Reciting these two poetic names, Meng Xinghe Chen Ran knew that even if Aunt Yun didn't tell him why he was painting in front of the Xiangguo Temple, he was not very stupid. Many things were taken into consideration. Just look at the doorway inside.
Could it be that this woman is the fairy that my master sister asked me to sacrifice her color to bring her closer to the mortal world? Meng Xinghe thought that it is 100% possible. But now that his identity has been revealed, he can only take one step at a time to see if it can be done. Sacrificing color is still a problem.
"Sister, do you need to draw a picture of beauty?" Meng Xinghe pretended to be calm. He knew that this kind of thing cannot be rushed. Even if you have to sacrifice your appearance, you still need a period of time to get used to it. This is just like chasing those rich ladies. First, I have to write a few sour love poems. Then I wait foolishly. In the end, things will fall into place and we can naturally get married.
When the woman heard the word "sister", her face was full of disapproval just like her senior sister Shi Luoshen. Although the Taoism of the Taiping Sect can make their appearance unchanged, like a dignified girl, but she was still not used to hearing the word "sister" in her heart.
"I didn't bring any silver." Concubine Yu Xiang picked up the sword on the table and turned to leave. Even if she left, she was still so magnificent and surrounded by fairy aura.
Seeing her leaving, Meng Xinghe had a thought in his heart. He said indifferently: "Don't you think my sister wants to know the news about your master?"
"Huhu..."
A gust of fragrant wind came. Concubine Yu Xiang was already sitting in front of Meng Xinghe. The sword in her hand was placed on the table again.
"That's right. It's so humane." Meng Xinghe sighed. "Sister, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. In fact, I was sent by the Demon Sect to deal with your Yuxianfang. Don't follow my master and sister Shi Luoshen about this. "Otherwise, she will think that I have surrendered to you. When the time comes, I will detain my wife, Mengdie, and I will lose my wife and my army."
Concubine Yuxiang frowned slightly: "I know. It doesn't need to be said so carefully. God Shi Luo thought that using Longyan Pill to transform you into the master would lure me out. I'm not as persistent as she is. It seems that my senior sister .My temper has remained the same over the past few decades. I am so silly and funny."
After doing it for a long time, everyone already knows the reason. I am still here playing the role of a master and a clown. Since this is the case, there is no need to hide it.
Meng Xinghe tried to inquire: "Sister, I'm presumptuous to complain. You and your master are sisters in the same sect. Why did you turn against each other? I have also heard a little bit about the grievances between the Taiping Sect's Demon Sect and Yuxianfang. There must be some misunderstanding. If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that the fighting and killing between you over the past few decades was just in the hands of the traitor, allowing you to kill each other in the same clan?"
He heard Mengdie talk about the grudge between the Demon Sect and Yuxianfang before. He heard it vaguely, but he also knew that it was not really a deep hatred. He just didn't know whether Mengdie also had only half-knowledge or it was just the fact. Anyway, what was it? I am afraid that only these two fellow disciples will truly know. However, Meng Xinghe’s kind advice is not unreasonable. After all, it is better to dissolve enemies than to end them. Why should we be so persistent in the next life? Everything is just smoke and clouds.
Concubine Yuxiang is not as great as him. Her grievances and grievances with Yuxianfang and Demon Sect may not be clear for a while. She snorted and did not tell the truth about Meng Xinghe. She was just quite eager. Asked: "You said just now that you know the news about my master. Is it true or false?"
Knowing that he couldn't hide it, Meng Xinghe said bluntly: "Of course it's a lie. You and Master sister have been looking for it for so many years. How do I know?"
"How dare you lie to me." Concubine Yu Xiang rarely got angry. She took out her sword, unsheathed it, and with an elegant gesture split Meng Xinghe's painting stall in half. With a crash, everything on the painting stall rolled to the ground. "If you dare to lie to me next time, I'll chop your head off. Today I'll pay you back for your tea."
Meng Xinghe looked at his overturned painting stall. Even if he paid me back for tea, he destroyed my things and he kindly offered to sell them to me to save his face. I have never seen anyone more shameless than the fairy from Yuxianfang. I have really learned a lot. When he saw the Fairy in Purple Clothes leaving, Meng Xinghe suddenly remembered something. They had planted some ruthless poison on him. I don’t know if it was harmful. He hurriedly asked: "Sister Yuxiang Concubine. Excuse me. Where is Sister Fairy? Can we meet up? She left something with me. I must let her take it back."
"There is no cure for the poison of heartless love. If you want to live for two more years, cut off your relationship with the demon sect. Otherwise, it will only make you miserable."
Meng Xinghe froze on the spot. It seemed that Yuxianfang had planned for him a long time ago. He planted the heartless poison early to make me leave the Demon Sect completely. However, it is impossible for Meng Xinghe to leave the Demon Sect now. A dream butterfly .There is also Aunt Yun who has not been settled. Both of them are treasures in his heart. Who can be ruthless enough to cut his heart. That is a famous man. Meng Xinghe thinks that he does not have the courage, let alone do such heartless things. A matter of decision.
If you don't tell me, I will climb up Jueqing Peak to find Sister Fairy some other day. I will pick up the paintbrush on the ground. There is no need to paint now. Now that I have found the person I am looking for, I will complete my mission in an upright manner. Use There is no need to go out and cheat by using the sign of selling sheep's heads and selling dog meat.
After packing the painting box, Meng Xinghe thought about going back to work and not planning to paint here. He went back towards the Imperial Academy. After walking a few steps, a rather old voice came from behind him.
"Donor, please stay."
He was definitely not an acquaintance. Meng Xinghe turned around and took a look.
A few feet away behind him, a monk wearing cassocks was giving him a charitable smile.
He was calling me. Meng Xinghe walked over and said, "Master, are you calling me?"
"Amitabha." The monk made a Buddhist ceremony. "The donor is good at painting."
Meng Xinghe looked at the painting box in his hand: "I'm not good at it. I don't know what the master's instructions are."
"The donor is humble. Everyone in the world likes to hide their greed, anger, stupidity, hatred, and evil. Only the donor can achieve great enlightenment. This shows that the donor has unique Buddha roots. This is a predestined relationship with me, the Buddha." The monk came over and stood beside him. I followed a young novice monk. He was knocking a small wooden fish around in his hand, and he was muttering words. They were all scriptures about Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva's journey to the deep perfections for a long time.
This monk wouldn't want to encourage me to become a monk. Otherwise, why would he say that he has a predestined relationship with the Buddha? He hurriedly excused himself and said, "Master, I've given you the award. I'm just talking nonsense. You can't take it seriously. I have something else to do. I'll take my leave first." Already."
Meng Xinghe took off and left. The monk followed him reluctantly. He chased after him and said, "Donor, don't leave yet."
This monk won't rely on me anymore. Meng Xinghe stopped and said, "Master, if you have any questions, just tell me. If you are trying to persuade me to see through the mortal world and become a monk, then I will tell the truth to the master. I am already married and can no longer be a monk. ."
The monk recited Amitabha. "How could I do evil if I know that the donor has not left the world of mortal life and force you to do something you don't want to do? I stopped you rashly today because I just wanted to ask you to draw a statue of Guanyin."
It turned out to be a painting of a statue of Guanyin. Meng Xinghe said modestly: "To be honest, I really don't know how to paint the statue of Guanyin that the master said. If the painting doesn't look like it, it won't damage the great and compassionate Bodhisattva. You must not do it." Meng Xinghe I know that painting a Bodhisattva is a very delicate matter. Only a kind-hearted person can paint a picture of great compassion. It is okay to let him paint mountains, water, people and objects. But if he wants to paint a statue of Guanyin, Meng Xinghe is really afraid that he will not be able to do it well. At that time, not only will he offend the gods, but he will also shorten his lifespan. Although Meng Xinghe is an atheist, there are some things that it is best to keep in mind.
The monk seemed to believe in Meng Xinghe. He said: "The poor monk said that the donor has a predestined relationship with the Buddha and has Buddhist roots. If the heart is kind, the painting will be good. Only the painted Guanyin will have the compassionate light of the Buddha."
Meng Xinghe didn't care whether what he said was true or false. Since the monk was not afraid, he didn't care: "Since the master is not worried about my poor painting skills, I can trouble you to lead the way."
"The donor does not need to worry. The poor monk lives in Xiangguo Temple. The donor can go back and finish the painting and teach it to the poor monk."
That's good. You don't have to go to the monk's Zen room to paint. Meng Xinghe suddenly felt relaxed. "Then I'll leave first. Oh, by the way. After I finish painting the Guanyin statue, how do I hand it over to the master?"
The monk said: "The poor monk's name is Tripitaka. Now we are explaining Buddhist scriptures in Xiangguo Temple. If the donor has finished the painting, just give it to any monk in Xiangguo Temple and let them bring it to the poor monk."
Keeping the monk's words in mind and not thinking too much about it, Meng Xinghe bowed his head and turned around to leave.
At this time, the little novice monk next to the monk stopped beating the wooden fish and asked curiously: "Why didn't Master find the first painter of the Tang Dynasty to paint Long Sheng? Instead, he chose this person. Could it be that he was in trouble recently? Master wanted to save him." He or Master saw that he had the same deep Buddha roots as me and wanted to accept him as his disciple. That is really his creation."
The monk smiled wisely: "Buddha said: It cannot be said."
"Here we go again. I'm tired of hearing this." The little novice monk pouted and started to knock on his wooden fish again.
Meng Xinghe returned to the Imperial Academy. Aunt Yun still read when she had nothing to do. Seeing that the sun had not set yet, Meng Xinghe ran back. She quickly asked with concern: "What happened? You came back so early."
There was brewed tea on the table. Aunt Yun was very picky about tea. She usually drank the most expensive tea. Meng Xinghe took a few sips and then said calmly: "Nothing happened. It's just that But I met an old acquaintance."
"Who?" Aunt Yun blushed for a while. Meng Xinghe's old acquaintance. You can imagine who he is. This guy has been involved in stealing jade and fragrance in the past. Unexpectedly, he still persisted in his stubbornness in Chang'an. Downwind debt.
One look showed that Aunt Yun was wrong. Meng Xinghe explained: "Who else is there? Isn't it the person you asked me to wait in front of Xiangguo Temple? Concubine Yuxiang of Yuxianfang."
"Concubine Yuxiang." Aunt Yun immediately closed the book: "You met her." Aunt Yun looked Meng Xinghe up and down. Seeing that he was not injured, she felt relieved. She was responsible for protecting Meng Xinghe's safety. If anything happened, It’s really hard to blame for anything.
"Yes. But she doesn't seem to be interested in me. She seems to want me to sell my sex. It's not easy to sell." Meng Xinghe joked.
"Nonsense! Do you think women in the world are so easy to deceive?" Aunt Yun cursed. She seemed to have thought of something. She immediately stopped talking to Meng Xinghe about the issue of selling sex: "Then, have you thought about how to deal with Yuxianfang? Don't Forgot what you promised Master Mengdie."
This was a bit tricky. But Meng Xinghe didn't think much about it. He changed the topic and said, "By the way, Xiruo. What are we going to eat tonight?"
"I don't have time to talk to you." Hearing him call Xiruo, Aunt Yun immediately blushed and spread to her slender jade neck. It was very attractive.
Meng Xinghe jumped in front of her coquettishly, which startled Aunt Yun. She thought he was going to make another bold move. Now she is trying to stay away from Meng Xinghe, for fear that he will take advantage of him accidentally. But he couldn't bear to hit him.
"What are you going to do?" Aunt Yun dodged and tried not to meet Meng Xinghe's eyes. She completely believed that this enemy who couldn't figure out his nature would have the courage to do something outrageous. She couldn't stop her even if she wanted to. Can't stop it.
What an injustice. Aunt Yun sighed bitterly in her heart. But Meng Xinghe grabbed her hand and refused to let go no matter how hard she struggled. Then she said more seriously: "It's still early now. Why don't I accompany you to the market to buy vegetables." "