Chapter 184: From This Day Forth, Peach Blossoms
“Peaches!”
“Peaches!”
The old Daoist temple owner raised a trembling hand and pointed ahead, shouting aloud, his arm quivering with excitement.
There stood a peach tree, lush with branches and leaves, its trunk thicker than a person's thigh and darkening to an almost black hue. From the main trunk, large branches extended, and from these, numerous smaller ones branched out. Hanging densely on the tree were peaches, each larger than the rim of a bowl, their crimson hue so enchanting it was intoxicating.
The middle-aged Daoists around him were equally astounded.
To put it plainly, this was merely a small world within a painting, its boundaries perhaps less than a tenth of a county’s size. These Daoists were born and raised here, having lived within it all their lives. Although they practiced Daoist cultivation at the temple and often heard the old temple owner speak of the profound mysteries of Daoist scriptures and the wonders of magic, they had never witnessed it firsthand.
The old master’s explanations had not been particularly clear either, so they usually treated his stories as interesting tales. But now, they were witnessing real magic.
A Daoist from the outside world had picked up a brush, painted a tree on the white wall, breathed life into it, and the painted fruit tree became real. The peaches that grew on it were irresistibly tempting, and they could faintly smell the fragrant scent of ripe peaches in the air.
How could they not be astonished?