I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 55: The Great Compassionate Dongting Technique of the Killing Heavenly King

Daci Temple is located on Jinyun Mountain in Nanhai Prefecture.

This Jinyun Mountain, which is known as one of the 72 Scenic Spots of Dayu, got its name from this.

This is because every morning, the edges of the clouds on the mountain always have a lot of golden color, the morning sun rises slowly from the clouds, the rosy glow spreads, and the rushing sea of clouds also brings out golden color.

Hence it was named Jinyun Mountain.

In addition to the stunning golden cloud scenery, the reason why Jinyun Mountain is so famous is because of a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.

This Taoist temple is called Daci Temple, and it is the third most powerful Taoist temple in Dayu. It is listed on the 23rd line of the Taoist Xuanmen Stele, so its strength is self-evident.

In addition, the reason why this Daci Temple is special is that there is only one Taoist priest in it, and one Taoist priest is a mysterious sect.

There are countless people in the world who want to join the Daci Temple and obtain the legendary Daci Dongting technique and the legendary divine appearance of the King of Killing.

It is a pity that decades have passed, and the old Taoist priest is still sitting alone in the Daci Temple. The God of Killing, who is ranked twelfth on the stele, has never had the image of a second person.

As time went by, the incense offerings in Daci Temple became even less popular.

Ordinary people rarely climb up Jinyun Mountain to burn incense to the Great Compassionate Heavenly King, and those who practice cultivation do not dare to visit rashly, so Jinyun Mountain has become increasingly sparsely populated.

Only today, a middle-aged scholar wearing white clothes and carrying a sword came alone, passed through the sea of clouds shining with golden light, and came to the Daci Temple.

The door of Daci Temple was closed. The middle-aged scholar bowed in front of the door and knocked on it.

No one answered the door.

So the middle-aged scholar took off the famous sword [Yellow Bird Wind] from his waist and sat cross-legged in front of the Daci Temple.

One sitting lasts for twelve days.

On the thirteenth day, the gate of the temple suddenly opened, and an old Taoist priest in a gray Taoist robe holding a whisk appeared with a helpless look on his old face.

"Chen Shuijun, I have invited you to Daci Temple several times, but you were fascinated by the cicadas of the four seasons and didn't want to come.

Now you come, but you bring back two demons."

Chen Shuijun seemed not to have heard the old Taoist's words. He just stood up and saluted the old Taoist again.

"However... this Four Seasons Cicada is indeed the most suitable sword art for you. If you can achieve perfection in the Four Seasons Cicada, even the Great Compassion Dongting Technique may not be as good as your Cicada Sword Spirit."

“However, if the Four Seasons Cicada is not perfect, you cannot enter the Jade Palace. Once you enter the Jade Palace, you must reflect the image of the Cicada God… Chen Shuijun, you are no longer the Chen Shuijun who stayed in the court as a county magistrate.

My Daci Temple has no connection with you, so you can go back now."

After saying this, the old Taoist priest was about to close the door.

But Chen Shuijun stood up and shook his head, saying: "The master of the temple has misunderstood. Chen Shuijun did not come here to ask for the divine appearance of the Killing Heavenly King, nor did he ask for the Great Compassion Dongting Technique.

The reason I came here is to ask for a Dongting inheritance and a Heavenly King Dharmakaya for my child. "

The abbot of Daci Temple frowned.

Chen Shuijun sat down cross-legged again and lightly touched the Huangquefeng on his waist with his right index finger.

For a moment, there seemed to be the sound of cicadas chirping on the Jinyun Mountain. A breeze blew by, and the Yellow Bird Wind was suddenly unsheathed, transforming into thousands of sword shadows, slashing through the thirty-mile sea of clouds.

As the sea of clouds rolled, the sword intent soared, which did not seem like the swordsmanship of a rough-hewn monk at all.

“The abbot once said that he wanted to subdue the demon in the Great Mercy Temple, and he would use the image of the Heavenly King of Death to persuade the demon to change. Today, I brought two demon cicadas here to make a deal with the abbot.

The Godly Appearance of the Heavenly King of Killing and the Great Compassion Dongting Technique must be passed down to others. My child swallowed the Emperor Drinking Pill, and his bones have become mysterious and powerful enough to bear the Godly Appearance of the Heavenly King of Killing."

Chen Shuijun spoke slowly with a solemn expression.

The abbot of Daci Temple was silent, turned his head and looked at the statue of the God of Killing enshrined in the temple.

But I saw two cicadas fell from the statue of the God of Killing at some point.

“The two cicadas, Donghuang and Baizang…” The abbot of Daci Temple took a deep breath.

He no longer closed the door, but opened it wide, came before the statue of the God of Death, bowed respectfully, and shook a bamboo stick to draw lots.

Signed.

The abbot of Daci Temple interpreted the fortune, otherwise he would frown.

He stood up and walked to the front of the temple again, saying, "Mr. Chen Shui, do you know your child's talent and opportunity?"

Chen Shuijun looked towards the abbot of Daci Temple.

The head of Daci Temple tilted his head: "Maybe... even though he doesn't have the Daci Dongting technique or the divine appearance of a heavenly king, he can still fight for a place on the Riding Whale Monument?"

Chen Shuijun was slightly stunned.

He lowered his head, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, then he shook his head: "But if he had the Great Compassion Dongting Technique and the Godly Appearance of the Killing Heavenly King, he could go faster."

The abbot of Daci Temple flicked his whisk, and the two cicadas, Donghuang and Baizang, flew out of Daci Temple and landed on Chen Shuijun's right shoulder.

"In Daci Temple, I value fate the most. At the beginning, I saw that you were dull in cultivation and not worthy of the Jade Palace. I was wondering why the Killing Heavenly King chose you.

But today, you have already caught two of the four seasons cicadas... Perhaps one day, you will be able to merge the four seasons into one and enter into the realm of creation."

"You are now willing to be the demon in the temple, sitting in front of the statue of the God of Killing, just to ask for an opportunity for your child?"

Chen Shuijun shook his head: "It is both for Zhian's chance to leave and for my own improvement."

"While sitting in meditation, one can also catch cicadas."

-

"This paint is really beautiful and smells good too." Shen Haohao poked his head out and watched Chen Zhian painting in the yard. Ever since Shen Haohao's mysterious master came to Sunan Mansion a few days ago.

Shen Haohao's frequency of visiting decreased significantly. She only came once in seven or eight days, and happened to run into Chen Zhian painting with the paints he had mixed himself.

Chen Zhian went through a lot of trouble to get the pigment for this oil painting.

In my previous life, I had systematically studied calligraphy, oil painting, guzheng and piano.

But if you ask him to explain how to make paper or how to make a piano, he really can't explain it clearly.

It just so happened that when he first started learning oil painting, he had heard about the origin of oil paints in the Middle Ages, and he still remembered it vaguely.

In addition, during these seven or eight days, he wandered the streets every day, spent more than four hundred taels of silver, and hired several dye masters, which resulted in this palette of twelve-color paints.

The sources of these pigments are actually not rare. They are just some animal fats, balsams, candles, resins, and seventeen or eighteen kinds of minerals and soils used for dyeing cloth.

However, the concentration, amount of oil added, and degree of grinding are very particular, which made Chen Zhian worried for several days.

If he didn't have a lot of money, it would have been difficult for seven or eight professional dye experts to work with him to research a matching pigment.

"I only thought you knew how to draw with charcoal pencils, but I didn't expect you could draw such strange pictures."

Shen Haohao opened his eyes wide and said, "Because of the long-standing influence of the sitting court festival and the customs brought by the literati of Daxi, almost everyone in Dayu loves painting nowadays.

Emperor Zhaofu likes scholars who are good at painting the most. In the past five years, he has promoted Sun Zhongyu to be the secretary of the Central Secretariat and Lü Shan to be the attendant of Xiayuan Pavilion. In addition to their extraordinary cultivation, it is also because they are good at painting. "

Shen Haohao sighed again when he said this: "It's a pity that you are not a scholar and have no fame. A small worker who can paint is very different from a scholar who can paint."

Chen Zhian put down the oil painting brush in his hand and asked, "You just said that you will return to Xuantianjing the day after tomorrow and practice in the Guiyun Room?"

Shen Haohao felt a little lost, and nodded, "I have to go back. I have been home visiting my family for more than a month, and I have even slacked off in my cultivation."

"I don't have the talent of you and Sister Xiyue. If I continue to slack off like this, I'm afraid I'll fall behind."

"Then please do me a favor, Miss Haohao." Chen Zhian said.

Shen Haohao signaled him to speak frankly.

"This painting will be almost finished the day after tomorrow. Miss Haohao, please help me take it to Xuan Tianjing and send it to the inner court or the inner palace of Xuan Tianjing to see if I can eat the emperor's food."

Shen Haohao laughed out loud and said, "Chen Zhian, you have quite an appetite. Although Xuan Tianjing respects painters, as I said just now, the painters they respect must first have the status of scholars or nobles.

Ordinary street painters are not considered painters, but just laborers. "

"Your painting is indeed unique, but the officials in the inner court probably prefer grand ink paintings. How could they disregard the rules for you?"

Chen Zhian blinked and asked, "When Sunan Prefecture's Zhao Tongzhi came to Qihuang Street that day, you were not there?"

Shen Haohao didn't understand.

Chen Zhian took out a piece of Gongbi from his waist.

"Miss, please read carefully. Although I am not a scholar or a noble, I, Chen Zhian, also have honors. I am a genuine eighth-rank Cheyilang. Compared with ordinary scholars and nobles, my status is even higher."

Shen Haohao opened his eyes wide, snatched the jade from Chen Zhian, and looked at it carefully for a long time.

"This Gongbi seems to be real."

Chen Zhian said helplessly: "There are still people who cheat? Do you think one head is not enough?"

"Ah!" Shen Haohao suddenly screamed: "Chen Zhian, you have become a nobleman without making any noise!"

"What kind of noble is an eighth-rank official like me?" Chen Zhian said, "Just send me to the inner palace or inner court."

Shen Haohao carefully returned the jade pendant to Chen Zhian, and was suddenly surprised.

"If the inner court really likes Chen Zhian's paintings, wouldn't Chen Zhian have to come to the capital?"

Her eyes lit up and she agreed seriously.

"But your paintings...are actually more appealing to the ladies of Xuan Tianjing. If you just want to make money, I know a lot of ladies. If you paint for them, I guarantee you'll make a fortune."

"Miss Haohao, do you know how to speak? Painting is a technical job. How can you say that making money by painting with technical skills is a windfall?"

"Then I will hand it over to the inner court. There are many concubines and princesses in the inner court. I think they should like your painting very much."

Chen Zhian nodded slightly.

Early this morning, Chu Muye took Jiang Taiping to Xuantianjing.

Before that, he once again invited Chen Zhian to go with him.

Chen Zhian only said that he would leave soon, but he did not go with them.

Just as Chu Muye said, there are many whirlpools in Xuantianjing. If you are not careful, you will be sucked into the whirlpool and torn to pieces.

Chen Zhian seems reckless and even wants to gamble his life with Si Hougui.

But in reality, the gambling fight was just a verbal trick to delay time, and he was cautious even when he should have been.

For example, in the remaining days in Sunan Prefecture.

Chen Zhian painted a picture, which was taken to the capital by Shen Haohao and handed over to the inner court.

He hoped that he could enter Xuantianjing in a relatively marginal identity, but independent of the aristocratic families and the Song Dynasty's prime minister's team.

And this painting is just an attempt.

But no one would have thought that this painting would cause such a sensation when it arrived in Xuantianjing.

(End of this chapter)