Seeking the Tao in the Mortal World

Chapter 146: Guest House Night

Chapter 146: Guest House Night

The guest house was just behind the main house, quiet and secluded.

Qing Cha left after bringing Qin Yi to the door, saying that her homework wasn’t done yet.

Qin Yi quietly watched the scenery behind the guest house.

A few camellias bloomed beside the house. The mountain spring flowed under the flower trees. The water was clear. Petals fell and flowed away with the water.

The sky was dim. The distant mountains were indistinct among the dimming clouds. It was vast and distant. The chirps of the crane resounded throughout the sky.

"This scene can be painted." Qin Yi admired in a low voice. "If I were really a painter, I might really want to live here forever and ever."

Liu Su said, "When you were at Immortal Track Village, you still enjoyed hearing the insects chirping and the cicadas chirping at night and watching the stars. After you left the mountain, you became busy day by day. You lost these moments."

"Well, actually, I'm still a bit of a literate person, right? Stick Stick?"

"So so." Liu Su said faintly, "What is the tao? Tao is nature. If you can't even appreciate the beauty of nature, you know nothing about tao. Having just power only will lose the true meaning of tao. So the way of calligraphy and painting is somewhat meaningful, you can learn more about it.”

"In the earliest times, there was actually no distinction between good and evil in tao. Everyone is close to the origin. The so-called good and evil are just two sides of yin and yang. If seen from the view of the supreme existence, there is no different." Liu Su said, "Beastkins are the same. Which beastkin is evil? A flying immortal crane is not an evil beastkin. The little girl Qing Cha is transformed from the tip of a tea leaf, so she is not an evil beastkin. Ye Ling, who has the Flying Serpent blood, can be an evil beastkin… .”

"Ugh, classification problem?"

"Hah..." Liu Su didn't say much and smiled. "You and I, with a cognitive gap of tens of thousands of years, have nothing to discuss. You can discuss this matter with Ming He when in the future."

Qin Yi nodded and looked at the scenery until the sun completely set and the mountains were as dark. Only then he walked back into the house.

With a flick of his hand, a spark accurately landed on the lampstand on the table, igniting the oil lamp gently.

This place was not illuminated by pearl or spell but by oil lamp like a true mountain hermit.

"Generally speaking, this Myriad Tao Immortal Palace doesn't really belong to the evil way. It just just has a different philosophy." Qin Yi finally said, "If you look at it from this mountain, they are a true immortal sect, at least more convincing than the Myriad Shinra Sect. "

Liu Su did not respond. This was what Qin Yi currently wanted, so Liu Su's advice had no meaning to him.

This guest house was also very unique.

There were pictures of lifelike beautiful ladies on all sides. If he hadn't known that these were paintings, he might have thought that these were photos with very high pixels.

Because it was so realistic.

It wasn't something that could be achieved with pen, ink, and paint. It was more like something shot with a SLR.

Qin Yi reached out and touched one of the paintings, convinced that it was really a painting instead of a photo.

It was just that the paper was unique. It stored spiritual power in it. Even the ink used was very special.

Just like when he made his own talismans, yellow paper and cinnabar were rare items, and Jing Ze was recruited by Myriad Shinra Sect because he had a Soul Shake Brush. The reason was similar. Mortal objects were incomparable to the immortal painting tools.

On the other wall opposite the bedside table was a whole bookcase filled with countless books.

Liu Su suddenly said, "For ordinary collections, the jade slips, that Ming He gave you, are enough. A single spell can collect and record all the hundreds of millions of words. There is no need for such a bookcase. This is a special insistence. Don't damage the book."

Qin Yi could understand it without Liu Su reminding him. Immortals usually used paper to record something important such as Buddhist and Taoist scriptures. For this lady, she basically treated any book as a kind of treasured classic.

These books in the guest house were not some obscure books but basically folk storybooks. The purpose was to let the guests to pass the time.

Qin Yi casually took out a book and flipped through it. He felt quite interested.

After all, this was a world with long-term civilization. If her calligraphy and painting had tao, her writing skills would not be bad.

But as he read, his eyes widened in shock.

It was actually a harem story with a heavy sexual style. Some of the ambiguous scenes even made one blush. Although it was not really an explicit erotic novel, it did look like something that a woman would read...

Hmm, she probably hasn't read it, right? She just puts it in the guest house for guests to read?

Before crossing over, Qin Yi would probably want to finish reading it, but he didn't have the mood now. He just flipped through it and put it back.

He felt quite funny. In the mortal world, living in a place like the crown prince mansion where there should be many books, there are no books in the house. I asked Li Qingjun to find some me some books, but she got angry inexplicably. In the end, I had read 0 book other than the secret manual. Now I surprisingly see a cabinet of books in the immortal's house.

In this case, it would be a good idea to tell her some of the stories I remember. Take it as spreading the glory of modern civilization, and I can form a good relationship with the Radiant Yang Stage Boss.

Thinking of this, Qin Yi stopped observing, put out the candle, and went to bed to meditate.

Ever since I started cultivating, my sleep has been completely replaced by meditation. I really don't know why the woman's apprentice can say that she sleeps like a pig.

The night was getting darker.

As Qin Yi was meditating, he sensed something suddenly.

This was a habit brought about by experience. As early as when he entered the guest house, he simply arranged a warning array. Any strange force that entered the range would wake him up.

Qin Yi opened his eyes, stunned by the scene.

Among the maid paintings on the wall, one of the beauty gracefully walked out of the painting. The painting was left with only the background.

When the woman saw Qin Yi look at him, she just smiled slightly. "The night is bitter and cold, so I'm here to serve you."

"I don't need that."

"Guest, don't panic." The woman bowed gracefully, "We are just souls from the painting scrolls. We have neither the morality of the mortal nor the mystery of ghosts and gods. Accompanying you in loneliness is our duty as the painting souls of the guest house. Besides this, we have no meaning in existence.”

Qin Yi looked at the other paintings on the wall. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you all specially painted to entertain guests?"

"Yes." The woman pursed her lips and smiled softly, "Does mister think that one is not enough?"

Before she finished speaking, all the women on the other scrolls came down. They were enticing with different features. All of them looked submissively horny, "Mister, you can do anything you want."

Qin Yi sighed, "Learning the art of painting actually has such a benefit. You can paint beauties at will and enjoy it?"

"This is the power of an immortal." The first woman smiled, "Master gives us consciousness, and we only exist for master. She can use us however she wants."

Qin Yi asked again as if to confirm, "Really anything?"

The woman opened her clothes slightly and said charmingly, "Of course."

The other women's cheeks were also blushing with embarrassment. They loosened their clothes too.

"Oh." Qin Yi nodded and said seriously, "Since you are painted by your master, you must know the basics of calligraphy and painting. I have some casual stories that can be recorded on jade slips. You can copy them into a book and give it to your master. It is just for the kindness of accommodating us."

Several women were stunned.

You can ask us to do anything you want, but you just ask us to copy a book?

On the bed in the main house, the woman opened her eyes with a half-smile expression. Her beautiful eyes shone like stars in the dark night.

TL: Love score +1?