Longevity starts from Liaozhai

Chapter 2
After walking about three or four miles on the dirt road, at the end, there was a section of gravel-paved path.

Before Qin Chuan came, he first exercised his muscles and bones in the posture of the Bone Forging Chapter in the Book of Changes. Therefore, although his body was weak, he didn't have any hard work along the way.

Half a mile out of the path, a small temple surrounded by green pines and green bamboos.

The ground was paved with bluestone in front of the temple.

There are three doors on the left, middle and right of the temple, all of which are open, with the words "Dragon King Temple" written on the forehead.

Judging from the ridge eaves of the gate tower of the temple, we can know that the temple is quite old.

Uncle Qin Chuan said that this Dragon King Temple existed when he was a child, and every year on the third day of February, the community fire was set up to worship the Dragon King, which was the busiest day in the nearby villages.

In the past years, the ceremony of worshiping the Dragon King was very grand. In recent years, the harvest has not been good. On the third day of February, although there are still many people, the sense of ceremony is much worse than before.

There is a table in the door on the right side of the Dragon King Temple, and an old man is sitting behind the table. It is the Miaozhu of the Dragon King Temple, whose surname is Qin and whose name is Fang.It was a widowed and lonely old man in the Qin family village. Before Qin Chuan was born, he was already a member of the Dragon King Temple.

The major events of the country are only sacrifices and Rong.

Qin Fang has been a temple priest for many years, and has some prestige in several nearby villages.

Qin Fang is old and his eyesight is not good. When Qin Chuan walked into the temple gate, he squinted his eyes to see clearly, "You are the kid who is studying in the third Qin's family in the west of the village. I heard that you adopted your cousin's daughter. Could it be This little doll?"

It is not that there are no private schools in the village, but it is still rare to see people who study in their teens.

Generally, if you can read and write, you will be sent to the city by your parents to seek a job as an apprentice.Reading is a heavy burden on ordinary people's families.

If you have been studying for more than ten years and fail to pass the exam for a scholar, it will almost bring down an ordinary family.

If it wasn't for Qin Chuan's cousin helping him to study, before Qin Chuan awakened, he would have to go to the city as an apprentice or work as a tenant farmer in the local area to make a living.

Of course, he was handsome, so he could be a door-to-door son-in-law.

"Well, it's her, her name is Ying Ning. I heard that fourth grandfather, you asked someone to fill up the ink on the portrait of the Dragon Lord. I learned a few skills of Danqing Kungfu in the private school, and I want to try it."

Qin Fang sighed: "It's hard for you. If you want to blame, you can blame that boy Qin De. He is too old to be fascinated by the vixen. Now it's good to leave you a pile of mess. However, although you can't write a single stroke If you write two characters of Qin, if you want to refill the ink for Lord Dragon, you have to show me what you can do, otherwise I dare not let you do it."

Although the mountain spirits and ghosts in the village are not common, they are not very rare.

What's more, Qin Fang, as the priest of the Dragon King Temple, has a little trick of his own. Although he knows that Ying Ning is the child of a fox girl, he will not be afraid of it like ordinary villagers and regard him as a disaster.

However, if Ying Ning continues to grow up in Qin's Village, she will inevitably be excluded by the children in the future, and will suffer from many strange eyes.

Qin Chuan has awakened his past, and he doesn't plan to stay in Qin's Village for too long, lest he be bumped into by others and spread a lot of gossip when he is practicing in the future.

But all this has to be arranged after he has obtained the fame of a scholar.

On the way he came, he broke a bamboo branch, dipped it in the pool next to the temple, and used the bamboo branch as a brush and the clear water as ink to draw on the ground.

Due to the limited conditions, the water stains dry quickly.

Qin Chuan could only speed up.

He held Ying Ning in one hand, and painted with the other. Although he was a little trembling when writing, the outline of a dragon king came out in just a glass of water.

Qin Fang has limited brush and ink in his chest, but it can be seen that what Qin Chuan painted is the statue of the Dragon King in the temple.

He was worrying about the Dragon King's portrait these days, and he was overjoyed when he saw that Qin Chuan used a bamboo branch as a brush and clear water as ink, both of which looked good.

What's more, I heard that Qin Chuan was going to take the college exam soon, and once he passed the exam, he would be a real scholar, so he decided to sell favors.

"Okay, I have pens, inks, papers and inkstones here, as well as cinnabar. If it's convenient for you, go and refill the ink for the Dragon Lord. After it's done, I'll give you a penny for the retouching fee."

Qin Chuan never refused, and put away Ying Ning's baby first.

The little baby was very concerned about her big brother, and her dark eyes were only on Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan seriously replenished the ink for Lord Dragon.

It took about half an hour.

In fact, a cup of tea time is enough.

It's just too fast, Qin Fang must have thought that Qin Chuan was careless.

He also broke out in a profuse sweat, felt unobstructed, and finally stopped writing.

"Fortunately not humiliated!"

In the portrait of Qin Fangjian, Lord Dragon is wearing a wide-sleeved robe and holding a gui with his hands on his chest, sitting upright with a majestic and solemn image.

The face of the Dragon Lord, "hump head, shrimp eyes, bull nose, dog's mouth, catfish hair, lion's mane, antlers" was enriched by Qin Chuan in details and portrayed vividly.

"Okay, okay!" Qin Fang called out three good words in succession.

He thought to himself: "Painting is not an easy craft. I'm afraid this kid didn't learn it from a private school."

Qin Fang recalled that Ying Ning's mother was a fox girl, so there must be some spiritual response, maybe it was the fox girl who taught Qin Chuan the skills.

Qin Chuan has this skill by himself, so he can raise her child.

As the saying goes, craftsmen never die from starvation.

No matter when, if you have a skill, you can have a meal after all.

In fact, Qin Fang's idea had already been predicted by Qin Chuan, and this task was already the best choice for Qin Chuan.

It is tens of miles to go to Fucheng, and I heard that there are occasional jackals on the road, so it is not very safe for him to travel far with his current body.

Qin Fang then went to the temple to take out a gray cloth bag and counted out five hundred Wen.

Qin Chuan roughly counted, counted, and then smiled, "Thank you, Fourth Grandfather, do you want to stop looking at the portrait of Lord Dragon?"

Qin Fang waved his hand, "No, your painting is even better than the original one. You have this talent, and you can earn a living in the capital in the future. At that time, when you return home, don't forget me, a bad old man."

He did not congratulate Qin Chuan on the gold list or anything, because it is rare for Qinjia Village to produce a scholar.Master Juren, there are not many people in ten miles and eight villages.

As for Jinshi, it must be the stars in the sky descending to earth.

Niezhi County in Guobei County next door is just a fellow Jinshi.

Qin Chuan said modestly: "You are too old."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while. Before leaving, Qin Fang became more and more satisfied with Qin Chuan. He felt that Qin Chuan was not at all like the other nerds in the surrounding villages. Tail up to the sky.

He said: "I heard that you will take the examination next month. I know Zheng Tu from the village next door. He is going to sell meat in the provincial government next month. You go with him, and I will let him pick you up for a while. When you arrive in the city If you don’t have a place to live, you can squeeze with him near Caishikou.”

Lingzhou Fucheng is also a provincial capital, and the distance of tens of miles is not too short. There is a butcher on the road to take care of it, so naturally I don't worry about any danger.

It can be regarded as a good relationship between Qin Fang and Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan never refused, cupped his hands and said, "So, thank you for being old."

Afterwards, Qin Chuan and Qin Fang bid farewell, took Ying Ning in their arms, and returned to their desolate home.

(End of this chapter)