Painter

Chapter 235 84: Family Portrait

Li Chan looked at the ant nest under the window, and there were a few sporadic ants touching the water stains on the ground.When he was young in Taodu Mountain, he also squatted in front of the ant nest for a whole day, and it was the first time he looked at the ants carefully for many years.He looked up at the sky again, "If you don't know that you are an ant, you can enjoy yourself. If you know, you will feel a little uncomfortable."

Mr. Bi said: "Outside Dongyue Temple that night, you said I was cheating. Now you should understand that the more you know about worldly affairs, the better. If you know more, you can't do anything, and it will only increase your troubles. "

"That's not the case." Li Chan chuckled, "Mr. Bi is so powerful, I don't have anything to worry about."

Mr. Bi shook his head and smiled slightly.

Li Chan asked again: "You once said that above the fixed quality of moving the gods, it hangs on the wall and flies by itself, so this star..." He raised his finger to the sky, "What kind of realm is it?"

Bi Jundao: "The so-called state is just a name chosen for convenience and generalization, but it cannot be completely mysterious. At the beginning of entering the Tao, it is like exploring a secluded path. Every time you step forward, you can see some different scenery. It’s not big, so it can be barely compared with just a few words. When you get out of the secluded path, you can see the mountains reaching to the sky and the vast sea, it’s not something that can be described in a few words. If you can reach this point, you will naturally know the infinite magic of Danqing, This is just the tip of the iceberg."

Li Chan was fascinated by hearing this, stopped looking at the stars in the sky, lowered her head to caress the colorful feathers wearing candles, and sighed: "I have been wandering for a long time in the state of moving the mind and concentrating the body."

Mr. Bi said: "This is not a 'wandering'. It has only been a short year since you planted the Dao, and you have some new insights into the Dao of Painting. If you want to break through the realm, you only need to pierce a layer of window paper. It's too late."

Li Chan thought for a while, then nodded and said: "When I usually paint, there are always some sporadic insights, but they are not worth mentioning. The one with the most insights was when I first entered Yujing, and I painted the human body for Mr. Bi. During the period of self-painting a few days ago , also have sentiments. And today, in the spiritual book of Qianyuan Academy, there is also a picture of sentient beings on one page. However, although these sentiments linger in my heart from time to time, they have always been in the fog and cannot be broken. "

He let go of Dai Zhu and said with a smile: "Mr. Bi, why not tell me, where is the window paper?"

"I want to take a shortcut." Mr. Bi paused, "Why don't you let me draw a celestial talisman for you directly, and ask the envoy from the Heavenly Palace to come down and guide you to become a fairy immediately?"

Normally, Li Chan knew it was a joke as soon as he heard it. Tonight, he saw Mr. Bi's sky-reaching methods, but he was a little uncertain, and hesitated: "It's not bad, but there are so many monsters in the house. Could it be that the Heavenly Court Are you willing to accept it?"

"You..." Mr. Bi shook his head with a smile, and after a while, he said again: "I can't draw celestial talismans, but there are indeed people who can draw."

Li Chan said happily: "Who?"

"Duke Zhou." Mr. Bi tapped Li Chan's forehead with his pen, "Sleep well tonight, go and beg him in your dreams."

Li Chan touched her forehead in a daze.

But Mr. Bi turned and left, leaving another sentence: "Come and find me at half past Yinshi tomorrow."

……

The next day, before dawn, Li Chan got up from the bed.In the dew-heavy weather, the red paper-cut female doll floats by the window, and the thin quilt is extraordinarily warm and dry.

He casually took out the willow branches from the copper vase, chewed them in his mouth, put on his clothes, put on his shoes and socks, and went out.

"You came early." Outside the door, Mr. Bi was already standing in the darkness, throwing a pancake, "The night market is closed at this time, and the vendors in the morning haven't come out yet, so take this cushion first."

Li Chan held the pancake, squeezed it, looked at it again, and then looked at Paowu.

Bi Jundao: "It's just a white flour pancake, Qingniang made it last night, why, can I show you the meat?"

"I'm always worried that it's a painting." Li Chan smiled and put the pancakes into her arms.

After the two left the house, Li Chan walked towards the northeast with Mr. Bibi, and before walking too far, he saw a carriage driving out of General Fengchen's mansion.

The carriage hung with lanterns and passed through the dark cloud bridge, as if flying through the night sky.Not long after, after a few squares, it merged into streams of light.

Li Chan and Mr. Bi looked at it from a high place, and then they entered the palace with all the court officials and left Yunqiao.Li Chan followed behind, the sky was still dark, and Fangfeng's stone lantern at the bridgehead illuminated a range of several feet.He asked: "What will Mr. Pen teach me today?"

Mr. Bi didn't turn his head back and said, "Last night, I showed you Huatian Phenomena. How much did you learn?"

Li Chan was taken aback, then shook her head, "I didn't learn anything."

"It's not that you are asked to line up the stars. Keep that painting by your side. You can just take a look at it." Mr. Bi said: "Although you can't draw stars, you should know what celestial phenomena are."

Li Chan said: "I probably know something."

"That's good." Mr. Bi nodded, "It's easier to teach today. I told you outside the Daxiangguo Temple the day I picked up the calligraphy for you, remember?"

Li Chan thought for a while, "Mr. Bi said that heaven, earth and man are indistinguishable from each other. I don't see heaven and earth, so I don't see me."

Mr. Bi nodded, "Today I will teach you how to draw the earth."

While talking, the two came to Xingdaofang in the south of the imperial city.

This land is separated by a city wall, and inside is Taichang Temple. Just after Maoshi, before dawn, you can vaguely hear the sound of the palace people practicing piano in Yunshao courtyard in Neijiaofang.The folk girls who want to enter the teaching workshop also get up early to practice konghou and pipa.

Outside the imperial city wall, Mr. Bi spread out a piece of paper, "Draw."

Li Chan picked up a brush and drew the scene in front of him. The Jinwu Guard on the city wall was still lit with lanterns. Although the wall was extremely clean, some unremarkable wild flowers bloomed here and there, surrounded by a few bees.He completed the painting in no time, and the lantern in the hands of the soldiers on the wall was extinguished suddenly. Under the wall, the bees hovered around the flower for a while, and then buzzed in, as if the wild flower was no longer sweet.

Mr. Bi nodded and said: "That's right, this kung fu of moving the mind and determining the quality has reached the peak. However, there are still some things missing."

Li Chan asked, "What's missing?"

The pen master grabbed the pen and ticked it on the paper a few times.

The painting doesn't seem to have changed.

In the Yunshao courtyard of Taichang Temple, there was a palace man playing a pipa, plucking the strings with his fingers, but he couldn't hear the sound of the piano.

She froze for a moment, stopped her fingers, tried to pluck the string again, and heard the sound again, feeling relieved.The strange feeling in my heart can't go away.After absent-mindedly playing a piece, he put down his pipa, and planned to go to the imperial medical office next door to find Dr. Zhu Youke to cure the evil in his ears.

Outside the imperial city, Li Chan thoughtfully put away the sound of a roll of zither, and continued to tour the essay.

The two walked along the city wall, drawing a picture from time to time.

When the sky was completely bright, the two walked outside the Danfeng Gate on the east side of the imperial city. Mr. Bi looked at the gate from afar and said with emotion: "This is where the Qianyuan Academy releases the rankings. When the time comes, you will also have someone to lean on. Even if Xiyi Mountain seeks trouble for you, it will not endanger your life."

"As far as being close, I still think you and Qingniang are more reliable. If it's a big matter, I have to settle it myself. If someone really wants to take my life." Li Chan smiled, "You guys can't bear it."

Mr. Bi shook his head, "I can protect you for a while, but how can I protect you forever."

Li Chan said brazenly: "In my life, if I can't cultivate the Dao of Longevity, I can at most prolong my life and live a few decades longer. How can I live longer than you, Mr. Bi?"

Mr. Bi smiled, didn't answer, looked at the imperial city and said: "This is the most prosperous place in the world, and this picture is enough for the landscape. I will draw this imperial city for you."

Li Chan asked: "Are we going to enter the imperial city?"

"No need." Mr. Bi shook his head, "Follow me."

After all, I went to the private room on the second floor of a restaurant in Dongyongchangfang of Danfengmen with Li Chan.

Mr. Bi grabbed the pen and faced the paper, looking at Li Chan.

Li Chan was furious with his gaze, "What are you going to do now?"

Mr. Bi smiled and said: "You have been feeding birds on Fuyu Mountain for two years, how do you feel about being a bird?"

Li Chan thought of the two baojun green sparrows, "I don't have to worry about eating and drinking, I'm free." He thought, laughing, "Even if he bullies the little Taoist priests in the palace, the little Taoist priests can only bear it."

Mr. Bi also smiled and said, "Then draw Li Zhinu first." As he spoke, he drew a little bird on the paper.

Li Chan looked at it, stroked her chin and said, "It's not like that."

"How about this?" Mr. Bi turned his pupils the size of mung beans into two colors.

Just click the bird's eyes, and the little bird on the paper flew away from the paper.

Li Chan's eyes were blurred, only to hear a fluttering of wings.

I saw myself walking out of the window again, looking sideways, the tips of my wings brushed over the wine flag, and then brushed against the tile eaves of the restaurant.

Then pass through the Yunqiao Feilou and go straight to the sky.

Looking down, the dazzling glazed tiles of the imperial city reflected the rising sun, and the floor was paved with gold.The red window is as red as cinnabar, and the carvings are as green as emeralds. I picked the inscription on an imperial stele to the east and looked at it casually, and even the subtle traces of the hairs at the end of the brush are very clear.

He looked down from the sky, but he still heard the voice of the waiter downstairs reporting the food, and smelled the aroma of wonton noodles on the table.

In the ear, Mr. Bi said: "I draw, you see."

……

One day passed.

Dai Zhu looked back curiously, and saw that A Lang walked into the study in a night suit, and carefully hid a very heavy scroll in the box.

Mr. Bi was on the side, looking at Li Chan's gentle handling, and said with a smile: "It's not made of eggshell porcelain, why are you so careful?"

Li Chan chuckled.

After closing the lid of the box, he asked, "Mr. Bi, what are you going to teach tomorrow?"

Mr. Bi said: "I won't teach anything tomorrow, if you want to see it, go and draw some portraits."

"Of course I want to see it." Li Chan smiled, "Or around Mao's time?"

"Sleep better and come back at dawn." Mr. Bi shook his head, "If you want to, you can also bring your spiritual book."

……

Another morning, Li Chan and Mr. Bi left Guangzhaifang.

Arriving near Daxiangguo Temple, Mr. Bi raised his head and looked at the Fufeng Building not far away, "This exam at Qianyuan Academy used a volume of spiritual books. This spiritual book teaches the way and teaches students according to their aptitude. What you see in the book is all It's what you think in your heart. The page of the picture of sentient beings you drew was not only taught by the spiritual book, but also taught by yourself. With this page of the picture of sentient beings, you will gradually understand it, which is better than me trying to encourage the growth of seedlings."

As he spoke, he walked past the iron cage where cats were sold, and passed Fanlumen.

Li Chan quickly said: "It's always right to learn more, Mr. Bi will not be stingy with pen and ink, right?"

"What's the rush?" Mr. Bi smiled, "You come to draw today, I'll have a look, if you find something interesting, draw a few more strokes. For example, the little monk is very interesting to draw."

Mr. Pen grabbed the retail pen from the street vendor, as if the buyer was scrutinizing the brush, but he was actually drawing out of thin air.

In front, a monk was recommending consecrated Buddha statues to others in front of the mat. Suddenly, his scalp was itchy.

Others exclaimed.

Li Chan watched from a distance, "Mr. Bi is not kind, this monk is under the precepts, but grows hair, and he will definitely be said to be impure with six roots and unremoved mortal heart."

Mr. Bi played with taste: "If he is more skilled with his mouth, the supernatural powers of this bald head will not be much different from the flesh and bones of a living dead, and it will not be difficult to win the name of a living Bodhisattva. If he is a person with wisdom, What do you care about these hairs? If you can understand something from it, I will help people practice.”

"Being educated and being taught, it turns out that this is also a meritorious deed." Li Chan said with a smile, "If you see a Taoist priest later, you might as well draw him a bald head. merit."

"Good idea, good idea." Mr. Bi clapped his hands, "But now it's your turn to draw."

"Then ask Mr. Pen for advice."

After Li Chan finished speaking, she opened the scroll.

……

One teacher and one apprentice traveled around the market, painting peddlers and pawns, nobles, men and women eating and drinking, and monks' clothes and crane cloaks.

The pen master occasionally gives pointers, and picks up the pen when he feels like it.In Ouhua Lane, when I saw a child spitting shit, I teased him and let him enter the painting for a while.Crossing Zhuque Street, a boy from Jiaoliang rode a horse and charged a passerby, and with a swipe of a brush, he drew off his brocade clothes, and fled naked covering his crotch.

When the painting was near dusk, passing Quchifang, Li Chan had just finished painting the old woman selling preserved fruit on the street.

On the window of the building across the street, the man hugged the prostitute, and reacted again, and hurriedly took down the window rod.

The small window was closed, Li Chan's pen tip moved, hesitated for a moment, and then retracted.

"There are many beauties in Quchifang." Bi Jun looked away and said to Li Chan: "Although you have never seen a woman's body, you are still a pure Yang body. Why are you a little awkward? Just now in the alley, Hua Xiaoer You can paint feces, it’s all about privacy, why can’t you paint things about men and women?”

Li Chan was stunned for a moment, and thought that although the two of them forgot to close the window, they didn't have fun in the street, so they were different from that child.

But after thinking about it, people who seek the Tao should not be limited to small details.

……

At dusk, Li Chan returned to Guangzhaifang, and the red medicine was being pasted on the bed in the bedroom.

Li Chan took a look and saw that the paper was cut three points similar to Song Wuji, so she gasped, "What is this?"

Song Wuji rushed to say: "Qing... Qing..."

Hong Yao waited for this stammer to finish, and said with a light smile, "This is the paper-cutting taught by Qingniang, which is much more effective than the spiritual responses and rainy charms in the temple."

Xu Da, who was looking at the red medicine stickers under the window, said: "Miss Saoqing has great powers. We have learned the method of Mistress Saoqing to suppress the evil spirit. From now on, although Yujing is big, we can go anywhere!"

Li Chan was a little curious. These days, not only Bijun taught painting, but Qingniang also taught the monsters spells. He looked around and saw Qingniang adding hibiscus to the water tank in the east kitchen.

"Alang, let me get it."

Tu Shansi who was next to him came over, Li Chan nodded, and handed the scroll to Tu Shansi casually.

Tu Shanxi sent the scroll to the study room, and curiously unfolded a corner of the scroll.

Li Chan came to his senses and was about to stop it, but saw Tu Shanxi only glanced at it, and had already closed the scroll.

Li Chan breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, the monsters under him did not see the erotic palace in the painting.

Xu Da at the side called out: "Madam Fox Immortal, Mistress Fox Immortal! What good painting did Mr. Pen draw today?"

Tu Shanxi glanced at Li Chan, her long and narrow eyes seemed to be narrowed, but her tone was still cold: "I drew some common people in the city, and they are of all kinds."

Xu Da suddenly lost interest, what's so good about painting, then turned his eyes, and ran to Mr. Bi's feet to dawdle, "Mr. Bi always draws some houses and many people, why don't you draw one for everyone? "

Mr. Bi and Qing Niang not far away looked at each other, nodded, and said with a smile: "Good."

……

It was dusk, under the old locust tree in the house, Hong Yao took Sao Qingniang's arm.

Tu Shanxi leaned against the tree trunk with her knife in her arms, and the green-faced sick man next to him held his head up and chest out, trying his best to make his thin body look stronger, but the big red-faced man seemed a little shy.

Song Wuji and Dai Zhu's eyes were shining brightly, as if they wanted to compete in front of Mr. Bi, and the shadows of the playful little monsters swayed.

The white cat was lying low on the branch, twisting its buttocks, staring at the crows on the branch, and the pulse on the side said earnestly: "Mr. Snow Lion, if you don't come down, this branch will soon break!"

Li Chan glanced at Mr. Bi who was holding a pen in front of him, then turned around and raised his hand to call for Xu Da who was on the tree to come down.

He just raised his hand twice, and Mr. Bi walked over and gave the painting in his hand to Li Chan.

Li Chan took a look and saw that the painting was exactly the scene right now.

"Why did you draw a back view for me, Mr. Pen, you are not inside."

Mr. Bi smiled, "Look carefully?"

In the painting, Li Chan is still holding a pen in his hand. It is the master of the pen who has been with him for many years. He does not raise his hand as if to greet Xu Da, but as if splashing ink to draw the monsters in front of him.

"Yeah, Mr. Bi is finished." Hong Yao leaned forward joyfully, took a few glances, then touched her own cheek, and glanced at Tu Shansi again, wondering why the face in this painting should be fatter .

Suddenly, Hong Yao's shoulders sank, Xu Da jumped down, and shouted: "Wonderful, wonderful! Really painted our ten percent majesty!"

"Mr. Snow Lion, what about us? What about us?"

The little monsters competed to watch, crowding and crowded.

Li Chan held the painting, which was more pleasing to the eye than the Three Talents of Heaven, Earth and Man, but he felt inexplicable regret in his heart.

He looked sideways, the setting sun was setting on the branches.If I had come back a few hours earlier, the spring in this painting would have been brighter.

(End of this chapter)