One scum one world

On the second day, the sky outside the cave just started to turn white. Lu Wei opened his eyes as usual driven by the biological clock.

With the light of the night pearl on the cave wall, Lu Wei propped himself up from the green bamboo bed, and looked down at Mu Ming beside the pillow.

Cultivators who have just glimpsed the way are often unable to control the time when they enter samadhi, and they cannot detect the movement around them after entering samadhi.

So Mu Ming didn't know that Lu Wei was looking at him, and he still maintained a state of deep trance without waking up.His eyes were lightly closed, and his slender eyelashes cast two light black shadows under his eyes, probably because of the medicine applied yesterday, the bruising and swelling on his face subsided a lot, revealing the delicate and gentle facial features.

The tattered black and white Taoist robe was thrown away after taking it off last night.Mu Ming was covered with a white cotton undershirt, a bruised forearm protruded from under the undershirt, and his palm rested on Lu Wei's thin waist.

Lu Wei gently grabbed Mu Ming's wrist, removed his hand from his waist, and placed it on the bed covered with soft fur.

I thought to myself, although Mu Ming was born in a poor farmer's family in this life, he has never experienced any suffering since he was a child. It is hard for him to suffer such serious injuries and fright yesterday. If he hadn't met himself, he would have almost died.Don't wake him up now, let him sleep for a while longer.

After Lu Weijie got dressed and got up, he went to the simple kitchen outside the cave as usual, cooked rice, chopped some finely chopped vegetables and meat, cooked half a pot of simple vegetables and meat, and spread a few eggs and scallion oil. layer cake.

When he brought the pot and scallion pancakes back to the cave, it was already broad daylight, and then he saw Mu Ming rubbing his eyes, with his underwear on his shoulders, showing half of his chest, sitting up from the bed, and said in a daze, "Morning!" , big brother."

Lu Wei saw that the blue and purple bruises on Mu Ming's exposed half of his chest had faded a lot. It can be seen that the wound medicine given by Zhenxuan really had a miraculous effect, so he couldn't help but feel relieved.

He conveniently put the pot on the stalactite platform in the cave, filled a bowl of hot rice and gave it to Mu Ming, saying: "Last night, I saw that you didn't have much appetite, so you feel refreshed this morning, at least use some porridge."

Mu Ming, however, wrinkled his delicate face and refused: "I want to teach my brother to know that I don't have a lack of appetite, but because I have practiced the art of meditation and meditation, I no longer need to eat or drink. Now I smell the aroma of these meals , although I don’t find it annoying, but I don’t have any appetite.”

After Mu Ming finished speaking, he happened to see Zhenxuan sitting down and getting up from the cold jade bed, so he pointed to Zhenxuan on the opposite side and said, "It's the same as Taoist Master Zhenxuan."

After listening to Mu Ming's words, Zhenxuan stepped down from the cold jade bed with clogs, walked to Lu Wei and Mu Ming, carefully looked at Mu Ming who was sitting on the bamboo bed with his clothes on, and said expressionlessly: "No, you Haven't completely cut off the appetite."

Mu Ming was stunned and said: "Since I practiced meditation, I only drink some water every day, and I don't want to eat anymore. What does the Taoist priest say?"

Zhenxuan's expression and tone were extremely serious: "If that wasn't the case, why did you secretly lick Lu Wei's mouth to taste last night?"

Hearing this, Mu Ming's face turned red all of a sudden, until it reached the neck, and he stammered: "I, I...I'm not, I didn't..."

Zhenxuan shook his head, interrupted Mu Ming's stuttering explanation, and said solemnly: "We cultivators, the first thing is to cut off the desire to eat and drink, so that we can lighten our body and keep healthy. If we can't even do this If so, how will you set foot on the avenue and ascend as a feather in the future? On this point, I will share with you."

After finishing speaking, Zhenxuan turned and left the cave with his cold and icy face on his clogs.

Before Lu Wei and Mu Ming, they only called each other brothers, and they didn't break through this layer of window paper.Now as soon as Zhenxuan said it, the atmosphere between the two became very awkward.

Mu Ming disguised himself, dressed and got up in a panic with a red face, then bent down to make the bed.

Seeing that Mu Ming's cheeks were flushed, Lu Wei was already too embarrassed, and didn't know what to say. He just lowered his head silently, and started to eat hot rice slowly with a bowl in his hand.

The bed was not too messy at all, Mu Ming spread it flat in a while, so he straightened up and saw the bamboo tables and chairs not far away, and went to tidy it up again.

Lu Wei is on the top of this snow mountain, apart from chatting with Zhenxuan, his spiritual life is actually quite empty and boring.

And Zhenxuan was concentrating on his practice, so he couldn't chat with him all the time.

So he asked Qi Yangzi for brushes, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as paints such as cinnabar, stone green gamboge, etc., to write and draw some pictures in his free time, and chat with him.

These things are now stacked on the bamboo table, and they haven't been cleaned up much.

At this time, Mu Ming's embarrassment had passed, his face gradually faded red, he stretched out his hand to pick up a piece of snow-white rice paper from the table, saw a few simple strokes of flowers and plants on it, and said to Lu Wei: "Brother , are you still learning to draw?"

Lu Wei replied while holding hot rice and drinking: "On the top of this snow-capped mountain, I usually have nothing to do when I'm idle, just scribbling."

Yuanshen naturally never learned to draw, but Lu Wei did.

His painting looks like a few freehand brushstrokes, but in fact, he is extremely particular about the ink color and composition, which can be regarded as ingenious and clumsy. Even Zhenxuan met him and praised him for the simplicity and Taoism in his calligraphy and painting.

Mu Ming had been studying and taking the imperial examinations before, and the paints in this world were really not cheap, so he didn't have the energy and money to take care of painting, and he didn't have any real appreciation for painting.Seeing these simple strokes drawn on plain white rice paper, I don't know what level Lu Wei's paintings are.

But now there is nothing left and right, Mu Ming thought to himself that he had learned some watercolor painting in the compulsory art class in his previous life, and now seeing that the paint, pen and ink are all ready, he couldn't help but feel a little interested.

Anyway, he and his eldest brother are not at a high level, so don't dislike each other, just establish a common hobby, learn from each other, improve each other, and enhance their relationship.

He immediately pulled out a bamboo chair and sat down, spread out the rice paper, rubbed the ink and picked up the brush, concentrated for a moment, and began to paint.

Lu Wei had never seen Mu Ming paint in his memory, so he was a little curious, so he walked over with a half-eaten hot rice, stood next to Mu Ming, and watched him sketch on the paper.

Mu Ming wrote very fast, but Lu Wei saw that he was drawing an old man.

The old Taoist wears a turmeric gossip costume, with a star crown, black beard hanging on his chest, clear eyebrows, sitting cross-legged on a futon, with half-drooped eyelids, and a peaceful and elegant expression, giving people a kind of aura that needs to be looked up. A sense of magnificence.

It's strange to say that Mu Ming didn't have any painting skills, only a little watercolor, but the image of this old man is very delicate and lifelike, just like a real person, it's almost ready to come out of the picture, and you can touch it with your hand.

Moreover, the aura exuded by this old Taoist body is bright and clear, but also vast and far-reaching, as if he is the existence of "Heavenly Dao", as if he is the entire vast universe.

Lu Wei watched Mu Ming finish the last stroke, and before he had time to sigh and praise, a strange vision suddenly appeared.

The piece of rice paper with the image of the old Taoist suddenly burst into flames, and the flames were shining brightly. It was burned to ashes in an instant in front of Lu Wei and Mu Ming, leaving nothing behind.

"Strange, what's going on here?" Holding the bowl, Lu Wei subconsciously took half a step back, and looked at Mu Ming in surprise, "Erlang, what did you draw?"

Mu Ming was also taken aback. He looked at Lu Wei and said in a daze, "Brother...that's Yuqing's visualization picture. It's the picture that entered my mind when I was at the Lingling Terrace."

In fact, he originally just wanted to draw a simple watercolor of grapes to practice his hands, but somehow, he drew the picture of the Yuqing visualization in his mind.

It was as if, somewhere, someone grabbed his hand and guided his thinking.

Lu Wei felt that this phenomenon was very strange, so he said, "Erlang, can you try drawing another picture?"

Mu Ming nodded, took out a new piece of rice paper and spread it on the table, soaked it with pen and ink, and started painting again.

However, this time it was done deliberately, but the lines in the painting were sluggish, and the image was only [-] to [-]% similar to the first painting, and the vividness, delicacy and lifelikeness of the previous painting were completely lost.

Lu Wei understood that this is the true level of Mu Ming's painting.

After Mu Ming finished drawing this picture, he tried again. He made some progress and could basically describe the appearance and clothes of a veteran, but he still couldn't describe the immensity and imposing manner.

Seeing this situation, Lu Wei couldn't help sighing: "Erlang, this may be the supreme treasure, only a lucky person can catch a glimpse of it, and it cannot be kept in the world."

At this point, Mu Ming had no choice but to put down his pen and began to tidy up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the bamboo table, and nodded to Lu Wei: "Brother is right."

Lu Wei had finished his meal at this time, so he cleaned up the pots and bowls, moved a bamboo chair and sat at the entrance of the cave, took out a knife to cut green bamboos by the skylight, and prepared to make a bamboo bed for Mu Ming.

His big hands cut the bamboo swiftly and methodically.

He is also familiar with making furniture from bamboo, so when performing mechanical actions, he will have a short period of time in his mind.

However, the strange thing is that whenever the mind is empty, the Yuqing visualization picture drawn by Mu Ming will come to his mind.

It's not an ordinary "reminiscence", the old man's clothes, appearance and expression are all clearly visible, as if rubbing into Lu Wei's mind.

When Lu Wei regained his thoughts, the painting disappeared again.

And after that short free time, Lu Wei felt refreshed, and his spirit seemed to be stronger again.

After all, it is a treasure that the Four Daoists have to get when they take risks. He must have some benefits after looking at the visualization map.

When Lu Wei was making bamboo beds, Mu Ming was not idle either.

He salted part of the venison that Lu Wei hunted yesterday, then burned the cypress branches and put them in a tin bucket for smoking.Immediately afterwards, he boiled hot water again, and sat next to Lu Wei to wash the casings, so that the sausages could be stuffed in two days.

Because of studying, Mu Ming never did any physical farm work at home since he was a child.But such trivial things as bacon, washing casings, and making dumplings and pancakes are all done by the farmers during the New Year's Eve. At that time, the private school is also closed. Mu Ming happens to be free, and he often helps the family do it. Be regarded as a skilled worker.

Lu Wei finished making Mu Ming's bamboo bed. Seeing that it was just after noon, it was still early, so he took his fishing rod, carried a bow and arrow, and planned to go to the lake to the east of Xueshan Mountain to catch some fish.

Seeing this, Mu Ming quickly packed up his work, ran to Lu Wei, took Lu Wei's arm and said, "Brother, are you going out? I'll go with you."

"Otherwise, I'll be alone in this strange place, hundreds of miles around will be frozen for several feet, and I won't see anyone. I feel flustered and a little scared." Mu Ming was afraid that Lu Wei would reject him, so he showed him weak.

Lu Wei thought for a while, and felt that this was indeed the case, so he nodded and said, "In that case, Erlang will go with me."

……

In the center of the lake to the east of the top of the snow-capped mountain, water birds dare not fly over it easily. It is as calm as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky.

Zhenxuan was wearing a deep blue dress, with black silky long hair hanging down his waist, sitting in lotus position, floating three inches above the lake, his eyelashes drooping slightly.

The lake here is extremely clear and quiet, clearly reflecting Zhenxuan's figure.

It is as if there are two Zhenxuan, one on the lake and one under the lake, looking at each other.

"Master, I feel that my situation is very bad now."

Zhenxuan's face was still as unattainable as a white jade mountain, but his voice was a little frustrated: "He's just a mortal, fragile and short-lived, why do I feel ecstatic when I see him laughing for no reason? Dao heart is not stable?"

"Why is he more important than other creatures in my heart? Why do I have the desire to eat, and when I see others licking his lips, I want to lick them too?"

The author has something to say: touch the poor Taoist priest~

Alas, I am still not suitable for phonetic codewords, and my writing speed has not increased but decreased, and there is no one else~