It's still evening
It’s not dark yet.
It is entirely possible to reach Caotang Temple before dark.
Just go.
Zhuang Zhou was driving the Ural, and Cui Yu was sitting on the back of the motorcycle.
The guards led the way and the group headed out of the city.
Thirty miles, in modern terms, is just a matter of a few steps on the accelerator.
Many people commute more than 15 kilometers to and from get off work every day.
But this was in ancient times, due to the flatness of the roads and the limitations of transportation.
15 kilometers is not a long distance.
Until 7:30 in the evening.
The sky was gradually getting dark.
Zhuang Zhou and others finally arrived at Caotang Temple.
As soon as he entered the temple, Zhuang Zhou saw a young man painting a huge mural.
The Maitreya Buddha in the picture is lifelike and smiling.
It gives people a feeling of saving all living beings and being compassionate.
When the young man saw Zhuang Zhou and others coming in, he did not stop what he was doing.
He just smiled and nodded, telling them to do as they pleased.
It was obvious that he only regarded Zhuang Zhou and others as tourists who came here for sightseeing.
Zhuang Zhou walked up to the mural and observed it carefully.
The Maitreya Buddha in the painting has smooth lines and bright colors. It is truly a masterpiece!
When I was in college, I studied architectural design.
Zhuang Zhou also learned about many schools of painting.
I have learned about ancient landscape paintings and Dunhuang murals.
Marvel at the wisdom and talent of the ancients.
Now that he has seen it with his own eyes, Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but sigh:
"This mural is so lifelike, it gives people a sense of peace and tranquility, and it makes people feel respectful!"
At this time.
Cui Yu looked at the mural and also admired it:
"Yes, the Maitreya Buddha in this painting seems to be about to step out, making people want to bow down and worship him."
Zhuang Zhou looked at the mural, thoughtfully.
Such beautiful strokes should be seen by more people.
Especially people in later generations.
We need to let them know how many magnificent paintings our ancestors left us with just simple brushes and materials.
Of course, this was just a thought in Zhuang Zhou's mind.
I'm just afraid that this mural will really be brought back to the modern era.
It must be a cultural relic!
However, even if they are cultural relics, they cannot be used to make money.
But at least the world can see it.
Zhuang Zhou also thinks it is a very meaningful thing.
Okay!
Let’s talk about this later!
At this time, night fell.
The lights in the temple gradually lit up.
The young man continued to work for a while, but he felt that it was a little difficult to see clearly.
Only then did he stop writing and stop creating.
Zhuang Zhou then slowly walked over, looked at the young man and asked:
"Excuse me, are you Yuchi Yiseng?"
The young man didn't seem to expect that the young man in front of him actually knew his name.
He nodded and said, "I am Yuchi Yiseng. May I ask who you are?"
Damn it!
Really found it.
And Zhuang Zhou discovered that this boy was very young.
Probably in his early twenties.
Maybe he is about the same age as me.
But speaking of it, this guy's talent is far beyond mine!
Just looking at the painting on the wall, who would have thought that it was painted by the young man in front of us.
If only it could be preserved for more than a thousand years.
This will be a painting that will shock the world.
It is also the source of strength of national culture.
"My name is Zhuang Zhou. I'm the owner of Zhuang's Grocery Store in Chang'an West Market. I came here specifically to see you tonight."
As he spoke, Zhuang Zhou became a little excited.
Acting like a little fan meeting a big star:
"Master Yuchi Yiseng, I admire you so much!
Could you please draw a picture for me?"
Oh my god!
So direct!
Cui Yu was a little speechless.
In his heart, Zhuang Zhou, the great poet, is his idol.
But now his idol's behavior made him a little overwhelmed.
This is very damaging to our image!
But for Yuchi Yiseng, it was a bit embarrassing.
He is only twenty-two years old this year, and he is suddenly called a master?
He doesn't think he is a master at all!
"Ahem...Mr. Zhuang, I'm not actually a master."
"No, no, no, you are the master in my heart. I really admire you."
As he spoke, he pointed at the writing on the wall and said:
"You were able to paint these murals single-handedly. A thousand years from now, they will all bear witness to the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty. They are priceless treasures you leave to future generations!"
Zhuang Zhou's words left both Yuchi Yiseng and Cui Yu a little confused.
This guy speaks in a really strange way.
After another round of straightforward (liu), straightforward (xu), and unyielding (pai), A (ma) praise.
Zhuang Zhou pleaded again:
"Master Yuchi Yiseng, I really want you to paint a picture for me. You can pay any price!"
Yuchi Yiseng looked up at Zhuang Zhou.
He looked at Cui Yu behind him and said with a smile:
"Since you are Mr. Cui's friend, I agree to your request. As for the money, I won't take a penny."
Yuchi Yiseng's words were very convincing.
He seems to be indifferent to money.
Okay!
As long as you agree to it, that's fine.
Zhuang Zhou thought that when he got the painting, he would bring him something as a reward.
Anyway, you can't ask for it for free.
"I wonder what kind of painting Master Zhuang wants?"
"Wait a minute, I'm ready."
Think of this.
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