Wang Mo explained: "You are right, its name does have some origins. It is said that this temple was built in the Zhenyuan period of the Tang Dynasty. After the temple was built, I didn't know what to name it. One day, Guanyin Master suddenly came in front of the clouds.
Come and sing loudly: There is action without action, there is a shore but no shore, the heart is in the dragon abyss, and the heart reaches the other shore! So in the end it was named Wuwei Temple."
Then Wang Mo pointed to the fragrant cedar opposite and said: "This tree is also a wonder here. It was also from the Tang Dynasty. Although the middle of the tree is hollow, it can survive for thousands of years. You see that
Are the two characters "Tang Shan" on the stele? These two characters were written by Master Xu Beihong himself.
There is also a spring in the temple. According to legend, whenever there is a plague in the world, people from the mountain will come here to get the spring water and boil the cedar leaves. It is said that it can cure the plague, but whether this is true or not is not known." Xu Hongdou came to the "Tang Shan" and reached out to touch the hollow space in the middle of the tree. She also felt that it was very magical. It could grow in this way. The power of nature is indeed magical.
Wang Mo followed Xu Hongdou and explained to her: "Although this temple is located deep in the mountains and is not large in scale, its background is quite big. Have you seen The Eight Parts of the Sky?"
Xu Hongdou nodded.
"This temple was the prototype for Duan Yu's later monkhood. According to historical records, nine emperors after the founding of Dali Kingdom all chose to become monks here. One can imagine its status in Dali Kingdom at that time. In ancient times, this was a royal temple.
Ordinary people like you and me are not qualified to come here."
At this time, Xu Hongdou had a rest and was sweating a lot on her head. Wang Mo handed her a handkerchief and said, "Wipe it off. It's windy here, or you'll catch a cold soon."
Xu Hongdou came over with a handkerchief and wiped it, but she didn't give it back to Wang Mo. Instead, she put it in her pocket because she felt it would be weird to give it back to Wang Mo after she had wiped her own sweat with the handkerchief.
Weird.
After the two of them entered the temple, they saw monks walking around in the square of the temple. Of course, there were also lay people practicing on their behalf.
After taking Xu Hongdou around, Wang Mo suddenly saw an old man painting a landscape painting on a stone wall.
At first Wang Mo thought he was just a master invited by the temple, but when he got closer, he looked at the painting and suddenly couldn't walk.
Because the strokes and some strokes of this painting are very unusual, it is obvious that the old man who painted is of a very high level and is not comparable to ordinary muralists.
Xu Hongdou saw that he had come here and refused to leave, and asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"
"Shh, I'm here to take a look. You can go shopping by yourself first." After saying that, Xu Hongdou ignored him and stared at the old man's painting hand intently.
Seeing that Wang Mo was ignoring her again, Xu Hongdou thought about what happened at the foot of the mountain and snorted angrily and left.
Just like this, there is an old man and a young man, one is painting attentively, the other is watching intently, no one disturbs the other, everything seems so harmonious.
An hour later, when Xu Hongdou walked around the temple and returned to Wang Mo, she saw that Wang Mo was still standing there, but in a different posture.
So Xu Hongdou also stood next to Wang Mo and watched the old man paint, but Xu Hongdou could only tell that the painting was very good, but could not tell anything else.
In the silent environment, a grunting sound suddenly broke the tranquility.
Xu Hongdou's face turned red immediately, and she saw Wang Mo and the old man looking back at her.
Xu Hongdou said sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I just can't bear it anymore."
Originally, Xu Hongdou didn't have breakfast in the morning, so she hurriedly changed her clothes and followed Wang Mo out.
In addition, she has already felt hungry after climbing the mountain just now, and now it happens to be noon, can she not be hungry?
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. It's a normal physiological need for people to want to eat. What's wrong with me? If it weren't for your reminder, I wouldn't have known it was meal time."
At this time, the old man found that Wang Mo was still looking at his unfinished painting seriously, so he joked: "What, can you understand this?"
Wang Mo nodded and said: "I understand a little bit."
The old man had seen many young people like Wang Mo, and he didn't know how to pretend to understand in front of him, so he deliberately said: "In this case, you must be able to see something. There is still some time before dinner, and I really want to
Let me hear your opinion."
Wang Mo looked at the old man in surprise, wondering which of his words had offended him, and why there was so much thorn in his words.
However, seeing that he is an old man, and he has never met me before, it seems a bit too petty for me to argue with an old man.
So Wang Mo said humbly: "I can't speak of high opinions, and as a junior, I don't have the nerve to do anything in front of your boss. You can see that it's time for dinner, so I won't delay your usual meal time."
After saying that, he was about to turn around and leave, taking Xu Hongdou to take care of his physiological needs first.
However, just as Wang Mo turned around, he heard the old man say unhurriedly: "Young people, from now on just say you don't understand if you don't understand. There is nothing shameful about it, but if you don't understand and pretend to understand, you will fall behind. I know you guys
Young people want to show their versatility in front of their female companions, but don’t you know that this girl probably already knows your character at this time."
After Wang Mo heard this, he turned around and saw the old man looking like a teacher. He looked at Xu Hongdou as if to say: The young man next to you is not a very good character, you have to thank me, the old man.
Xu Hongdou wanted to say something, but Wang Mo stopped him with his hand.
Wang Mo looked at the old man and asked, "Don't you and I know each other?"
"This is our first meeting."
Wang Mo asked in confusion: "Then why do you keep chasing after me, just because my words make you uncomfortable?"
The old man is dressed in martial arts uniforms and a pair of cloth shoes, but looking at his energy, you can tell that he is not an old farmer.
The old man's eyes were filled with embarrassment. When he saw Wang Mo turning around to question him, he looked exactly as I expected.
The old man shook his head and said: "That's not true. It's just that I saw this girl's kindness and couldn't bear it. I didn't want to see her being deceived."
Wang Mo looked at him speechlessly and said, "Have you never heard that it's best not to make remarks easily when you don't understand the facts?"
After saying that, without waiting for the old man to reply, Wang Mo came to his painting, pointed at the painting on the stone wall, and said: "I won't explain the artistic conception of this painting. I guess even an amateur can tell me something about it. Let’s talk about the brushwork you used in this painting!
Because this painting is a landscape painting, the main brushwork used is to draw the texture of the mountain. It can be seen that you used Zhao Mengfu's lotus leaf texture, and you often use ancient methods to outline the veins and lines of the mountain from top to bottom.
Based on my knowledge, in today's traditional Chinese painting circle, there should be no more than three people who have such superb lotus leaf chamfering techniques.
Looking at the various techniques you use to draw trees, they have reached a very high level. If my guess is correct, your calligraphy should be of a higher level than traditional Chinese painting."
But immediately Wang Mo shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that although your skills are high, your habit of being a teacher makes you seem too petty and not broad-minded at all. If you want to paint such a majestic landscape painting with your mind, it must be... If the donkey's head is wrong and the horse's mouth is wrong, it is destined not to reach the height it deserves."
Xu Hongdou in the back reached out and tugged on Wang Mo's clothes when Wang Mo was speaking to the end, telling him not to speak so directly. If it offended someone so much, it would be better to say it in front of them.
But Wang Mo ignored Xu Hongdou and continued talking on his own.
Although what Wang Mo said was unpleasant, he was not careless and what he said was reasonable.
The old man's anger did not happen as he imagined. Instead, he laughed and said: "I didn't expect that in such high mountains and mountains, I can actually meet people of the same kind. But you made a mistake in one sentence, that is, old man, I am not narrow-minded." , otherwise I would have been angry with you a long time ago. Looking back at what you just said, it seems that you will retaliate."
Then the old man looked at the two of them again. Seeing Xu Hongdou's beautiful and charming appearance, he smiled and said, "But it's reasonable. I have such a confidante next to me. If it were me when I was young, someone would be there." If you arrange me like this in front of the opposite sex, I'm afraid I would have stretched out my fist to him."
Obviously Wang Mo thought of the old man wrong, and the old man also thought of Wang Mo wrong.
The old man saw the drawing board on Wang Mo's back and asked: "What, are you here to collect styles? Are you an amateur or an industry insider?"
Wang Mo could tell from his paintings that the old man in front of him was probably not one of those self-taught traditional Chinese painting enthusiasts, because his brushwork showed heavy traces of copying the ancients. How could a folk enthusiast copy?
So many opportunities for ancient paintings?
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So the old man in front of me should be an old man in the same circle. He came to Wuwei Temple for a temporary stay for some unknown reason, and he didn't expect to be bumped into by him.
Since graduating from CAFA and coming to Dali, Wang Mo has sent many works to major art exhibitions, just to let more people see his works and to wear more honors on himself.<
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However, the ideal is full and the reality is cruel. The way I reported the teacher at the beginning has now shown its power.
Surprisingly, no one from the art exhibition responded to Wang Mo’s letter. All of them fell into the dust and there was no news.
After several times, Wang Mo also understood the reason. In the end, he stopped sending his works and honed his painting skills in Yunmiao Village.
Wang Mo's talent is not bad. After so long, the theories in his mind have long been transformed into his own true level.
After a period of rapid improvement, it has now reached its own bottleneck.
Wang Mo knew that this was the inevitable result of working behind closed doors. If he wanted to improve again, he would either have a master to teach him, or there would be plenty of opportunities to copy the painting techniques of the ancients, especially if he could see the real thing. p>