"Master, do you have another name called Shouping?" I really couldn't figure out who this person was, so I decided that Master had lied to me. He actually had a nickname called Shouping.

"Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. This is a painting your master got when he was young. The painter is called Yun Shouping, who lived in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties. He is very good at painting lotuses.

The skeleton is directly rendered with ink, but it has a unique style. It is really the master of "boneless painting".

Your master loves good calligraphy and painting, and helps some distinguished literati. He is never greedy for gold or silver, and often asks for some calligraphy treasures. Of course, it's okay if he doesn't give it, and he doesn't force it." Old Man Jiang was careful.

He picked up the painting, looked at it carefully, and explained it to me.

I always felt that something was wrong, but I couldn’t put my finger on it, so I subconsciously asked: “Is there anything I won’t give?”

"They basically give it to you. Your master doesn't take calligraphy and painting for money, he just appreciates it. He often says that many people have never been exposed to Taoist metaphysics in their lives, but there is a Taoist charm in calligraphy and painting. He is really a great master. Your master

I, too, followed your master in the love of calligraphy and painting, and I have been fortunate enough to acquire some calligraphy treasures over the years."

Old Man Jiang's last words struck me like a bolt of lightning. I finally remembered what was wrong. My master had acquired some calligraphy treasures over the years. They must be painters from the time when others were alive. What did my master acquire?

Yun Shouping's paintings! Just now, my master said clearly that Yun Shouping was from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. My master only met his master in 1922. My master, he

My heart jumped loudly. This thing felt weirder than seeing a ghost. For a moment, I felt like my mouth was dry. Who said children are not smart? I just want to meet him.

Mobilize all your mind to do serious things.

The sudden rush of wisdom made me remain calm. Over the years, I have learned that my master likes to talk a lot, and he also likes to be secretive and mysterious. I have to find a way to make up my words.

After a moment of silence, I asked: "Master, Master is so rich and likes calligraphy and painting. Can't you buy it yourself? You have to ask someone else."

"You know what the heck, when did your master get rich? If you practice Taoism on your own and have a few apprentices, it would be good if you are not very poor. Moreover, who gets such a thing as a calligraphy treasure really depends on fate. Sometimes

It can't be measured by money." Old Man Jiang seemed to be immersed in those lotus flowers, replying to my words one after another.

"Master, have you never bought a painting? I don't believe it. I love eating 'Eban'er candy' (Eban'er is the name for stones in Sichuan, mostly referring to stones by the river). I can't help but buy them."

I tried my best to pretend to be very disbelieving, but Old Man Jiang just couldn't stand the excitement.

"You, your kid's level is comparable to that of your master? Your master has never bought any paintings, and those cultural relics are passed from hand to hand, except for those ancient books! Your master is a person who doesn't even pay attention to his own life.

I won't spend money on those places." Sure enough, Old Man Jiang was irritated by me and turned around to scold me. But after scolding me, he suddenly felt something was wrong and shut up immediately.

Next, he looked at me a little cautiously, as if he was probing for something. Finally, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I'm not an actor. I can only do this thanks to my parents' IQ.

I stood up immediately, put my hands on my hips, and said loudly: "Master, how old is my master?"

Old Man Jiang coughed violently for a while, and kept coughing, but refused to answer my words.

I knew that, so I clasped my hands together, squatted on the stool and said: "Master, you are not allowed to cheat. Even if you wait until dawn today, I will wait for you to finish coughing. Even if you blow my head off today, I still have to know the answer."

, Yes, even if I copy the Tao Te Ching ten thousand times, I will admit it!"

When Old Man Jiang heard this, he stopped coughing and turned around and said, "Ten thousand times of Tao Te Ching?"

"That's a metaphor! You always use metaphors!" I quickly said, this old man has a strong desire for revenge, and God knows if he will become angry after being manipulated by me. I will copy it ten thousand times.

Tao Te Ching, that’s not fun!

"Forget it, it's not a secret. Your master lived in the late Ming Dynasty. How old do you think he is?" Old Man Jiang said calmly while scrolling the painting.

I have started to learn history in elementary school, but it is too shallow for me, because my cheap teacher always likes to tell me about history when he has nothing to do. Compared with children of the same age, I know much more than they do.

I had a good idea of ​​how many years the end of the Ming Dynasty was and how many years the Qing Dynasty had been in power. I calculated it silently in my mind, and I jumped up in shock: "Master, you are not allowed to lie to me.

Zu lived for more than 300 years?"

At the same time, the portrait of my master emerged in my mind. He looked like a very simple old farmer, and he looked like a middle-aged and elderly man, but with some vicissitudes of life. He was not an octogenarian at all, and he didn't look droopy at all.

Mr. Xiang, there is no problem in living like that for another twenty or thirty years!

The key point is that the portrait was painted by my master, which further proves that his image at that time was just like that.

In fact, when I asked that question, I knew that my master had definitely not lied to me. Where were Yun Shouping's paintings? Moreover, my cheap master would never lie, at least on major matters.

"I didn't say that your master lived for more than three hundred years. He just happened to exist in that era and in this era." Old Man Jiang pretended to be collecting the paintings as if nothing had happened. In fact, his back was trembling a little.

I have been with him day and night for these years, and I understand that he is actually very uneasy inside and that is why he behaves like this.

"Master, he is also my ancestor, can you tell me about my master? Please!" My curiosity has never been so strong, and I feel like I will die of discomfort if I don't know.

After a few "pops", Old Man Jiang closed the box, clasped his hands behind his back and said to himself: "The calligraphy and painting still cannot be sold. When I give away the calligraphy treasures, it is all with the heart of a person, and the calligraphy and painting are the best in my heart."

Things that are spiritual and can be appreciated cannot be equated with money, as it will pollute my heart."

"Master," I begged, but Old Man Jiang always ignored me.

He walked straight to the table, grabbed a piece of white jade, and read: "I have kept this piece of jade in the spiritual spring for five years, and it has been with me for more than ten years. I listen to sutras and chant with me every day.

It’s also a treasure.”

"Is this a treasure?" I asked immediately as my attention was distracted.

I'm like this. My master often says that my mind is too lively, which is not a good thing. It's better to be stupid. Sometimes being stupid can lead to me sinking into a certain realm of practice.

"Why isn't it a treasure? Do you think spiritual springs and spiritual places are so easy to find? In a vast mountain, there are only a few places where spiritual energy gathers, and some places don't have one at all! And there are more and less spiritual energy, and the jade is affected by it.

There are great and small powers. Some places seem to be full of spiritual energy. Once the jade is buried for a month, the spiritual energy is exhausted. Some places seem to be full of spiritual energy.

I couldn't find a good piece of jade. I buried an ordinary piece of jade. After a while, I saw cracks. That was unbearable. The jade that has been nourished by these spiritual places is already a treasure, let alone a piece of jade.

Naturally formed jade dug from Lingdi'er." When it came to professional knowledge, Mr. Jiang was very willing to answer my questions.

"Then this piece of jade was naturally formed by Ling Di'er?" I asked curiously, looking at the piece of white jade in Old Man Jiang's hand.

"Shit, what do you think is beautiful? That thing is so easy to find? It's worth a fortune. Priceless is not enough to describe it! This land has been well maintained by the spiritual spring, and I have maintained it for more than ten years.

Originally, I wanted to use it to make utensils, to make array eyes, to hold things down, and to do anything else. Of course, if it is given to ordinary people, it will be a treasure." Old Man Jiang said

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"Master, after you took care of me, you changed from a good person to a treasure? You said that we cultivators should be humble and low-key." I said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!