"Today coincides with the Dharma Ceremony at Xiangguo Temple, and there are many visitors. Your and my paintings can be displayed outside for visitors to judge."
Chen Chenyu didn't know where the confidence came from, and looked at Cui Weizhen arrogantly, "Master Cui, do you dare?"
What's there to be afraid of?
Cui Weizhen was fearless and nodded in agreement.
Chu Ningyan was a little worried and whispered, "Chen Chenyu has been famous for a long time. Most people in Beijing have heard of his reputation. If his paintings are displayed, the people will be superstitious about authority and choose his paintings."
To put it bluntly, it means having a broad mass base.
Ye Zhenzhen was not worried, "It doesn't matter, Wei Zhen won't lose."
It's not that she believes too much in Cui Weizhen, but it's determined by the style of the painting. If you are a literati, you may still have prejudices. For ordinary people with low appreciation ability, Cui Weizhen's realistic paintings are the most suitable for their taste.
The garden tour and poetry party could no longer attract the interest of Sergeant Mei Lin and the women's family members. With various thoughts, they went out with Cui Weizhen and Chen Chenyu, intending to watch the excitement to the end.
Lingchen Yu had some dignity in Xiangguo Temple, so he directly asked a monk who was quite old to talk about it. The monk also agreed and was willing to lend them the venue to compete.
The older monk took them directly to the lay monk and explained the situation to him. The lay monk's eyes lit up and he hurriedly responded - even the Xiangguo Temple wanted popularity and reputation, and this kind of elegance among literati competed.
However, they are still willing to support it.
The lay monk knocked on the wooden fish and said in his bright voice, "Dear donors, the scriptures have come to an end for now, and I would like to introduce an interesting activity to you. There are currently two scribes competing in painting skills at Xiangguo Temple, and it is difficult to distinguish them at the moment, so please
All the donors will judge together which painting is the best."
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience was excited.
This is a rare and rare thing!
Throughout the ages, the level of literati has been judged by famous scholars and scholars, each holding his own opinion. How can there be any trace of ordinary people like them? Now let them decide the level of painting. That is their recognition.
At this moment, they felt that their image was extremely noble, and responded enthusiastically, asking the lay monks to quickly display the paintings. They could not wait to evaluate them.
Some excited people even went to their relatives and friends to make the selection, and the news was passed on layer by layer. In a short time, most of the people in Fo'an Square knew that someone was competing for paintings in front of Xiangguo Temple, and there was a huge crowd.
At this time, at the east gate, a carved carriage and a BMW were slowly approaching. The carriage was made of the finest sandalwood, inlaid with jewels and draped with brocade. It was extremely luxurious. Coupled with its unusual regulations, it was evident that the owner of the carriage was of high status.
noble nobleman.
Wherever the carriage went, pedestrians avoided it, but there was also lively discussion coming into the carriage, and a deep male voice sounded with great interest, "Competition of paintings? Interesting."
No instructions were needed, the coachman had already understood his master's wishes and drove towards the crowded place.
The lay lecturer whetted the audience's appetite, and when it was almost done, he let the painting come out after repeated calls.
Considering the venue, he asked two young novices to walk in front of the audience holding a painting each, allowing them to appreciate it. Another two novices held Buddhist chimes in their hands, allowing the audience to vote for the best painting.
The first thing that was shown was Chen Chenyu’s painting of a lady. The lay monk introduced it. As a former flower hunter, most of the people in the capital had heard of Chen Chenyu’s reputation and his outstanding painting skills.
In addition, when the lay monk introduced it, he also said that his paintings had been selected by saints, and he had a tendency for a while.
The Holy Spirit said that a good painter will definitely not be bad!
As the protagonists of the competition, Cui Weizhen and Chen Chenyu both had good positions. As family members, Ye Zhenzhen was naturally able to accompany them. Seeing Chen Chenyu's triumphant look, she felt extremely dissatisfied.
She whispered to Cui Weizhen, "Chen Chenyu must have bribed the lay monk."
When the lay monk introduced Chen Chenyu, he poured out a lot of glamorous resumes, but when it was Cui Weizhen's turn, he only had a few simple sentences left. It was not fair at all.
Cui Weizhen laughed. He thought her fussy look was very cute. He couldn't help but rub her head and said, "I was unknown before. The lay monks didn't know me, so naturally I couldn't explain it. As Chen Chenyu, I'm not enough to convince Xiangguo Temple."
The Zen master broke the knot for him."
Ye Zhenzhen pursed her lips, accepting this statement. At this time, Cui Weizhen's painting was already being held by the little novice monk and walked among the audience. She subconsciously held her breath, expecting everyone's reaction.
There was an uproar, exclamation, surprise, shock and approval in the audience, and the sound was obviously more intense than when Chen Chenyu's paintings were exhibited.
Ye Zhenzhen is right, realistic paintings are really in line with the appetite of ordinary people.
The fine brushwork and freehand brushwork of the literati school are both hazy styles with smudged brush and ink. The common people have no cultural accumulation and cannot appreciate the profound meaning and emotional sustenance of freehand brushwork. Meticulous brushwork is considered to be exquisite and delicate, right? But in Cui Weizhen's realism school of painting
In front of the law, it seems hazy.
The old woman can understand Bai Juyi's poems, which shows that works that ordinary people can understand are very popular. This is true for Bai Juyi's poems, and even more so for Cui Weizhen's paintings.
At this time, all the spectators had a voice in their hearts - it's true, it's so true!
People all over Kyoto know that there is a plum grove in the back mountain of Xiangguo Temple, but few are lucky enough to go in. They are curious, what is the beauty of the plum grove in the back mountain?
Now they finally know.
There is no need to set foot in it in person, just by relying on the description of the painting, they can be immersed in the scene and feel the beautiful scenery of sparse shadows and floating fragrance. All the details are meticulously displayed, just like a real world.
It seemed that the plum forest in the back mountain was right in front of them, and they could walk in just by raising their feet.
Some believers have really misunderstood.
There is a saying in Buddhism that one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi.
The overly realistic paintings made them think they were Buddhist magic. They shouted that it was the appearance of gods and goddesses, and walked towards the paintings, shouting, "This is a Buddhist magic weapon, this is the world in the painting. We can also be like the painting."
Ladies in the middle, go and have fun in the painting."
Many people were inspired by it and rushed towards the painting, wanting to step into the painting and feel the charm of the Buddhist magic weapon.
The little novice monk did not expect such a development. He was stunned for a moment, then realized it immediately. He quickly put away the painting and protected it in his arms, shouting, "Dear donors, please be cool. This is Mr. Cui's painting, not a Buddhist magic weapon."
ah!"
However, everyone did not believe it and continued to rush towards him.
