"During this time, you will live here, turn off your mobile phone as soon as you arrange things, and don't go down the mountain if you have nothing to do."

The old man stomped his feet, thought for a while and said, "I'll ask Xiaoman to bring you food, make it yourself."

Xiao Man screamed softly twice, as if accepting the task.

When he was idle, he asked, "Then what do I do?" ”

"Rubbing."

The old man didn't even lift his eyelids.

I was often stunned, but I didn't expect it to be this kind of work.

It's finally full of surprises here, either shooting or rubbing.

In many stories, when it comes to Shaolin arts, carrying water, burning fire, sweeping the floor, swatting water, and picking flies are all ordinary operations.

Even more terrifying is that the second ancestor Hui Ke cut off his own arm in order to learn art from Bodhidharma, turning white snow into "red snow".

But no matter how you think about it, Chang Xian can't think of it as a rubbing.

The rubbing is also called Motuo.

The stele is too heavy, it is not easy to move, and the player is not a stump, and he does not have the ability to carry a stone stele of several hundred catties to play and communicate.

Therefore, most of the antique shops circulated are rubbings from stone tablets.

The rubbings are bound into a book, which is the rubbing, also called the tablet.

In ancient times, there were no photocopiers or cameras, and the only way to copy the text on the stele was to use ink.

The principle of this thing is very similar to that of engraving printing, that is, the white paper is wet on the surface of the stele, and the inscription is concave and convex, and then the ink is applied on it, and then the paper is removed, and the inscription is extended in its original form.

Therefore, the rubbings are mostly white characters on a black background, similar to reverse white negatives.

Things like calligraphy, paintings, and rubbings are all paper, which can be cut and repaired, so these kinds of things are the most prone to fakes.

The most unscrupulous businessmen will break up some genuine products and cut them into several pieces, and make up for a few fake paintings, and the income will naturally double.

For example, Song Ta's rare book inscriptions often have seals and untitled inscriptions, just because they were stolen and dug up by others.

Therefore, in the antique shop, rubbings and other things are known as black tigers, which are very valuable, but there are also a lot of fakes, and if you don't pay attention to it, you may be cheated by the tiger.

"Master, how long am I going to stay here?"

Chang Xian felt that his head was a little wooden, and asked stupidly.

"Zeng Disheng's energy is all about nourishing qi. He said to be still in the mind, not in the realm. People's hearts can be quiet, and although everything is changing, it is also clear. ”

The old man squinted his eyes and said: "He must insist on meditating for four quarters of an hour every day, contemplating the gods is like the rising of the sun, and the body is like the town of Ding, and these two words can be kept." ”

Zeng Guofan, called Disheng.

Cleanser, cleanse the old stain.

The living, Ming Yuan said: "Once upon a time. For example, yesterday's death; From the latter, such as today, to be born. ”

often draw inferences from one another, and understand that the old man hopes that he will bathe in the snow, wash away the distractions and dirt, and abandon the old and the new.

Motuo is nothing mysterious, at best it is just a craft, although Chang Xian has not actually operated it, but the basic situation is quite understandable.

Relying on this, can you cultivate mental tranquility and cultivate tranquility?

He secretly muttered in his heart in confusion, feeling a little unbelievable.

"As for staying here for a day or two? Three days and five days? Or two weeks a week? ”

The old man stood in the doorway, his arm running from left to right.

"I have lived here for thirty-eight years, and the first twenty years were spent carving monuments. There are a total of 89 tablets here, all of which I carved. ”

"In the past eighteen years, I really can't carve it, so I learned to rub the monument, and soon, the rubble will not be able to expand......"

After a while, the old man said, "How long will you stay here, don't ask me, ask yourself." ”

The old man led Chang Xian straight to a flat stone tablet.

This stele is about two feet seven high, and only four big characters are engraved on it: the intersection of sorrow and joy.

This word comes from "Song Shu Xiao Si Biography": "With the cowardice of Wei Ce, the momentum is the same as the vibration, the opening of Thailand is a period, and the sorrow and joy are intertwined." ”

But it was Master Hongyi who made the word go and became widely known.

Master Hongyi is like a mountain and a sea, and in front of him, there is no pride.

Zhang Ailing's arrogance is well known, and she also said that if there is someone who can make her humble, that person can only be Master Hongyi.

In September of the seventh year of the Republic of China, he entered the Lingyin Temple to receive the bhikshu ordination as the line, and the son-in-law Li Shutong before the age of 39 and the ascetic Master Hongyi after the age of 39 were clearly distinguished.

In his life, the master is a beautiful son, a passionate man, a talented artist, a serious educator, and a strict precept.

And with the heart of the West Pole, auspicious and good death.

The words of the Zen master who practiced the ascetic precepts at the time of his death were not the realization of the four great emptiness, but the feeling of sorrow and joy.

Uncle Li and Master Hongyi are intertwined under the green light, what is sadness? What is Xin?

In front of this stele, there are rubbing paper, ink, vertebral bag, brown brush, row pen, felt and other rubbing tools in a row, the row of pens is slightly bald, and the edge of the felt is quite worn and worn, presumably these things are used by the old man on weekdays.

"Expand it first, there are books in the room."

The old man said a total of ten words and left, without mentioning what to pay attention to in the topography.

Chang Xian didn't dare to slander, he went to the room and picked up a book on rubbing, looked down for a while, with his current memory, it was just a moment to remember a rough idea.

At this time, the old man went back and forth, bringing a bowl of steaming rice soup.

Seeing the old man clarify the miscellaneous rice in the rice soup little by little, Chang Xian knew that this thing was used for paper.

An important part of the stele is the paper.

In order to make the tablet and the paper stick together, the paper is generally fully moistened with water or rice soup.

If it is a fastidious pioneer, you should also use boiling water to soak the glue boiled by Baiji.

The conditions here are relatively simple, and the rice soup is the most convenient.

The old man put down the bowl, didn't say anything, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Chang Xian went through the process in the book in his mind, rolled up his sleeves, did a few chest expansion exercises, and then squatted down, ready to start the rubbing.

The first step in rubbing the stele is to clean the stele surface.

He picked up a large brush, dipped it in water, first brushed the entire surface of the stele, brushed off the floating soil, and then replaced it with a small brush to sweep away the sand grains and weeds between the words.

This preparation alone took half an hour of busy work. This is considered lucky, the stele is not long, if it is an ancient stele, it is covered with moss, and it has to be burned with fire.

Sometimes after burning it several times, the stone becomes brittle and cracks directly, and there is no chance to remedy it when the time comes.

It's strange to say, when I'm often idle to clean, there are indeed fewer distractions in my head.

It seems that when a person is fully engrossed, it is indeed not easy to wander.

After cleaning the ancient monument, Chang Xian picked up a piece of paper from the side, and the old man had already cut the size, which happened to be two circles larger than the monument.

He twisted his hand and recognized that this was Wang Liuji's thin cotton paper.

Wang Liuji is an old brand handed down from the early Ming Dynasty, and their rice paper is moderately thin and thick, and it can feel very tough when twisted in the hand.

The stele must be tenacious, and it can be seen from this point that the old man is a connoisseur in everything and is indeed an expert.