This scene is different from the Buddhist temples that Zhao Ran has seen this year. The Xia Kingdom is more bitter and cold than the Ming Dynasty, and Buddhism does not pay as much attention to creating Sendai wonders as the Taoist Gate, so most of them are ordinary, either in the bustling market, or in the barren and bitter cold places, and the emphasis is on being close to the world.

This Qukong Temple is quite unique, and it is somewhat similar to the cultivation place of the Daomen Pavilion, and it seems that the inheritance of this lineage is also quite different from other families. No wonder the abbot Zhichengya is good at Danqing, and the style of this temple is quite compatible.

The scenery here is so good, in addition to the hundreds of years of construction of Qukong Temple, it is also related to the abundance of aura. Although the practice of Buddhism also needs to absorb the aura (Buddhism is called sex), the dependence on the aura is not as deep as the Taoist practice, and they pay more attention to the understanding in the understanding, and do not attach much importance to the richness of the aura.

The focus of the competition between the two gates of Buddhism and Taoism is not on the aura and elixir, but on the competition for believers, which is the most important resource for Buddhism when it is reborn in bliss and when the Dao Gate ascends to the heavenly realm.

Mingjue didn't mention anything related to the aura of Qukong Temple with Zhao Ran, but Zhao Ran could see the flow of heaven and earth qi at a glance - inside the wall behind Qukong Temple, it was where the rich spiritual eye was.

When he arrived at the temple gate, Xiao Shamen, who had been waiting for a long time, learned the news of Mingjue's return to the temple, respectfully saluted and helped lead the horses.

Zhao Ran followed Mingjue all the way in, first worshiped the Buddha Hall, Guanyin Hall and other places, and then went to the back. The monks I saw were all greeting Mingjue, some called them brothers, some called uncles, some called nephews.

Qukong Temple belongs to the Zen lineage, so there is a big word "Zen" written on the white wall outside the abbot, which is also simple and clear.

Master Abbot Zhicheng was dressed quite simply, wearing a plain green monk's robe and took Mingjue and Zhao Ran in. Mingjue performed the teacher's ceremony, and Zhao Ran performed a simple layman ceremony, and the three of them sat at the round table drinking tea and chatting.

Where is this a great master of the Bodhisattva realm who has comprehended the realm of body and consciousness, and is clearly an amiable old uncle next door.

Zhao Ran's situation had already been informed to Abbot Zhicheng by Mingjue Feifu, so the old abbot didn't have any way of asking him where he came from, but just smiled and asked him if he was tired from a day's journey, if he wanted to rest, and asked him if he was hungry, if he wanted to eat some fasting first, and so on.

After getting acquainted, he talked about calligraphy and painting again. The old abbot is good at Danqing, especially good at writing landscapes, the walls of the abbot's room are hung with his own paintings, a large square table by the window is full of pen and ink paints, and the blue and white porcelain jar under the table is full of scrolls of painting scrolls.

Zhao Ran got up and looked at the scroll on the wall, looked around, nodded and said: "The landscape is ethereal, no wonder Master Mingjue's words are also ethereal, and it turns out that it is in the same vein as the abbot." ”

Mingjue asked, "Master Cheng, if my master's paintings are placed in the Jinbo Auction House, what will be the price?"

The old abbot scolded with a smile: "You are talking nonsense, where do we monks need to win, and don't need to pay attention to him." ”

Having said that, even if the old abbot cultivates to a very high level, he really can't afford to compete, Zhao Ran secretly speculated that any lover of calligraphy and painting actually wants to know the quality of his work, how to judge the quality of his work, and the easiest way is of course to see what price it can be sold.

At the moment, he pointed to the two paintings on the west wall and said: "I don't deliberately compliment the abbot master, can these two paintings be loved? Cheng really wants to collect it." As for the auction, Master Mingjue knows the details of my Jinbo Auction House, and in our last special auction of calligraphy and paintings, the landscape paintings of the same size as the famous teacher Dongwuzi in Yinzhou, do you remember?"

Mingjue nodded: "The poor monk went to see it, remember." ”

Zhao Ran said: "For the same size, Tobuko's painting was auctioned out for four hundred taels. But in my opinion, the spirituality in them is definitely not as good as these two. If it is an auction, there are two ways, one is that the abbot signs with his original name, and I dare to say that the starting price of each piece is not less than 500 taels, and the final transaction price is unpredictable. ”

This is to borrow the name of the abbot Buddha Bodhisattva realm, Zhicheng and Mingjue both shook their heads at the same time: "It's not appropriate." "They just want to know the level of the paintings, and they don't want to rely on this money.

Zhao Ran said: "Then you can only take a pen name, but although it is nameless, the pen power on the wrist is placed here, and the author's chest is also superior, in this case, the starting price should be around two hundred taels." ”

The auction starts at two hundred taels of silver, which means that the author's level is first-class in the Xia Kingdom, and Mingjue immediately said: "Master, why don't you take a pen name and ask Chen Shizhu to try it at the auction?"

The old abbot pointed his fingers clearly, and said with a smile: "You fool!" but did not refuse, this is the meaning of promise.

The old abbot said to Zhao Ran again: "Master Cheng has a good eye for paintings, I don't know if he is good at it?"

Zhao Ran has a request for others, of course, he can't refuse, but he is good at calligraphy, although it is said that calligraphy and painting are a family, but the difference is very big, if you want to take it out, you will definitely not be able to enter the abbot's eyes. After a little thought, there is, if you can't fight hard, let's play creative.

Immediately said: "It's a hobby on weekdays, but it's not as good as the old abbot." The abbot may have heard that Cheng and the mountain guest are close friends. Before coming to Xia Guoying last year, he had tasted calligraphy with the mountain guests for more than a month, and he tried a new way of painting at that time, and Cheng thought it was quite interesting, so he demonstrated it to the abbot. ”

Hearing that there was a new painting method, the abbot was really moved, and Mingjue was busy going to the big table in front of the window to lay paper and grind and mix the pigments.

Zhao Ran simply took a paintbrush, mixed some ochre in the ink, pondered for a while, shook his wrist, and brushed a piece of thick ink on the white paper, and then slightly rubbed the thick ink away with the center to form the shape of a stubborn stone.

This pen made Mingjue frown, what kind of painting is this, it is clearly a naughty child graffiti. The abbot of Zhicheng next to him was also slightly disappointed, but he still smiled and watched Zhao Ran continue to scribble on the paper.

saw that Zhao Ran's entire body seemed to be following the paintbrush, running vertically and horizontally on the drawing paper. After looking at it for a while, Mingjue suddenly had a delusion, feeling that this Cheng benefactor seemed to be integrated with the pen, he was the pen, and the pen was him.

After a short time, Zhao Ran finished the painting. And on top of a stubborn rock, stood a goshawk with its head up. Whether it is a stubborn stone or a goshawk, it is a few strokes, not delicate and round at all, not like it at all!

Mingjue wanted to say a few jokes to avoid Zhao Ran's embarrassment, but he was stunned when he looked at this simple painting, only to feel that this goshawk seemed to have a god, and the arrogance revealed in the form actually gave people an indescribable sense of tragedy.

After looking at it for a long time, he looked at Master Zhicheng, and the old abbot squinted his eyes for a long time, and sighed: "What kind of painting is this?"

"Splashing ink freehand, the mountain guest said that he was painting and playing, and he couldn't get into the eyes of the Fang family. ”