Tianshi Mansion.
Contemporary Tianshi Zhang Ruosu is practicing in seclusion.
Wearing only a plain Taoist robe, he sits cross-legged on a cushion in the house. All other things are placed outside the house and taken care of by his disciples. This is the habit of the old Tianshi. Although he does not act like an elder and is friendly on weekdays, he has special time every month to practice.
Practice when practicing, and cultivate the mind when living.
He is not a disciple of the Zhang family.
But he changed his surname to Zhang later.
This means that he has surpassed all the disciples of their generation, and even the direct descendant of the Zhang family, and was accepted into the sect as the next generation of Tianshi. It can also be seen that he has worked hard. In front of his things, a young Taoist sits cross-legged and thinks, and suddenly his mobile phone flashes.
The young man is surprised and reaches out to open his mobile phone. During this period, he is taking care of the Tianshi's things to avoid missing any news.
The above is from an account called the owner of the museum.
Owner, is this a fellow Taoist of the same generation as the master?
Strange title.
The young Taoist priest said curiously: "Daoyou Zhang, I have obtained the soul of Boqi, but unfortunately the previous imprint has been consumed. In addition, if the Tianshi Mansion has spare energy, please pay attention to the changes in the area of Huaishui Guishan."
This is obviously the tone of conversation between peers.
It is indeed a senior who is over a hundred years old.
Zhang Yun suddenly realized that he did not dare to reply to the message for the master, but just silently wrote down these things, and then went to find the uncle on duty in the hall, and bowed and said: "Uncle, the master has a Taoist friend named the owner who sent a message to ask us to pay attention to the area of Huaishui Guishan."
"Huaishui Guishan?"
The Taoist priest was surprised and said: "There has been no abnormality in that place for nearly a hundred years, why is it mentioned suddenly?"
Zhang Yun was also puzzled and shook his head and said: "I don't know, but since it is the Taoist friend of the master, it must be one of the gamers in the world The senior master noticed something strange again, so he sent a message to the master. Now the master is in seclusion, so it's time for us to check the situation. "
The Taoist on duty pondered for a while, nodded slowly, and said, "You are right."
"I will send my disciples to take the magic weapon over there."
After giving instructions, the Taoist on duty used the magic weapon of the Tianshi Mansion to observe the water system, and used the corresponding divination of the stars, but still did not notice anything different. He shook his head and said it was strange, but he had to put it aside for the time being.
Perhaps this matter was just an agreement between the senior called the owner and the master.
They, the younger generation, can't understand the mystery.
He touched his gray beard and sighed in his heart.
......
Wei Yuan stopped at a pottery hobby studio in Quan City.
He had a nightmare at night and couldn't sleep anyway. He wanted to try to reduce the influence of the previous Yuan on him through some efforts. Among them, pottery is definitely the best choice. However, he found that it was a coincidence or just the way it was. All the more than 20 people in the class today were young and fashionable girls. He was the only male. Those girls who looked young and beautiful looked at him curiously. The teacher was a mature and gentle woman in her thirties with elegant temperament. Her hair was simply combed into a ponytail. She looked at Wei Yuan in surprise, then smiled and nodded, asked him to sit down, took out a sample, and introduced: "Today we will teach you how to make a vase of pottery. It is simple and generous, and more practical. After it is completely completed, you can take it away. It is a good choice to use it for flower arrangement at home or simply as a decoration." Wei Yuan looked at the sample. It was a very common type of pottery. In comparison, people who draw sketches should be very familiar with this kind of thing. After a brief introduction, the teacher began to teach some basic pottery making methods, and then free creation. Everyone has their own workbench, which is filled with tools, such as pottery wheels, turntables, and various cutting and hollowing tools. They are so dense that they look very professional.
Wei Yuan hardly missed a word while listening. With his current control over his body, he can easily complete these simple techniques, but when he really gets started, all the courses he had heard before and those modern pottery making techniques are thrown out of his mind.
The body moves one step earlier.
Yu Xuesong walks among the students and corrects some common mistakes.
Even if it is just an online experience class, she is attentive and serious enough.
Although most people come here just to experience pottery, which is considered a hobby and basically will not come again, the content taught today is very basic, and with complete tools, it is easy to produce results.
Even if there are various shortcomings and problems, at least it looks like a pottery, which will give you a sense of accomplishment. This is enough. This sense of accomplishment can keep some people coming back for a second experience, and then a small number of people will really develop a love for pottery. This may be the value of this job beyond money.
Pottery and pottery have accompanied people for a long time.
But now they have gradually disappeared from the lives of most people.
As a pottery worker, Yu Xuesong was somewhat disappointed about this, and pointed out a loophole made by a young girl. She suddenly heard a surprised exclamation, subconsciously turned her head and looked at the only male student sitting at the edge.
Then her eyes widened.
Pottery has experienced a long period of development, and there are many auxiliary tools in modern times, but she saw that the young man who came to experience it gave up those tools and only used fast wheel throwing. A pottery appeared in his hands naturally and smoothly, and then he used his fingers to modify it and carved the pattern with a wooden knife.
The hand was very steady, even scary in her opinion.
All the movements were unhurried, without any redundancy, almost like art.
The young man making pottery was fully focused and meticulous.
Yu Xuesong was a little absent-minded. At that moment, she almost felt that she had seen her teacher, the old gentleman who had devoted his life to pottery. He was just as meticulous, focused and gentle. No, more than that, Yu Xuesong had a vague understanding in her heart that she couldn't believe.
It was as if the respected elders looked inferior in front of this young man.
It was like the legendary great masters.
But he was so young...
She subconsciously covered her mouth to prevent herself from exclaiming and disturbing the other party.
What appeared in the other party's hand was a simple but simple pottery, which was completely different from the one used for display. This pottery had a strong and primitive style and a very impactful beauty. Both the arc and the patterns on it were extremely natural, as if they were naturally formed, with a sense of mystery different from this era.
This is almost a work of art.
She couldn't help but want to speak, but suddenly found that the very young man was staring at the pottery.
I don't know when he burst into tears.
Wei Yuan looked at the pottery that appeared almost naturally in his hand, and a kind of sadness that he couldn't even describe suddenly emerged. Tears appeared almost uncontrollably, and then he lost consciousness. He came back to his senses and wiped his tears with his sleeves.
Suddenly heard the sound of a mobile phone camera, Wei Yuan turned around and saw Yu Xuesong took a picture of his pottery. The latter smiled embarrassedly and said: "... This is really beautiful, and it seems to be a very ancient style. You are not a beginner, right?"
Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and smiled and replied: "I guess so."
He stared at the pottery, as if he saw Yuan's youth and Yuan's old age.
It's normal for Yu Xuesong to feel that his teacher is not as good as him. People in this era only regard pottery as a hobby, but in the Age of Gods, this is Yuan's life...
Wei Yuan suddenly stretched out his hand and smashed the pottery he had just made.
Yu Xuesong was startled, and then he looked at the pottery with some regret. Wei Yuan took a deep breath. He had said that he would send the pottery to Jue as a vase after it was made. Now it seems that it is not easy to send it. He is not mentally prepared to make some things clear.
Wei Yuan stood up and said goodbye. After giving a five-star praise, he came out of the pottery studio.
Looking at the sunshine outside, he pursed his lips. The memories and experiences that Yuan had left in the past have caused him considerable trouble now, and it is obviously more serious than he imagined.
Relying on practice and meditation, increasing self should be able to reduce this influence, but Wei Yuan thinks it is better to see a psychologist.
After returning to the museum, he turned on the computer and revisited the largest mental hospital in Jiangnan Road.
Click on the appointment part and ask the customer service. After distinguishing the cost-effectiveness in detail and comprehensively analyzing the patient reviews on the Internet, Wei Yuan chose a top student who was said to be from a famous school and had studied abroad as his psychologist and made an appointment.
Although the hospital is in Yingtian Prefecture, modern transportation is extremely developed.
It wasn't too much trouble.
Soon Wei Yuan received a text message on his phone informing him that his appointment was successful. He looked at the doctor's photo on the website. It was a short-haired, gentle young woman with a pretty face. Her expression and smile gave people a sense of peace.
Her name was Wang Qi.
......
After get off work, Yu Xuesong sent off the last batch of students.
She sat down to rest exhausted, opened her phone and played for a while, and suddenly remembered the young man she met today, and his pottery that was obviously in the style of antiques. She felt fresh and sent the photo to the classmates group.
In fact, she studied sculpture art at the Academy of Fine Arts for her undergraduate degree, and then switched to pottery.
After graduation, the classmates in the group rarely bubbled up. She waited for a while with great interest, but still no response. She felt that everyone's feelings faded after graduation, so she didn't care too much. She packed her things and went home. After taking a shower, when she was lying lazily on the sofa, the phone screen flashed twice.
It was the old professor who was highly respected in my memory.
"Who did this?"