"Master Zhuang, please appreciate it!"
Yuchi Yiseng said this, and did not forget to explain to Zhuang Zhou:
"After I made these adjustments, the overall layout of the picture became more appropriate."
Zhuang Zhou also studied painting in college.
However, most of the buildings are drawn with pen.
Most of the paintings are sketches.
Of course, I also use colored pencils and markers to color.
As for watercolors, he painted very little.
Not to mention Chinese paintings like this.
So he has no ability to appreciate it at all.
Apart from one sentence 'Wow, this is so beautiful'.
There is nothing else to say.
Zhuang Zhou didn't bother Yuchi Yiseng anymore.
Just let him paint alone.
He was watching from the side.
He carefully examined Yuchi Yiseng's writing and expressed admiration from time to time.
He also discussed some Buddhist teachings with the young monk Bian Ji.
In the evening, Zhuang Zhou had a vegetarian meal in the temple.
Yuchi Yiseng hurried back to continue painting.
Now that Zhuang Zhou was guarding by his side, Yuchi Yiseng naturally understood why he came.
This is the supervisor!
Therefore, Yuchi Yiseng only thought about painting more before dark.
Zhuang Zhou went to the toilet and then decided to take a walk around Caotang Temple.
By the way, learn about Caotang Temple.
When he arrived at the front yard, Zhuang Zhou found that many students had gathered in the yard.
They were dressed differently, but all looked intently at the books in their hands.
What these students showed was their thirst for knowledge.
Zhuang Zhou asked Xiao Bianji and found out that they were all students from all over the country.
Prepare to take part in the imperial examination to be held in Chang'an next year.
But because accommodation in Chang'an City was too expensive, they simply could not afford it.
Caotang Temple became their best place.
Because there is a college here.
There are many bookshelves filled with various books.
It mainly consists of classics, history, philosophy and literature, but there are also some works on poetry, calligraphy, painting, medicine, etc.
The most important thing is that oil lamps are lit in Caotang Temple at night.
For students, it is simply a temple of study.
Zhuang Zhou observed quietly for a while and couldn't help but sigh.
The conditions for studying in ancient times were really difficult.
Many people couldn't even light an oil lamp.
After a while, an elderly monk came in.
He was dressed in a cassock and had a serious expression, giving people a sense of majesty.
Seeing this, Bian Ji said to Zhuang Zhou:
"Donor, this is the abbot of Caotang Temple, my master, Master Daoyue."
Zhuang Zhou hurried forward and saluted.
After a few greetings.
I only heard Zhuang Zhou say:
"Master Daoyue, I would like to donate some money to Caotang Temple."
Master Dao Yue smiled slightly.
His eyes revealed a sense of relief, and he said:
"Well done, the donor's action is truly a blessing for Caotang Temple.
On behalf of Caotang Temple, I would like to thank you for your great kindness and generosity."
Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly:
"Master Daoyue, thank you for your compliment. This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope this can provide some help to the students of Caotang Temple. After all, I also respect scholars."
Master Dao Yue nodded:
"Don't worry, Caotang Temple will make good use of this money to create better learning conditions for the students."
Then.
Master Dao Yue invited Zhuang Zhou to the Zen room to sit for a while, drink tea and chat.
Zhuang Zhou readily agreed and followed Master Dao Yue to the Zen room.
In the Zen room.
Zhuang Zhou talked a lot with Master Dao Yue about Buddhism, life and the history of Caotang Temple.
Master Dao Yue was indeed knowledgeable and talented, which made Zhuang Zhou deeply admire him.
As the sun sets, the light in the Zen room gradually dims.
The students in the temple are still studying diligently.
At this time, Zhuang Zhou bid farewell to Master Dao Yue.
He found Banji and got a pot of tea, then quickly walked to the side yard.
At this time, Yuchi Yiseng was still painting at his desk.
Zhuang Zhou brought a pot of freshly brewed tea and gently placed it on the table beside Yuchi Yiseng.
"Brother Yuchi, have some tea before continuing."
Yuchi Yiseng smiled and nodded, picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.
Then he looked at Zhuang Zhou and said:
"Brother Zhuang, it's getting late. I may not be able to finish my painting tonight."
"No! I'll stay with you tonight and you must finish the painting. You can't go to bed until you finish it."
“…”
Yuchi Yiseng smacked his lips.
Brother Zhuang has such a cruel heart!
But he did have a secret.
As night fell, the light was too dim and he couldn't see clearly.
This will greatly affect his painting.
Wait until Yuchi Yiseng tells his reasons.
Zhuang Zhou smiled and said:
"Don't worry, I've got the lights ready."
It was almost dark by this time.
Zhuang Zhou felt that it was time to take out the solar desk lamp and use it.
Helped move everything into the house.
Only then did Zhuang Zhou take out the solar desk lamp.
Under Yuchi Yiseng's gaze, Zhuang Zhou pressed the switch.
There was only a clicking sound.
Follow.
The bright light enveloped the whole area.
Suddenly the whole room was lit up.
"Huh? This... is too bright, isn't it?"
Facing the lights as bright as day.
Yuchi Yiseng was shocked beyond words.
On weekdays, after dark, he would use oil lamps to help him paint.
But I can't draw for even a moment.
My eyes feel extremely sore and swollen.
In the end, I had to give up.
But now the light in front of me is not only bright.
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