Two days before the apricot list was announced, Cui Weizhen had not come back yet. Ye Zhenzhen was uneasy and simply went to Xiangguo Temple to look for him.
As soon as the carriage stopped at the gate of Xiangguo Temple, she saw many people greeting friends. She didn't pay attention at first, thinking that there would be some Dharma assembly or secular talk today, until she heard someone shouting, "Hurry up,
Come on, Mr. Cui has started painting again, shall we go and have a look?"
Cui Weizhen?
Ye Zhenzhen curiously stopped a young lady who was passing by and asked, knowingly, "Little lady, what are you going to see?"
The young lady was a little reluctant at first, but when she turned around, she found that she was a lady dressed in luxurious clothes. The colors were too bright to look at. She immediately lowered her head in humiliation and said, "Madam, Mr. Cui is here to paint. He paints on the walls of the temple every morning.
I painted on the painting. I painted the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle a few days ago. It should be finished today and everyone wants to go see the scene."
As she spoke, there was an anxious look on her face, fearing that she would be late and not get a good place.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't feel comfortable asking any more questions, so she thanked her and let her in.
The letter sent back by Cui Weizhen also mentioned that he had to paint for Xiangguo Temple every day, but he did not expect so many people to watch it. He felt proud and funny in his heart. He probably felt a little uncomfortable because he was looked at like a monkey.
I don't want to mention it if I'm happy.
She also became interested and said to Yuxiu, "Let's go and have a look too."
Without the guidance of the monks, you can find Cui Weizhen's location by following the crowds of people. Along the way, you can also see many lifelike murals. Many people gathered in front of the murals to watch and exclaimed, and there was also a scribe.
The man of that appearance said, "Master Cui is really a master of uncanny craftsmanship. He should write a poem to record it."
His companions all echoed, "Wonderful, wonderful, I already have thoughts."
So someone read out a poem on the spot, which won the full house's applause.
Ancient literati loved to write poems the most, just like modern people take pictures of anything they like. Cultures are different, but the original meaning is the same.
Ye Zhenzhen became excited and stayed for a long time. After listening to a lot of poems praising Cui Weizhen, she left with satisfaction. When she turned around to see him, she had to learn from him one by one.
After walking and stopping along the way, I finally saw Cui Weizhen at the Sakyamuni Buddhist Temple.
The main hall was filled with Buddhist fragrance, but few people went to pay homage to Sakyamuni Buddha. Most of the pilgrims gathered at the east wall of the courtyard, raising their heads and pushing against the wall to look up.
Although there were many people, there was strangely no noise. Everyone looked at the Buddhist paintings solemnly and devoutly, as if they were on a pilgrimage, without daring to commit any blasphemy.
In fact, they can't even think of any blasphemy.
On the wall to the east, there is a painting depicting the story of Lord Buddha becoming a Buddha. Everyone knows how to cut his flesh and feed it to the eagles.
One day, when the Buddha went out, he encountered a hungry eagle chasing a poor pigeon. The pigeon begged the eagle to let it go, but the eagle did not want to. After hearing this, the Buddha felt compassion, stretched out his hand to hold the pigeon, and hid it in his arms.
The eagle was furious and argued with the Buddha, "Shizun, you are so compassionate and saved a pigeon, how could you bear to see me starve to death?"
The Buddha said: "I can't bear the death of the pigeon, and I don't want you to be disgusted in vain. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"
So the Buddha took out the scales and put the doves on the scales while putting the pieces of meat he had cut off. When the Buddha cut off the last piece of meat, the sky and the earth changed color, and the real Buddha was born.
There is a comic strip on the wall. The painting has already finished showing Buddha cutting his flesh. The current painting is about the birth of Buddha.
Three meters away from the wall, a red line was pulled to prevent intruders. There were monks holding sticks guarding outside the line. Cui Weizhen was standing on the ladder to paint. Hong Zhiyuan was holding the ladder below and delivering some paint from time to time. They cooperated very well.
tacit agreement.
Cui Weizhen is painting the rays of light when the Buddha was born.
He took an enlarged version of the Danqing pen and mixed colors on the wall. As he moved his pen, the originally monotonous wall was dyed into the blue of the sky. Countless rays of light gathered above the Buddha's head, filling the sky with light.
, to save all sentient beings.
The Buddha is sitting on the lotus platform, with a compassionate and solemn expression, and a gentle smile on his lips. His eyes seem to be looking at the people outside the wall, and at the same time looking at all living beings in the world, showing fraternity and kindness.
The portrait was so lifelike that everyone had the illusion of being watched, as if they had really flown through time and space and witnessed with their own eyes the scene when the Buddha became a Buddha.
Amazing and shocking!
The monk who was guarding outside the red line chanted the Buddha's name. He knelt down unconsciously and took out his wooden fish to chant the scriptures. When the other pilgrims saw this, they did not dare to stand and retreated one after another. They followed the monk's example and knelt down and chanted.
While reciting the scriptures, Sanskrit sounds burst out, solemn and solemn.
Yuxiu was also affected by the atmosphere and knelt down unconsciously. Ye Zhenzhen was the only one standing there, feeling extremely embarrassed for a moment.
She looked at the hard bluestone floor, and then at the people who were kneeling. When she was debating whether to sacrifice her knees, she heard a Buddha call ringing in her ears, "Amitabha, Ye Tanyue, the Buddha is in your heart, you don't have to be attached to it."
False courtesy."
Looking back, it turned out to be Zen Master Xuyun, the abbot of Xiangguo Temple. He probably saw her dilemma and came to her rescue.
Ye Zhenzhen's good feelings grew stronger, but she was also a little embarrassed. After all, she had indeed been a little ungrateful just now. It was rare for Zen Master Xuyun to be so generous and careless.
She quickly found a topic and said, "Abbott, how long will Wei Zhen have to paint in your temple? Have you finished all the paintings?"
Zen Master Xuyun shook his head, "There are so many Buddhist classics, and Xiangguo Temple occupies a vast area. I only painted a small part in one month, which is far from meeting the demand."
Ye Zhenzhen immediately sighed in disappointment.
Seeing this, Zen Master Xuyun added, "But Cui Xiaoyou is not a member of my Buddhist sect. His willingness to paint in Panxiangguo Temple is already a blessing. Naturally, I will not force him to stay in the temple. As long as he is willing, he can leave at any time. According to this
I see, after finishing this painting, it’s time for him to leave.”
He had a peaceful expression, but there was a penetrating wisdom in his eyes. Ye Zhenzhen almost thought that he had seen Cui Weizhen's intention of avoiding Xiangguo Temple.
But so what if you know? So what if you don’t know?
Cui Weizhen painted for Xiangguo Temple, and Xiangguo Temple provided him with protection. It was a win-win deal. Even if Zen Master Xuyun saw through it, he would not expose it. I believe that in the future, if Cui Weizhen encounters any difficulties, Xiangguo Temple will do whatever he can to help.
A helping hand.
After all, the walls of Xiangguo Temple have not been finished yet. Apart from Cui Weizhen, no one else can complete the magnificent Buddhist portraits for them.
Thinking of this, the stone that had been weighing on Ye Zhenzhen's heart for days finally disappeared. She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled faintly with joy.