After confirming, he quickly ran over and helped the person who fell on the ground. I saw that this man was well-dressed, but he didn't know how long he had been lying here. His body was already cold and stiff, and his hair on his temples was covered with frost.
Dongfang Shiming quickly tried his breathing, but fortunately he was still breathing. So he dragged the man out onto a dry road and shook him violently.
Bai Hao and Bai Yikao over there also discovered Dongfang Shiming's situation and ran over there.
"What...what's going on?" Bai Hao was extremely surprised when she saw someone appeared after missing her for a while.
Dongfang Shiming frowned: "He still smells of alcohol. He must have passed out drunk on the roadside. But the situation doesn't seem to be good. We need to send him to a warm place."
Bai Hao and Bai Yikao also squatted down and took care of this person's condition. It was difficult to see clearly in the dark light, but when a weak light hit his face, Bai Yikao next to him jumped as if he was electrocuted:
"This is... the painting madman's dream comes to life!"
"..."
Suddenly, Dongfang Shiming noticed that the person in his arms moved slightly.
As if feeling the noise around him, the drunk man, that is, the painter, Meng Susheng, slowly opened his eyes.
Dongfang Shiming and Bai Hao were slightly surprised when they saw him waking up. At this time, there were more than just the three of them around, because Bai Yikao's exclamation just now made the surrounding tourists come over one after another, and now they had formed a small circle.
"..."
Meng Susheng's eyes rolled around, as if he didn't like what he saw when he woke up.
When the crowd of onlookers saw him waking up, they started to murmur in small voices and immediately gathered around him.
"Master Meng Susheng! I have admired you for a long time!"
"Mr. Painting Maniac, please give me your autograph!"
"Please shake my hand!"
"..."
The chattering crowd caught Dongfang Shiming and the others a little unexpectedly, so they quickly got out. It is frightening to see the excited crowd surrounding the painter in the center, like a pack of wolves hunting for prey.
"I didn't expect Painting Mania to be so popular." Dongfang Shiming wiped his sweat and said with a smile.
Bai Yikao was obviously a little regretful at the side, and regretted that he followed Dongfang Shiming out too quickly. They were the closest to Hua Kuang just now, and they could obviously shake hands before leaving...
"It seems that Mr. Painting Maniac won't be able to come out for a while," Dongfang Shiming turned around, "Brother, let's say goodbye. I'll definitely come back to congratulate you after the matter is settled."
"Ah, okay." Bai Yikao no longer thought about what happened just now and nodded, "Have a good trip."
Bai Hao waved goodbye to her eldest brother and followed Dongfang Shiming to the stable to pick up their carriage. After turning the corner, the crowd immediately thinned out a lot, and in the distance the guest building where the Autumn Curtain Painting Banquet was held was already brightly lit.
After boarding the carriage, the horses straightened their bodies, looked at the road in the distance, and set off slowly.
"Wait a minute."
Suddenly, Dongfang Shiming heard someone knocking on the partition outside the carriage and quickly opened the curtain. Unexpectedly, the person standing outside the car turned out to be a painter named Meng Susheng.
Dongfang Shiming was shocked: "Sir, you were not here just now..."
Meng Susheng just waved his hand. He slowly took out six stones from his sleeves, which were the hexagram stones he saw last time at Bai's house, and placed them flat in the palm of his hand.
"Hua Kuang... is it Mr. Hua Kuang?" Bai Hao's sight in front of him was blocked and he couldn't see clearly.
Meng Susheng remained silent, staring at the six stones. Suddenly he threw it into the sky and caught it with his hand. With a flick of his backhand, he had already handed it to the other hand. Then he slowly opened his palms, and six stones formed a shape.
Dongfang Shiming looked at Meng Susheng and knew that he was repaying himself. The painting geek has an eccentric character, and he just needs to listen quietly to the conclusion.
Meng Susheng read for a moment, pondered a little, and said slowly:
"There are visitors from outside, but they are the main ones. There is snow from the mountains, and it is difficult for the snow to fall on the mountains. Just ask and answer, first from the east to the south, and then to the north to get the Dharma. Don't say that you are not prepared, it is better to let it go."
Another prophecy, Dongfang Shiming silently remembered it in his heart.
"Thank you sir." He stood up in the car and bowed to the painter.
"Don't say it's unexpected...it's better to let it go..."
The painting madman turned around and left slowly, muttering only the last two sentences. Dongfang Shiming watched him walking further and further away, feeling increasingly puzzled.
Is it "it's better to let it go" again? Is it a coincidence that God has used the words of others to advise me several times?
Darkness invades. Dongfang Shiming felt a chill on his back and felt inexplicably lost.
"Shiming Shiming, was that Mr. Painting Maniac just now? Is he gone?" Suddenly, Bai Hao's voice came from the front. She turned around and opened the curtain, and her cute little face shone into Dongfang Shiming's field of vision.
Dongfang Shiming was startled. Then he exhaled and turned into a light white mist: "Yes. The painting madman has left, let's go too."
"Shiming, you look a little unhappy." Bai Hao didn't move in a hurry, but moved closer, leaning forward and staring at Dongfang Shiming's face.
"No way, it's too dark, you saw it wrong." Dongfang Shiming smiled, "We are just about to set off now, how can I be depressed?"
"Oh, that's right..." Bai Hao rubbed her eyes, "Then let's go!"
After saying that, she pulled back and sat back in front. The wheels started rolling, Dongfang Shiming sat behind, and all his worries disappeared.
As the car drove to the plaque for the Autumn Curtain Painting Banquet, there seemed to be a person waiting for them in the middle of the bustling crowd. When Bai Hao approached, he realized who the person was: "Shi Ming! That's Master Tan ahead! He's not waiting for us, is he?"
Dongfang Shiming poked his head out and saw Tan Zhihai smiling and waving to them.
The car slowly stopped next to him, and they couldn't see each other clearly in the darkness. Tan Zhihai held up a weak candle and came over with squinted eyes: "Haha, stay, stay."
"Mr. Tan, do you have something important to do?" Dongfang Shiming's face was also flushed by the candlelight.
"Oh haha, it's nothing important." Tan Zhihai raised his hand, holding a thin piece of paper between his fingers, "Just now, Hua Kuang told me about you helping him, and Tan suddenly thought of Mr. Dongfang. I plan to go to Kaixiang Temple, maybe Tan Mou’s face can be introduced on my behalf..."
Dongfang Shiming immediately understood: "This... is just a small effort, thank you for being so concerned about Mr. Tan. To be honest, how to seek an audience with the owner of Kaixiang Temple is indeed the current problem. I didn't expect that Mr. would be willing to introduce him, which is really a big help."
Tan Zhihai smiled: "This is just a small effort for Tan. Since it can help Mr. Dongfang, it is naturally good."
Their faces were very warm under the candlelight. Dongfang Shiming accepted the letter of introduction and respectfully said goodbye to Tan Zhihai. The carriage moved slowly, and finally, under Tan Zhihai's watch, it gradually entered the darkness.
The wind blows. The snowflakes on the ground blew against Tan Zhihai's trousers. He finally turned around slowly and looked at the brightly lit autumn curtain painting banquet. A dark blue streamer was rising up like a dragon and snake in the sky. He smiled bitterly, Pace back.
