The temple is often associated with temple fairs and is therefore often one of the city's most prosperous places.

The same is true of Tonghe's City God Temple, and Xu Wen rushed to catch up with a coincidence, what festival is it today, the people here are crowded like cream about to flow down the cake, and the top decoration is the City God Temple itself.

Will Fang Fan be here?

Xu Wen hesitated, but still squeezed in with the flow of people.

After all, Tonghe is a big city, and there are also a lot of people, so the feeling here is completely different from when Yu Shui released the list.

The smiles on people's faces are more relaxed and casual, and the clothes are not only gorgeous, but also obviously add more decoration.

There are a lot of shops and itinerant vendors around, and they are mixed together in a kind of conventional, and people walk back and forth in it, as if it is not much different from a modern pedestrian street.

The flow of people is very slow, which is immutable to manpower.

Xu Wen tried a few times, and finally relaxed, and slowly walked forward with the others, and more mundane scenery of this world was also included in his eyes.

Head oil, fat powder, fruity aroma, smoke ...... All sorts of scents mingled around him, and the sounds of bargaining, children's cries, and calls for friends filled the space around him.

The sun fell, the shadow of the cloth shirt and silk robe swept through the stall, and his five senses tried their best to paint the world to him.

After a long time, Xu Wen finally came to the City God Temple, and when he looked up through the crowd, the whole person was stunned.

In modern times, he has also been to the City God Temple, among which there are many well-repaired fireworks and vigorous fireworks, but there is a little bit of the flavor of the folk scenic spot, and all the souvenirs sold in the stall shop seem to be wholesaled from Yiwu.

It's different here.

It is difficult for Xu Wen to describe the difference, but the difference is real.

Maybe it was the contrast between this building and the other buildings around it, maybe it was the eyes and expressions of people when they gazed at it, maybe it was something contained in the building itself, when Xu Wen looked at it, a sense of solemnity and sacred majesty came from above, and his whole mind was intimidated into it.

At that moment, he even felt the awe of people looking up to the gods.

The feeling lasted for a while before disappearing. Xu Wen quickly calmed down, looked at it with scrutinizing eyes, and stepped forward step by step.

The city god is an interesting kind of god, it is the god of the underworld, but it has an inseparable relationship with the yang.

In terms of position, it is equivalent to the mayor of the underworld stationed in the underworld, but it is often recognized by the local people as a famous minister or hero, and sometimes it is divided by the emperor.

Compared with the gods in myths and legends, it has more pyrotechnics, and its relationship with ordinary people seems to be much closer.

The city god protects the place, represents people's reverence and worship of nature, and is a very important and rich god.

Therefore, the architecture of the City God Temple often contains many elements, and Tong and this one are the same.

There is a pair of huge stone lions in front of the door, one is tilting his head and stepping on the hydrangea, and the other is looking up to the sky with angry eyes.

The lintel is full of dazzling colors, all kinds of carvings, wood carvings, stone carvings, and brick carvings.

Xu Wen originally came to look for someone, but he was unconsciously attracted by these carvings, and began to stroll while looking intently.

The styles of these carvings are very different, and there are also obvious differences in time, and it is clear that they were not made by the same person.

Xu Wen can imagine that since its establishment, craftsmen from all over the world have carved a piece of work each as a congratulatory gift here.

Needless to say, the level of the craftsman who can put the work here is definitely not enough, and almost every carving has its subtlety.

The more Xu Wen looked at it, the more fascinated he became, and he almost forgot what he was here for.

Suddenly, he paused, and a familiar wood carving came into his eyes.

The wood carving was familiar, but he had never seen the carving.

It is carved like a scene from a play, a scholar wandering around the room, his face full of sorrow, the scroll resting on a table on one side, a piece of paper spread out beside it, and a shadow on it.

Outside the window, there was a girl dressed as a ring, who seemed to be holding something in her hand. She was spotted by the neighbor's dog, who was barking at her, frightening her into discoloration.

The picture is very vivid, the scene is rich, Xu Wen is not familiar with the drama, but these contents alone can make up a story.

This style is all too familiar to him, and it is the work of Sun Boran when he was young!

From a certain point of view, this is the City God Temple, and such a beautiful and amorous story seems to be a little out of place here, but for some reason, it appears here with a sense of naturalness, as if all this is normal.

When Xu Wen looked at the two albums painted by Sun Boran last night, he still felt that it was only the difference between the old and new styles. But now looking at his masterpieces when he was young—they will be placed here, of course, the works he is proud of—and suddenly I can understand why Lian Tianqing dislikes the current Sun Boran very much, and loves him in the past.

This kind of vivid spirituality is so rare that Xu Wen rarely sees it in other people's works.

He stared at the wood carving for a long time before reluctantly leaving to see something else.

Step by step, he gradually approached the plaque on the front of the City God Temple.

After a moment, he stopped abruptly and looked up at the wood carving next to the plaque, and his whole mind was completely drawn to it.

Stratus clouds are dense, and lightning flashes pass between the clouds. Accompanied by wisps of clouds and lightning was a dragon.

It doesn't show the whole picture, only a few scales and claws, but the more it is, the more it feels huge, like heaven and earth itself.

Xu Wen realized its author as soon as he saw it-

Sun Boran is still his, and it is his latest work!

This wood carving is very large, and according to preliminary estimates, it is about three zhang high and nearly two zhang wide.

It is precisely because of such a huge size that its momentum is extraordinarily majestic, and it is simply intimidating.

However, at this time, Xu Wen noticed another point.

One of the problems that craftsmen often face when creating large-scale works is the conflict between vision and proportion.

How can you keep a large-scale work out of your field of vision stable and not deformed, and maintain the shape it should have when it was created?

Sun Boran has done a very successful job in this work.

It's so huge, but when you break it down, each part of it is very stable, and together they form such a whole.

In such a large-scale creation, Sun Boran still maintains a strong overall planning and calculation ability, which is definitely beyond the level of ordinary craftsmen, and it is also something he couldn't do when he was young!

If you think about it from another angle, now that he is a royal craftsman, there must be many opportunities to preside over such large-scale work.

In addition to the change in his personal aesthetic style, this is also a major manifestation of his current ability!

How did he do it?

Before he knew it, Xu Wen had forgotten what he was here for, or rather, he had found what he really wanted when he came here.

He found a corner that didn't get in the way and sat down cross-legged.

There were people around him, cigarettes were in full swing, and he sat quietly in this corner alone, looking up intently, and the whole person was completely immersed in it.