Entering the Tao Through Painting

The fan in front of the house can catch the wind and rain in all directions. The pens on the street paint the colors of heaven, man and earth, which are said to be immortal. They travel across the sea in the morning and live in the mulberry trees at dusk. The giant dragon soars in the clouds. The innocent child wanders in the heart. The true flow of the infinite. The nature of the law reaches the sky and the sun. The mysterious light is at dusk at all times. Gods weep without immortals. Ma Long, whose courtesy name is Mengzhou, has a family tradition of painting dragons with the finishing touch. With a gold wire and jade pen, everything he draws can come true. He is known as the Immortal of Painting and has no relationship with Zhuge Liang. … Unexpectedly, one day, a Qingluan fell from the sky and turned into a fairy in green. He pointed at Ma Long and shouted angrily: "That guy, quickly return the treasure that you stole from my house."