"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, little kid, 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 character. It is really a master of "boneless painting". Your master loved good calligraphy and painting, and helped some distinguished literati and writers, and never was greedy for gold or silver. He often asks for some calligraphy treasures, but of course it’s fine if he doesn’t give them, and he doesn’t force them.” Old Man Jiang carefully picked up the paintings, looked at them carefully, and explained them to me in a nonchalant manner.
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 will basically give it to you. Your master does not take calligraphy and painting for money, but just for appreciation. 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 loving calligraphy and painting, and over the years, I have been fortunate enough to acquire some calligraphy treasures."
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! ! Master just now said clearly that Yun Shouping was from the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty. My master only met his master in 1922. My master, he...
My heart was beating loudly. This thing felt weirder than seeing a ghost. For a moment, I felt like my mouth was dry. Who said children don't have wisdom? He just needs to encounter something that makes him mobilize all his mind to take it seriously.
The sudden rush of wisdom made me remain calm. Over the years, I have learned that my master likes to talk a lot and 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 beg someone else."
"You know what the heck, when did your master get rich? You practice Taoism on your own and have a few apprentices. If you are not very poor, it is not bad. And 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 not to believe it, but Old Man Jiang just couldn't bear 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 have been 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 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 it, 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 study history in primary 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 too much than them.
How many years was the end of the Ming Dynasty, and how many years did the Qing Dynasty rule? I was confident. 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 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... 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 He is a little trembling. I have been with him day and night for these years, and I understand that he is actually very uneasy in his heart, which is why he behaves like this.
"Master, he is also my master, 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 in my heart Something that has spirit 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 recite scriptures with me every day. It’s also a treasure.”
"Is this a treasure?" I asked immediately as my attention was distracted.
I am like this. My master often says that my mind is too lively, which is not a good thing. It is better to be stupid. Sometimes being stupid can sink me 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 any at all! And there are more and less spiritual energy, and jade is affected by it. The power is also strong and small. Some places seem to be full of spiritual energy. Once the jade is buried for a month, the spiritual energy is exhausted. Some places are full of spiritual energy. I can't find a good jade, but I bury an ordinary jade. After a while, At first glance, there are cracks, which is unbearable. The jade that has been nourished by these spiritual lands is already a treasure, let alone the naturally formed jade dug out from the spiritual lands." When it comes to professional knowledge, Old Man Jiang was very willing to answer my question.
"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 piece of land has been well maintained by the spiritual spring, and I have maintained it for more than ten years. I originally 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 .
"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.
"You bastard, don't pretend to understand because I don't understand!" Old Man Jiang suddenly became furious!