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Chapter 327: Clear the way with paintings

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    This scene is different from the Buddhist temples Zhao Ran has seen this year.  The Xia Kingdom is inherently harsher and colder than the Ming Dynasty, and Buddhism does not pay as much attention to creating the wonders of Sendai as Taoism does, so most of them are ordinary, either among the bustling markets or in barren and cold places. What is important is to be close to the world.

    This Qukong Temple is quite unique, and is somewhat similar to the Daomen Pavilion training place. It seems that the inheritance of this lineage is also quite different from other schools.  No wonder the abbot is Zhicheng Ya and is good at painting, which matches the style of this temple quite well.

    The scenery here is so good. In addition to the hundreds of years of construction of Qukong Temple, it is also related to the abundance of spiritual energy.  Although Buddhist practice also requires absorbing spiritual energy (called Xing in Buddhism), its dependence on spiritual energy is not as deep as Taoist practice. They pay more attention to enlightenment in understanding and do not attach much importance to the richness of spiritual energy.

    The focus of the competition between Buddhism and Taoism is not on spiritual energy and elixirs, but on the competition for believers. This is the most important resource when Buddhism and Taoism ascend to heaven.

    Mingjue did not mention the spiritual energy of Qukong Temple to Zhao Ran, but Zhao Ran could see the flow of heaven and earth energy at a glance - the wall behind Qukong Temple is where the rich spiritual eyes are.  .

    Arriving in front of the temple gate, the little ascetic who had been waiting for a long time learned the news that Mingjue had returned to the temple. He respectfully bowed with his hands together and helped lead the horse.

    Zhao Ran followed Mingjue all the way in. He first paid homage to the Buddha Hall, Guanyin Hall and other places, and then walked to the back.  All the monks I saw were greeting Mingjue. Some called him brother, some called him uncle, and some called him nephew.

    Qukong Temple belongs to the Zen sect, so it is simple and clear to write the word "Zen" in large letters on the white wall outside the abbot's room.

    The abbot, Master Zhicheng, was quite simply dressed in plain green monk clothes and took Mingjue and Zhao Ran in.  Mingjue performed the master's ceremony, while Zhao Ran performed the simple layman's ceremony. The three of them sat at the round table drinking tea and chatting.

    This is not a great Bodhisattva who has comprehended the realm of body and consciousness. He is clearly the amiable old uncle next door.

    Abbot Zhicheng had already been informed of Zhao Ran's situation by Mingjue Feifu, so the old abbot didn't have any way of asking about his origins. He just smiled and asked him if he was tired from the day's journey, if he wanted to rest, and asked if he was hungry.  If you're not hungry, would you like to eat some vegetarian food first?

    After getting acquainted, we started talking about calligraphy and painting.  The old abbot was good at painting, and was especially good at meticulous landscape painting. The walls of the abbot's room were all hung with his own paintings. The large square table by the window was fully stocked with pens, inks and paints. The blue and white porcelain jar under the table was filled with rolls of paintings.  Scroll.

    Zhao Ran stood up and looked at the scrolls on the wall. After looking around, he nodded and said: "The mountains and rivers are ethereal. No wonder Master Mingjue's calligraphy is also ethereal. It turns out that he and the abbot are in the same vein."

    Mingjue asked: "Cheng Donor, if my master's paintings were placed at Jinbo Auction House, how much would they cost?"

    The old abbot laughed and scolded: "You are talking nonsense again, we monks don't need to be competitive. If you become a donor, don't pay attention to him."

    Even though he said that, even if the old abbot had a very high level of cultivation, he really didn't want to compete. Zhao Ran secretly speculated that any calligraphy and painting lover would actually want to know the quality of his own work and how to judge it.  The easiest way is of course to see what price it can be sold for.

    He pointed at the two paintings on the west wall and said, "I don't mean to compliment Master Abbot. Can we part with these two paintings? Cheng really wants to collect them. As for the auction, Master Mingjue knows the details of our Jinbo Auction House.  At our last calligraphy and painting auction, there was a landscape painting of the same size by the famous Yinzhou master Dong Wuzi, does Master Mingjue remember it?"

    Mingjue nodded: "I went to see it, remember."

    Zhao Ran said: "With the same size, Dongwuzi's paintings were sold for 400 taels. But from my perspective, the spirituality in them is definitely not as good as these two paintings. If it is auctioned, there are two ways. One, the abbot signs it with his original name,  I dare say that the starting price of each painting is no less than five hundred taels, and the final transaction price is unpredictable."

    This is to borrow the name of the abbot, a Buddhist and Bodhisattva monk. Zhicheng and Mingjue both shook their heads at the same time: "Inappropriate." They just wanted to know the level of the painting, not to make money through it.

    Zhao Ran said: "Then I can only choose a pen name. However, although it is anonymous, the writing power on the wrist is here, and the author's heart is also superior. In this case, the starting price should be around two hundred taels."

    The starting price of the bidding was two hundred taels of silver, which meant that the author's level was first-rate in the Xia Kingdom. Mingjue immediately expressed his position: "Master, why don't you give me a pen name and ask Donor Chen to try it out at the auction? Well, let's just give it a pen name.  Call me the master of the meditation hall?"

    The old abbot pointed his fingers and said with a smile: "You disciple!" But he didn't refuse, which meant he agreed.

    The old abbot said to Zhao Ran again: "Cheng Shi??Have a good eye for paintings, but I wonder if they are elegant or good?  "

    Zhao Ran has something to ask for, so of course he cannot refuse it, but what he is good at is calligraphy. Although he is a calligrapher and painter, the difference is very big. If he wants to show it, he will definitely not be able to get into the eyes of the abbot.  After thinking about it for a moment, I realized that if I can¡¯t win with my basic skills, let¡¯s get creative.

    Immediately said: "It can be considered a hobby on weekdays, but it is not as good as the old abbot. The abbot may have heard that Cheng and the mountain guest are close friends. Before I came to Xiaguo to make a living last year, I tasted calligraphy with the mountain guest.  After more than a month, he tried a new painting method, and Cheng thought it was quite interesting, so he demonstrated it to the abbot."

    Hearing that there was a new painting method, the abbot was really interested. Mingjue hurriedly went to the big table in front of the window to spread paper, grind it, and mix the colors.

    Zhao Ran simply took a paintbrush, mixed some red ocher in the ink, pondered for a moment, and with a flick of his wrist, he brushed out a thick patch of ink on the white paper, and then rubbed the thick ink slightly with the center to form a thick line.  Stone shape.

    This stroke made Mingjue frown. What kind of painting was this? It was clearly the graffiti of a naughty child.  Abbot Zhicheng next to him was also slightly disappointed, but still looked at Zhao Ran with a smile as he continued to scribble on the paper.

    "Zhao Ran's whole body seemed to be following the brush, moving back and forth across the paper.  After watching for a while, Mingjue suddenly had the illusion that the adult donor seemed to be integrated with the pen. He was the pen and the pen was him.

    After a while, Zhao Ran completed the painting.  I saw a goshawk standing on a stubborn rock with its head raised upward.  No matter whether it is a stubborn stone or a goshawk, there are only a few strokes, not delicate and round at all, not like it at all!

    Mingjue wanted to say a few jokes to save Zhao Ran from embarrassment, but he was stunned when he looked at this simple painting. He felt that this goshawk seemed to have a spirit, and the aloofness revealed in its form actually made people feel  An indescribable sense of tragedy.

    After reading for a long time, the old abbot looked at his master Zhicheng. He squinted his eyes for a long time and sighed, "What kind of painting method is this?"

    "Splash ink freehand brushwork, the mountain guest said he painted it for fun, and it is not in the eyes of the Fang family."

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