"Young, golden, not bad-looking, it is indeed capital!" Di Qing muttered as he led the way ahead.

"I heard that when you were young, you were also a famous unobstructed man in Tokyo City, let alone a brat."

"The old man went to see Shen Sanniang's * at most, Sai Weichi's ass, just watch them wrestling in Washizi to see it, and you can pinch it when you find the right opportunity, it's relatively rare to touch people's faces directly like you."

Yun Zheng laughed and shook the folding fan in his hand diligently: "Then you can behave worse than the kid." ”

"Nonsense, sneaking a hand*, what's the matter with the buttocks, when Xiangguo Temple holds a temple fair every year, those big daughters and little daughters-in-law are crowded in the crowd and are touched by others? Kaifeng Mansion caught the matter of ten boards, hehe, you go to touch your face, haha, this is immoral, you will be caught by Kaifeng Mansion to play the board and parade on the street for latecomers! ”

Yun Zheng stopped, took a folding fan to block the sunlight and looked into the hall through the window lattice, and saw that there was nothing dark inside, so he replied with a smile: "So I made a mistake just now?" ”

Di Qing laughed and said: "It's not that I'm wrong, if you like it, I'll ask Yang Wenguang for it later, he shouldn't have the courage to refuse our request." ”

As he spoke, he stuffed the big wine jar in his arms into Yun Zheng's arms, climbed the door frame of a large hall, poked up with his two feet first, hooked the dust of the hall with the instep of his foot, and pulled his hand into the gap above the door frame, and the two wooden doors automatically opened inward, and when Yun Zheng looked up, he found that the three big characters "Manjushri Palace" were written in the middle of this hall.

Di Qing jumped down and said to Yun Zheng: "There is no clay golden body in this hall, some are all murals, Wu Daishengfeng refers to the portrait of Manjushri Bodhisattva inside, the monk Xuanku is very stingy now, this hall has never been closed before, and scholars and craftsmen who like to paint can come to observe, and then somehow they don't show it to others, and the old man will take you in first to open your eyes." ”

The roof of the main hall is very high. The space inside is too large, so it looks gloomy, and the gods and demons in the murals are also looking at you suspiciously, which is one of the characteristics of the statues and murals. No matter which direction you look at, those Buddha statues and murals seem to be staring at you, and if it's a dojo in the Ten Halls of Yama, with a sentence "Are you here?" "The timid will be scared to pee.

Di Qing will pull a rope in the corner of the main hall, and the curtain covering the window will slowly fade to both sides, and the sunlight will shine on the murals, giving people a different feeling, if the eyes of the characters on the murals just now are cold and chilling, after the sunlight comes in, those eyes are immediately full of compassion.

Di Qing sat on a large futon. It seemed a little sad, he gently stroked a flying sky on the mural with his hand, and he didn't speak for a long time, Yun Zheng knew the rules, the more the portrait in the middle needed a master painter to take action. For example, the portrait of Manjushri Bodhisattva in the middle is from the hand of Wu Daozi, and the surrounding auxiliary figures, because they are in the corner of the wall, or close to the ground, are all painted by some ordinary painters.

He was silent for a moment. smiled and said to Yun Zheng: "You sit down for a while, I'll go get us some appetizers, just drinking wine without appetizers is a bit dull." ”

People don't want to say it, Yun Zheng naturally won't ask, for example, that Feitian is more vivid than other Feitian, especially those eyes. It's just alive.

"Taiping Yulan" volume 622 quotes "Tianxian Pin" Zhongyun: "In the flying clouds, the deification is lightly moved, thinking that the heavenly immortals are also flying immortals." ”

However, flying heaven is generally painted in tomb murals, symbolizing that the soul of the tomb owner can feather and ascend to heaven. This is the product of the fusion of Taoist culture and Buddhist culture. But is it really appropriate to appear in such an upright Buddhist temple like Daxiangguo Temple?

Yun Zheng fished lychees from the wine jar to eat, while seriously admiring the murals in this hall, except for the Buddha light behind the head of Manjushri Bodhisattva in the middle, the rest of the portraits did not have that thing.

Although Feitian's hometown is in India, Feitian is a combination of Indian culture, Western Regions culture, and Central Plains culture. It is a long-term exchange between Indian Buddhist celestial people and Chinese Taoist Yuren, Feitian in the Western Regions and Feitian in the Central Plains, and the Feitian with Chinese cultural characteristics. It is a flying sky that does not grow wings and pounds, does not have feathers, does not have round light, and does not rely on colored clouds instead of relying on colored clouds.

Seeing the flying sky Yun Zheng remembered Dunhuang, now the Dunhuang sandbank is still under the rule of the Western Xia, the Li Dynasty is still tirelessly adding new things to the Mogao Grottoes, I don't know what it has become, if it is almost the same, after the Western Xia is conquered in the future, Yun Zheng also plans to bury something in it, and make a joke with future generations.

The murals in the main hall are very exquisite, and the number is also very large, Yun Zheng has a wine jar under his arm, and unconsciously eats the lychees inside, and lifts the small fence in the wine jar to see, only a few lychees whose flesh has been melted out. Looking at the lychee cores all over the ground, I felt a little embarrassed, and was about to kick these lychee cores into the corner with my foot, when I heard someone say: "Why is the donor only interested in those flying immortals when he looks at the murals, but he doesn't know how to worship my Buddha?" ”

Yun Zheng turned to look over, only to see an old monk with white shou mei covering his eyes and a white-haired old lady with a cane standing at the door of the main hall, one was extremely compassionate, and there was not the slightest anger in his voice, but the white-haired woman paused on the green brick with the cane in her hand, as if she was very angry.

Yun Zheng said with a smile: "The Buddha's house is the door of convenience, boy, I have long been covered by the red dust, the Buddha's compassion can catch up with the soft red, the Buddha is naturally a matter of opinion, the master sees the compassion of my Buddha, the old lady sees the majesty of the Buddha, the kid is different, but what he sees is the softness of the flying fairy."

The boy heard that the method of becoming a Buddha and enlightening the Tao is like the sand of the Ganges River, the master looks at compassion, the old lady looks at the solemnity, and the boy looks at the red dust, in the final analysis, they will end up on the same path, so although the master and the lady worship the Buddha, the boy although they watch the flying immortals, why should the master be surprised. ”

The old lady seemed to be even more angry, but the old monk smiled and said: "The donor is smart, and what he said is very true, but the old man is like an elephant." Although the little donor continues to watch, as long as he looks at the Buddha, he will have a feeling, why be sincere, hehe. ”

Yun Zheng always felt that this old monk was a little too generous, not only did he not ask why he entered the main hall, but he also did not investigate the garbage he threw all over the ground in the pure land of Buddhism, and he didn't care about his nonsense.

Seeing that the old lady was always secretly looking at herself, and the doubts in her eyes became more and more intense, Yun Zheng laughed, and then looked at the countless flying immortals, trying to find out the difference between them.

After looking around, Yun Zheng still saw the difference, the portrait that Di Qing touched was less indifferent to the immortals, and more warmth in the world, maybe that portrait was a self-portrait of a certain person.

There are really a lot of women in the Yang family, and a lot of women came in without much effort, and when they saw Yun Zheng, they couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, they didn't think that there would be other men here, some girls crowded at the door to come in, and they didn't go out.

Yun Zheng asked Di Qing, where did the Yang family get so many widows, there were only three at most, and there were no Eight Sage Kings, Zhao Kuangyin and his family had already been killed by his younger brother Zhao Kuangyi.

The little girls didn't dare to come in, and the women all stared at Yun Zheng angrily, if it weren't for Yun Zheng coming first, maybe they would call for the family to come and clean him up.

Standing in the country of incense, the people who can not change their faces and hearts do not beat, except for Xuan Ku, a monk who is as immobile as a mountain, is left with Yun Zheng, a thick-skinned and black-hearted guy, who poured a sip of wine violently, and walked out of the middle of the country with two points of wine, folding a fan in his left hand and a big wine jar in his right hand, which is really a bit of bohemianism.

Yun Zheng knew very well that he would never be able to challenge the psychological limits of the Yang family anymore, and if he stayed a little longer, he might attract a group fight......

Unable to find Di Qing, Yun Zheng thought that he went to the nunnery opposite, and he was not in a hurry, and after turning the hall, he saw the monk's house, and he didn't need to ask others, he saw the monk Wugou.

The warm sun in autumn is lazy, and Wugou is basking in the sun on a wooden couch, and he is still wearing his upper body, piled up there like a mountain of meat.

"Lao Bao disaster relief, I heard that you boiled yourself to the skinny, why did you make yourself fatter and fatter in disaster relief? The grain and grass I gave Lao Bao won't all be eaten by you alone, right? ”

Wugou was basking in the sun comfortably, and he stretched out his hand to ask for the wine jar without opening his eyes, and he had already smelled the faint fragrance of rice wine. Yun Zheng put the wine jar into Wugou's hand.

I saw Wugou raise the wine jar and drank half of the jar in one go, then stopped and patted the belly and said: "Poor, this is the first wine that the poor monk has drunk in a year, the poor monk has a wide stomach, and he has not seen meat for a long time, and he saw the meat buns made by the bacon girl in his dream, and when he woke up, he found that the saliva wet the wooden pillow, let's go to your house!" ”

Yun Zheng sat on the edge of the wooden couch in Wugou and said, "If you are not afraid of lightness, you can go if you are troubled." ”

Wugou said with a smile: "In the woman's opinion, if the monk didn't say that he would cut off your head at that time, and make you a lonely minister, you might be beheaded by the emperor. Emperor Zhao Song estimated that he still felt that the poor monk was a person who tended to be inflammatory, and this loss was great. ”

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Chapter I