The scholar who sells paintings was also secretly regretting it. If the twelve kilogram weight of the wooden weight hit someone, he would be injured even if he didn't die. Not wanting to be saved by the monk's fan, the scholar bowed to the monk and saluted: "Thank you, master, for taking the initiative."
Please help, otherwise Zhang Ziqian will get into big trouble."
The monk smiled, revealing teeth that were three-thirds yellower than gold, and said, "Nephew, why did you sell this painting left by your father today?"
Scholar Daqi asked: "May I ask who the master is?"
"I am your distant uncle. You are Zhang Zeduan's son, right? Your mother moved you from Yangzhou City to Lin'an City, right?"
The scholar did not expect that the monk was so clear about the affairs of his family. He thought he must be a distant relative of his. He felt sad and said: "Uncle, you don't know that since my mother was seriously ill before she passed away,
My nephew is so incompetent that he borrowed a hundred taels of silver from Naluo Papi, and now three months later he wants me to pay him back five hundred taels of silver, so my nephew has no choice but to sell this painting."
(Note: Part of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", one of China's top ten famous paintings handed down from generation to generation, is a genre painting of the Northern Song Dynasty. It is 24.8 cm wide and 528.7 cm long. It is ink and color on silk. This scroll is the only surviving masterpiece of the Northern Song Dynasty painter Zhang Zeduan.
, is a national treasure-level cultural relic and is now in the Palace Museum in Beijing. The work is in the form of a long scroll and uses the scatter perspective composition method to vividly record the face of urban life in China in the twelfth century, which is unique in the history of painting in China and the world.
In total, there are more than 550 people of various colors, 50 to 60 cattle, horses, mules, donkeys and other livestock, more than 20 carts and sedan chairs, and more than 20 large and small boats in the five-meter-long scroll.
Ships, houses, bridges, towers, etc. also have their own characteristics, which reflect the characteristics of Song Dynasty architecture. They have high historical value and artistic level. After Zhang Zeduan completed this painting praising the peaceful and prosperous times and the long history, he first presented it to Song Huizong
Huizong of the Song Dynasty became the first collector of this painting. As a master of calligraphy and painting in Chinese history, Huizong of the Song Dynasty loved this painting so much that he wrote five inscriptions on the picture: "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" using his famous "thin gold style" calligraphy.
It has the characters of "Double Dragon" and is stamped with the small seal of "Double Dragon". It has been tossed around, gone through several wars, and experienced many disasters... It has entered the palace five times and been stolen out of the palace four times. It has gone through disasters and deduce many legendary stories.)
But the monk said to the scholar: "Nephew, don't be sad. From now on, you can start grinding ink and add your three beards to the ink. Within an hour, someone will come to buy it from you. You can sell him for three thousand taels of silver."
"
The scholar looked at the uncle monk with a suspicious look on his face: "Ink grinding? Beard?? Three thousand taels???"
The monk was happy: "Just do as I am told." After saying that, he walked away.
Chen Mengsheng saw that the back hem of the monk's robe could only cover his legs. The lower part was tattered and turned into uneven strips of cloth. One sleeve had a large gaping hole at the arm, exposing the entire elbow.
Outside, there are only two pieces of rags left on the other sleeve. When you shake the sleeve with your hand, it floats in the wind. The chest is covered with various oil stains and it has not been washed for an unknown period of time. It shines brightly when the sun shines. There is a gold ingot above the head.
Hair like weeds stuck out of the hole in the monk's hat. One of the trouser legs was long and the other short. The short trouser legs disappeared below the knees. The shoes had neither uppers nor uppers, and ten big feet covered with dirt were exposed.
Outside...
The monk was very happy when he saw Chen Mengsheng, and said: "There are arrogances in Yuxu Palace, and thousands of years are spent in the Conferred God Platform. After three lives of tribulations, only the careless people are left in front of me."
Chen Mengsheng was stunned by the monk's four sentences. When Chen Meng heard about Yuxu Palace for the first time, he had a lot of memory fragments in his mind, but he was still confused and couldn't put them together. So Chen Mengsheng
Then he followed the monk all the way.
The monk walked to the intersection of the market with a pair of worn shoes, and stood in front of a peach seller's wheelbarrow. The peach seller was a woman in her thirties, with her hair tied into a bun and a wish-shaped copper stick.
The hairpin and the back of the tooth-white plain skirt were soaked with sweat, and both the person and the car were lying in the shade of the trees.
The monk walked over and stretched out his dirty hands to grab the peach, and grabbed two fist-sized peaches in one hand.
The woman selling peaches asked loudly: "Master, do you want to buy peaches? One hundred cents per catty."
The monk ignored the peach seller and continued to pick his peaches, muttering to himself: "Oh, this one is too small, and that one is too big. This one is not round enough, and that one is too round."
..." A pair of hands anxiously touched the peaches on the car. All the peaches touched by the monk, which were originally bright red, had black fingerprints left on them.
When the peach seller found out, she was very worried. She stopped the monk and said, "Monk, look at how you want me to sell the peaches you touched? You have to buy them all for me."
"Female donor, the monk wants to eat peaches but he doesn't have any money! Just donate two peaches to the monk."
When the peach seller heard this, she snatched all the peaches from the monk's hand. She took out a sweat towel from her arms and wiped the peaches that had been dirty by the monk. But no matter how hard she wiped, she could not wipe off the marks on the peaches.
, he couldn't help but get angry and cursed the monk. But the monk kept asking the woman for peaches, and suddenly the peach stall attracted many people to watch the excitement.
Chen Mengsheng watched from beginning to end. He knew it was the monk's fault, but he didn't feel like saying anything. He reached out and took out a few coins from his sleeve and handed it to the peach seller.
The monk smiled and said to Chen Mengsheng: "Monk just wants a peach." He reached out and grabbed the largest peach. He ate the peach in three mouthfuls, leaving only a peach core in his hand.
"Come, come, come. Monk, I'll treat you all to some peaches." The people watching the fun were all laughing at the monk, but the monk didn't care and squeezed out of the crowd holding the peach core in his hand, and walked to the open space a few steps away from behind.
He took off a broken fan from his neck, turned the string of Buddhist beads on his chest behind his back, and tightened his tight pants. The onlookers saw this posture. "Hey, this monk looks like he really wants to show off his magical powers.
It's here." The news spread from ten to ten, and soon hundreds of people came to see it. Almost everyone who was doing business or buying things in the market came.
The monk knelt down and used the handle of the broken fan to dig a pit about a finger deep in the ground. He put the peach stones into the pit and covered it with soil. He then said to everyone, "Can you please bring some water?"
As soon as a young man who had been squeezed out heard this, he ran into a nearby shop. In a short time, he brought out a bowl of water, and the onlookers turned aside to let the young man in.
"Master, the water has arrived." The monk took the bowl and poured half a bowl of water into the soil. He said in his mouth: "Om mani padme hum." As soon as the six-character mantra fell, a tender tree sprouted from the soil.
The seedlings. The monk fanned his broken fan a few times. The young seedlings seemed to be growing like crazy, and they suddenly grew into a peach tree as tall as a person. All the people watching were dumbfounded, and there was a loud cheer.
The monk poured half a bowl of water towards the peach tree again, only to see heavy rain falling within a foot above the peach tree. Flower buds were pulled out from the peach branches, and the buds were full of peach blossoms. The monk picked a peach blossom.
Plugged into his lower back, the peach blossoms are even more charming with the rain, and the flowers bloom and fall for a while.
After a cup of tea, the peach tree was full of fresh and tender peaches. The monk stepped forward and picked a long peach that looked like two hearts tied together. He murmured to himself: "One is the heart of the wise Lanzhi."
, one is justice and bravery." The monk handed the peach to Chen Mengsheng.
"Donor, I have eaten this peach. I still lack a kind heart to help the world. I will wait for the poor monk to find it in the evening."
Chen Mengsheng saw that the monk's expression was solemn and he didn't seem to be harming himself, so he took the peach and started to eat it. The peach jumped into Chen Mengsheng's chest before Chen Mengsheng could open his mouth. Chen Mengsheng immediately felt that his chest no longer hurt. All the previous things had happened.
I remembered it all, and my eyes became clearer...
"Chen Mengsheng thanked the master. May I ask what the master's name is?"
"The poor monk is the Taoist priest of Lin'an Lingyin Temple."
As soon as these words came out, the onlookers were all sighing. "He is the Daoji of Lingyin Temple." "He is the divine monk Jigong."...
Jigong said to everyone: "Monk invites everyone to come and eat peaches."
Jigong gently fanned the peach tree, and the peaches on the peach flew to the hands of the onlookers as if being supported by someone, no more, no less...
After Jigong waited for the peaches to be divided, he picked up his fan and chopped it in the air at the peach tree. The peach tree turned into a log and fell to the ground. At this time, there was a burst of crying from the crowd.
People followed the cry and saw that the woman selling peaches was sitting on the ground crying. There were no peaches in the cart, and the wheelbarrow was missing a handle...
"Don't cry, don't cry, Donor Wang. The poor monk made a joke with you, and now the poor monk is here to pay for your peach."
The woman selling peaches was very surprised: "How do you know that my family's surname is Wang?"
Jigong smiled and said: "In addition to knowing your surname is Wang, the poor monk also knows that you sell peaches to cure your husband's illness. Your husband was originally a stonemason in Lin'an City, right?"
The woman was dumbfounded by Jigong's words and couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
Jigong continued: "In the 28th year of Shaoxing, Emperor Gaozong was overhauling the palace at the foot of Fenghuang Mountain in Lin'an. Your husband was ordered to collect Taihu stones and accidentally fell and was injured and was bedridden for several years. Is that correct?"
The peach seller Wang fell to the ground and bowed, kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and said with tears and runny nose: "Holy monk, please save my husband!"
Jigong mixed with Wang, took out the peach branch from his waist and handed it to Wang. He said: "In order to cure your husband's illness, you got up early and planted these peach trees. Now you go back and fry the peach branches into soup."
, your husband will be fine after eating it. Don’t cry, don’t cry, your tears are worth a lot of money, someone will come to buy you tears in a while, a tear of a good wife and mother is worth five hundred taels."
After saying this, Jigong was about to leave, but he heard someone behind him shout loudly: "The holy monk will stay..."