Chapter Eighty-Three: Sending the Son to the Heavenly King
The quarrel between several people became more and more intense, and several people in Zuihou actually scuffled together, and then they all pulled out their daggers and fought hard!
I suddenly felt that this thing was too weird, it was impossible for such a situation to happen between us, how could we all say such selfish and mean things when we are not people who are not scheming together? Could it be another reason?
Hurriedly took out a bag from the Qiankun bag, opened the bag, there were many beads that exuded sandalwood in it, took out one and put it in his mouth, and suddenly felt that his whole body was refreshed, his mind was clear, and his irritable mood was calmed down.
This kind of bead is called agarwood beads, which was given to me by the old man before, and it can be refreshed and kept awake in the mouth to keep itself awake.
Taking advantage of their inattention, one dodged over and each of them gave a point of numbness, and all of them fell to the ground and did not move.
"Zhao Tianyou, what are you doing? You're looking uncomfortable, aren't you? ”
"I'll kill you when I get up!"
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I didn't care what they said, each of them forcibly stuffed one, and when the agarwood beads were put in their mouths, they no longer scolded, but all lowered their heads in embarrassment, their faces flushed abnormally.
"I'm sorry!" Several people said almost at the same time, each other was stunned for a short time, and then began to hahadaxiao, real friendship does not need to be explained, a look and a movement can fully understand the deep meaning.
In order to break this embarrassing situation, I first said, "We are lost in something. ”
"No wonder when I passed by those plants, I smelled a pungent aroma, which is probably from those plants!" Gangzi pointed to the few plants he had just passed by.
The fat man scolded. He took the dagger and slashed it indiscriminately until it was all cut into pieces. "Huh? What is this thing? The fat man after cutting tired pointed to the agarwood beads in his mouth and asked.
I briefly explained to them the function of the agarwood beads, and then said solemnly, "It seems that this hole is very dangerous." Everyone must be careful not to spit out the agarwood beads, in case they catch the road again! ”
Several people nodded in agreement, and then continued to walk deeper, as time passed, the traces of artificial excavation on the stone wall became more and more obvious, and several murals could be seen every few steps in the back.
"Wait! Look! Lao Zhang, who had been silent, stood in front of a mural and suddenly shouted!
We all looked at the murals that Lao Zhang was referring to, and although the murals carved in the stone were old, they were still vivid and vivid. It can be seen how skilled the portrayer is!
The fat man looked like a big man, grinning and saying, "What's so beautiful about this mural?" ”
"You don't understand that! This picture is the famous "Sending the Son of the Heavenly King", also known as the "Birth of the Buddha"! Lao Zhang said excitedly, seeing that we were puzzled one by one, he talked about this picture with relish.
"Sending the Son to the Heavenly King" was painted by the great painter Wu Daozi of the Tang Dynasty, who is a famous figure in the history of painting and is known as the "painting saint".
The picture is divided into two sections, the first of which shows two people galloping on the god of the beast, and the king of heaven pressing his knees with his hands. The demeanor is majestic. The attendants and maids had a serene attitude, and the generals wanted to draw their swords in case of accidents. Although there are many characters, their expressions are different, one by one. It's very rhythmic.
In the later section, King Pure Rice held the newborn Shakya, and judging from the posture, King Pure Rice was cautious. The queen followed. One god panicked and greeted, and the identity, psychology, and form of the characters were depicted in detail. It is a good reflection of the conflicts and contradictions between the characters. There are more than 20 characters, ghosts, and beasts painted in the picture, and the characters are majestic kings. The minister is dignified, the lady is kind, the maid is humble, the ghosts and gods are fangs and claws, and the beasts are flying flexibly, which is very imaginative and full of charm. The unique "Wu family-like" line drawing, thick and thin, flows at will, whether it is to express the clothing lines of the characters, the hideousness of the ghosts and gods, or the depiction of the flickering firelight, they are all vividly and appropriately, and they are easy to play.
After listening to Lao Zhang's narration, I really felt extraordinary when I looked at this picture again, "This broken picture is now available on the Internet, as for making such a fuss about a mural?" The fat man pouted.
Lao Zhang shook his head and smiled; "You're wrong again! This is the real thing! It was painted by Wu Daozi himself! ”
"Isn't that right? I remember hearing that this "Picture of the Sending Child to the Heavenly King" is not in China, but is now in the collection of the Osaka Museum of Art in Japan. I said incredulously.
Lao Zhang shook his head again and said: "Wu Daozi's "Sending the Child to the Heavenly King" is a paper handscroll, 35.5 cm in length and 338.1 cm in width, which is said to be a copy of the Song people, that is to say, the current "Sending the Child to the Heavenly King" is an imitation of the Song people. ”
"Then how can you be sure that this mural is the real work of Wu Daozi?" Gangzi asked puzzled.
"The characters painted by Wu Daozi are quite distinctive, different from Gu Kaizhi and Lu Tanwei of the Jin Dynasty. A change since Gu Kaizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty that the thickness of the 'iron line drawing', breaking through the Northern and Southern Dynasties 'Cao Yi out of the water' art form, the gesture is round, the clothes are fluttering, and the Ying Ying is like dancing, forming the artistic style of 'Wu Belt When the Wind', which is popular in the times. Wu Daozi is good at grasping the law of conveying the spirit and paying attention to the integrity of image building. If you look at this mural again, it is completely in line with Wu Daozi's style, and it must be genuine! Lao Zhang gushed endlessly, I really didn't expect Lao Zhang, who has never spoken much, to be able to say so much.
"You mean that Wu Daozi came here and painted this "Picture of Sending the Heavenly King" here?" Liu Xin asked in surprise.
Not only Liu Xin was extremely surprised, but even all of us didn't dare to imagine how the famous painting saint could go to the mountain to paint? Besides, could it be that in the Tang Dynasty, Changbai Mountain was a tourist attraction?
Lao Zhang stroked the mural with his hand, and his whole face was almost pasted, "It's not Wu Daozi who made it here, someone made his mural here!" Look! Saying that, Lao Zhang pointed to the surroundings of the mural, and sure enough, there was a crack, and it was obvious that someone had embedded it in.
I can't believe that in a dark ancient cave, there can be a real painting of the saint, it is really incredible!
"What are you doing?" Gangzi hurriedly grabbed the fat man and asked, at this time, the fat man took out a dagger and looked left and right at the mural.
The fat man said righteously: "Of course, it is to help the predecessors of the painting saint, so that his true works can be published to the public, so that they will be passed on through the ages!" ”
"You can pull it! It's clear that you want to get it out and sell it for money, just your little bit of flowery intestines, who can't see through you! Gangzi said with a look of disdain.
The fat man didn't care at all, he picked up the dagger and was about to start, we hurriedly stopped, this is a national treasure-level cultural relic, of course, we have to wait until I go out and report to the relevant cultural relics department to get it, the fat man Zuihou reluctantly looked at it a few more times, and we continued to walk deeper.
We walked for about an hour, feeling that there was no noticeable change in the things around us, and the fat man complained as he walked: "Except for a few murals in this broken place, they are murals!" Then I wanted to take the dagger and make a few strokes to relieve my anger.
No one paid attention to him, but the fat man suddenly exclaimed, "Mom! Hell yes! (To be continued......)
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