Take a cozy nap and laze around.
The blue bamboo lounge chair is covered with a silk quilt, and you lie down lazily on your back, with bits of sunshine shining on your fair and pretty face, listening to the sound of the wind blowing in the bamboo forest, the long and long space, which can make the dragon's heart peaceful.
Eyelashes trembling, squinting at the scenery.
When I squinted, my vision was slightly blurry, and the light between the bamboo leaves above me was very bright.
The dragon's tail is hanging casually aside. The mountain behind the temple is a nice place for leisure and relaxation. Bai Yujun has been coming here to spend time in the past few days.
Drowsily, he reached for the low table beside him.
He grabbed the teapot and bit the spout.
He poured it into his mouth fiercely. The tea was slightly cool after leaving it for a long time. It is said that hot tea is better to drink. It may not be comfortable when it is cold, but Bai Yujun felt that there was no difference, and it was all gone after a while.
Have a bite of local pastries and read miscellaneous storybooks.
After half a stick of incense...
"Making up some nonsense."
Throw away books with rough printing quality. The stories are very bizarre. The monsters have read the books and their faces are full of who am I? , without the power to crack the spell, he turned into a golden carp and was caught and sold, almost dying.
Although he was rescued in the end.
But Bai Yujun said with a blank face, the mythical beast turned into a carp? Losing mana?
Facts have proved that some stories in ancient times often concealed some kind of guidance, and stories were used to achieve goals. Generally speaking, people's hearts are too complex, and the road in ancient times was also slippery.
"Alas, since the decline of the ancient dragon clan, everyone has jumped out and stepped on them, and their fate is also a matter of time~"
Think about it.
Pick up the book and tear it into pieces to make tea.
Outside the gate of the ruined temple.
Huixian leads Xiao Shitou and the snake demon boy to prepare for a long journey.
Thinking of Bai Long doing nothing, he loudly greeted Bai Yujun who lived in the back mountain.
"Donor Bai, the festival in Jinling City is famous far and wide. How about going to beg for alms with us~"
A certain Bai had just brewed a pot of Bamboo Leaf Green, his pretty face was stunned, there was also Jinling City here? It seems that good names are popular everywhere, and there are many areas with the same name in the prehistoric fairy world.
"Wait a moment, come right away~"
Cool down quickly and drink up the tea.
Qing Ling was too busy practicing and didn't want to go out, Monkey was busy digging out immortal tombs with Iron Ball, and Bai Yujun was bored at home for a few days and planned to go out for a walk. Anyway, he could walk back and forth in seven or eight days to see the prosperity and tackiness of the world.
Put on the coarse cloth knight's costume, wear a torn bamboo hat, and pick up the bamboo flute and knife.
The super invincible combination reappears in the world again...
"If you want to become an eminent monk, you must start with alms. It is also important to chant sutras, meditate, and meditate. One flower equals the world, and one tree equals Bodhi."
"Wise old man, after thousands of years, can't we change our lines?"
"Donor Bai, you are impetuous."
"..."
"There is no need to bring a knife when you go out to ask for alms. Donor Bai, please put away your magical power."
"You said I carry a knife? Isn't it that you are carrying a wooden stick in your hand to guard against thieves and beasts? How can you be bare-handed in the chaos of war outside?"
"No, no, this is a Zen staff."
"..."
The stone road in the bamboo forest was chirping, and the bamboo rats were looking curiously.
The sun was scorching, so Bai Yujun knitted bamboo hats for the Zhuquan Temple assembly to keep out the sun and rain. He sewed patches on the tattered monk's robes and made rough tattered bamboo hats, which gave him a sense of chivalry and return to nature.
At night, just find a big tree or bridge to spend the night.
Blue starry sky and blazing campfire.
Hui Xian and Xiao Shitou ate the baked buns, carefully cracking some salt residue and sprinkling it on.
On the other side, Bai Yujun and the snake demon boy roasted the pheasant. It was sizzling with oil and fragrant. They sprinkled it with salt and devoured it in one bite without leaving any bones.
Under the sunset.
The little rocks were lying on the edge of the cliff, throwing pebbles for fun.
Taking a shortcut, the mountain road is rugged and the winding path is accompanied by the setting sun.
It will inevitably rain on the way.
The delicate white paper umbrella opens and floats, protecting Bai Yujun from the rain and following automatically.
Hui Xian and the other three were holding up huge lotus leaves and stepping on the lawn with open-toed straw sandals. They rolled up their trouser legs and waded across the mountain stream. In the stream, Hui Xian held the Zen staff around his neck and hung the straw sandals on the rope on his chest...
The days flew by.
…
Safe crossing.
Bai Yujun took a leaf of grass in his mouth and looked at Jinling City.
The ancient and prosperous ancient city has a unique historical charm, and even the momentum is full of cultural flavor. You can enter the city after crossing the ferry. As the festival is approaching, tourists from all over the country come from thousands of miles away, and there are huge crowds of people.
The ferryman shouted loudly and looked a little busy.
Bai Yujun lifted up his bamboo hat and looked at the strange peaks on the other side of the ferry. The mountains and feng shui were beautiful.
"What mountain is that?"
"That's good. That's Jinshan, which means the splendid screen of the ancient city. There are ruins of the old site. It's a good place for outings and outings. There are often inscriptions by literati."
"You know so much."
Moubai was surprised that Huixian knew everything inside and outside the city.
The old monk smiled calmly.
“I’ve been going there for hundreds of years to beg for alms.”
Although I was able to board a boat to cross the river, I had no interest in casting spells. The ferry was crowded, so I thought about it and decided to go to Jinshan first and wait for less people before boarding the boat to cross the river. I was here to have fun anyway, so there was no need to be anxious.
Walk along the river to the bottom of the mountain. The mountain is not very high, and the cliff side of the Qifeng is adjacent to the water.
The hillside on the other side is slightly gentler, with beautiful scenery of ancient pines and rocks, and bricks and tiles hidden by green trees. In the prosperous and peaceful years, Jinshan was undergoing a lot of construction work, gradually restoring its former style.
There are small stalls on both sides of the wide stone staircase, selling all kinds of snacks and cakes.
Take a leisurely hike up the mountain.
"There are a lot of people making noise in front, let's go take a look."
The strange combination passed through the crowd and got into the innermost place. It turned out that all the surrounding painting painters gathered here to compete with each other to see who had the highest level. The atmosphere was lively. In fact, most people watched the excitement and few painters. After all, in ancient times, those who could afford paper to paint were all wealthy scholars. .
It is said that for the opportunity to paint on the walls of the main hall, there are heavy prizes.
Bai Yujun shook his head after reading this.
It's completely unsightly. For Bai Yujun, who can become a god through painting, the painting skills of everyone present are too ordinary, invisible and unintentional. It's a pity that he didn't meet his opponent.
Huixian saw Bai Yujun shaking his head.
"Donor Bai, do you also know how to paint?"
"I know a little bit, I learned it back then."
After thinking about it, when no one was paying attention, he transformed into a simple and elegant white skirt. He threw away the hat, put away the straight knife and simply combed his long hair. He tied the white cloth strips and went to sign up for the competition.
There are big prizes.
Receive drawing paper and pen and ink, and prepare to draw.
It is definitely difficult to apply for a job by wearing the costume of a knight-errant. The image of the industry is very important. It is easy for people to believe that they can paint if they look like a lady. It is very common for a rich lady to study piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in her boudoir.
I randomly drew a picture of the country.
Even though he painted casually and with only a little real skill, he still caused a sensation.
Unexpectedly, I got the opportunity to paint on the wall. Some painters prepare for half a year just to become famous today, but they find that they are not as good as the wealthy lady in the deep house. There is no way. The paintings are indeed shocking, with an indescribable spiritual charm...
A certain Bai just does it for fun and to show off.
An old man came to meet him.
"Young girl is really the reincarnation of a painting fairy. I admire you so much. Please take the time to paint on the wall in the palace. The Jinling City Chamber of Commerce will offer you ten taels of gold. If the painting is good, it belongs to the girl."
Make money!
In an instant, a certain white eye flashed with golden light, worth ten taels of gold!
"You have free time. You can do it now. What do you need to paint on the wall?"
"Hahaha, don't be anxious, girl. Jinshan is building a temple to protect the peace of the ancient city. Most of the murals have been completed, but painting the dragon is the most difficult. Can you draw a dragon?"
"Of course, I am the only one in the world who can draw a dragon."
