[Journey to the West] The monster took me away again

"When I saw her, I wanted to be close to her, to marry her, and to be with her forever." When the honest Yongqian spoke, he tilted his head again, and couldn't help looking at Ziyin.

Seeing the sweet couple, Chen Wei had a toothache and waved his hands in distaste: "Okay, okay, go back and build the house quickly, you are not allowed to do this kind of thing in the temple again, remember?"

He just asked casually, without thinking too much, but unexpectedly, he was fed a big mouthful of dog food.

After seeing off the pair of wild mandarin ducks, Chen Wei made an appointment with them to come and pick up the Buddha statue in three days.

I went out of Zhiketang and found Fazheng who was handling business in Yunshuitang.

Not only the Dharma is here, but also the eight deacons in the Huasheng Temple are here to discuss matters in the temple.

There is an abbot and abbot in Huasheng Temple, and there are four chiefs under the abbot.

The eight major deacons are divided into different categories, from supervisors to intellectuals to monks, and Dian Zuo. There are eight deacons in total who are in charge of their respective areas.

Now that the water and land meeting on July 49 is over, Huasheng Temple will hold Buddha's Birthday every year, although monks from other places will not be called to participate.

But the things that need to be dealt with are also quite complicated and cumbersome. For the Buddha's birthday, they need to prepare tens of thousands of Buddha's birthday gifts.

How to arrange for the believers and pilgrims who entered the temple that day, what kind of process to follow, and now there are still monks Xuanzang and Chen Xianzhang living in the temple, and they are also counted, these need to be planned in advance.

Chen Wei was guided by a novice monk, and when he came to Yunshui Hall, he saw a room full of bald monks. He was taken aback, and looked at Fazheng, the leader of the crowd.

"Did I disturb you?"

"Don't bother me, Mr. Chen came just in time. We just talked about your matter." Fazheng stood up from the ground, and the other eight people also stood up and invited Chen Wei in.

After a group of people sat down again, Chen Wei saw the ripe melon on the table with sharp eyes, which had been cut into small pieces, and a small plate was placed in front of everyone.

"This ripe melon was a gift from Maitreya Buddha. If you find it delicious, you can keep the seeds. If you can plant it, you can eat fairy fruits every year in Huasheng Temple." Chen Wei reminded them.

"Cough cough cough cough..."

The deacon of the monk's duty hall who was eating melon was choked by the melon on the spot, coughing so loudly that it took him a while to recover.

Looking at the wet melon in his hand, the breathing of the eight deacons slowed down a lot, and all of them looked at the remaining wet melon on their plate with fiery eyes.

Is this a gift from Maitreya Buddha?

Is it the Maitreya Buddha who they know is the Buddha who came from the east, also known as the future Buddha, who always smiles all the time?

"Yes, Xuanzang went to Lingshan to pick up things the day before yesterday, and happened to meet Maitreya Buddha, and got these big ripe melons from him."

With Chen Wei's words, the eyes of everyone present looking at the fairy fruit on the plate changed for a moment.

If they hadn't eaten a lot of them, now they want to take these melons to the Maitreya Hall and offer them to the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

"It's okay to offer melons when you can grow melons. Anyway, there should be a lot of melons in Maitreya Buddha's house." Chen Wei calmly advised them.

There are so many melons that can be given away. It is normal to have a melon field or something at home. There is no shortage of melons from them to put on the altar.

"What's the purpose of Xianchang's visit this time?" Fazheng interrupted everyone's excitement in a timely manner, and asked Chen Wei's purpose for coming this time.

Chen Wei patted his head and grinned: "I came here to ask where all the Buddha statues in the temple are made? I want to build a few small Buddha statues that you can take home." Chen Wei sat on the cloud In the water hall, he explained his purpose of coming.

"These Buddha statues are all in charge of the master of the West Hall. Chang Guang, who is learning Sanskrit with you in the Sutra Pavilion, is the master of the West Hall. You can go to him directly and ask him to send someone to make Buddha statues for you."

Huasheng Temple has dozens of large and small towers and pavilions, and the annual maintenance costs for large and small Buddha statues are astronomical. There used to be a master of the west hall who was greedy for money and cut corners.

Later, Chang Guang became interested in sculpture, and Fazheng gave him the position of master of the West Hall.

A temple spirit, let alone money, even if the entire Huasheng Temple is in his hands, is not as good as a sculpture to attract that temple spirit.

Since then, there has never been any incident of monks being greedy for money in the West Hall.

"It's such a coincidence, it's great, you guys talk, I'll go find Chang Guang!"

Chen Wei originally thought this matter was very responsible, but he heard that he could just go to Chang Guang, so he said goodbye on the spot, put on his shoes and went out to find Chang Guang.

After he left, the eight deacons of Yunshuitang looked at the fruit plate in front of them and the unfinished wet melon inside: "Will we become immortals after we eat this fairy fruit?"

"Whether you are immortal or not, it was given to us by the immortals. There is nothing wrong with it. Do you still eat it? If you don't eat it, give it to me."

The deacon in charge of the Zhaitang had already finished his plate, and was staring at the deacon in the Zhiketang next door.

"Eat! Of course I want to eat."

Sensing his gaze, the deacon of Zhike Tang quickly picked up the plate and ate his own portion in two bites.

Fazheng sits at the top, and the wet melon in his fruit plate is the largest. When the eight deacons below compete, he just eats the melon slowly as usual, and reminds the eight deacons: "Remember to keep the seeds Come down and let the monks in the farmland at the foot of the mountain try to see if it can be planted."

"Don't worry about the first seat, we'll keep them all." None of the eight people swallowed those seeds, and they ate quickly but didn't even swallow a single seed, and they all kept them well.

……

Chen Wei returned to the Buddhist scripture pavilion and called Chang Guang out, and soon the two of them left the Buddhist scripture pavilion to find the craftsmen who made the golden statues of Buddha.

Behind him, Xuanzang was teaching five new disciples to learn to read characters from a thousand-character elementary school.

The five new apprentices were in class for the first time. After learning a few sentences, they were busy remembering how to write their own names. Those who had no hands poked the ink with a branch to describe the name on the paper.

Those with hands found that the movement of the brush was completely different from the movement in their minds, so they had to grab the brush with both hands and draw a thick stroke of black ink on the paper.

Xuanzang passed these idiot apprentices, walked to the door and looked at the figure who was chatting with Chang Guang and leaving with a smile.

"Fox Jiu, go follow and see what they did."

Hu Jiu, who was crouching in the corner combing his hair, jumped to the window immediately, and ran out in a few bounces.

After a while, he returned to the Buddhist scripture pavilion again, and told the holy monk sitting here what he had just found out with a strange expression: "The master is carving with Chang Guang, and he wants to carve the Buddha statue of the holy monk."

"My Buddha statue?" Xuanzang was also taken aback. He didn't expect that the man called Zuo Changguang to carve his Buddha statue.

"I didn't hear the reason from the master, should I still listen to the holy monk?"

Hu Jiu saw him frowning, thinking that he was not satisfied with the result, and thought about going again.

"No, just pretend you didn't see this."

Having nothing to do, Hu Jiu sat in the corner again, continuing to comb her beautiful big tail.

Chen Wei is indeed learning how to carve from Chang Guang, because when a craftsman wants to make a Buddha statue, someone needs to draw the appearance of the Buddha statue first, and this painting is different from the usual ones.

Usually, the Buddha statues on drawing paper only have front or side views, but the statues have to be made with four sides, so this painting also needs to be drawn in four pieces.

Front, back, left, and right, the details must be drawn so that the craftsman can make no mistakes when carving.

Moreover, the statues of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the temples in the past have not changed in any way except for occasional changes in clothes over the millennium, so craftsmen can carve them without being so complicated.

But Xuanzang has never been man-made golden Buddha statues, and there are no paintings left. The craftsmen stay in one place all the year round, and even the water and land meeting on July 49 is just in their spare time. After listening to it a few times, I didn't even remember what Xuanzang looked like.

This is what Chen Wei needs to do.

A man who has learned many skills from craftsmen, he was busy until the afternoon before holding the clay statue with long arms in his arms, and a set of carving knives of different sizes given to him by Chang Guang.

Xuanzang, who was sitting alone in the hall, heard the footsteps and raised his eyes to look at the people who came in at the entrance of the main hall.

"Xuanzang, look at this quickly."

The person who had just stepped into the Sutra Pavilion with one foot started shouting for people to come over as soon as he saw him clearly.

Xuanzang closed the scriptures in his hand, got up and walked to him, and moved the statue in his arms into his hands: "What is this?"

"you."

When the statue was in the owner's hands, Chen Wei trotted over with both hands, packed up the things on Xuanzang's table and moved it to the side, and after making a space, he signaled the other party to put the statue down.

"Be careful, don't break it."

He made it with his own hands, and he failed many times to make it the most complete one.

Xuanzang obediently placed the clay sculpture in his hand on the table, and looked at the clay statue, which was still a little sticky to the touch. It was one and a half feet high, and the head had no facial features. No.

"You say this is me?" The Tang monk looked at this statue that didn't even look like him, and didn't see any resemblance to himself at all.

"Yes, I want to make a Buddha statue for you. Chang Guang said that the craftsmen don't know you and don't know what you look like. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it for a while, so I'm going to do it myself, and first use a clay statue to carve it out. Then ask craftsmen to make an enlarged version." Chen Wei took out the set of sculpture tools and placed them on the table one by one.

After the mortal monk put everything on the table, he looked up at Xuanzang's current attire.

He was wearing an ordinary monk's robe made of seven strips of cloth, and a half-worn black cassock over his shoulders. Looking at his appearance, Chen Wei shook his head: "You can't look like this, I'm going to draw a picture As for your portrait, go and change that brocade cassock, it looks better in that one, and a new pair of shoes.”

Xuanzang stood there without moving, but after he finished speaking and spread out the paper, he asked a question he was very curious about: "You said in your diary that you can only draw things called stick figures."

The person who had already picked up the brush and was about to paint, as if being slapped in the face, looked at Xuanzang blankly on the spot, and then his fair and thin face gradually turned red: "Ah—then what should I do—"

"Learn again, your desk is too far away from me. Since you are painting my portrait, you should move it back so that you can see me up close, observe me, and correct me at any time."

Those who moved their desks and chairs to the side hall in the morning may have to move them back before the end of twelve hours.

The author has something to say: I understand the lottery draw. You can only draw once a month. It has not been 30 days since the last time, so you cannot draw a second time.The second time will not be drawn until the end of the month.