Divine Reverence

Chapter 1 Ye's Painter
In the first year of the Taiwei Dynasty, the ancient city of Yubei was full of bustling streets and traffic.In today's world it is called victory.

At this time, on the north cliff of Wuzhou Mountain in the western suburb of the ancient city, there are countless caves on the stone wall. There are all kinds of strange shapes, and some of them have become mottled.There is an ancient spring at the foot of the mountain. The ancient spring water is as clear as a mirror. In the center of the pool, there is a spring water drilled through several holes in the sand and stones, gushing upwards. It looks like boiling water in a pot, tumbling endlessly. Cold to the bone, warm and bathing in winter and spring.The ancient spring is close to the hills in the north, with lush forests and bamboos, clear springs and weeping willows, and the scenery is beautiful.

Usually, there are few people here, and there are only four small villages nearby, living by the mountains and by the water.And on the first or fifteenth day of the lunar new year, many people from the main city in the distance will come here to burn incense and worship, and it is very lively.

There are four small villages with three surnamed families, namely Ye, He and Zhang.

The He surname is a local family that has developed to the present. It has the largest population and power. The Zhang surname makes a living by chiseling caves.The surname Ye is engaged in mural painting.

A boy of about eleven or twelve years old was wearing a light blue dress with small plain flowers on it. Due to long-term wearing and washing, the original color of the clothes has faded a lot, and it is almost white.The boy combed his hair in a double bun, with two strands of black hair hanging around his ears.The small mouth is slightly open, a pair of small ears with ancient patterns on them, and a wreath chain with ancient bronze patterns on his neck, as he walks, it keeps shaking by his ears, reflecting the sun, flashing brilliance.He was carrying a package at this time, his little face flushed a little, like a peach blossom blooming.No matter how you look at it, you look like a girl.

When I came to the foot of Wuzhou Mountain, I looked up.The rocks on the mountain wall are ferocious, and there are many strange rocks.At this time, a cave of [-] meters on one side was dug out on the cliff.

"Grandpa, it's time to eat. Wen'er has brought you food." The little man shouted as if on a mountain.

Soon an old face appeared from the cave on the mountain wall.The old man with a yellowish complexion and protruding cheekbones turned to the boy, "Wen'er, you are here!"

"Grandpa, you don't need to come down, I'll go up and give it to you." The boy shook the package in his hand.Lifting the hem of his clothes with one hand, he stomped his feet vigorously, his body was already in the air, his eyes saw a protruding rock, his right foot lightly tapped on it, and he straightened his body again, doing this three times before he landed in the cave where the old man was.

"Wen'er, you don't have to work so hard, I'll just go down." The old man felt very sorry for this grandson. The child has been weak since he was a child, his body is weak, and his skills are not good. He is 14 years old and looks like ten years old. The grandson's hair, the love in his eyes.

"Grandpa, I'm not tired, I can do it, you see I can come up by myself this time."The little face was full of smiles. It took him a long time to climb the mountain wall of more than ten meters.

"Grandpa, eat it, it will be cold in a while, this is what mom just made for you."The boy walked behind the old man, stretched out his small fist, and tapped the old man's back lightly.He saw that grandpa was very tired, and his face was full of exhaustion.

The old man's surname is Ye, his first name is Tianlin, and he is a painter of the Ye family.He and Ye Tianming, another painter of the Ye family, were responsible for the murals of this small cave.Not long ago, Ouyang's family, a big family in the city, just donated funds to paint "The Transformation of the Medicine Master's Sutra" here to leave merits and serve Buddhas and become immortals.The Ye family accepted the business, and he and Ye Tianming were in charge of this small cave, and some members of the Ye family were in charge of other cave paintings.

The Ye family is in this area, especially the most famous for its mural paintings. It is said that Ye Xiaoyu, the ancestor of the Ye family, accepted the appointment of the Holy Buddha and came here to leave "The Change of the Western Pure Land". Buluo, like the Buddha's real body coming, is known as the god's hand, and it is famous for a while, and it will be sung throughout the ages. Therefore, the Ye family has taken root here for thousands of years.Working as a painter for a living, Ye Wenji beat his grandfather's back, and his eyes began to look at this small cave. This is a cave about 1.5 meters. They are now in the outer cave, and there is an inner cave inside.There are some oil paints in the cave.Brushes, rags.There was still a little water in a broken clay pot.

Ye Wenji walked over, held the pot in his hand, and squatted in front of Ye Tianlin.

"Grandpa, drink water." Xiao Wenji felt a little sad when he saw his grandpa's lips cracked.

The "good" old man looked at his grandson, it's a pity, if he hadn't been in poor health since he was a child, and his body was weaker than a girl's, his skills would not be so bad, and he would not be able to take on the important responsibilities of the family.Perhaps their life will be better. Looking at the coarse cloth clothes on the grandson, they have lost their color and have been worn for too long. The child does not grow very much. He is obviously 14 years old, but he is so short.

Think about everything that the family has received in the past few years. If they hadn’t grown old, if their son hadn’t fallen off a cliff while painting a cave last time, and if Wen Ji’s skills could have been higher, they wouldn’t have become what they are now. The family is old and weak. Sick and disabled, had to endure to live.

The old man ate in silence.He lowered his head not wanting his grandson to see how hard he was.

Ye Wenji's mother is a thin, fair-skinned woman who works non-stop every day. Since her husband passed away, she and her son and father-in-law have depended on each other for life. When she has time, she will also teach her son exercises. In order to facilitate painting on the cave, People in the Ye family have been practicing martial arts for generations, so that they can strengthen their bodies and benefit their work.The ancestors left the "Shujin Jing" and its heart method "Baolan Qingxin Mantra".

Ye Wenji started to learn since he was three years old, and he has only practiced the second level of "Shu Jin Jing", and "Baolan Qingxin Mantra" has just stepped into the fifth level, because he can only come up through small holes. I don't know how many high places, the general big holes are all high on the upper wall.

Ye Wenji put the clay pot filled with water in front of Ye Tianlin, and he walked towards the inner cave. This was his first time entering, and he wanted to see the murals painted by his grandfather.

In the cave, because of painting, the rock walls have been painted and scratched, and some places have been painted with a thin layer of background color.

The medicine master Buddha sitting in the middle of the rock wall in the cave is wearing a cassock, with his chest exposed. The rest of the Bodhisattvas and generals are all dressed in broad robes like scholar-bureaucrats, looking handsome and unrestrained.The faces of Medicine Buddha, Sunlight Bodhisattva, and Moonlight Bodhisattva are as round as the full moon, with benevolent brows and kind eyes. The wrinkles of the clothes are natural and vivid;The Bodhisattva on the right is only partially outlined with lines, and the right hand and clothes of the Bodhisattva are not drawn. It seems that Grandpa will take a few days to complete this cave painting.

"It's so beautiful, it's great, grandpa is grandpa, and the paintings are really good." Ye Wenji was born in a family of painters, and he can still see the expressive techniques, colors, character layouts, and details of mural paintings. Only grandpa's hands can After drawing such a good mural, Ye Wenji stood quietly in front of the mural, quietly thinking about his grandfather's brushwork and the details.He showed an amazing talent for painting since he was a child.When I was seven or eight years old, some people thought it was drawn by adults.

(End of this chapter)