The traditional xizàng thangka has a unique emphasis on color, and the background color is heavily colored, roughly using five types: red, black, blue, gold, and silver. Each color is for a different subject matter.

The red painting of the Buddha's Bunsen story is rich, and the style is rich; The black multi-painted protector god, King Kong and other content of demon suppression and subjugation, and with gold outline lines, the picture is majestic and solemn; Blue painted happy Buddha, Shengle King Kong and other themes, auspicious and festive; Gold and silver, the composition of the picture is rich and elegant, and the use of color is simple and brilliant.

Since coming to Tashilhunpo Monastery, Guan Wen has spent a lot of time studying "thangkas" and trying to deconstruct this ancient xizàng art with the modern painting theories he has learned. He has read many documents on the study of thangkas by previous artists, and often goes into thangka workshops to observe the process of making tsuò thangkas. However, the thangka art he learned and saw was absolutely nothing compared to the pictures in this room.

Here, all the paints are mixed and splashed at will. Youxie, who uses a lot of black to depict people's facial features and bodies, is contrary to Tibetan characters or Buddhist scriptures and statues; There are a large number of gold and silver pigments to highlight the greatness and splendor of the monsters, and in the contrast of the pictures, highlight the hideous and huge monsters and reduce the proportions of the body structure of the gods and Buddhas, which is obviously contrary to the Tibetan Buddhism reverence for the "Demon Guardian Path". It's just that all the paintings show a huge "human xing", which vividly expresses the good and evil, black and white, joy and hatred, joy and sorrow in human xing.

I don't know how long it took for him to get out of his chaotic thoughts, his raised left foot and the right foot supporting him were numb, and the soles of his feet were as sore as pins and needles.

"Do you understand?" Caidan Dajie stood proudly in the center of the room, with one arm behind his back.

"Got what? What should I know?" Guan Wen felt that his chest was so swollen that he was about to suffer from altitude sickness, he couldn't breathe, and his temples ached faintly.

"I'm talking about, of course, the meaning of these skeleton thangkas." Caidan Dajie replied.

Guan Wen pulled back, bending over and tapping his numb left leg. His heart sank, completely lost the sense of ease he felt before entering the courtyard.

"If this association is cut off completely, peeled off along with the wall, and shipped out of xizàng, it will definitely sell for a good price. Its artistic value is definitely no less than that of several famous paintings in the world. Do you know why they have the power to shake the heart? Because the person who paints them is painting with life, and every stroke of the painting burns out a section of life. After painting a painting, the painter becomes a living skeleton in an outer alcove. What you see is their final confession to the world. If you want to achieve the same state, you must first be prepared to die generously. Caidan Dajie said.

Guan Wen nodded: "I understand that in peerless works of art, the author is often infused with a huge subjective consciousness. Only in this way can the style of brushstrokes be tough and passionate enough to exude moving power. ”

Caidan Dajie stroked the nearby wall, his face gloomy: "As a painter, you must know what kind of special raw materials are needed to paint thangkas, right?"

Guan Wen nodded again: "I know."

He knew that thangka pigments could be broadly divided into three main categories, namely a synthesis of minerals, plants, and animals. Mineral pigments are used for base color, and plant pigments are used for transition, from light to dark; The color of the hook comes from the skin and shell of the animal or insect.

"Do you know what kind of pigment is used in all the thangkas here?" Caidan Dajie asked again.

Guan Wen crouched down and stroked the nearest painting on the ground. The painting was painted directly on the blue-gray shale paved with the ground, and from his fingertips came a chill to the bone. The painting depicts King Kong and the monster facing off at close range, while a woman in a Tibetan robe and a white hata watches the battle from a distance.

When he touched the part of Hada, he immediately realized that the painter was not using the usual white mineral pigment "Gayue", and the yellow next to it did not use the usual mineral pigment made of sulfur and arsenic. The background color of the painting is a skin color that blends red and yellow, according to common sense, it is made of cinnabar and yellow letter stone, but the cinnabar red is extremely bright, and it is similar to the skin color of real people, I don't know what kind of magical ingredients are added.

According to the thangka knowledge passed down by Tibetan painters for thousands of years, all minerals, plants, and animal pigments are in harmony with the soil climate of Tibet, and like the famous Tibetan medicine, it is very suitable for survival in the unique environment of Tibet, with bright and vivid colors, durability, and unchanged for a hundred years.

"I don't know, but I can see that these paints are very unique." Guan Wen replied.

"It's very special and it's unique." Caidan Dajie whispered with emotion.

Guan Wen suddenly asked, "Your appearance has changed too much, why?"

Before entering the tree hole, Caidan Dajie was dying and depressed, as if a gust of wind could blow him down. But now, Caidan Dajie's eyes were full of scorching light, his movements and speech speed were much faster, and he was full of arrogant leader.

"I said, I'm free." Caidan Dajie replied with a laugh.

"What?" Guan Wen was puzzled.

Caidan Dajie raised his monk's robe again, looked at his right shoulder, and an expression of pain and sadness and ecstasy appeared on his face: "I used to think that my life would also be like a torch, burning feverishly, silently turning to ashes, and disappearing from this world - follow me, I will show you a painting, a painting I painted."

He beckoned to Guan Wen, who hesitated for a moment and tiptoed into the house.

Caidan Dajie walked into the room on the left, pointed to the small half of the painting on the front wall, and his voice became trembling: "Look here, this is what you paid for with an arm."

The painting depicts a woman with only half of her face. Although he only had half a face, only one eye, half of his hair, and half of his mouth with the corners of his mouth raised, Guan Wen had already felt the beauty of the woman immediately.

"Really...... So beautiful! So beautiful! His admiration blurted out.

"Really?" Caidan Dajie stroked the woman's hair, and his tone was deep, as if he had been infatuated.

"Faced with this painting, I ...... I hated to burn everything I used to draw and move here, and I kept learning to draw night and night until I was able to make up the other half. Master, when I saw this half of the painting, I was already impressed. Guan Wen sincerely bowed to Caidan Dajie.

Caidan Dajie looked at the woman's eyes infatuatedly, and only after a long time did he shake his head and sigh: "This will be a painting that will never be completed. I painted half of my face, broke an arm, and then in exchange for today's ending, drink and peck, there is still a report, it's over. There is only this half of the relationship between me and her. From today on, I, Caidan Dajie is back again, I am still the same as before, a Buddha lamp in my heart will not be extinguished, no longer a hidden master who inherits secrets, but a defender who unfolds the great cause of suppressing demons in reality. ”

His palm swept over the painting, and as the dust fell, the woman's image vanished.

Somehow, in the corners of the woman's eyes and eyebrows, Guan Wen saw the shadow of Baoling.

The powder was fluttering, Guan Wen's nose itched, and he sneezed violently.

Just as he breathed and put it down, he smelled something unusual about the male end and asked in surprise, "Master, these paints seem to be taken from the human body...... Don't...... Could it be that they are made from human bones and flesh?"

This discovery made him feel even more intense shock.

Caidan Dajie turned around and looked at Guan Wen with an extremely complicated look: "You are aware of it?"

Guan Wen smiled bitterly: "You tell me first, when you painted this woman, you used body paint?"

The ordinary painters who were born in that class followed the traditional and righteous path, and it was impossible for them to get in touch with the secret of "painting with their own flesh and bones". Guan Wen learned this kind of knowledge from his master, and he had never seen it, let alone used it.

"That's right." Caidan Dajie smiled obsessively, bent down to pick up a handful of powder, and sniffed it lightly at the end of his nose.

Guan Wen couldn't help but gasp, and his gaze fell on Caidan Dajie's empty right shoulder.

"A real master of thangka, all his body and mind only focus on the painting under his eyes, his heart is empty, his heart is empty. In order to complete that painting, he could even give up his life. In the long history of thangkas in Tibet, there are thousands of skilled craftsmen who finally sacrificed their lives to the thangka, and the last thangka he left behind is called the 'skeleton thangka', and its value and market value are difficult to estimate. As far as I know, there are no real skeleton thangkas in Chinese mainland, and those thangka treasures that have been displaced by war have long been appropriated by antique dealers from all over the world and passed down from generation to generation. However, they didn't know that those skull thangkas, which were worth tens of thousands of gold, had the soul of the painter attached to them, and would only bring inexplicable bad luck to collectors......"

"That's right, that's right, that's right." Guan Wen sighed three times in a row.

Just like treasure knives, ancient jade, and tomb gold vessels, the kind of thing that is respectfully called "skeleton thangka" is also the soul of Yin from generation to generation, with some special power, ordinary people are difficult to suppress and control, and finally be buried by it.

"Every thangka in this room is a ......," Guan Wen didn't say, because he had already found the answer in the eyes of Caidan Dajie.

He was a painter and boasted that he would strive for the pinnacle of painting all his life, but if he really wanted him to imitate the thangka masters, he was not sure if he could do it.

Thangka is a symbol of Tibetan painting art, which contains the essence of xizàng culture, and can by no means be summarized by one or two paintings and a dozen kinds of pigments. In addition to the surface lines that the ape can see, learn, and imitate, there are more subtle meanings that cannot be explained in words.

"To this day, I still remember that night—" said Tseden Dajie softly.

Outside the door, in the tree hole, suddenly there was a birdsong.

With a thumb stroke, Caidan Dajie pulled off a white mud wall the size of an egg and threw it backhanded. The wall skin made a strange arc in mid-air, shooting to the right side of the doorway.

"Uh-", a man staggered in, covering his eyes with one hand and his mouth with the other, and fell down.

Guan Wen looked at the person's clothes, but they were just the clothes of ordinary tourists, and there was nothing unusual about them. However, tourists usually spend their time in the first half of the temple and rarely make a detour to the tantric temple. The strange thing is that although this person was seriously injured, he never screamed loudly, but covered his mouth tightly and desperately endured the pain.

"That's just a thief who covets the secrets of Tashilhunpo Monastery." "Leave him alone, it's going to change, and there's more to be done—come with me." Caidan Dajie passed through another door and entered a narrow passage that led sloping into the ground.

"Where are we going?" Guan Wen followed.

"This is a critical juncture for the life and death of Tashilhunpo Monastery. We have to do something to be worthy of half a lifetime of practice. Caidan Dajie walked vigorously and walked faster and faster, and Guan Wen could barely keep up with him.

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