Take the Fox Fairy To Catch the Ghost - Chapter 271

Chapter 271 The Secret of Remnant Painting

Hearing what I said, Song Yu interrupted: “I understand very well, I don’t want to listen to it, I want to see.”

“Oh, okay, you know a lot, you don’t know how to say, you really let you show Mingtang.” After I finished speaking, I went back to my room and took out the two broken paintings that had been wrapped.

Jiang Yilong and the others said, “What inspiration do you have?”

I smiled and said, “I don’t have any inspiration. No, Master Song Daxian wanted to see, so I gave him a palm.”

They helped to tidy up the objects on the coffee table and put them aside. After wiping the coffee table clean with a rag, I carefully unfolded the two remaining pictures.

I first pointed to the picture in our own hand and said, “This is left to us by my master, and this is given to us by Fu Zhiwen. Look at the color, the outline of the painting, and even the torn corners. They all fit together perfectly, obviously the same painting.”

Song Yu did not respond.

I said: “Actually, I roughly judged that there is no one on the two remnants, only the scenery, and some are just half-shrouded mountains in the clouds, and some streams. I came to the conclusion that it might be A landscape painting made by a certain person in the past. If you find this part of the piece together, you can know who the name is on the inscribed seal.”

Song Yu still did not respond.

“Are you there? Didn’t you see? Still see something Mingtang…”

I asked him several times in a row, and even I was annoyed by the question myself, and wanted to put the two broken paintings back into the cabinet. At this time, Song Yu said: “Leave it there, don’t move.”

I was surprised when I saw that he hadn’t said a word for a long time, and I hurriedly shouted, “Have you seen anything bright?”

Song Yu said, “You’ve been to the Changxian Hall, what’s in the main hall?”

I blurted out: “Isn’t it your master, the first head of the Changxian Sect.”

“It’s also your master.” Song Yu said, “This painting is from master’s hand.”

“What, what?”

Bai Ling and the others gathered around. Although they didn’t know everything that I said in the conversation with Song Yu, they suddenly saw the exaggerated expression on my face. Bai Ling asked hurriedly, “What happened?”

I responded, “It’s okay, it’s okay, you guys talk first, I’ll talk to him.” After that, I used consciousness to communicate with Song Yu again. “Is it really painted by the old man, Shigong?”

Song Yu said: “That’s right. Back then, I returned to Changxianmen again and was favored by my master, inheriting Taoism, immortality and alchemy. I once saw this painting with my own eyes. Back then, I asked my master. , What is the place painted on the painting? The painting is beautiful and immortal, like a fairy mountain. At that time, the master replied that the painting was a fairy mountain. He went on a trip and once visited this fairy mountain by chance, and he also said with a smile I also saw an immortal on Xianshan. I didn’t believe it at the time, but after the death of Shi Gongxian, all his personal belongings were there, except for the painting.”

I said, “Master has really been to Xianshan? Isn’t this just a moment of elegance and creativity of his old man, painting according to his own imagination, right?”

Song Yu said: “You should know what kind of person the master is.”

I said: “I am not suspicious of Master, but there are also some people, such as masters, calligraphers and painters of the past, who will make a poem, calligraphy and painting as soon as they are inspired. This kind of thing is not impossible. what.”

“I don’t want to talk about this boring question with you.” Song Yu paused and said, “Looking at the size of these two remnants of paintings, what is missing should be the contour path of the leftmost mountain ridge, as well as the handwriting of the master. A few lines of words and sentences.”

I hurriedly asked: “Can you still remember what Master wrote?”

For a long time, Song Yu was silent in his memories. “One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, three layers of celestial beings, celestial beings on the palace, Biya and Qiongtian, there is no celestial fate, and the chief prince bows down and pays his respects.”

I said: “The literal meaning is easy to understand, but what does it mean?”

Song Yu said: “I told you just now. Master once said that he had the honor to see the fairy mountain and set foot on it. However, as he mentioned above, he does not have this fairy fate, so he can only leave. However, Now that I think about it carefully, there is another important meaning in this sentence. Master was fortunate to see the fairy mountain, which shows that he does have a fairy fate, otherwise, he will never see the fairy mountain, see the fairy, or even the fairy palace where the fairy lives. It’s just that the teacher has not yet reached the stage of cultivation, and there is still some distance from that step.”

I smiled and said, “Anyway, what you say is reasonable, you are right.”

Song Yu seemed to have heard that my tone was wrong, and hurriedly said, “This is not what I said right. This is the thing that Master left Xianshan’s greatest regret. I think you should be able to appreciate it. It is fortunate to see the fairy in Xianshan, but because I can’t get rid of the filth of the world, the mood after being refused to leave.”

He was serious, thinking about it carefully, if I replaced myself as the teacher at the time, it would be common sense to have such a mood after leaving. “Then Master, did you say where Xianshan is?”

Song Yu said: “Xiandao Penghu.”

“What, Penghu? Isn’t Penghu just Penglai?”

A long time ago, there were three sacred mountains among the folks. One is Penglai Xianshan, the other is Yingzhou Xianshan, and the third is Abbot Xianshan. These three fairy mountains are the places where gods live. In ancient times, Emperor Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and other ninety-five supreme emperors searched for immortals and visited medicines, only for the eternal elixir of immortality, in order to strive for the longevity of dominance in the world, and the emperor will last forever.

Song Yu sighed and said, “This Penglai is not Penglai. Back then, in order to bring Furong back to life, I tried all kinds of ways. In the end, it all ended without disease… But at this moment, I remembered what Master Master mentioned to me. This painting, however, I went back to Changxianmen and searched for the master’s relics, but did not find this painting. Later, I inquired about and determined the exact location of the pot. However, I wanted to be able to find it in it. The real pottery pot, but it took two years, and there is still nothing to gain. If I could have this picture drawn by the master at that time, and follow the path above to find it, I believe that Furong has long been awake.”

I said: “Do you mean that this painting was left by the master, and the road map for the purpose of looking for the mountains and the immortals?”

Song Yu said, “You can say so. However, I just glanced at the painting at the time and didn’t pay much attention. Therefore, I spent time and effort to no avail in the end.”

I said: “That is, we only need to piece this picture together now, and then follow the path on the map, we will be able to find the Penglai Fairy Mountain?”

Song Yu said: “Yes. Master travels around the world and has a heart for the common people, and there are innumerable people who benefit from it. Perhaps it is precisely because he planted this fruit and got this level of fate that he had the opportunity to see the scenery of the fairy mountain, and to be able to personally I can see the fairy.”

“This is a good direction.” I paused, and then said: “But the point is that this painting is not complete now. Who knows where the incomplete part is, even if it is really able to pass this painting. Is the possibility of finding Xianshan too low?”

Song Yu laughed, and immediately said, “The rest is with me.”

I was a little confused: “What? Didn’t you just say that you didn’t find this painting in the master’s relics? Besides, didn’t you come back empty-handed when you went to find the mountains and visit the immortals. Now why do you say that the missing part is yours? What about here?”

“You are really forgetful. I told you just now. I have seen the full picture of this painting with my own eyes. Although it has been a long time since I can’t remember the full picture, there are these two remaining pictures as a reference. I can always think of the missing part,” Song Yu said.

When he mentioned this, I really realized it. If not, how can he remember the words and phrases left by the master who signed the painting. “Well, if it really works, you can rest assured, I will go to find the mountain and visit the immortal immediately. If I really see the god, even if I do my best, I must ask him for the elixir to bring the dead back to life, let the moon Furong was immediately resurrected.”

Song Yu seemed to heaved a sigh of relief, but also as if his worry was finally eliminated. “It’s enough to have you.”

“I’m the one who speaks…but how long does it take to remind you?” I said.

Song Yu said: “Not sure. Maybe one or two days, maybe three or four days, or even longer. In short, don’t worry, even if I can’t completely figure out the incomplete parts, I can always think of some outlines. .”

After I negotiated with Song Yu, I drank a glass of water and tried my best to calm myself down. Soon after, I packed up the broken paintings and put them back in the cabinet.

I’ve been communicating with Song Yu just now. If you don’t know it, you can definitely think that I’m sitting there motionless like a wooden person. But Jiang Yilong and the others clearly knew, so they didn’t bother midway.

“I received it so soon, did he see that Mingtang came?” Jiang Yilong said.

I smiled and said, “Guess what.”

Seeing my face, Roland said with joy, “He really sees that Mingtang is here?”

“You still have eyesight.” I packed the paintings and put them back in place, returned to the living room, pulled them over, and said, “It turns out that the real author of this painting is Song Yu’s master.”

“It’s true or not, is there such a coincidence in the world?” Jiang Yilong looked suspicious.

I said: “This is an indisputable fact, and Song Yu personally determined it. Also, the incomplete part of this painting, which is the place where the normal painter signed the money, has a few lines of words, I will read it to you. One mountain, two Chongshan, the threefold show the heavenly immortals, the immortal immortals go to the palace, Biya and Qiongtian, there is no such thing as immortal fate, and the chief prince bows and worships.”

Bai Ling asked blankly: “What immortal, what palace, what exactly does this refer to?”

I said, “It’s the place in the painting. The immortal naturally refers to the immortal. Of course, this hall refers to the immortal hall where the immortal lives.”