Chapter 468 The godfather is here
Cixiang glanced at Uncle Yao awkwardly: "Ah, well... maybe it was just made up by boring meddlesome people... Even so, now the Dragon Tibetan Scripture It’s gone, so the power of the Feng Shui Bureau should be greatly reduced..."
Even you don’t dare to say it’s dead! Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao looked at each other with expressions of sudden realization.
Cixiang quickly changed the subject: "The building in front is the Sutra Collection Building."
"The Sutra Collection Building was built in the 17th year of Guangxu's reign in the Qing Dynasty. It has a hard gable roof, brick and wood The structure of the building is built with eight rafters supporting the front and rear, with five columns and a width of five rooms."
"The bright room is the hall, where the imperial-gifted dragon collection is enshrined and stored in a sutra cabinet with a picture of a five-clawed dragon and auspicious clouds."
"The second room is a monk's house for monks to study scriptures."< br>
The bright room of this Buddhist scripture building should rarely be opened. When Cixiang opened the door, a cool breath came from the deep room.
Uncle Yao was startled, thinking that this place was not easy to come by. Today he had lost his mind and didn't bring the ancestor's ink fountain with him, so it would be better not to go in.
Nan smiled and said: "There is a lot of water in the bean curd and rice, I will go and relieve myself..."
He left Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao behind and ran away.
Cixiang led Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao into the bright room. The furnishings here were very simple, just some futons.
However, the carvings and paintings on the beams, pillars and fans in the hall are all drama characters and stories. Not only are the shapes vivid, but they also have the typical artistic characteristics of Sichuan Opera facial makeup.
Zhou Zhi couldn't help but be amused again. This place was supposed to be a place for serious study, just like Jiachuan Middle School. But it turned out that what was posted on the wall of the liberal arts class of Class 1, Grade 2 was not Confucius, Mencius, or Aristotle. , but it’s just a Hollywood blockbuster poster. Can you believe it? !
Fortunately, it is Middle-earth. If this was Europe in the Middle Ages, it would have been burned a hundred times by defenders.
However, it was difficult to tell clearly that the monk in the temple did not like to study before, so he could only praise: "These dramas and paintings are also exquisite, Tingting will definitely like it..."
When he went up to the next floor, the room was even smaller. It was surrounded by a large camphor wood cabinet with carved patterns. Zhou Zhi opened it and found that there were still stacks of raw-edged paper inside.
“These are the Wordless Heavenly Books?” Zhou Zhi was speechless about the legend of the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of Fawang Temple. This was clearly the kind that had not yet been cut open by Sheng Xuan!
"Well..." Cixiang's old face couldn't help but blush: "The legend is a bit exaggerated."
Zhou Zhi looked at a room full of rice paper and murmured: "No matter what Yes, the paper for developing the Dharma Protector Vajra is available..."
There is so much to do in a short while, and today's harvest is rich enough. The monks go to bed early, so it is not easy to disrupt other people's daily lives.
Fawang Temple also has monks who come to pay orders every day, and lay people who come to practice and study. It is not a problem to arrange accommodation and meals, so the three of Zhou Zhi stayed in the temple without any courtesy.
Cixiang didn't feel that the three of them were rude at all. Instead, he felt more at ease, thinking that his six small cups must be really good.
In the next few days, I spent time with my adopted brother doing interviews, taking photos and rubbings, inquiring and recording stories about people from the past, the surrounding mountains and roads, the names of places and villages, and so on.
While waiting for the blacksmith, mason, and mason to arrive, Zhou Zhi even went to listen to the renovation plan, which made Ci Xiang feel that the child was very interested.
"Amitabha, Amitabha, don't blame me for offending all the mighty masters." Zhou Zhi and his sworn brother took bamboo sticks tied into "brush handles" and prepared to attack the spiritual pagodas of the eminent monks.
In the past few days, Zhou Zhi has used the large amount of rice paper left by the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to start rubbing various inscriptions, bas-relief brickwork, wooden doors and other facilities in the temple. By now, they have basically been completed, with only the remaining Biography of eminent monks in front of the pagoda.
Master Qiao was a little speechless at Zhou Zhi's behavior. He directly put the brush handle into the bucket and dipped it in water to brush away the dirt and moss marks on the tower over the years.
"Elbow - wood - look who's coming -" Ci Xiang's excited voice came from down the hillside. The two of them turned around, only to see Ci Xiang walking towards them with a middle-aged man with a short crew cut and a sturdy build. One look at the lion's nose showed that it was Wu Lingjun who had arrived.
"Hey, my dad." Mr. Qiao asked: "What is he here for?"
"Bind guessing to give money, and then don't worry about my judgment, come and have a look."
" He hasn't noticed it after staying in Erli Township for so many years, but now he can tell it?" Mr. Qiao's mouth is not at all lenient just because he is his father.
“People still have to learn and make progress...” Zhou Zhi’s pretentious old-fashioned attitude was full of vicious comments.
When the two elders approached, Zhou Zhi and Mr. Qiao immediately became like obedient cats: "Dad!" "Godfather!"
"What are you doing?"
"We are going to clean the spiritual pagodas of eminent monks, and then print their stele legends."
"What happened these days You did a good job." The godfather frowned and thought about praising the two children first: " Isn’t it okay to just take rubbings? All the photos have been taken?”
“All the photos have been taken, and Master Cixiang has taught them all.”
“No, no…” Master Cixiang waved his hands: "I just played with the video recorder and recorded an evening class..."
Then he admired himself for half the night, and Zhou Zhi silently added the second half of the sentence in his mind.
"Then let's continue working, together."
The stele rubbing is actually not complicated. Don't look at it, it is just the inscription of a spiritual pagoda in the mountains. It has the same regular calligraphy and neat handwriting, and there are several pieces. The calligraphy on it is quite interesting.
Except Monk Wu, there are seventeen other eminent monks’ biographies, which together form a history of the rise and fall of Fawang Temple.
Therefore, a total of three copies were made, one to be left in the temple, one to be received in the cultural center as an archive, and one to be collected by myself.
But Zhou Zhi has only now learned how to frame calligraphy and paintings, and his hands are itching. All these will be taken to Jiachuan. They will eventually be made into exquisite stele rubbings and albums, added with brocade seals and tooth locks, and sent back to Fawang Temple as gifts.
Back in the dormitory next to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, Zhou Zhi put his things away, used a thin bamboo stick as a baton, and said to Wu Lingjun: "Godfather, we have visited some places around recently and conducted interviews. I visited local farmers and monks and roughly circled a few places..."
"Wait a moment!" The godfather unbuttoned his clothes: "It's so hot..."
< br>"Yes, it's not a good day to wear a coat..."
"Am I wearing a coat? I'm covering my waist!" The godfather took another cloth bag from his waist and put it on The thread was taken apart, and five stacks of bills were taken out, all of which were large green green bills of one hundred yuan: "Your fourth cousin knew that I was coming over, so he asked me to bring them specifically. Is it because you facilitated a business here? ”
"Yes, two sets of cups, more than three cups from the Yongzheng Dynasty."
When Ci Xiang took out the cups, the godfather frowned even more: "So small? This is... one or two halves. A cup? Why is it so expensive? I remember that the Qianlong pastel plate only costs two. There are more than a thousand cups, so I can place ten or twenty cups like this."
Cixiang suddenly felt that he was not feeling well, and looked at Zhou Zhi helplessly: "Elbow..."
(End of this chapter)