"Young, rich, and not bad looking, they are indeed assets!" Di Qing muttered and led the way.
"I heard that when you were young, you were also a famous outspoken man in Tokyo, so don't call me a brat."
"In those days, the most I could do was look at Shen Sanniang's breasts and stuff Yuchi's ass. I could only watch them wrestling in Wa Shizi. I could pinch them when I found the right opportunity, and touch someone's face directly like you. It’s relatively rare.”
Yun Zheng laughed loudly and shook the folding fan in his hand diligently: "Then your behavior is worse than that kid's."
"Nonsense, it's nothing to steal a handful of breasts and buttocks. When Xiangguo Temple holds a temple fair every year, how many of those older girls and younger wives squeeze into the crowd and get touched? It's just a matter of ten things for Kaifeng Mansion to catch them. , Hehe, go and touch your face, haha, this is offensive, you will be caught by the Kaifeng Mansion and paraded through the streets as a warning to those who come after you!"
Yun Zheng stopped, used a folding fan to block the sunlight and looked into the main hall through the window lattice. Seeing that there was nothing dark inside, he smiled and replied: "So I touched it wrong just now?"
Di Qing laughed loudly and said: "It's not like I made a mistake. If you like it and ask Yang Wenguang for it after a while, he shouldn't have the guts to refuse our request."
As he spoke, he stuffed the large wine jar into Yun Zheng's arms. He climbed onto the door frame of a large hall, reached up with his feet first, hooked the dust of the hall with his insteps, and reached into the gap above the door frame with his hands. With a simple pull, the two wooden doors automatically opened inwards. When Yun Zheng looked up, he discovered that there were three characters "Manjusri Hall" written in the middle of the hall.
After Di Qing jumped down, he said to Yun Zheng: "There are no clay statues in this hall. There are only murals. Wu Daishengfeng was referring to the portrait of Manjusri Bodhisattva inside. Monk Xuanku is very stingy now. He used to be so stingy. The main hall is never closed, and scholars and craftsmen who like to paint can come to observe it. But later, for some reason, it was not allowed to be seen by others. I will take you in first to open your eyes."
The roof of the main hall is very high, and the space inside is too large, so it looks eerie. The gods and demons in the murals also look at you secretly. This is one of the characteristics of the statues and murals. No matter where you come from, Looking in that direction, those Buddha statues and murals seem to be staring at you. If it were the Dojo of Yama in the Tenth Hall, adding the sentence "Are you here?" would make the faint of heart scared to the point of peeing.
Di Qing will pull a rope at the corner of the hall, and the curtains covering the windows will slowly fade to both sides. The sunlight will shine on the murals, giving people a different feeling. If the cold eyes of the figures on the murals just now make people feel... It was heartbreaking, but after the sunshine came in, those eyes were immediately filled with compassion.
Di Qing sat on a big futon, seeming a little sad. He gently touched a flying sky on the mural with his hand. He didn't say anything for a long time. Yun Zheng knew the rules. The more in the middle of the portrait, the more skilled painters are needed. For example, in the middle The portrait of Manjushri Bodhisattva was painted by Wu Daozi, and the surrounding auxiliary figures were painted by ordinary painters because they were in the corners or close to the ground. The paint on the Feitian portrait that Di Qing touched was brightly colored , it seems that it was painted by modern people.
He was silent for a moment, then smiled and said to Yun Zheng: "Sit down for a moment, and I'll get us some food and drinks. After all, just drinking wine without food and wine is a bit bland."
If people don't want to say it, Yun Zheng will naturally not ask further questions. For example, that flying sky seems more vivid than the other flying sky, especially those eyes, which are simply lifelike.
(Taiping Yulan) Volume 622 Quotation (Tianxianpin) says: "Flying in the clouds, deified with a light move, thinking of a heavenly immortal, but also flying in the clouds."
However, flying sky is usually painted in tomb murals, symbolizing that the soul of the owner of the tomb can ascend to heaven. This is the product of the fusion of Taoist culture and Buddhist culture, but it is really appropriate for such an upright appearance in a Buddhist temple like Daxiangguo Temple.
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While Yun Zheng was eating lychees from the wine jar, he was carefully admiring the murals in the hall. Except for the Buddha's light behind the head of Manjushri in the middle, none of the other paintings had that thing.
Although the hometown of Feitian is in India, Feitian is the result of Indian culture, Western Region culture, and Central Plains culture. It is the result of long-term exchanges between the Indian Buddhist Celestial Being and the Chinese Taoist Feitian, the Western Region Feitian and the Central Plains Feitian.
The flying apsara with Chinese cultural characteristics. It is a flying apsara that has no wings, no feathers, no round light, relies on colorful clouds instead of relying on colorful clouds, and mainly relies on the fluttering skirts and flying colorful ribbons to soar in the sky.
Seeing the flying clouds reminds me of Dunhuang. Today, the Dunhuang sandbank is still under the rule of Xixia. The Li Dynasty is still working tirelessly to add new things to the Mogao Grottoes. I don’t know what it will look like. If
It's almost done. After conquering Xixia in the future, Yun Zheng also plans to bury something inside to make a joke with future generations.
The murals in the main hall were very exquisite and numerous. Yun Zheng held a wine jar under his arm and unknowingly ate all the lychees inside. He lifted up the small fence in the wine jar to see that only the
I dropped a few lychees whose pulp had melted. Then I looked at the lychee cores all over the floor. I felt a little embarrassed. Just when I was about to kick these lychee cores into the corner with my feet, I heard someone say: "The donor looked at the mural, why did he just
Are you interested in those flying immortals, but don’t know how to pay respect to me, the Buddha?”
Yun Zheng turned around and looked over, only to see an old monk with white eyebrows covering his eyes and a white-haired old lady holding a cane standing at the door of the hall. The man was extremely compassionate, and there was no trace of anger in his voice.
The white-haired woman paused the crutch in her hand on the green brick, as if she was very angry.
Yun Zheng smiled and said: "Buddhism is the door of convenience. Boy, my eyes have been covered by the world of mortals. The compassion of the Buddha is as great as ten feet of red. Of course, paying homage to the Buddha is a matter of opinion. What the master sees is my Buddha."
Compassion, the old lady saw the majesty of the Buddha, but the boy was different, he saw the tenderness of the flying immortal.
The boy heard that the ways to become a Buddha and enlighten him are as countless as the sands of the Ganges River. The master looks at compassion, the old lady looks at solemnity, and the boy looks at the world of mortals. In the end, they will end up in the same place by different paths, so the master and his wife can pay homage to the Buddha, and the boy can look at the flying immortals. Why should the master be surprised?"
The old lady seemed to be even more angry, but the old monk smiled and said: "The donor is smart, and what he said is very true, but I am thinking of an elephant. Although the young donor continues to watch, as long as he looks at the Buddha, he will feel something, why do you need to be sincere, haha
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Yun Zheng always felt that this old monk was a little too generous. Not only did he not ask why he entered the main hall, nor did he ask for the rubbish he threw on the ground in the Buddhist Pure Land, nor did he care about his nonsense, he was so temperamental.
, and then I saw the old monk teaching the Dharma to the old lady while picking up the lychee cores he had spit out, and I thought it would be an injustice if the old monk did not become a Buddha.
Seeing that the old lady was always looking at him secretly, and the doubt in her eyes became more and more intense, Yun Zheng chuckled, and then continued to look at the countless flying immortals, trying to find the differences between them.
After looking around for a long time, Yun Zheng still saw the difference. The portrait that Di Qing touched had less of the indifference of an immortal and more of the warmth of a human being. Maybe that portrait was a self-portrait of a certain person.
There are really many women in the Yang family. Many women came in soon. When they saw Yun Zheng, they couldn't help but froze for a moment. They didn't expect there would be other men here. Some girls crowded at the door to come in and go out.
Yun Zheng asked Di Qing, where did the Yang family come from with so many widows? There were only three at most, and there were no Eight Wise Kings. Zhao Kuangyin's line had long been wiped out by his younger brother Zhao Kuangyi.
The little girls didn't dare to come in, and the women all stared at Yun Zheng angrily. If it hadn't been for Yun Zheng who came in first, they might have called the generals to come and take care of him.
The only person who could stand in the Kingdom of All Fragrances with an unchanging expression and a calm heart, apart from Xuan Ku, the immovable monk, was the only one left, Yun Zheng, the thick-skinned guy, who took a swig of wine.
, just feeling drunk, he walked out from among the fragrant kingdoms, with a folding fan in his left hand and a large wine jar in his right hand, which really seemed a bit bohemian.
Yun Zheng knew very well that he could never challenge the Yang family's psychological limits anymore. If he stayed a little longer, he might lead to a group fight...
Di Qing couldn't be found, and Yun Zheng thought he had gone to the nunnery opposite. He was not in a hurry. After turning around the main hall, he saw the monk's residence. Without asking anyone else, he saw Monk Wugou.
The warm autumn sun shines on people lazily, and Wugou is basking in the sun on a wooden couch, with his upper body naked, piled there like a mountain of meat.
"I heard that Lao Bao was so skinny when he was doing the disaster relief. Why did you make yourself fatter and fatter when you were doing the disaster relief? Didn't you eat all the food and grass I gave Lao Bao by yourself?"
Wugou was basking in the sun comfortably, and without even opening his eyes, he stretched out his hand for the wine jar. He could already smell the fragrance of rice wine. Yun Zheng put the wine jar into Wugou's hand.
Wugou raised the wine jar and drank half of it in one go. Then he stopped and patted his big belly and said, "Poor, this is the first drink this poor monk has had in a year. Poor poor monk."
My intestines are wide, and I haven’t seen meat for a long time. In my dream, I saw the meat buns made by the bacon girl, and when I woke up, I found that the wooden pillows were wet with saliva. Let’s go to your house right now!”
Yun Zheng sat on the edge of Wugou's wooden couch and said, "If you're not afraid of Qingqing getting into trouble, then you can go."
Wugou chuckled and said: "My opinion, if the monk had not said that he would behead you and made you a lonely minister, then you would have been beheaded by the emperor. Anyway, that was the purpose of beating the censor Yanguan."
Why not make yourself a lonely minister and let the poor monk follow the trend? The Emperor of Zhao and Song Dynasty probably still thinks that the poor monk is a follower of the crowd, and this will be a huge loss." (To be continued)