Painter

Chapter 182 31: Peach City

Known as the Immortal of Mo, Pan Gu also made great achievements in Danqing calligraphy and painting. He has communicated with today's master painters and calligraphers, not to mention the standard, his eyesight is the best in the world.On the paper, Fen Shui Qingniu had a strong character and was ready to emerge, so he couldn't find any faults.After reading it again, I saw another painting after another, such as beasts, birds, and grays, all with different expressions, covering hundreds of painting styles.

At first, he thought that Fen Shui Qingniu looked familiar, but after looking at it for a while, the words "Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu" came to mind. The painting "Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu" is forbidden, and he was fortunate to have a glimpse of the leopard in the past, but he did not see the whole picture.But there is no need to take a peek at its appearance, each painter in this world has his own style of painting, he can draw all spirits in one picture, and all spirits are different, there is only one saint from ancient times to the present.This is undoubtedly the copy of "Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu".

It was early in the morning, there was light snow outside the window, and it was still bright. After looking at a few paintings, Pan Gu stopped and brought a water spirit lamp that would not catch fire even if it was tipped over. The talisman, burned into a talisman, dazzled the eyes, then held the copper lamp, and looked carefully at every line of writing in front of the light.

At first, he carefully considered the brushwork technique of this copy, and then he immersed himself in it. Every time he saw the beauty, he would sigh in admiration, or slap his thigh. Occasionally, he saw footprints on a certain drawing paper, and his heart ached Softly.

Before I knew it, I forgot that there were still people waiting outside.

Outside the Zhonglan courtyard, the boy was secretly surprised that the visiting young man had been waiting for almost two quarters of an hour, but there was still no movement in the courtyard, this was not in line with Pan Gong's way of hospitality.Fortunately, the young man who had been waiting in the snow for a long time was not angry. After a smile, he went to visit the temple.

The weather is getting colder and colder, the wet snow turns to dry, and His Royal Highness Pagoda pilgrims come and go, but no one with an umbrella can be seen.As the young man walked through the temple, the snow fell on the windbreaker, and then slid down, leaving only a little bit of salt-like white crumbs.

He first went outside the temple to look at the pictures of ghosts playing on the Zhuzhu wall, and then went into the temple to listen to the recluse's lecture on the scriptures.Near noon, a monk brought Vegetarian food and fruit, naturally not for free, and he was about to leave when a zhike monk stopped him outside Xiangji Kitchen.

The Zhike monk was very earnest. He stood beside the snow-covered stone tripod and asked, "I have never seen Lord Tan before, and Master Tan has never been to Daxiangguo Temple, right?"

"I just came to Yujing recently."

"Oh, Lord Tan looks like a talented person. Could it be that he came here for the Qianyuan Academy? Is there a place to stay?" Seeing that the young man didn't answer immediately, the Zhike monk introduced: "If you haven't settled down yet, Master Tan might as well go to Daxiangguo Temple Live? There are still many vacancies in the cottages in the temple."

Most of the temples and temples of the two religions build cottages for people to live in, and the prices are different, but now Yujing City is full of clothes, and the mansions and shops in the city are almost full, but there are still many vacant cottages in Daxiangguo Temple, which shows that ordinary people cannot afford rent. She paid for it.

"I already have a place to live."

"That's good too. If Lord Tan wants to visit the Daxiangguo Temple, the little monk can give some guidance."

Li Chan looked at the pagoda hall covered by snow. He once looked at the Supreme Yoga Sect when he was outside the territory. This Daxiangguo Temple seemed to be more prosperous than the Buddhist holy places outside the territory, so he nodded.

"It's work."

The Zhike monk led the young people to walk in the temple, introduced the various pagodas and halls, and also talked about the celebrities, articles and poems who once lived in Daxiangguo Temple.During the conversation, I said that a certain person likes to read a certain scripture. It happened that yesterday a master in the temple copied several copies of the scriptures by hand; Only need twelve sticks of incense money.Whenever similar things are mentioned, the topic is always removed by the young man.

After half a day's work, the two arrived at the Great Buddha Hall in the north of Xiangguo Temple. The seated statue of the Big Buddha in the hall was made of clay and then covered with linen cloth.The hall is filled with incense and Sanskrit sounds. The big Buddha has green snails in a bun, eyebrows like a crescent moon, and is thirty feet high. A single little finger can accommodate dozens of people. jack meter.

When Zhike monk introduced the origin of the Great Buddha, there was an old monk explaining the Buddha to faithful men and women, and a man in brocade clothes asked: "Master, this Buddha statue costs a lot of money. I heard Buddhist scriptures say that form is empty. Why do Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have to be solemn?"

The old monk smiled slightly, "This is for the convenience of saving people in the world. In fact, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas have no appearance and can be transformed into various appearances. I occasionally show people with solemn and precious appearances. If they can convince people and lead them to do good, it is also a merit. Most people in the world are ignorant, if you talk about emptiness, you will easily become demons."

The man who asked the question suddenly said: "Master Buddhism is profound, I have enlightened it."

The old monk and several devout men and women disappeared into the lingering incense. The Zhike monk looked at the back of the old monk and introduced: "This is Master Yuanguan, who often lectures in Yujing City. Master Tan should know him."

"Oh, Master Yuanguan, it is true that the Dharma is profound, and he has long admired his name."

The Zhike monk hung a Buddhist bead on his wrist and said softly: "Master Tan has no Buddha in his heart? I just heard that Master Tan wants to enter the Qianyuan Academy. The little monk recommended several scriptures and statues, but Master Tan didn't take it seriously."

The young man chuckled, "Master blamed me wrongly. I have a Buddha in my heart, but recently I have run out of pockets and suitcases, and I can't accommodate the Buddha."

The words were a bit convoluted, the Zhike monk hesitated for a moment, and understood the meaning, "It turns out that the Tan master is... ashamed?"

The young man smiled and said nothing, which was his tacit consent.

The Zhike monk saw the young man bringing two luxurious rosewood official suitcases to visit Immortal Mo in the morning, so he earnestly guided him to visit the Daxiangguo Temple.The young lady of the General Fengchen's mansion who came back to visit Immortal Mo last time donated dozens of taels of incense money, but this one was shy.

After hesitating for a while, Zhike Monk smiled again: "Don't worry, Master Tan. The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. How can there be a difference between rich and poor? Even if the donor is temporarily struggling, there is a way. Daxiangguo Temple can borrow money. As long as Master Tan is not Anyone who is rebellious and evil can get a loan. Master Tan can borrow money from the Endless Tibetan Courtyard in the monastery, and private monks can also borrow money."

"Coincidentally, when I went out a few days ago, there were some people on the street who asked me to lend money."

The Zhike monk solemnly said: "Master Tan is wrong. Daxiangguo Temple's loan is different from that of merchants in the market. The merchant's loan is only for personal gain. Daxiangguo Temple has endless Tibetan courtyards, but It is for saving people, and collecting interest is not for personal gain. It is said in the scriptures: "If you are a Sangha, you should seek profit." Moreover, what the Lord Tan repays to merchants is interest, but what he repays to Daxiangguo Temple is merit."

"Oh, what do you say?"

The Zhike monk pointed to the ever-burning lamp in front of the Buddha: "For example, this endless lamp is offered with the lamp oil money offered by all living beings. Only when there is endless storage can we support endless lamps. One lamp can transmit thousands of billions of lamps. The lamps and lamps are different. Trillions of minds, clear mind. Lord Tan offers endless treasures, endless treasures and endless lamps. The Buddha saves the world in front of endless lamps. , Zen bed, where the monks have a place to practice, is also the merit of the master of Tan. The three-door Buddhist market outside the Daxiangguo Temple, the livelihood of hundreds of thousands of merchants, the bridges built, the roads paved, and the mountains and forests cultivated are all Tan. Merit of the Lord."

"rational."

"The Sandalwood Master will also give you a share of merit, and the Daxiangguo Temple will also give you a share of incense candles. For example, the good faith incense in the temple is originally two incense sticks. If the Sandal Lord repays the merit and virtue twice, you can get a good faith incense. The temple does not take any money. Those who have merit , foreign demons do not invade, good fortune is deep, and good results will be obtained. With profound merit and virtue, you can get eminent monks to teach the Dharma and practice supernatural powers. There are also good people who have accumulated virtue for many generations.

The Zhike monk said, and saw the young man's eyes looking over, although he was smiling, those dark eyes were inexplicably strange.

The Zhike monk was taken aback, "Does Master Tan have any questions?"

"No more." The young man looked away, "I have been to Liquan Temple in Xuandu, and the Changsheng Treasury in the temple also borrowed money from believers, but after all, Daxiangguo Temple is the highest school of Buddhism. speak more profoundly."

The Zhike monk chuckled, "It's all for the sake of the world, there is no distinction between high and low. The so-called longevity library, longevity also means endless circulation, which is similar to Wuwuzangyuan. It is the Buddha’s belongings, and the little monk’s is the monk’s belongings. If Tan mainly borrows the Buddha’s belongings, if he repays his vows, he will accumulate a little more yin virtue.”

"I went to the Ministry of Household Affairs a few days ago, and I heard that recently the imperial court has ordered all public and private lenders not to get six cents of interest per month. Recently, disasters and monsters have occurred frequently, and merchants in the market have raised their loans to fourteen cents per month. Li, your monastery does not borrow money for personal gain, and you can still get less than six cents of the interest, which is really awe-inspiring."

The young man cupped his hands as a sign of admiration, but the Zhike monk froze his smile and cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"So that Lord Tan knows that although Dayong has laws and regulations, the laws and the current situation are two different things. Daxiangguo Temple has borrowed money from the Endless Tibetan Court, and the monthly interest has fluctuated around [-] cents recently. If it is true that it takes six cents , it is bound to be difficult to maintain, and in the end, it will be cheaper for profiteers and cunning merchants..."

clang!clang!clang!
The bell rang three times outside the hall. The bell for tea made the guest monk stop talking abruptly as if he had been rescued. He recited the Buddha's name on the grounds that he had something to leave, and then let the young man wander around on his own.When he opened the Buddha Hall, he regretted that this young man was not a good man, so he couldn't save him.

……

In front of the window of Zhonglan Courtyard, Pan Gu was holding a water essence lamp, not caring about the change of wind, snow and day shade outside the window.

Even the Zhaizhong Drum in the temple failed to wake him up.

After looking at more than forty pictures, he looked at a picture of a one-step beast. The flame of the lamp was too close, almost touching the edge of the paper. Tea clock, suddenly came back to his senses, only then remembered that there were still people waiting outside.

……

The Zhike monk left the Great Buddha Hall, passed by Xiangji Kitchen, and passed a boy who hurried out of the Zhonglan Courtyard.

The boy didn't notice the Zhike monk, he was ordered by his teacher to invite Li Dan who came to Zhonglan Courtyard to visit this morning, searched around the pagodas and halls, and finally arrived at the Great Buddha Hall after a while.

As soon as you enter the Buddhist hall, the oil lamps on the wall are always bright, and the big Buddha sits in the lingering sandalwood smoke, very huge.

Under the lotus seat, there is a young man looking up at the Buddha, his back is as insignificant as a mayfly.

The boy approached, tentatively calling out to the figure: "Li Lang?"

The youth turned his head, and the boy heaved a sigh of relief seeing that he had not mistaken the person.

"Li Lang is here, so he asked me to find it easily. Pan Weng called me to invite you over. Come with me."

"Walk."

The young man put on his windbreaker and crossed the vermilion threshold of the Buddhist hall, with a few wisps of sandalwood smoke coming out from the corner of his clothes, leaving the Sanskrit sound behind him.

……

When Li Chan entered the Zhonglan Courtyard, the tables and cases had been cleaned up, and Pan Gu was sitting in a chair with the two official suitcases by his hand.

This Immortal Mo looked a little tired, and his attitude was still calm, but his eyes were full of uncontrollable excitement.It seems that those who have read all the flowers, although they still love flowers, can no longer regain their original enthusiasm, but they see a touch of color that has never been seen before, and the whole person seems to have returned to their youth.He waved the boy away, invited Li Chan to take a seat, and stroked the officer's suitcase, "Is this the work of Mr. Lang?"

"Exactly."

"Okay, okay!" Pan Gu even said two good words, his hands still on the official suitcase, "A few days ago I heard that someone painted "Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu" in one day, I just thought it was a rumor that three people became tigers, Unexpectedly, someone can actually describe the charm of this picture! Are you the owner of Ximoju?"

"Pan Gong is really well-informed."

Pan Gu's eyebrows twitched, and he said in surprise: "It seems that Xiyishan is also looking for the master of Ximoju... I never thought that you would come to me."

"I have inquired about Mr. Pan recently." Li Chan drank some hot tea, held the green cup, rubbed his thumb over the four characters "Qianfeng Cuise" on the edge of the bowl, "Although Mr. Pan pays tribute to Xiyi Mountain every year, The god is rich in ink, but he has no more communication with the holy land of the Taoist sect.What's more, Xiyi Mountain is powerful. He smiled slightly, "I won't rob and kill Gyeonggi Youyi envoys in Yujing City easily. "

"So Li Lang is from the imperial court." Pan Gu suddenly understood.

If other people hear such secrets, they will probably think about it in their hearts to avoid being involved in the affairs of Mount Xiyi and the court. However, this Immortal Mo only loves to play calligraphy and painting, and travels around the world to make ink, looking for good materials. Concerned about the disputes between Jianghu and temples, he directly changed the topic.

"Yesterday in Xin Garden, when I saw that ghost picture, I vaguely felt that Li Lang's painting skills are extraordinary, but unfortunately I didn't take a closer look at it." Pan Gu glanced at the painting box, "Today, I am lucky enough to see this copy, so I will I have no regrets at all, this old man has an unfeeling request, can I keep these paintings and enjoy them for a while?"

Li Chan smiled, "This time I come to visit, these paintings are a gift."

Pan Gu was slightly taken aback, overjoyed, "I am truly ashamed of receiving such a great gift." Fu Xu pondered, "These paintings presented by Li Lang have fulfilled my long-cherished wish to see "Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu". In the ban, I have also seen the part of "Wan Ling Chao Yuan Tu". It is said that in the picture of water and green cattle, the painter used the method of sky, water and color in Western Shu. I think Li Lang's painting method is generally the same. Thinking of Li Lang at such an age, he is also proficient in painting styles of hundreds of schools."

"I don't dare to claim to be proficient in the painting styles of various schools, but the techniques of brush and ink are mostly similar, and I just copy them according to the ready-made paintings."

Li Chan said modestly, but Pan Gu was even more emotional: "This is one rule and a hundred ways..."

……

After discussing about Danqing in the Zhonglan Courtyard, the young man bid farewell and left, taking away the three taels of purple jade light bestowed by Immortal Mo.

Pan Gu closed the two rosewood official suitcases and put them away properly. The boy entered the room to light incense and asked curiously: "Pan Weng, is Li Dan so good at painting?"

"Of course it's great. Let's say that at Xin Yuan Ya's gathering yesterday, he left a picture, and it doesn't stick to the image, and it has created a scene."

"Objects..." The boy showed a puzzled expression.

"I had the honor to meet with the painting saint. Although I only talked for a quarter of an hour, I learned a lot and learned about the 'three images in the painting'." Immortal Mo chuckled, "What are the three images? One is the image. Painting Flowers and birds, figures, animals, and landscapes are all objects. The masterpiece of painting objects today is Xu Zhonghao's "Three Hundred Miles of Jiangling". The second is the weather."

The boy asked: "Is there any masterpiece of painting weather?"

"Master Jiuxiang is good at painting the faces of sentient beings. The painter said that he has the atmosphere of the six reincarnations. Li Dan's painting yesterday has a similar charm to Master Jiuxiang's sentient beings. However, it is not a grand atmosphere. The word weather includes Thousands of thousands, not limited to the size of the paper. That day the old man asked the saint of painting, what is the master of weather, the saint of painting said that in the past, the saint chased away the demons, the world was peaceful, and the people were happy. This is the first-class master in the world. meteorological."

Listening to Immortal Mo's words, the boy imagined a scene in his mind. The sage was sitting on the golden hall, holding the country as a brush, and using the mountains and rivers as paper. What about the third elephant?"

"The third elephant..." Talking about the third elephant, Immortal Mo pondered for a while, and then said: "The third elephant in the mouth of the painting saint is 'celestial phenomenon'. I can understand what exactly is the celestial phenomenon in the painting. When the painter was in the human world, it seems that he never painted the celestial phenomenon."

The boy's expectations were in vain, and he was a little disappointed.He also imagined a scene where the painting sage ascended to become a fairy, moving the clouds and the moon, and arranging the stars, isn't it just painting the sky?

When Pan Gu talked about the saint of painting, he couldn't help feeling melancholy.

The boy finished his fantasies, and suddenly asked: "Pan Weng, can Li Dan be considered a master painter if he can paint weather?"

Pan Gu pondered for a while, then nodded, "Although it is nameless, it has reality."

The boy said again: "He is so powerful. Was the painter so powerful when he was his age?"

Pan Gu twitched his eyebrows, shook his head again, and said with emotion: "How do today's people compare with those in the past?"

Having said that, looking at the snow outside the window, he remembered the deeds of the painting saint.A person like a saint of painting was already in the limelight when he was born, with a peerless beauty, who remembers what he looked like when he was not famous?

After a while, he withdrew his gaze, walked back to the cabinet, and took out a palm-sized crimson mahogany box.

Pulling off the lid of the box, there was a patch of black and rosy ink lying on the yellow silk, without any gold decoration, as if it was made of blood.

At that time, he heard that the saint of painting was going to ascend Taodu Mountain. He spent five years to take the Danxia that only condenses sand at the sunrise of Chongyang Day on the top of the Lingxiao Peak in Beixiang, and the red scales on the forehead of the golden carp that leaps over the Dragon Gate in early autumn. , the blood from the red top of the crane in Lingqiu, the lotus in the midsummer of Jiangdu Palace... 81 kinds of reddest things in the world are condensed into this piece of ink in front of you, which is called "Peach City".

"Peach City" is specially made for the saint of painting, but a figure like a saint of painting, with a wave of his hand, is like a tiger roaring and a monkey singing, a bird flocking and a phoenix flying, why should he care about the quality of the brush and ink?Naturally, besides the saint painter, there are also three master painters.But take Xu Zhonghao as an example, although Pan Gu has a lot of friendship with him and has given him a lot of good ink, but he is reluctant to send "Peach City" out.

After Li Chengzhou was promoted, this ink has been dusty for more than 20 years.Pan Gu once had a fantasy like a boy, that the saint of painting would descend to the world, and use this ink to paint a masterpiece and a legend.This is just idle reverie.

The boy saw Immortal Mo sitting at the table, sometimes frowning, sometimes taking deep breaths, as if hesitating about something.

I don't know how long it has passed, the cold fat in the water spirit lamp is about to burn out.

The boy wanted to add lamp oil, so he called Mr. Pan softly, Immortal Mo turned his face, looked at the ink block for a while, and finally closed the lid of the box.He looked back at the two rosewood official suitcases under the cabinet, picked up the bronze fish head cover, covered it and turned off the water lamp.

Once the lights in the house were turned off, the snow light outside the window seemed brighter, and the wooden box was so red that it shone on.

"Tonger."

"exist."

"Go out and send this box to that gentleman."

(End of this chapter)