Chapter Seventy-One: The Fog
"Master, you still have a name called Shouping?" I really couldn't figure out who this person was, so I thought that the master had lied to me, and he had a nickname called Shouping. ()
"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, this is the painting that your ancestor got when he was young, the person who painted this painting is called Yun Shouping, who is a person in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Your ancestor loves good calligraphy and painting, helps some quite stylish literati and ink writers, never greedy for gold and silver, and often asks for some ink treasures, of course, even if he doesn't give it, he doesn't force it. Old man Jiang carefully picked up the painting, looked at it carefully, and explained it to me in a babbling mouth.
I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn't say it, so I subconsciously asked, "Is there anything that you don't give?" ”
"Basically, you will give ah, your ancestor is not for money, it is really just appreciation, he often says that he can't do it, many people have never been exposed to Taoist metaphysics in their lives, but there is a Taoist rhyme in calligraphy and painting, which is really a great achievement. Your master and I also fell in love with calligraphy and painting with your master, and over the years, I have also been fortunate to get some ink treasures. ”
Old man Jiang's last sentence struck me like a bolt of lightning, and I finally remembered that something was wrong, my master has got some ink treasures over the years, it must be a painter in the era when others were alive, what kind of Yun Shouping's painting my master got from my ancestor!! Just now, the master clearly said that Yun Shouping was a person from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and my master only met his ancestor in 1922, and my master and ancestor him
My heart was pounding, it was weirder than seeing a ghost, and for a while I had a feeling of dry mouth, who said that children are not wise? It's just that he has to meet something that makes him mobilize all his mind to be serious.
Over the years, I know that my master talks and likes to talk a little, and likes to hide and hide mysteries, so I have to find a way to talk about it.
After being silent for a while, I asked, "Master, my ancestor is so rich and likes calligraphy and painting, can't I buy it myself?" I have to beg someone. ”
"You know a fart, when did your ancestor get rich? Cultivating by yourself, and bringing a few apprentices, it's not bad if it's not so poor that it jingles, and who is in the hands of Mobao is really fate, and sometimes it is not money that can be measured. "Old man Jiang seemed to be immersed in those lotus flowers, and he replied to my words without a match.
"Haven't you ever bought a painting? I don't believe it, I love to eat 'goose baner candy' (goose baner, Sichuan's name for stones, mostly referring to stones by the river), I can't help but buy it. "I tried my best to pretend to be very disbelieving, and Old Man Jiang just couldn't be excited.
"You, can you compare the realm of your baby with your ancestor? Your ancestor has never bought paintings, and those cultural relics are also in your hands, except for those ancient books! Your ancestor is a person who doesn't even pay attention to his own life, and he won't spend his money on those places. Sure enough, Old Man Jiang was angered by me and turned his head to scold me, but after scolding, he suddenly felt that something was wrong and shut up all of a sudden.
Next, he looked at me a little cautiously, as if he was probing something, I finally couldn't hold it back, I am not an actor, I can do this, I have to thank my parents for their intelligence.
I stood up all of a sudden, crossed my hands on my hips, and said loudly, "Master, how old is my ancestor?" ”
Old man Jiang coughed violently for a while, coughing all the time, coughing all the time, but he didn't answer me.
I knew, put my hands together, simply squatted on the stool and said: "Master, you can't cheat, today I will wait until dawn for you to finish coughing, today you just blow my head and I must know the answer, yes, even if you copy the Tao Te Ching 10,000 times, I also admit it!" ”
When the old man Jiang heard this, he stopped coughing, turned his head and said, "Ten thousand times of the Tao Te Ching? ”
"I'm a metaphor! You've often compared it! "I hurriedly said, this old man has a very strong sense of 'revenge', and I put it together, God knows if it will be 'annoyed and angry', really let me copy the Tao Te Ching 10,000 times, that's not fun!
"Forget it, it's not a secret, your ancestor was a person in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, how old do you say he was?" Old man Jiang said lightly while scrolling the painting.
I have already started to study history in elementary school, but those are too shallow for me, because my cheap master has nothing to do, and always likes to tell me history, and I know more than children my age than they do.
How many years was it at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and how many years did the Qing Dynasty rule, I have a bottom in my heart, and when I calculated in my mind, I jumped up in shock: "Master, you are not allowed to deceive people, my ancestor lived for more than 300 years?" ”
At the same time, the portrait of my ancestor came to mind, a very simple old peasant, and just like a middle-aged and elderly person, just a little vicissitudes, not the kind of old man at all, let alone drooping old age, there is no problem at all to live for another twenty or thirty years!
The point is, the portrait was still painted by my master, which shows that his image at that time was like that.
Actually, when I asked that question, I knew that my master definitely didn't lie to me, Yun Shouping's painting was there, and my cheap master was a person who would never lie, at least in big things.
"I didn't say that your ancestor lived for more than 300 years, he just happened to exist in that era and existed in this era." Old man Jiang pretended to be casually collecting the painting, in fact, his back trembled a little, I have been with him for all these years, I understand that his heart is actually extremely uncalm to have this performance.
"Master, he is also my ancestor, can you tell me about my ancestor? Please! "My curiosity has never been so strong, and there is a feeling that I don't know I'm going to die.
'Bang' a few times, the old man Jiang closed the box, and said to himself with his hand behind his back: "Calligraphy and painting still can't be sold, when you give out Mobao, it's a piece of people's heart, and calligraphy and painting are spirits in my heart, things that can be appreciated, and they can't be equated with money, which will pollute my heart." ”
"Master," I begged, but Old Man Jiang ignored me.
He walked straight to the table, grabbed a piece of white jade, and read: "This piece of jade, I have been warm in the spiritual spring for 5 years, and have followed me for more than 10 years, and I listen to the scriptures and recite the Tao every day, it is also a treasure. ”
"This is a treasure?" I was distracted and immediately asked.
I am like this, and I am often said by my master that my mind is too lively, and it is not a good thing, it is better to be stupid, and sometimes I am stupid, but I can sink into some kind of spiritual realm.
"Why isn't it a treasure? Do you think the spiritual spring and spiritual land are so easy to find? In the vast mountains, there are only a few places where the aura gathers, and some places don't have one! And there are many or few aura, the force of jade is also large and small, some places seem to be full of aura, jade is buried for a month, the aura is exhausted, some places are full of aura, I didn't find a good jade, a piece of ordinary jade is buried, after a short look, there are cracks, that is, I can't stand it, the jade nourished by these spiritual places is already a treasure, not to mention the naturally formed jade dug out from the spiritual land. "When it comes to professional knowledge, Old Man Jiang is very willing to answer for me.
"Then this piece of jade is naturally formed by the spiritual land?" I looked at the piece of white jade in Old Man Jiang's hand and asked with some curiosity.
", you think it's beautiful, that thing is so easy to find? The value is invaluable, and the price is not enough to describe! This piece of land has been warmed by the Lingquan is already good, and I have also warmed it for more than ten years, and I originally wanted to use it as a tool, to make a formation eye, to use it to calm things, and to do something good. Of course, given to ordinary people, this is a treasure. Old man Jiang said.
"Master, have you gone from good to a baby after you have been recuperated? You said that we cultivators should be humble and low-key. I whispered.
"You *** baby, don't pretend to understand Lao Tzu!" Old man Jiang suddenly jumped like thunder!