On the second day, Qi Luo took the two maids to Tangguang Temple early.

The age of Tangguang Temple is similar to that of Humble State, all of them are ancient temples that have gone through a hundred years, and the style of Tangguang Temple is quite similar to the style of the ancient city tower of Humble State.

The weathered roof and temple gate, with the blue brick and stone walls, the green brick pavement, the smooth and shiny trampled by pilgrims, and the rough blue brick and stone walls, form a strange contrast.

There are several ancient trees in the temple, all of which are nearly 100 years old, and the trunks have been weathered, but they are thick and straight, and the branches are luxuriant. It has a quaint charm.

Such an ancient temple with historical origins, there is only one in Humble Island, and the incense in the ancient temple of Tangguang is very prosperous.

Master Minghui was not a competent monk in the first place, he was not good at divination and lottery, nor was he like other temple hosts, who were good at seeing doctors and catching medicine.

In addition to traveling around for three days, he was locked up in the backyard of the temple to play with flowers and plants, or buried himself in painting.

Those who come to Tangguang Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, in addition to those who are proficient in worshiping Buddha who ask for the blessing of the Buddha, are a group of scribes who expect to be able to meet Master Minghui in Tangguang Temple and ask for a painting.

If you expect to be able to give you some advice on the path of Buddhism, it is impossible to rely on presiding over Master Minghui or the little novice in the temple.

As the so-called upper beam is not right and the lower beam is crooked, since there is such a host, do you still expect the disciples and grandchildren in the temple to be proficient in the Dharma?

But even so, it still can't resist the enthusiasm of the pilgrims who continue to flock to Tangguang Temple.

Qi Luo's carriage stopped at the gate of Tangguang Temple. There are many carriages outside the temple, the main hall is crowded, and the bronze incense burner burns with curling green smoke.

The number of novices in the temple is not large, only a few dozen people in that area, but there are many pilgrims.

The diligent little master of Qi Luo's little brother in the hall greeted Qi Luo when he saw him.

"Senior sister, please come with me."

The little senior brother led Qi Luo and his party through the corner gate on the side of the main hall.

Lead them to the backyard of the temple, through the hawthorn tree in the backyard as soon as you enter the door, and through the garden, where Master Minghui's meditation room is located.

To be honest, taking care of the garden, this kind of delicate work, Chang Yue has always been very good at it, leaving Chang Yue and the little servants of the Shen Mansion in the garden.

Qi Luo and Qiu Yue carried a snack box and went straight to Master Minghui's meditation room.

The master's meditation room is quite simple in decoration, with white walls and wooden tables, and the interior exudes a faint scent of sandalwood.

Master Minghui, who slept for a while, finally figured out that the female disciple of the lay family he had accepted still didn't know how Danqing was!

Are you a little late in understanding?

Now that the game is decided, the Minghui master of the Buddhist department has recruited Xiao Shami to prepare pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so let's try it!

Painting is the most timid and timid, in the case of Master Minghui's staring, Qi Luo still calmly waved, although the paintings he made were not amazing, but the color and painting style were quite bold.

Master Minghui stroked his beard———

Thankfully, fortunately! The signboard has finally been saved!

At a young age, he was strong in writing, and he seemed to be a diligent person, and Master Minghui was a little more satisfied with this little apprentice.

Qi Luo's paintings have always been his favorites of Qi Baishi and Xu Wei, and Qi Baishi's paintings have always been known for their bold use of color.

Xu Wei's freehand paintings, on the other hand, are strong and bold in their brushwork.

It has this kind of style with Qi Luo's paintings.

As for diligence, let alone Qi Luo, who can't stop at all.

Every day, I either draw and practice calligraphy, or prepare the novelty goods in the store, and I can't get busy every day.

I used to want to worship a good master, but I didn't have a chance.

Now that this great opportunity has fallen on her head, how can she let it go! It must be redoubled as diligent.

When she went back last night, she had already drawn a whole stack of rice paper.

Qi Luo was painting, and Master Minghui was pointing out on the side.

"Apprentice, you have to do "painting from the heart", use pen and ink to pour out what you think in your heart, "the pen moves from the mind".

As for drawing characters, you have to use pen and ink to render his mind, so that "the pen moves with your heart." ”

"Yes, master!"

Although Master Minghui is an unreliable monk.

But he is indeed a very reliable master, who has his own opinions and ideas on the way of painting and teaching, and can always hit the nail on the head.

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"Stinky girl, what are you drawing?"

"Master, the apprentice painted under the hawthorn tree in the courtyard that year, and it was the first time I saw you."

"Then why do I have such an expression?"

"Because I was carrying delicious snacks!" The girl giggled.

"Iniquity!"

There are so many people, how could he accept such an apprentice.

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Qi Luo stayed in Tangguang Temple for three days, and on the first day, the master asked him to paint whatever he wanted according to his heart.

On the second day, the master asked her to move the table to the back mountain, with fragrant tea, and painted against the waterfall for two whole days.

It is said that it is for her to experience the waterfall and teleport the changes between the ever-changing.

The master said that a better painting can only be made with good tea, and I don't know if she will be paired with wine another day, but the master's tea is really good tea.

a waterfall facing the rising sun; a waterfall at noon; A waterfall at sunset.

a waterfall where the breeze blows away; A waterfall that rushes down with fallen leaves.

Drawing and painting, she can actually draw waterfalls with different styles at different times and in different moods.

In the past few days, Chang Yue has cleaned up the garden quite neatly.

The dead branches of the flowers were pruned and fertilized.

He also pruned the flowers with rotten roots, pruned the roots, and replanted them. Those diseased flowers were also sprayed with insecticide.

He also asked the little servants of the Shen Mansion to bring some bluestone slabs that were two feet square and paved the garden with a winding bluestone road.

The pavement is then separated from the flower bed with green bricks, and the roots of the flowers are pressed with cyan pebbles the size of quail eggs.

Even the copper crank that went to the ancient well was replaced with a new one.

Master Minghui was very satisfied when he saw the newly decorated garden.

"Take it, take it, this is what the teacher promised you."

Yikes! It's actually a portrait of her, and the girl is holding the portrait beautifully.

"Master Xie! The master can draw the apprentice so beautifully! ”

Master Minghui snorted and said in his heart: I don't paint anything that looks good! Do you think I painted anyone? I thought that the little emperor wanted me to paint a portrait of him, but I didn't even paint it.

"Master, tomorrow is my grandmother's birthday, this is a post for you, master."

"Master is not available!"

"Master, there will be a lot of delicious snacks and dishes tomorrow, and I will let the carriage pick you up then, okay?"

"Well, that's up to you!" Master Minghui pretended to be difficult.

The girl smiled crookedly.