Seeking the Dao in the Seemingly Mundane Mortal World Chapter 134: Painting Soul

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Qin Yi is indeed a painter. It's just that he belongs to the type who doesn't have any passion for his profession. After traveling for so long, he sketched a distant view of Xianji Mountain in the first month and hung it on the wall as a decoration. After that, I never painted again, and I have used professionalism to draw talisman. I don’t know if his teacher will be angry when he sees it...

Presumably, there is nothing irritating, just like countless people who have found a job with the wrong major, and I don’t know what to do with what I have studied in four years of university. He still used the symbol...

So at this moment, he still feels a little close to this young man, because he is a "companion" anyway.

And he also sensed some auras in Young Master Jing.

It's not a real practice, it's a bit like the kind of way you are about to touch the door but you can't get in. What's missing is the advice of an expert. Qin Yi was still thinking about chatting a few words. If he was pleasing to the eye, he would be regarded as a "fairy man caress me" pretending to be a legend, right?

As a result, Qin Yi's enthusiasm invitation touched her nose.

Young Master Jing ignored him, and finished the steamed buns on his own, and quickly left amidst the laughter of everyone.

The little Er came over and said with a smile: "The guest officer is kind, but Master Jing is very upset and won't be favored easily."

"What kind of favor is a meal?"

"The kindness of a meal is also kindness."

"Um..." Qin Yi asked, "What's the situation with this young man? It depends on his good temperament that his paintings can't be sold?"

"The son of Jingze is called Jingze, and his family is originally a celebrity from this place. His parents are both famous calligraphy and painting and calligraphy and painting masters. There are many visitors and he is very famous." Xiaoer said: "This Jingze himself was also famous at a young age. A child prodigy. But I returned from a study tour a few years ago, and I don’t know what kiln girl I slept on for a few years, and the things I came back to paint didn’t improve at all. When you are an adult, the things you paint are almost the same as when you were young. ?"

Qin Yi was stunned: "A genius turns into a standard start for waste wood, this is..."

"Guest officer, what did you say?"

"Oh, nothing, you continue."

"By the time his parents passed away, his paintings could not be sold, and he had no other means of livelihood, so his family was naturally declining. He still refused to change half of the seller’s items. He had to rely on selling paintings to make a living. I can eat buns."

Qin Yi nodded: "He is a man of integrity, quite good."

I secretly said in my heart, no wonder this young master Jing feels a little wandering in the path of monasticism. If this kind of experience can maintain his mentality, it can be regarded as Tao to some extent.

The little Er looked a little weird, and he stopped talking. He thinks it's stupid, and it's an ass. It is also that the city lord and the Jing family have old times, but also take care of one or two, others dare not mess around. Otherwise, his house is unattended, and those famous paintings and antiques will be cleaned up sooner or later if you don't sell them?

Qin Yi just asked casually when he encountered things. He didn't really want to take care of Master Jing, and it was even more impossible to argue with Xiaoer.

After eating, I stayed at the inn that night for a little rest.

In the past few days, I have been running for thousands of miles, and I have passed through a few southern borders. Rao has practiced well, and is still very tired. Tomorrow I plan to visit Hongfa Temple to see if we can find true practitioners, and use the elixir and spirit stones for a magic weapon...

It's quiet at night and there are a lot of lights.

Qin Yi stood in front of the window of the inn room, looking at the Buddha's light in Hongfa Temple in the distance.

I felt disappointed.

The so-called "Buddha light", according to Xiao Er, is a relic of a high monk, which contains infinite Buddhism, so the light of Buddha shines at night. But under Qin Yi's observation, it was just a relic that had been sealed with the radiance technique. It had no mana in itself and used light to coax people.

From here, the "high monks" inside are either cheated or deceived, or only a little bit of low-end practice, most of them are inferior to Donghuazi.

Tassels laughed: "It’s not uncommon. Buddhism in the world is mostly scammed. How many true practitioners are in the world? If you go to a town, there will be problems with Taoism. When you arrive in a city, there will be problems with Buddhist temples. Isn’t it called a fairy everywhere, but a broom star?"

Qin Yi thinks about it, too. That's Conan, and he can't help but shake his head and laugh.

"It's a pity, I hope they really have a problem, I want a magic weapon now."

"Just go and have a look tomorrow. Even if you are not a true practitioner, there are always some useful treasures in this kind of splendid search for people's wealth. Let's grab our own for the purpose of sacrifice. "

"Stop nonsense." Qin Yi turned around and sat back on the bed angrily: "Sooner or later I will be seduced by you into a demon."

Tassels sneered: "Don't be so fragrant then."

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Qin Yi meditated cross-legged, recovered all night, and went to Hongfa Temple refreshed the next day.

The mountain temple is wide open, and there is a large square in front of the temple, where visitors are weaving. But because the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the vast sea of ​​flowers is beautiful and magnificent. Many big girls and little daughter-in-laws shuttled in the sea of ​​flowers, and the faces of peach blossoms matched each other, and the smiles lingered in the meantime, adding to the beauty of spring.

Qin Yi was surprised while admiring the beautiful scenery: "It's not just March, the peach blossoms here are really early."

Tassels didn't answer, and looked at the colorful flowers quietly, very silent.

I don't know what I remembered.

Qin Yi's gaze was attracted by the stall on the edge of the square.

There are small stalls selling incense, fruit, etc., and there are painting stalls for outing tourists, just like photo spots in modern scenic spots.

The Young Master Kyozawa I saw yesterday was sitting on the side painting.

He wasn't the only one, and most of them were crowded. Only him was sparsely in front of him and there were few guests.

Is it very poorly painted? Qin Yi leaned forward curiously and took a look.

I was amazed after I saw it, this painting is very good...

Qin Yi doesn’t know the state of the development of painting in this world, but it’s obvious that I am afraid that it is stronger than his own world, because this is a world with extremely strong spiritual energy, and people’s "essence" is affected by this, whether it is The means of drawing vividly will be different.

At present, Jingze's paintings have given Qin Yi a bit of Gu Kaizhi's feelings. The brushwork is dense, like spring silkworm silk, flowing water. The folds of the people in the painting are very delicate, the only flaw is...the eyes are absent.

But this is already the level that people have reached in their "childhood", this is simply a god.

Turning his head to look at other painting booths, Qin Yi frowned.

How to put it, most of them are not necessarily better than Jingze, and some are even worse, but others are more willing to paint for them. The reason is actually very simple. Most people don't understand professionalism. They just listen to the fame. I heard that Jingze painting hasn't grown as much as when he was a child. Who wants to give a portrait of a painter who can paint like a child?

Kyozawa finished painting the male guest in front of him, and soon the stall was empty.

He sighed, didn't stop writing, and pulled directly over the new scroll, staring at the woman passing by and began to paint.

The woman seemed to be aware of it and glared.

Jingze smiled: "No money."

The woman pursed her lips, without saying anything, turning around and taking the maid away. They whispered vaguely: "This Young Master Jing, how can he become so insidious, stealing pictures of others..."

Kyozawa has no expression, still slowly completing the painting just now.

The light in front of me suddenly dimmed.

Kyozawa raised his head, but the man in Qingshan who invited him to dinner yesterday stood in front of him, looking at him with a smile: "How about a painting for me?"

"Okay." Jingze put away the picture of the woman he secretly painted before, and pulled a new piece of paper: "One piece of three texts."

"Sanwen?" Qin Yi shook his head: "It is true that your painting of a man is only worth three words. But when you paint a woman, there is a soul in the painting. You can't get a picture of 30,000 words, right? Free?"

Kyozawa suddenly raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

Qin Yi stared at him for a while, then suddenly said: "I want you to paint the soulful kind, and I will give you three hundred taels of silver."

Kyozawa lowered his head, as if he was choosing a paintbrush, and said slowly: "Okay, please go for women's clothes."