Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 467 The godfather is here
Ci Xiang glanced at Uncle Yao in embarrassment: "Ah, this...or maybe it was fabricated by a boring meddler out of thin air...Even if this is the case, now that the Dragon Canon is gone, the power of the Feng Shui Bureau should also be greatly reduced It's..."

Even you dare not say that you are dead!Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao looked at each other with a look of sudden realization.

Cixiang quickly changed the subject: "The building in front is the scripture library."

"The Tibetan scripture building was built in the 17th year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty. It has a hard mountain roof, a brick and wood structure building, and eight rafter houses are supported back and forth, with five pillars and five rooms wide."

"The Ming Dynasty is a hall, enshrining the dragon collection given by the imperial court, and stored in the scripture cabinet carved with the picture of the five-clawed dragon and auspicious clouds."

"The second room is a monk's house for monks to study scriptures."

The open room of this scripture building should be seldom opened. When Ci Xiang opened the door, a cool breath came out from the deep room.

Uncle Yao was taken aback, thinking that this place is not Yi Yu, he lost his mind today and didn't bring the patriarch's ink fountain, so it's better not to go in.

She said with a blushing smile, "The bean curd rice is full of water, I'm going to relieve it..."

Abandoning Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao and running away.

Cixiang led Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao into the open room, where the furnishings were very simple, just some futons.

However, the carvings and paintings on the beams, columns and fans in the hall are all drama characters and story paintings. Not to mention the vivid shapes, they also have the typical artistic characteristics of Sichuan opera facial makeup.

Zhou Zhi couldn't help being amused again, this Nima was supposed to be a place for serious study, just like Jiachuan Middle School, but instead of Confucius, Mencius and Aristotle, the poster on the wall of the liberal arts class in Class [-] of Senior Two 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 of morality.

But it's hard to say that the monks in the temple didn't like to study before, so they had to praise: "These operas and paintings are also exquisite, Tingting must like it..."

On the next floor, the room was even smaller, surrounded by large carved camphor wood cabinets, Zhou Zhi opened it, and found that there were still piles of raw paper inside.

"These are wordless scriptures?" Zhou Zhi was speechless about the legends about the Sutra Pavilion in Fawang Temple, and it was clear that they were Shengxuan books that hadn't been cut yet!
"Well..." Xiang Ci's old face couldn't help turning red: "The legend is a bit exaggerated."

Zhou Zhi looked at the rice paper in the room, and murmured, "No matter what, the paper for Tuo Hu Dharma King Kong..."

The things to be done can't be finished in a short while. Today's harvest is already rich enough. The monks go to bed early, so it's not easy to disturb people's daily life.

Fawang Temple also has monks who come to place orders on a daily basis, and lay Buddhists who come to practice and study. It is not a problem to arrange accommodation and meals, so Zhou Zhi and the three lived in the temple honestly.

Cixiang didn't feel that the three of them were being rude, on the contrary, he felt more at ease in his heart, thinking about the six small cups in his house, there must be something going on.

In the next few days, Zhou Zhi and his brother-in-law spent interviews and collections, took photos and rubbed prints, inquired and recorded allusions of previous characters, surrounding mountains, rivers, roads, place names and villages, and so on.

When the blacksmith, stonemason and mason arrived, Zhou Zhi even went to listen to the renovation plan, which made Xiang Ci feel that the child was very considerate.

"Amitabha, Amitabha, don't blame all the mighty ones for offending you." Zhou Zhi and Yi brother took bamboo sticks and tied them into "brush handles", and were about to strike at the stupas of the eminent monks.

In the past few days, Zhouzhi has used the large amount of rice paper left by the Buddhist scriptures pavilion to start rubbing various inscriptions, bas-relief bricks, wooden doors and other facilities in the temple. Up to now, it has basically been completed, and only the biographies of the eminent monks in front of the pagoda are left. .

Master Qiao was a little speechless about Zhou Zhi's behavior, so he directly dipped the handle of the brush into the bucket and dipped it in water, and brushed off the mud, dirt and moss marks on the pagoda over the years.

"Elbow—wood—look who's coming—" A kindly excited voice came from down the hillside.

The two turned their heads, only to see Ci Xiang leading a middle-aged man with a short crew cut and a thick build walking towards this side. The lion nose could tell at a glance that it was Wu Lingjun who had arrived.

"Hey, my dad." Master Qiao asked, "What is he doing here?"

"Blindly guess the money, and then don't worry about my eyesight, come and have a look."

"He hasn't noticed it after staying in Erli Township for so many years, but now he can see it?" Master Qiao's mouth is not lenient at all just because he is his father.

"Humans, you still have to learn and improve..." Zhou Zhi's old-fashioned air was full of vicious comments.

When the two elders approached, Zhou Zhi and Master Qiao immediately became like cats: "Dad!" "Godfather!"

"What are you doing?"

"We are going to clean the spiritual pagodas of the eminent monks, and then rub their inscriptions."

"I've done a good job in the past few days." The godfather frowned, and after thinking about it, he should praise the two children first: "It's not enough to just rubbings, have you taken all the photos?"

"I took all the photos, and even taught Master Cixiang."

"No, no..." Master Cixiang waved his hands again and again: "I just played around with the video recorder and recorded an evening class..."

Then, after enjoying himself for half the night, Zhou Zhi silently added the second half of the sentence in his heart.

"Then get on with the work, together."

The stele rubbings are actually not complicated. Don't look at the inscriptions on the pagoda in the deep mountains. The calligraphy on several pieces is quite interesting.

Except for Monk Wu, the biography of the remaining seventeen eminent monks, put together in one place, is a history of the rise and fall of Fawang Temple.

Therefore, a total of three copies have been extended, one will be kept in the temple, one will be received by the cultural center as an archive, and one will be collected by Zhou Zhi himself.

But Zhou Zhi has only learned to frame calligraphy and painting now, and his hands are itching, all these will be taken to Jiachuan, where they will eventually be made into exquisite stele rubbing albums, with brocade seal tooth locks, and sent back to Fawang Temple as a gift.

Back at the dormitory next to the Sutra Pavilion, Zhou Zhi put his things away, and using a thin bamboo stick as a baton, he said to Wu Lingjun, "Godfather, we visited some places around recently and interviewed local farmers and monks. I roughly circled a few places..."

"Wait a while!" Godfather unbuttoned his clothes, "It's so hot..."

"Yes, this day is not suitable for wearing a coat..."

"Am I wearing a coat? I'm covering my waist!" The godfather took another cloth bag from his waist, unraveled the thread, and took out five stacks of bills, all of which were green one hundred yuan: " Your fourth cousin knew that I was coming, and asked me to bring it here, saying that you brokered a business here?"

"Yes, two sets of cups, three cups from the Yongzheng Dynasty."

When Cixiang took out the cup, the godfather frowned even more: "So small? This is... a cup in half? Why is it so expensive? I remember that the Qianlong pastel plate was only more than 2000. There are ten or twenty cups like this."

Ci Xiang suddenly felt that everyone was not well, and looked at Zhou Zhi anxiously: "Elbow..."

(End of this chapter)