Painter

Chapter 84: Chapter 84
The mythology of Xuandu is very complicated, and there are two "orthodox" factions among them, namely, the faction of the Dragon King who travels the clouds and rain, and the faction of the three divisions and four generals in the Town God's Temple.In addition to this, there are many wild gods, whose priesthood is all-encompassing, covering all aspects of Xuandu people's diet, life, study, marriage, safety, etc. There are more than [-] gods in total.

For the gods, incense is food. In order to compete for pilgrims and open up the realm of the gods, there has always been a struggle among the gods. After decades of this, a stable situation has gradually formed.

The Lord of Pushui Mansion, who was born as a wild god, has very shallow roots and almost no background. Zhou Meng enshrined this god, so he had to be careful and investigate the current situation of the gods so as not to offend other gods.It took him less than two hours to mark more than 1000 and [-] altars on the silk map, and indicate the priesthood.

After Hong Yixuan collected the map of Xuandu's god system, he took his leave and left the Western Capital Mansion.It is the rainy season, the sky is so dark, the water vapor accumulates for half a day, and it turns into rain.This man was dressed in a yellow dress and was dark brown. He didn't hold an umbrella, but he didn't get any rain on his body, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

When they arrived near the west city of Xuandu City, the Xiangxiong man left, while Hong Yixuan turned to the north and left the city gate.His footsteps became faster and faster, and after a while, he disappeared into the rain.

On the top of the city wall, Li Chan was holding a blue oilcloth umbrella, her blue eyes pierced through the rain curtain, and she could vaguely see the scene three miles away.In the northern suburb of Xuandu, a Taoist temple with blue tiles and white walls is located on the halfway up Tongmeng Mountain.

This Taoist temple is called Chiwu Temple, and it is an official temple in Xuandu.The Taoist "Dongtian Lingwen Jinshu Yulu" stipulates that official temples must report to Zhuyuantai before they can be approved.Most of these temples are small in scale. In the Chiwu Temple, there are only three or two Taoist priests. While cleaning up, they maintain the operation of the Taoist temple. There is a cloud water hall in the temple to accommodate the past Taoist priests.

After leaving the city, Hong Yixuan seemed to have used magic skills such as armored horses. It was no longer convenient for Li Chan to follow him. He stood at the top of the city and watched for a while, then went down the steps behind the female wall, passed through the urn city, and Go south along Kaiyuan Street, pass through Liufang, and then walk west for a quarter of an hour, and you will return to Banrifang.

From a distance, Li Chan saw the closed door of Ximoju.After the opening of this calligraphy and painting shop, the days of closing the door were more than the days of opening the door to welcome customers, which is really not a good omen.He sighed unluckily, turned his footsteps, stepped on the clear shallow water on the bluestone bricks, and headed for the northwest corner of Banri Square.

In the northwest corner of Banrifang, Li Chan came to the eaves of the white sign with the word "Gulu" hanging on it.When the rain was mostly drained from the tip of the umbrella, he walked into the store.

On the west side of the store, there is a simple Bogu shelf, on which several pieces of porcelain are displayed, most of which are bowls and dishes, all of which have cracks.However, these cracks are all fixed by iron nails, which looks quite charming.

In the porcelain room, a Gulu craftsman is teaching his apprentices to repair a cracked Kwai Kou bowl.Seeing Li Chan, Carpenter Gulu stopped his work and asked, "What did the guest break?"

"I dropped something." Li Chan took out the broken jade hairpin.

Gulu Carpenter looked at it, and showed embarrassment, "This...is not easy to repair."

Li Chan said unwillingly, "Can't fix it?"

Gulu Carpenter smiled wryly and said: "Bowls and dishes are the best to repair, followed by pots, and the more difficult thing is decoration. And repairing jewelry is not a job I can do. The guest's hairpin is no thicker than a stick of incense. It's embarrassing for me. If I have this skill, why don't I go to work as a supervisor?"

Li Chan had no choice but to put away the jade hairpin, "Is there a craftsman nearby who can repair this hairpin?" He put a broken piece of silver on the table, "Please give me some pointers."

"I can't take it, I can't take it." Gulu Carpenter stood up and handed the silver back to Li Chan, "This hairpin doesn't look precious, if you have the money to repair it, why don't you buy a new one!"

Li Chan had no choice but to give up, said something disturbing, then turned and left.

There are few pedestrians on rainy days, and when he was about to return to Ximoju, Li Chan thought regretfully that the only relic left by Nie Er to Nie Kongkong might not be able to be repaired in the near future.If you are free in the future, maybe you should ask the general manager of Xunning Palace.Thinking of this, he suddenly turned his head to look at the bronze mirror shop on the side of the street. That Mr. Lu had been running here for a long time, and he should have better news than that Gulu craftsman, so he turned around and walked over.

The door of the Bronze Mirror Shop was ajar, Li Chan knocked lightly on the door, probably because of the sound of rain, or the old man's deafness, there was no response from the door.Li Chan pushed the door open a crack, and there was no one in the store. The original bronze mirror shelf was empty, but the picture of peach blossoms was still on the wall.

The wind from the street poured into the crack of the door, Li Chan caught a glimpse of a light, and looked closely, it turned out that the blue cloth door curtain to the backyard was lifted by the wind.He called softly: "Old Lu?"

There was no response from the backyard, and Li Chan was about to turn around and leave, but the ray of skylight from behind the door curtain lingered inexplicably in his heart, making people want to see the truth, as if, what was hidden behind the door curtain Great secret.Li Chan walked out of the store a few steps, but the desire became stronger and stronger. He looked back at the curtain that had been covered, and walked into the house in a strange way.

The room was dull and dark, but the sound of his footsteps was very clear.When he was about to approach the door curtain, he hesitated, and his mind became clearer. If he entered without warning, he would be like a thief.Another thought was thinking, so what if you don't do anything, just take a look?

Before he knew it, a light appeared in front of his eyes, and he had already opened the door curtain.

The raindrops dripped from the eaves, smashing to pieces on the stone steps.Li Chan saw the silhouette of Lu Mojing. This old man was dressed in indigo blue and short brown, sitting on the edge of the patio. There were many bronze mirrors scattered around his feet, one, two, three... there were 24 mirrors, and the mirrors were cloudy.

In front of him was a copper basin of clear water. He washed the bronze mirror with clear water, and then wiped off the water droplets with a velvet cloth.

Only the mirror in his hand was bright. Li Chan looked at that mirror, and the sound of water in the basin and the sound of flannel rubbing against the bronze mirror seemed to be right next to his ears.

Even with the bronze mirror, he seemed to be right in front of his eyes. The mirror surface was crystal clear, but he couldn't see his own reflection, only a vast expanse of white light.

Looking carefully, it seems that some outlines can be distinguished. It is a giant tree, but a shocking sword mark has been cut open on the trunk, and blood like fire is pouring out.

Suddenly an old voice came from the ear, and these scenes suddenly faded away.

In a daze, Li Chan only saw that the bronze mirror was still in the water, being washed, and there was no abnormality.

By the courtyard, the old man who was grinding the mirror turned his head and looked over, his eyes fell on the jade hairpin that had been broken in two, and he said with emotion: "Good things in this world are not strong."

　I haven't written for a long time, and I have lost my sense of substitution. I have updated my hips. Let me reorganize my thoughts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)