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Wang Mo explained: "You're right, its name does have some origins. It is said that this temple was built in the first year of the Tang Dynasty. After the temple was built, I don't know what name it was given. One day, Guanyin suddenly came to the temple. , and sang loudly: Doing and doing nothing, there is a shore but no shore, the heart lives in Longyuan, and the heart reaches the other shore! So it was finally named Wuwei Temple."

Then Wang Mo pointed to the Xiangshan on the opposite side, and said: "This tree is also a wonder here. It was also in the Tang Dynasty. Although the middle of the tree is empty, it can survive thousands of years. You see that Is it the word Tangshan on the stele? These two words were written by Master Xu Beihong himself.

Moreover, there is a spring in the temple. According to legend, whenever there is a plague in the world, people at the foot of the mountain will come here to get the spring water to boil the fir leaf. It is said that it can cure the plague, but it is not known whether it is true. "

Xu Hongdou came to the "Tang Shan" and reached out to touch the hollow in the middle of the tree. He also felt that it was very miraculous. It can grow like this, and the power of nature is really miraculous.

Wang Mo followed Xu Hongdou and explained to her, "Even though this temple is located in a remote mountain, the scale is not large, but its background is quite large. Have you seen the eight parts of the sky?"

Xu Hongdou nodded.

"This temple is the prototype of Duan Yu's monkhood. According to historical records, nine emperors after the founding of Dali Kingdom all chose to become monks here. One can imagine its status in Dali Kingdom at that time. In ancient times, this was a royal temple. Ordinary people like you and me are not qualified to come here."

At this moment, Xu Hongdou was resting and sweated a lot on her head. Wang Mo handed her a handkerchief and said, "Wipe it off, it's windy here, or you'll catch a cold soon."

Xu Hongdou came over with a handkerchief and wiped it, but she didn't return it to Wang Mo, but put it in her pocket, because she thought it was strange to give Wang Mo a handkerchief that had already wiped her sweat. weird.

After the two entered the temple, they saw monks walking up and down the square of the temple, and of course there were lay monks who practiced on their behalf.

Taking Xu Hongdou around, Wang Mo suddenly saw an old man painting a landscape painting on a stone wall.

Originally, Wang Mo thought it was just a master invited by the temple, but when he got closer, he looked at the painting and suddenly couldn't move.

Because the brushwork and some strokes of this painting are very unusual, it is obvious that the old man who painted the painting is of a high level, not comparable to ordinary mural painters.

Xu Hongdou saw that he did not leave, and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

"Shh, I'll take a look here, you can go shopping first." After finishing speaking, he ignored Xu Hongdou and stared intently at the old man's drawing hand.

Seeing Wang Mo ignoring him again, Xu Hongdou snorted angrily and left when he thought about what happened at the foot of the mountain just now.

Just like this, one old and one young, one concentrates on painting, one concentrates on watching, no one disturbs the other, everything seems so harmonious.

An hour later, when Xu Hongdou walked around the temple and returned to Wang Mo, he saw that Wang Mo was still standing there, but his posture was changed.

So Xu Hongdou also stood beside Wang Mo and watched the old man's painting, but Xu Hongdou could only tell that the painting was pretty good, and he couldn't see anything else.

In the silent environment, a sudden gurgling sound broke the tranquility.

Xu Hongdou's face immediately turned red, and she saw Wang Mo and the old man looking back at her.

Xu Hongdou said shyly, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help it."

Originally, Xu Hongdou didn't eat breakfast in the morning, so he hurriedly changed his clothes and went out with Wang Mo.

Coupled with the climbing all the way just now, she already felt hungry, and now it happened to be noon, could she not be hungry?

"Hahaha, it's okay, it's a normal physiological need for people to want to eat, so why not be embarrassed, if it wasn't for your reminder, I wouldn't even know it's time for dinner."

At this time, the old man found that Wang Mo was still looking at his unfinished painting seriously, so he joked, "Why, can my little friend understand it?"

Wang Mo nodded and said, "I understand a little bit."

The old man saw a lot of young people like Wang Mo, pretending to be understanding in front of him, so he deliberately said: "In this case, you must be able to see a little way, there is still some time before dinner, I really want to Hear what you have to say."

Wang Mo looked at the old man in surprise, not knowing which words he had offended him, and why his words were full of thorns.

But seeing that he is an old man, and he has never met him, it seems a bit too petty for him to care about every detail with an old man.

So Wang Mo said modestly: "It's not a good idea, and as a junior, how dare you play an ax in front of your boss. You see, it's time for dinner, so I won't delay your meal time."

After finishing speaking, he was ready to turn around and leave, taking Xu Hongdou to solve his physical needs first.

However, just as Wang Mo turned around, he heard the old man say unhurriedly: "Young man, in the future, if you don't understand, just say that you don't understand. There's nothing shameful about it, but if you don't know how to pretend to understand, you will be inferior. I know you guys Young people want to show their versatility in front of their female companions, but don't you know, your character at this time is probably already understood by this girl."

After Wang Mo heard this, he turned his head and saw that the old man looked like a good teacher. He looked at Xu Hongdou at this moment, as if to say: The young man next to you is not very good, you have to thank me, old man.

Xu Hongdou wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Mo's hand.

Wang Mo looked at the old man and asked, "I haven't known you for a long time, have I?"

"This is the first time we've met."

Wang Mo asked puzzledly: "Then why do you keep chasing after me, because my words make you uncomfortable?"

The old man was dressed in exercise clothes and a pair of cloth shoes on his feet, but one could tell from his energy that he was not an old farmer.

The old man's eyes were full of energy, and when he saw Wang Mo turning around to question himself, he looked exactly as I expected.

The old man shook his head and said: "That's not true, it's just that I can't bear to see this girl's kind face for a while, and I don't want to see her being deceived."

Wang Mo looked at him speechlessly, and said, "You've never heard of it before. Before you don't know the facts, it's better not to speak lightly?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the old man to reply, Wang Mo came to his painting, pointed to the painting on the stone wall, and said, "I won't talk about the artistic conception of this painting, I guess even amateurs can tell a thing or two, I will Tell me about the brushwork you used in this painting!

Because this painting is a landscape painting, the main method of brushwork used is to draw the mountain's crackling. It can be seen that you used Zhao Mengfu's lotus leaf crackling, and you used the ancient method to outline the veins and veins of the mountain from top to bottom.

According to my knowledge, in today's traditional Chinese painting circle, there should not be more than three people who can have such a proficient lotus leaf cracking technique.

Looking at the various fronts you used to draw trees, they have already reached a very high level. If I guessed correctly, your calligraphy should be of a higher level than traditional Chinese painting. "

But immediately Wang Mo shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that although your skills are high, but you are so good at being a teacher and teaching others, it seems that you are too petty and not open-minded at all. If you want to paint such a majestic landscape painting with your heart, it must be The head of the donkey is not the mouth of the horse, and it is destined not to reach the height it should be."

At the end of Wang Mo's speech, Xu Hongdou stretched out his hand to pull Wang Mo's clothes, meaning to tell him not to speak so directly and offend people so much, it's not good to say it in front of others.

But Wang Mo ignored Xu Hongdou and continued talking on his own.

Although what Wang Mo said was ugly, he was not aimless, and what he said was reasonable.

The old man’s anger didn’t happen as he imagined, instead he laughed and said, “I didn’t expect that in such a high mountain, I could meet people of the same kind, but you made a mistake in one sentence, that is the old man, I am not narrow-minded. , otherwise I would have been angry with you a long time ago, on the other hand, what you said just now seems to be revenge."

Then the old man looked at the two of them again, and seeing Xu Hongdou's beautiful face, he said with a smile: "But it's reasonable, with such a confidante beside me, if it were when I was young, someone would be there If you arrange me like this in front of the opposite sex, I'm afraid I'll punch him long ago."

Apparently Wang Mo misunderstood the old man, and the old man also misunderstood Wang Mo.

Seeing the drawing board on Wang Mo's back, the old man asked, "Why, are you here to collect folk songs? Is it an amateur or an insider?"

Wang Mo could tell from his paintings that the old man in front of him should not be a self-taught fan of traditional Chinese painting, because his brushwork has a lot of traces of copying the ancients. How could a folk fan copy The chance of so many ancient paintings?
So the old man in front of him should be an old senior in the same circle. For some reason, he came to live in Wuwei Temple temporarily, but he didn't expect to run into him.

Since graduating and leaving CAFA to come to Dali, Wang Mo has also sent a lot of works to major art exhibitions, just to let more people see his works and put more honor on himself.

However, the ideal is very fulfilling, but the reality is very cruel. The practice of reporting the teacher at the beginning has now shown its power.

Unexpectedly, none of the art exhibitions replied to Wang Mo's letter, and all of them disappeared without any news.

After a few times, Wang Mo also knew the reason. In the end, he stopped sending his works and stayed in Yunmiao Village to hone his painting skills.

It can be said that Wang Mo's talent is not low. For so long, the theory in his mind has long been transformed into his own real level.

After that, there was a period of rapid improvement, and now it has also ushered in its own bottleneck.

Wang Mo knew that this was the inevitable result of his own work behind closed doors. If he wanted to improve again, he either had to be taught by a master, or had a lot of opportunities to copy the painting methods of the ancients, especially to see the real ones.