Chapter 2 Temple Blessing

After walking on a dirt road for about three or four miles, at the end, there was a small path paved with stones.

Before Qin Chuan came, he had used the postures in the Bone Strengthening Chapter of the Book of Changes to stretch his muscles and bones. Therefore, although his body was weak, there was nothing hard about the journey. On the contrary, he felt hot all over but did not sweat, making him feel relaxed and at ease.

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

The floor in front of the temple is made of bluestone.

The temple has three doors on the left, middle and right, all open, with the words "Dragon King Temple" written on the forehead.

Judging from the eaves of the temple's gate tower, we can tell that the temple is quite old.

Uncle Qin Chuan once said that this Dragon King Temple existed when he was a child. Every year on the third day of the second lunar month, a communal fire is held to worship the Dragon King, which is the busiest day in several nearby villages.

In previous years, the ceremony to worship the Dragon King was very grand. In recent years, the harvest has been poor. By the third day of February, although there were still many people, the sense of ceremony was much worse than before.

There is a table propped up in the right door of the Dragon King Temple, and an old man is sitting behind the table. It is the temple priest of the Dragon King Temple. His surname is Qin and his given name is Fang. He is a lonely old man in Qinjia Village. Before Qin Chuan was born, he was already the Dragon King.

The temple has celebrated.

The most important affairs of the country are sacrifice and military service.

Although the occurrence of mountain spirits and ghosts in the village is not common, it is not very rare.

Qin Fang remembered that Ying Ning's mother was a fox girl, and there must be some inspiration. Maybe it was the fox girl who taught Qin Chuan his skills.

Generally, those who can read and write will be sent to the city by their parents to find work as an apprentice. Studying is a heavy burden on ordinary people's families.

The little baby paid great attention to her brother, and her dark eyes only rolled around Qin Chuan.

He held Ying Ning in one hand and painted with the other. Although his writing was a little shaky, in just one glass of water, the outline of a dragon appeared.

If you study for more than ten years and fail to pass the exam, it will almost bring down an ordinary family.

Of course, he is handsome enough to be a live-in son-in-law.

In fact, one cup of tea is enough.

Because of the limited conditions, the water stains dried quickly.

The two chatted for a while. Before leaving, Qin Fang became more and more satisfied with Qin Chuan. He felt that Qin Chuan was not like the other nerds in the surrounding villages. He had not passed the exam and could only recognize a few words.

The tail is raised to the sky.

He did not wish Qinchuan to be named on the gold medal list, because for Qinjia Village, it is already rare for a scholar to be born. There are only a few people in the country who can raise people.

Qin Chuan did not refuse and put Ying Ning's swaddling clothes away first.

Qin Fang has been a temple priest for many years and is quite prestigious in several nearby villages.

Qin Chuan could only speed up.

Qin Fang had limited pen and ink in his mind, but he could see that what Qin Chuan was painting was the Dragon King statue in the temple.

When Qin Chuan awakens from his previous life, he doesn't plan to stay in Qinjia Village for too long, lest people bump into him and spread a lot of gossip when he practices in the future.

Qin Chuan made a rough count, and then he smiled and said, "Thank you, Fourth Grandpa, do you want to stop looking at the portrait of Lord Dragon?"

He said: "I heard that you are going to take the college examination next month. I know Zheng Tu from the next village, and he is going to the provincial capital next month to sell meat. You go with him, and I will ask him to give you a ride. When we get to the city

If you don't have a place to stay, you can hang out with him near Caishikou."

Qin Chuan carefully refilled the ink for the Dragon Prince.

Magistrate Nie of Guobei County next door was just a fellow Jinshi.

He also sweated profusely and felt relieved, so he finally stopped writing.

Qin Chuan enriched the details of the Dragon Prince's face, including "hump head, shrimp eyes, cow's nose, dog's mouth, catfish hair, lion's mane, and deer antlers", and made it vivid and lifelike.

As for Jinshi, it has to be the stars in the sky coming down to earth.

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

What's more, Qin Fang, as the temple priest of the Dragon King Temple, has some tricks of his own. Even though he knows that Ying Ning is the child of a fox girl, he will not be afraid of Ying Ning like ordinary villagers and regard him as a disaster star.

No matter when you have a skill at your disposal, you can finally have a bite to eat.

However, if Ying Ning continues to grow up in Qinjia Village, he will inevitably be ostracized by the children in the future and receive many strange looks.

It took about half an hour.

"Well, that's her. Her name is Ying Ning. I heard that Fourth Grandpa, you asked someone to add ink to the portrait of the Dragon Prince. I learned some painting skills in a private school and wanted to give it a try."

What's more, I heard that Qin Chuan was about to take the college entrance exam. Once he passed the exam, he would be a real scholar, so he decided to sell him a favor.

With this skill at his side, Qin Chuan could raise her child.

In fact, Qin Fang's idea has long been anticipated by Qin Chuan, and this job is already Qin Chuan's best choice.

"Okay, okay!" Qin Fang shouted three good words in a row.

There are not many people in the village who are studying in private schools, but it is still rare to see people who are in their teens.

"Okay, I have pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, as well as cinnabar. If it's convenient now, go and refill the ink for the Dragon Prince. When the job is done, I'll pay you every penny of the retouching fee."

Qin Fang sighed: "It's hard for you. If you want to blame that boy Qin De, he is very old and was fascinated by the vixen. It's better now, leaving you a lot of mess. However, although I can't write a single stroke

If you want to fill in the ink for the Dragon Prince after you write two characters of Qin, you have to show me your skills, otherwise I won’t dare to let you do it."

If Qin Chuan's cousin hadn't helped him study, before Qin Chuan woke up, he would have had to work as an apprentice in the city or work as a local tenant farmer to make a living.

He had been worrying about the Dragon King's portrait these days, and when he saw Qin Chuan using a bamboo branch as a pen and water to make ink, he was very happy.

There are dozens of miles to go to Fucheng, and I heard that jackals occasionally appear on the road. With his current body, it is not very safe for him to travel far.

As the saying goes, craftsmen will never die of hunger.

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

In Qin Fangjian's portrait, the Dragon King is wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, holding a gui with both hands on his chest, and sitting upright with a majestic and solemn image.

Qin Chuan said humbly: "You are always over the top."

But all this can only be arranged after he obtains the title of scholar.

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

"Fortunately, I live up to my fate!"

Qin Fang waved his hand, "No, your painting is better than the original one. If you have this talent, you will be able to make a living in the capital in the future. When you return to your hometown in fine clothes, don't forget me, a bad old man."

Qin Fang is old and has poor eyesight. He waited until Qin Chuan walked into the temple door before squinting to see clearly, "You are the boy from Qin Laosan's family in the west of the village who is studying. I heard that you adopted your cousin's daughter. Could it be that?

This little doll?”

It was just too fast, Qin Fang must have thought that Qin Chuan didn't care.

The capital city of Lingzhou is also a provincial government. It is not a short distance of several dozen miles. There is a butcher taking care of you on the road, so you don't have to worry about any danger.

It can be said that Qin Fang and Qin Chuan have a good relationship.

Qin Chuan did not refuse, he cupped his hands and said, "Well, thank you for being old."

Afterwards, Qin Chuan and Qin Fang said goodbye, hugged Ying Ning, and returned to his disciple's home in Sibi.
Chapter completed!