Chapter 72 The Place Where the Clay Statue Was Repaired
072 The place where the clay statues were repaired
Xiang Jiannan didn't come to his senses all the way.
When Wang and his entourage's carriage dropped them off at the gate of Ping'an Temple, he was still analyzing what was going on with the Falun Dafa monk.
The journey was long and no one had ever thought it would end so quickly. They simply knocked out an old man with a long beard after entering the door, and that was the end of their help.
In the following time, Li Jin first sent him and the Dafa monk back to the inn, and then called the yamen runners, and a group of people went to deal with the aftermath. Only he and the Dafa monk came back together. After getting off the carriage, Wang and his party said hello and went straight to the county town.
What Young Master Li gave was really too much. If it wasn't for the money, he would have gone back to brag about it to Old Master Chen and his family a long time ago. Although he stayed in the inn afterwards, it was worth it to talk about his stay that night.
It’s not that I really want Mr. Chen’s family to give me a raise, but I just think this kind of thing is a great opportunity to improve my self-image.
He was not afraid of danger and followed the arrangements of Mr. Chen and others, and held out in a gloomy and scary house until dawn. This would be more than enough to scare those unsophisticated people in the town and would be a topic of conversation.
"You're actually slacking off behind my back!"
Xiang Jiannan knocked hard on the door of Ping'an Temple and yelled as soon as his master stuck his head out. Thinking back on it now, he only felt scared. As the matter of the long-bearded old man came to an end, that emotion began to surge in his heart.
On the way back, he and Dafa carefully analyzed the long-bearded old man's cultivation level, and finally concluded that the man was not someone they could deal with. Therefore, after seeing Gao Yu'an, he couldn't help but want to vent his anger.
I almost couldn't come back. You, an old Taoist priest, betrayed your disciple again and even refused to welcome pilgrims.
"I am praying for the ancestors' blessings for you. People in the Taoist sect should not always show their joy, anger, sorrow and happiness on their faces."
Gao Yuan raised his hand to open the two doors of the Taoist temple and said to Xiang Jiannan. He couldn't hide the mud on his hands while speaking, so he took the opportunity to wipe them on the wooden door. Seeing that his disciple was staring at his hands and wanted to say something but stopped, he suddenly realized something and reached out to his Taoist robe.
"The clay statue is cracked and can't be mended."
"Where are you wiping?"
Xiang Jiannan pulled away from Gao Yu'an's hands with disgust and walked in from the side. The only clay statue in Ping'an Temple was the one in the incense hall. How could it suddenly crack for no reason? The workmanship of the clay statue was quite delicate, and under the incense, there was no memory of it cracking in the past.
It must be that the master was lazy and accidentally offended the majesty of the ancestor. The reason why the door was closed was that he was afraid of being discovered by others. He used mud to repair it. It always sounded weird. Is the master's clay statue really hand-carved? It has something to do with the current era. From the first time he saw the master's clay statue, Xiang Jiannan realized that it was not an ordinary thing. There is only this statue in Ping'an Temple. Logically, how could a Taoist temple only worship one person? The Great Zhou Dynasty also had Taoist celebrities. From the master's words, I learned that this clay statue was not any of the so-called Three Pure Ones, but the master of the master, that is, the master's ancestor.
This made Xiang Jiannan confused for a long time. A Taoist temple only worships its own master. Is it implying something that is inconvenient to mention, such as the master's master's cultivation or status is comparable to the Three Pure Ones, or that Taoist temples in the Great Zhou Dynasty can freely worship whatever the master wants.
Because there had been no other Taoist temples to compare with for a long time, it was not until the master cleared up his doubts that Xiang Jiannan finally understood things a little bit. It was similar to the memory that the little Taoist priest had left him before. Generally speaking, it was somewhat different from everything he had come into contact with before.
There was a concept of Three Pure Ones in the Great Zhou Dynasty, but they did not occupy an absolute position like in the previous world. The Three Pure Ones in this world were only symbolic, and the records of them in any book were very consistent.
To sum it up in one sentence: The Three Pure Ones are the foundation of Taoism, and the others have no specific life stories.
There are also statues, but most of them are modeled after the appearance of the masters in Taoist temples, which are very similar to the specific appearance of God in the previous world.
Whoever wants to stand up, look like him.
"How did it become broken like this!"
Arriving at the incense hall, Xiang Jiannan walked straight to the clay statue of his master. Looking at the cracked surface, he felt a little depressed.
Master must have knocked over the clay statue of his ancestor, but on second thought, it seems unlikely.
With the tonnage of the clay statue of the master, if it fell to the ground, it would definitely break into pieces just based on its material. The current situation is not that serious, but it is indeed a bit difficult to repair it.
It's obvious that this clay statue has just been patched up a little bit, with the new and old clay layers connected. Some parts look particularly awkward, with a large patch on the eyes. Only a master can do such a thing. Although his skills are not very good, he is very courageous. Such a sacred thing has temporarily become less serious because of his operation.
"Did you do something?"
Looking at the clay statue of his master, he didn't know how to start. After Yu An entered the incense hall, Xiang Jiannan asked in a low voice.
Repairing clay statues is a technical job. Before he saw the clay statue of his master, he had the confidence to give it a try. But now that he understood the specific situation, he decided to give it a try.
The newly applied thin mud cannot blend with the old mud layer. I really don’t know why the master chose clay when he erected the statue. This kind of thing would not happen if the statue was made entirely of wood.
"It happened all of a sudden, and I don't know."
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Rubbing the dry mud on his hands, Gao Yuan approached and said helplessly, staring at the clay statue of his master for a few seconds, and finally expressed his thoughts:
"No, we can only take it to the county town for a look. I thought it would be easy to repair."
"Where is the county town?"
Hearing his master talking about the county town, Xiang Jiannan suddenly thought of Li Jin again. To be honest, he was not very willing to go into the city at the moment. He had just come back and was very tired. Before he could talk about his experience of this trip, such a big event happened in the Taoist temple.
Problems arose with the treasure of the temple when the master was left alone to guard it.
"Next to the Baofo Temple. You've been there before."
Holding the whisk in his dirty hands, Xiang Jiannan was a little confused by Gao Yu'an's words. As far as he knew, there were no shops related to craftsmen next to Baofo Temple. Although the street was so long, there were only a few buildings that could be called buildings.
Apart from the grand Baofo Temple, there are the three miserable Taoist temples. Could it be that the master was talking about the main street or the end of a street somewhere? If so, it cannot be called next to it.
"Next to the Beaufort Temple? I don't think I saw it..."
Being skeptical about what Gao Yuan said, Xiang Jiannan then thought about the street that could be called the place next to Baofo Temple. There seemed to be no beginning or end of the street. If another street was counted, it might be possible.
As a Buddhist privilege, Baofo Temple occupies half of the street in the county town. For some unknown reason, the three Taoist temples occupy the other half, preventing it from enjoying it alone.
"Those three Taoist temples are where the clay statue of our master was brought back from."
Raising his hand to wipe the clay statue a few times, Gao Yuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "If they see the clay statue of our master in this state, I'm afraid they will laugh at me. Let's wait and see about the restoration. We can handle it properly at Ping'an Temple."
(End of this chapter)