In less than a moment, I moved to the edge of Wu Lao's coffin, Su Xiaoman also handed a carving knife over, and I hurriedly said, "hold this small wooden barrel for me."
Su Xiaoman didn't hesitate, and immediately held the small wooden barrel with both hands, and I took the carving knife from her.
Holding the carving knife, I intended to open my eyes and want to find the center of the coffin, but I was afraid that once I opened my eyes, the feeling in my mind would immediately disappear, so I closed my eyes tightly and touched the coffin on my hand. .
If you want to find the center of the coffin without opening your eyes, you can tap the wood on the coffin and judge the center with the sound of the wood.
However, this method requires a keen sense of hearing and requires a quiet environment.
In the current environment, even though it was quiet, there was still a faint noise. I had to say, "Old sir, can I trouble you to find the center of the coffin for the kid?"
The old carpenter didn't speak either, but stared at me with straight eyes, and said with a trembling voice: "Little brother, you...you...are you planning to draw the ghost craftsman Ziwen?"
I hummed softly and didn't speak.
When the old carpenter heard this, he almost didn't jump up and started to act. In less than a minute, he grabbed my arm and said excitedly: "This is the center point."
I raised my hand and felt it. This position was a bit rough. I raised my hand and knocked. The sound coming from the wood was exceptionally crisp, it should be the center point.
Right now, I took a deep breath, tightened the knife in my hand, and my left hand began to move at that point.
It is also strange to say that the moment the carving knife in my hand fell on the coffin, my whole person seemed to become a lot easier, and the index finger of my right hand became extremely sensitive, and I could clearly feel the'in the small wooden barrel'. 'Any stroke of the word.
This made me look happy. My left hand kept carving on the coffin, and the index finger of my right hand kept rubbing on the word "中". Slowly, the carving speed became faster and faster, and the speed of the right hand was getting faster. Come faster and faster.
Just like that, after about ten minutes of touching it, my right hand slowly released the word "中", my eyes suddenly opened, and my left hand was still sculpting on the coffin.
At this moment, I feel that my left hand is completely out of the control of my brain, but the carving knife in my hand is involuntarily carving the coffin like dragons and phoenixes. It is extremely fast. My brother, I guess it is not at this speed.
This...this...is this the legendary ghost maker Jiwen.
At the moment when I was carving, all the old carpenters gathered around, and even the three masters gathered around, staring at me dumbfounded, especially the carpenter who had been leaning towards me. His old face looked red with excitement. , A pair of deep sea-like eyes stared directly at me, his mouth squirming all the time, as if he was saying something.
After about twenty minutes, a complete "middle" appeared. My back was already soaked with sweat, and my left arm was sore.
Don't look at this simple word "中", but I clearly know that at least more than a thousand knives have been carved on it. It was not until this time that I understood why the ghost essay was so urgent that it was extremely difficult even for the ghost smith to learn.
The reason is very simple. It looks like a simple word. There are so many things in it that it cannot be expressed in words. I can only say that there is not only my own perception of wood, but also the aura generated by the carving knife and wood, and even the influence of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements on the coffin has to be considered.
And the carved characters are not as simple as they seem on the surface. To use a sentence on the "Luban Sutra", it is, one sunny and three rains, and three winters with snow and cold. To put it more popularly, that is, the'characters' carved out are not static, but change according to the growth environment of the wood.
As soon as I finished carving the ghost text, there was a noise in the originally quiet environment. I turned my head and saw that there were some seven or eight mice all covered in black. These mice are not big. The two fingers are big, which is what we usually see in life.
The strange thing is that these seven or eight mice seem to be not afraid of strangers. They walked straight towards us, and finally stopped in front of the coffin. The stranger thing was still behind.
They... they... they actually stood on their backs, with their forelimbs wrapped around their chests, and slowly bowed towards the coffin.
This...this...what's going on
I was a little stunned. When Dingqing took a look, I found that seven or eight mice bowed to the coffin three times, and then walked towards the door of the room with a brushing sound.
After the mice left, I didn’t get back to my senses. I felt as if an arm was holding me tightly. When I raised my head, it was the old carpenter. He trembled and said, "Little brother, you...you really I've carved out a ghost text."
I scratched the back of my head and said, "It was carved out by accident."
His complexion changed, and he stopped saying: "No, no, no, this kind of writing can't be carved by mistake. The old man was fortunate to have seen Lingshi engraver Zhiwen. The situation at that time was exactly the same as it is now. After the engraving of the text was successful, some mice also walked out to make a joke."
I was slightly startled. I was also very puzzled about the rat worshipping the coffin just now, so I asked him why.
He explained to me that once the coffin is carved with a text, the coffin will become a thing of extreme sun, and mice are yin. When they encounter things of extreme sun, they will naturally be in awe. In addition, mice are mostly psychic. It is reasonable to bow when encountering things of extreme sun.
Having said that, at the time, I was still a little knowledgeable, and more importantly, I was still in the groping stage of writing about this ghostmaker. To put it mildly, let me carve the Ghostman Jiwen again. I will never carve it.
Of course, I didn’t say this in my heart, and the old carpenter respected me very much when he saw that I had carved the ghost texts. At the end, he invited me to take a walk with them and said yes. Let's discuss the changes of wood in different environments and the application of wood furniture in ordinary households.
I politely refused, mainly because there are too many things at present, and I have to deal with the matter of Old Wu's corpse.
The old carpenter saw that I didn’t agree and didn’t say much. Before leaving, he stretched out his withered hand and shook my hand, and said, “The old man’s surname is Lu and his name is Changchun. Next time I have a chance to come to Guangdong, remember to find an old man. Explore crafts together."
I nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, I will find you when I'm free in the future."
The old carpenter smiled slightly, gave me the contact information, and led the other old carpenters away.
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