the last priest

Regarding painting dragons, the most famous one in China is probably the legend: painting the finishing touch.

During the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Emperor Wu of the Liang Dynasty believed in Buddhism, and the temples were greatly promoted throughout the country. After each temple was built, the great painter Zhang Sengyou was invited to paint. This master painted four golden dragons on the wall of Anle Temple in Jinling. It's amazing, but the fly in the ointment of these four dragons is that they have no eyes.

Zhang Sengyou explained that if these dragons painted eyes, they would fly away. People didn't believe it, and they accused him of lying to deceive the public. Zhang Sengyou was forced to do nothing, but agreed to choose two of the dragons to fill in the eyes.Unexpectedly, when the longan was spotted, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning flashed, and the two giant dragons immediately fell off the wall and flew away. From then on, there were only two dragons left on the wall of Anle Temple.

This story is the origin of the idiom "painting the finishing touch" in the folk, which is used by literati to describe the key point of the article.

However, there is another version of this story in Taoism.

"Zhang Sengyou is a Taoist." Cha Wenbin said, "He is most famous not for painting dragons as later generations say, but for his research on astrology. Volume" is known as a treasure. This painting has been lost for a long time, but there is a copy in our Taoism. This copy takes gold, wood, water, fire, earth and five stars as the first volume, and 28 stars and gods as the second volume. These 28 The gods are humanoid based on the location of the stars, and if you refer to the faces of the characters in the picture, you can identify the location of the stars in the night sky.

During the Nanben Dynasty, Buddhism was popular all over the world, and he was the favorite of the emperor who believed in Buddhism. Instead of painting Buddhist gods, he came to paint the 28 stars of Taoism. Isn't he afraid that the emperor will cut off his head?Xingxiu was originally the guardian deity in the Taoist sect, Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, their faces are clearly identifiable, this person must be an expert in our sect. "

Zhuo Xiong followed Zha Wenbin's words and said, "Could it be that the dragon can fly even after drawing its wings, so this half-finished product is kept intentionally?"

Semi-finished products?When Cha Wenbin heard this word, he unconsciously twitched.

"It's not impossible. This picture is transformed by astrology. In the past, I have been puzzled. What is the prototype of the Fusang sacred tree? Now, I finally have a clue. If I guessed correctly, this tree The predecessors contrived it based on the 280 three houses and the 460 four stars in the sky. The prototype of this tree is this universe. The ancients may have a more thorough understanding of the universe than our modern people."

Zhuo Xiong took the brush from Dashan's hand and handed it to Cha Wenbin, saying: "Then you can fill it up as it is, maybe it will be different?"

Cha Wenbin shook his head and said, "It's not me, I'm not Zhang Sengyou, and I don't have that ability."

Zhuo Xiong jokingly said: "That man must have been dead for thousands of years. You can't dig him out and let him paint. You are also a Taoist priest. Besides, I have never seen a Taoist priest who is more powerful than you."

Cha Wenbin took the brush and glanced at the stele, then turned his gaze to Dashan and stayed on him.

Dashan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Cha Wenbin. He always felt that Brother Wenbin's eyes were a little weird, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.Zhuo Xiong was also affected by Cha Wenbin's actions, and stared at Dashan in his direction.

"Why are you all looking at me?"

Cha Wenbin took two steps towards him, stretched out his hand and handed over the brush and said, "Take it."

"I said I can't draw. I really didn't draw this painting. I haven't written it just now. It came out as soon as I opened my eyes." Dashan thought that Cha Wenbin misunderstood the painting he had just drawn. Yes, quickly explain: "It's really not me, I can't even write, I'm a rough person, how can I play with these, just trust me."

The writing brush in Zha Wenbin's hand is still passed. He has kept the secret that has been hidden in his heart for many years very well. If he can, he wants to keep guarding it for them.The leader of the Qiangdi clan, a descendant of Yinglong's bloodline, the king in the mouth of the high priest Yun, the man with the same tattoo on his chest; if possible, Cha Wenbin hopes that he will never know his true identity and be a man forever. The innocent and honest mountain.

Hasn't the scar gone already?That is the protection of Priest Yun, and what kind of existence is Zhuo Xiong?He is just a substitute used by the clansmen to cover up the real king, a servant who should bear all dangers for the king, some destiny is doomed from birth.Like, Zha Wenbin has been preventing anyone from entering that door, but the servant still brought his king, everything is determined in the dark.

"Take it, try it." Cha Wenbin smiled, his smile was very sincere, the mountain in front of him was more like a child to him, a child who needed encouragement.

"I really can't." Dashan still wanted to shirk, but seeing Cha Wenbin's sincere eyes, he took it after hesitation, because he saw that the person he admired the most was full of expectations for him.

"Brother Wen Bin cannot be disappointed." This is what Dashan said to himself, and he also used this sentence to encourage himself.

Dashan was still a little nervous. He felt that there was no wooden stick to use the writing brush in his hand, and the literati's things were simply suffering for him.

"Draw what?" he asked.

Cha Wenbin pursed his lips, Zhuo Xiong opened his shirt again, and Ying Long spread his wings again.

"Brother, give the dragon on the stele a pair of wings."

Da Shan felt that his forehead was about to sweat. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he couldn't. He was afraid that if he shivered, he would destroy the original painting on the stele.While turning his head to look at the tattoo on Zhuo Xiong's body, he tremblingly prepared to follow the painting. After several attempts, he turned his head and looked at Cha Wenbin with pleading eyes and said, "Do you really want me to draw?"

Cha Wenbin looked at him with a smile and asked, "Tell me, you can draw, right?"

Now, Dashan has nothing to say anymore. Since Brother Wenbin thinks highly of me so much, if I try to push him back and forth, he can be regarded as a brother. Isn’t he here to protect him? Afraid of making a picture, the worst thing is to mess things up and get scolded.Thinking of this, he felt better, the hand holding the brush stopped shaking, and he focused on Zhuo Xiong's tattoo.

After looking at it for a while, he felt that it was almost done, so he raised the brush and was about to start drawing, but at this moment Cha Wenbin shouted: "Wait a minute."

"What's the matter? I don't need to draw, that's great."

Zha Wenbin took out another writing brush from his bag. This is a brand new writing brush. The upper half of the brush is made of jade, and the lower half is made of boxwood. The shape is very exquisite.This pen was given to him by Chaozi. It is said that the boy bought it from other places at a high price. Cha Wenbin has been carrying it with him but he is not willing to use it.The most special thing about this writing brush is that its hair is neither sheep's hair nor wolf's hair, but the first strand of hair cut off by a boy with a horoscope of Quanyang. It is extremely soft. This brush is also called a boy's pen. Characters couldn't be more appropriate.

"Hold out your hand." Cha Wenbin said to him.

Dashan stretched out his hand, thinking that Cha Wenbin was going to take back the writing brush, but unexpectedly, Cha Wenbin drew out the Seven Star Sword, and the sword was smeared on his palm just after it was unsheathed.After a bit of coolness, two streaks of red blood slowly emerged from the palm of the hand. At this time, a small emerald bowl was being taken away, and all the bright red blood dripped into the bowl.

After receiving about half a bowl of blood, Cha Wenbin said to Zhuo Xiong: "Wrap it in his hand." And he himself kept stirring the blood bowl with the boy's pen, and the entire tip of one was covered with blood. It just stopped when it turned blood red.

He handed the pen to Dashan and said, "Just like you did just now, don't think about anything, just draw wings and tell me if it's okay or not?"

"Okay!" Dashan nodded. He never asked Cha Wenbin why, why he changed his blood-stained brush, and why the painter must be himself. He only knew whether he should answer yes or no. Cha Wenbin, he never doubted, and never will.

It is better to say that a great painter is talented than hard work.

When Dashan was completely immersed in holding the brush, Cha Wenbin was amazed when he wrote the brush for the first time.

Dashan's eyes are as clear as the spring water in the mountain, without any impurities. At this moment, he only has that painting in his mind, and he wants to complete the task assigned to him by Brother Wen Bin, that's all.

A man who can't even write his own name, a man who holds a writing brush in his palm, a man whose wrist is thicker than the pen holder, the first stroke is like flowing clouds, his strokes are extremely delicate, The first turn was exactly the same as the tattoo on Zhuo Xiong's body.

What's more, when the first wing was completed, this kid didn't stop writing once, he did it in one go!

The perfect lines complement the mighty body of the dragon, and the handwriting of the new painting does not reveal that this is a copy of the second person. It seems that he and the completed main body are all made by the same person. The whole painting has been integrated into one, but the wings are more scarlet and brighter!