Liu Shiba and his party were surprised to look towards the top of the landscape ditch where they came from, and happened to see the purple lightning of unknown thickness, rushing towards the hill like a broken foot...
"Many things in the Landscape Valley were ruined by the old Taoist himself as a means of transport."
Landscape Gou sighed anxiously and regretfully.
"Hurry up and enter the temple scenery, I can't wait for the truth now!"
As for the landscape ditch, this time it is really full of solemnity.
It was extremely rare that after Shangguangou finished urging him, he still hugged his two silly sons with one arm and secretly explained something...
"If Hongjun is really powerful and can forcefully tear apart the turbulent flow of space and set foot in this world by himself, I will die.
Anyway, at the last moment of the Eight Dragons Coffin Carrying Bureau, I was originally a dead person, so it would be useless to escape anywhere, and Hongjun must have even more incredible strength."
Liu Qianqian also sighed, her feminine aura just now gone.
"Let's go into the temple."
Liu Shiba waved his hand without hesitation and ran towards the evil temple first.
Behind him were Qin Da, who was closely following him, Lao Hei, who was grinning like a calf, the rest of Huan's wife, Li Ergou and his wife, and Meng Tianfang, a group of forty-seven people who didn't need any urging.
At the moment of escaping, Lao Hei readily abandoned his old driver, and it didn't care whether you jumped or scolded him.
The old driver looked unhappy, but he had no choice but to let go and run to keep up with the team.
"Hurry up."
Landscape Gou kept urging everyone to run faster, appearing extremely anxious.
Entering the temple, Liu Shiba looked around, and his eyes fell on the viewing tower...
Landscape Gou looked at Liu Shiba's eyes and said proudly:
"Look at the faces and faces, all living beings are in it! There are one hundred and eight Arhats in the temple.
If you choose an Arhat at random according to your own age, no matter how many to the left or right, the face will definitely look the same as yours..."
Liu Shiba was stunned and said:
"So magical?"
Landscape ditch proudly explained
“One hundred and eight Arhats are in various poses and shapes, and each of them is sculpted to be lifelike and moving.
One year there was a flood, and all the Arhats were submerged in the water. But when the water receded and we looked at the Arhats, they were still intact.
People often say that "a clay Bodhisattva cannot save himself when crossing a river", but the Arhat in Guanxiang Hall is an exception.
The Arhat production process here is special, which is called the bodiless lacquer sculpture process. The Arhat must be sculpted in the year when the temple was built.
The old Taoist invited two master masons from the counties around the Han River. They were father and son, master and apprentice, and they took over the job.
The One Hundred and Eight Arhats were passed down from India. It is said that there are only two sets in the world, one is in India and the other is from the old master.
The old master traveled across mountains and rivers to Jingjing Town, and painted the Arhat spectrum one stroke at a time, before finally starting the sculpture.
It is easy to express the spirit of the statue, but it is difficult to convey the spirit. The old master is not willing to copy the gourd and draw the scoop. He wants to create the Arhat's various living beings and pass them on to the world, but this is too difficult.
Fortunately, Laodao has been running the landscape town for many years, and he is surrounded by simple rural roughnecks. They farm, rest, pass by, lie or sleep in the shade of trees to enjoy the coolness, laugh and play, and the old master sees each one of them and remembers them in his heart.
Finally, the master skillfully transformed the faces of all living beings into the various expressions of the One Hundred and Eight Arhats.
However, embryonic clay sculptures are easily deformed and damaged, so how can they last for generations?
The old master tried many methods but failed. He knew nothing about sculpture and was even more at a loss.
Once, the old master saw a piece of porcelain and had an idea. He asked about the production method, and followed that method to mold the clay body and added layers and layers of weird substances.
After drying, pouring water and melting mud to drain away the muddy water, the One Hundred and Eight Arhat Halls will have charm and aura.
This one hundred and eight clay monks will not get wet when poured with water, will not be damaged by fire, and are very strong.
Especially the expressions contained in them reflect the various expressions of all living beings, and everyone's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are written on their faces.
After tasting it for the first time, the old Taoist was astonished by the father and son. One hundred and eight Bodhisattvas with different and lifelike appearances were simply art treasures.
The old master vomited all his blood and blood while sculpting the One Hundred and Eight Arhats, which damaged his vitality. He died of illness before the sculpture was completed.
Fortunately, a son was left behind, who continued his father's business and finished shaping the 108 Arhats.
The son's craftsmanship is completely different from his father's, and even better.
When he reached the last one hundred and seven Arhats, his heart moved. He made his dead father into one of the one hundred and eight Hidden Arhats.
As long as the dragon raises its head on the third day of March, in the Guanxiang Hall of the Landscape Temple, one hundred and eight arhats will tell their fortunes with their faces, which has become a bad custom on the shore of the Han River."
Landscape Gou finished his explanation quickly and triumphantly, as if he was remembering and showing off...
Liu Shiba squinted his eyes, raised his hand and pressed down:
"Meng Tianfang, take your people in and try Arhat."
"Everyone wants to try? They don't have any blood or anything..."
Meng Tianfang grinned and answered without thinking.
"Boom boom boom!"
Liu Shiba and his entourage walked into the Guanxiang Hall with swift steps, and stood in a solemn, solemn, and quiet hall that contained infinite murderous intent.
"In a fortune-telling shop, you can choose an Arhat to see your own facial fortune. What are your specialties?"
With a relaxed look on his face, Liu Shiba took out a hidden trumpet rolled by Lu Xiaolin himself and took a sip.
Landscape Gou glared at Meng Tianfang, who was running around with forty-six soldiers, completely like a beast.
After hearing Liu Shiba's doubts, he calmed down and said calmly:
"No matter where you are as a man, you must obediently go to the left side of the gate and start counting the number of people on the sculpture.
You should also walk lightly in the Guanxiang Hall, and choose your "luck" according to the pattern of men on the left and women on the right.
Liu Shiba felt a chill in his heart, then he exhaled and said to Meng Tianfang:
"Everyone must be screened carefully. This may be the best treatment for you."
Meng Tianfang nodded——
After saying that, Liu Shiba sat down on the spot and muttered lazily to himself:
"I won't go. I'm just messing around and I don't know if it will work."
Landscape Gou glared and said:
"You don't have confidence in yourself, so others can't force you. The most important thing is to choose to be indifferent. Hongjun will come to kill you at any time. You may even ask ten people to explode together. This is the motivation.?"
The veteran driver Xuan Yu who walked at the end did not say anything. Instead, he lowered his head and clasped his hands behind his back, which disrupted Liu Shiba's budget.
Without Lao Hei, he is just an ordinary old man.
The veteran driver still didn't respond, staring intently at the landscape ditch...
Landscape ditch, now also felt the sharp gaze of the old driver. At a glance, Landscape ditch could not help but be stunned——
The old driver turned out to be the young master, his son after the old master passed away.
