There aren't many people around here right now, so Ji Yuan doesn't have to worry about anything and just returns the greeting directly.
"You don't have to be so polite, Lord Baijiang. I am sorry to have disturbed your mood."
Bai Qi looked back in the direction of Jiangshen Temple and said with a smile.
"It's just fun. It can cultivate your mood and help you better understand the people in the world and what they think."
Apart from anything else, at least Ji Yuan felt that Bai Qi’s mental state was much better now than before.
"Oh, this must be Hu Yun, right? I haven't seen him for a few years, but he has improved rapidly. He must be very talented!"
This fox had come to Chunhui Mansion with Ji Yuan in the past, and had a small scene with a big black carp and an old turtle by the river. Of course Bai Qi recognized him.
The Bai Jiangshen praised Hu Yun half-seriously, which made Hu Yun feel a little embarrassed. At the same time, he was surprised that the Bai Jiangshen actually knew him. However, he still had to be polite, so he stood up and made a bowing gesture with his two front paws.
"My name is Hu Yun, nice to meet Lord Jiangshen!"
Seeing the fox saluting so solemnly, Bai Qi thought for a moment and also returned a slight salute, as a way of giving Hu Yun great face, and then turned his attention back to Ji Yuan.
"Mr. Ji, would you like to visit the First Temple of Chunmu River? I can show you the way and explain a few things. Over the years, countless literati and poets have left poems and inscriptions in the Temple of the God of Rivers. In the future, craftsmen and painters will write about the scenery. The corridors and walls in the Temple of the God of Rivers are all treasures!"
Bai Qi didn't really care about these things before, but since he promised Ji Yuan that he would be a good river god, Bai Qi began to care about the aquatic creatures in the rivers, the people and animals who lived on the rivers, and later he discovered the treasures in the River God Temple.
Many times I have been fascinated by the poems and paintings left in the Jiangshen Temple over the years.
Ji Yuan really wanted to see it, but with his eyes, it was extremely difficult for him to see clearly unless he was looking at something extremely special.
Although we have now become proficient in some aspects, such as reading letters and books, we used to need printed paper or bamboo slips or other engraved materials to read smoothly. If it was an ordinary book, we had to get very close to it, which was laborious and stressful.
Now, I can feel the subtle differences in the texture of the paper with my fingertips and feel the "feel" of the words.
But it is not so easy to see the corridor walls of Jiangshen Temple. In many cases, you probably have to get very close to get a general idea. Poetry is okay because it is text after all. If you can roughly tell what the words are, you can understand the meaning of the whole article. But with paintings, it is like looking at flowers in the fog and not seeing them clearly.
After all, Bai Qi is a white piece that is connected to Ji Yuan, so Ji Yuan pointed at his eyes and spoke directly.
"God Bai Jiang is not aware that Ji's eyes are actually half blind."
Hu Yun next to him was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that Mr. Ji was indeed blind. However, there was no inconvenience in his daily walking, sitting, standing, lying down, or doing anything, so it was easy for others to overlook this point.
However, Bai Qi obviously did not ignore this point, or it could be said that since he did not realize it before, his reaction afterwards was also very natural. He laughed heartily almost as soon as Ji Yuan finished speaking.
"Don't worry, sir. Those calligraphy and paintings that you see are blurry are naturally not worth looking at. But some calligraphy and paintings are so old that they still carry the charm of the person who left the ink. They are really extraordinary. I'm sure you can see these calligraphy and paintings clearly!"
"Oh? Then I really have to go and see it!"
Ji Yuan was really aroused by Bai Qi's words.
"Sir please!"
Bai Qi extended his hand to invite Ji Yuan and Hu Yun to go to the Jiangshen Temple which was crowded with tourists.
This time, Bai Qi brought Ji Yuan in with him. Perhaps considering Ji Yuan's feelings, he used a trick so that the two men and the fox were ignored by others and walked directly to the corridor wall.
The last time I came to Jiang Shen Temple was many years ago. The accountant was really shallow and had something else to do. I just walked through the halls in the middle of Jiang Shen Temple and went straight to the Jiang Shen Hall. I was so scared when I lit a stick of incense that I slipped away in a hurry. In addition, my eyesight was not good, so I didn't even see the side corridor wall.
This time, Chunmujiang River God personally led the way, taking Ji Yuan and Hu Yun to walk slowly along the corridor wall of the River God Temple. Ji Yuan could see the truth at a glance.
At first glance, the corridor walls were covered with colorful writings and looked nothing special. But upon closer inspection, hidden among the densely packed inscriptions and paintings, some words and paintings emitted a faint light as fine as the slightest hair. The more Ji Yuan looked at them, the clearer they became, and after a while he began to see the spirit of the scene.
It is not necessarily true that all of these people who wrote lyrics and painted were really good. It is certain that they had brilliant writing skills and superb skills, but it is impossible for them to keep them alive for long. There are only a few left-wing crazy people in the world.
However, Jiangshen Temple has many pilgrims and even more tourists, especially literati and poets who come to comment and write on the corridor walls. This has never stopped for nearly two hundred years since the construction of Jiangshen Temple. In such auspicious occasions, later generations have endowed the works on the corridor walls with more and more divine meaning.
Such examples are mostly reflected in paintings, which, as time goes by, appear to have increasingly deeper and more varied colors, becoming even more beautiful than when they were first created.
Looking at Ji Yuan walking in the corridor and fascinated by some of the exquisite paintings and poems, Bai Qi said to him with a slight sense of pride.
"Mr. Ji, how about my Jiang Shen Temple?"
"Yes, it is worthy of being the first temple in Chunmu River. These poems and articles have good meanings in themselves, but these paintings have a hint of depth. Perhaps they can become monsters on the murals in a hundred years."
Ji Yuan said this with great interest, and Hu Yun on the side looked at the murals on the wall in surprise after hearing this. At first he just thought that some of the paintings were particularly beautiful, but he never thought that these paintings might become spirits in the future.
"Mr. Ji, can a painting also become a monster?"
"It's just a possibility. There are countless spirits in the world, and many of them are created by chance. As long as the conditions for conceiving a spirit are met, there is a possibility of conceiving a spirit."
Ji Yuan stopped talking here. Bai Qi looked at Hu Yun's curious expression and explained on his behalf.
"You are right, sir. However, these monsters are extremely fragile when they are born. They cannot stand being disturbed by the outside world. Or they need to be carefully cared for. Otherwise, a naughty child could kill them by rubbing a branch against the wall."
"Ah? So pitiful!"
"Haha, there are many more pitiful people than this, you just don't know it. Little friend Hu Yun, you must cherish your rare opportunity to practice."
Bai Qi's words seemed to hint at something, and his eyes slightly moved towards Ji Yuan. Hu Yun also understood what he meant and nodded towards Bai Qi, then continued to look at the murals on the wall, but this time he was farther away, for fear of scratching the murals with his claws. He also carefully observed the tourists passing by the corridor walls to see if any of them were careless.
The actual situation still made Hu Yun very worried. He not only saw people touching the words and paintings on the wall, but he even saw a young couple secretly carving words on stones in a corner. Most of them should be words like "forever together" and "I was here".
"Mr. Ji, Lord Bai Jiang, some of them are..."
"Although private engraving is prohibited here, it is impossible to cover everything. There will still be some people who are not disciplined. However, ordinary people will not tarnish the excellent works of their predecessors. Besides, this is actually a disaster for the paintings. We can only ask the temple keeper to exercise more control and let tourists develop a good atmosphere."
As he spoke, Bai Qi pointed into the distance.
"look."
Hu Yun quickly turned his head and saw that two scholars in blue robes had stepped forward to stop the young couple, and were pointing at the wall and saying something seriously. The young couple also looked embarrassed and uneasy, and kept nodding and apologizing.
Listening to Bai Qi's explanation, Ji Yuan agreed with it in his heart and said with a little emotion.
"God Bai Jiang said it very well. This is both a disaster and an opportunity. Using magic to separate the tourists and pilgrims can naturally protect the murals, but it can also easily cut off the accumulated power. Good fortune and disaster are interdependent."
The two men and the fox spent nearly half a day carefully reading through the works in the Jiangshen Temple. Even Hu Yun was fascinated by the wonderful poems and articles and the exquisite paintings.
Unconsciously, when Hu Yun came back to his senses from a painting of eight beauties, he found that the sky around him had darkened, and the number of tourists and pilgrims in Jiang Shen Temple had decreased. It was obvious that Jiang Shen Temple was about to close.
"Mr. Ji, I have prepared a pleasure boat. Let's go to the river now. The old turtle Wu Chong and Qing Qing already know you are here and are waiting in the middle of the river."
"Let's go!"
When Ji Yuan and Bai Qi were visiting the Jiang Shen Temple, Bai Qi had already arranged everything, and Ji Yuan was well aware of it.
The two people in front had already walked along the corridor wall to a water platform along the river inside the Jiangshen Temple, and Hu Yun was stunned for a moment and then hurriedly followed, still asking questions.
"Qingqing? Big Blue Fish has a name? When did he get a name? Why does it sound like a girl's name?"
"You are the only one who has many problems."
Ji Yuan smiled and didn't say much, and Bai Qi also kept it a secret.
A small pleasure boat sailed away from the shore near the Jiangshen Temple. Two yellow lanterns were hung on the eaves of the hatches at the bow and stern. The boat was not big, but it had everything it needed. There were tables, chairs, wine, food, and even a soft couch for people to rest.
The boatman at the helm was wearing a straw raincoat with his hat pulled down low. He was rowing the boat obediently. He didn't dare to look at Ji Yuan and Bai Qi too much. At most, he would glance at Hu Yun occasionally. It was obvious that this boatman was also a water creature from the Chunmu River.
The boats pushed aside the waves and sailed slowly into the center of the river. On this Chunmu River, there were pleasure boats and houseboats in the distance and in all directions. The sounds of singing and dancing of orioles and swallows could be heard faintly. The small pleasure boat where Ji Yuan and Bai Qi were was just an ordinary one and no one would even take a second look at it.
Ji Yuan and Bai Qi stood at the bow of the boat, while Hu Yun squatted between them.
“Clatter… clatter…”
The water in the middle of the river began to ripple, and through the dim light from the bow, a huge black shadow could be vaguely seen passing under the water.
Hu Yun saw a green shadow swimming underwater and shouted out in excitement.
"Big bluefish!"
After this sound, a huge creature swimming in the water under the boat stepped on the tiny whirlpool and slowly surfaced in front of the bow. Half of the shell of an old turtle emerged, and a green carp floated up, spitting bubbles.
"Old Turtle Wu Chong, I greet Mr. Ji, and I greet Lord Jiangshen!"
"Bobo Bobo..."
The big black carp couldn't speak, but after the old turtle finished speaking, it quickly blew out a few bubbles as a greeting.