[Jin Guang] [Mo Qiao] I don't know

Legal research..."

Probably a guest from nowhere.

Qiao Rulai thought about it, subconsciously turned her head to take a look, and then froze.

The world is full of fragrance in April, but the spring spirit of the mountain temple is not far away.Under the magnolia trees in full bloom, a dark green figure was standing there.

It was Mo Cangli who made him dream all night.

4. Four Willows Begin to Green

Four willows are green

Mo Cangli's eyes only stayed on him for a moment and then moved away.Men don't often stare at people, and even the eyes are too dark, giving people the illusion that everything is out of his eyes.Ignoring the beautiful Tathagata in the hall, Mo Cangli walked up the steps into the main hall, stared silently at the enshrined Buddha statue for a moment, then turned to look at the murals on both sides.

Qiao Tathagata held back his voice and stood aside, but the Zhike monk hurriedly introduced to the two: "Mr. Mo, this is the student who came to help us, a talented student! Qiao Tathagata, this is Mr. Mo Cang Li Mo, very famous The writer of the novel, who came here specially to collect materials..."

Mo Cangli interjected lightly at this time: "I've seen it before."

"Oh, that's really fate..."

Qiao Tathagata didn't pay attention to what the Zhike monk was saying again, because Mo Cangli had already walked to his side at this time, looking up at the murals on the wall that had been worn away by time and were partially blurred.The distance between the two was so close that he seemed to be able to hear each other's breathing, which made him want to run away.

"What is the painting?"

Mo Cangli's voice rang in his ears.

"...The battle between heaven and man and Asura." Qiao Tathagata replied a little too late.

"Unconventional." Mo Cangli said.

— This is also true.The murals on the hatchback of ordinary temples are often Buddha's disciples or Dharma protectors (murals are often a substitute for sculptures due to lack of funds at this point); but the murals here are obviously a part of a story.

Qiaoru said, "I'm afraid it's the request of the supporter."

"Do you have documents that can support this point of view? Inscriptions? Relevant local chronicles?"

"No."

"That's your own conjecture."

Qiao Rulai pursed her lips: "Yes."

The fiction writer did not continue the questioning.He stopped for a moment, then turned and walked outside the hall.The Zhike monk saluted Qiao Tathagata and then walked out.

Qiao Rulai let out a breath slowly, her palms were covered with sweat, her heart was beating violently, and the murals in the shadows became blurred and the lines were not discernible.Among the wafting sandalwood in the hall, there was a faint scent of grass and trees mixed in from nowhere, lingering.

Qiao Rulai originally thought that Mo Cangli would return to the city that night - this temple is located in a remote area with few tourists, and those photography enthusiasts who came here for the ancient buildings and murals often rushed down the mountain before dark to catch the return trip bus.As a result, when he was heating the meal by himself in the dining hall, he saw Mo Cangli walking in leisurely with his iPad in his arms.

"A plain noodle."

After ordering like ordering food, Writer Mo sat on the table and poked his tablet.Qiao Rulai reluctantly dropped the spoon into the cauldron and couldn't get it out, but she still made the noodles and served them respectfully before she dared to ask, "Did you go back?"

"Collect materials." Mo Cangli said, as if this explained the fact that he was going to stay here for a short time, "Only you at night?"

"The masters don't eat after lunch, and the cooks won't come over. We save some ingredients for us to deal with ourselves... This is the case for field internships last year."

Two thick porcelain bowls on the tray contained Yangchun plain noodles. The noodles were snow-white, the soup was turned brown, and there was nothing else except tofu and bamboo shoots. The only thing I ordered was two sesame oils, and some oily flowers floated.Mo Cangli didn't look up, just said: "Are you going to eat standing up?"

"Do not."

The young man blushed and sat down quickly.As usual, Mo Cangli kept his eyes on the iPad while eating, and Qiao Rulai peeked at it while eating, thinking that it is a rare skill for a man like this not to drop his things at all.As a result, Mo Cangli suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Don't judge me with your simple thoughts."

Qiao Rulai blushed, but she still insisted, "It's not good to look at things while eating."

Mo Cangli glanced at him again, lowered his head, and continued playing with his iPad.

Qiao Tathagata sighed in her heart and had no choice but to continue eating.Sitting face to face with Mo Cangli and eating noodles (he made it) always seems a bit unreal, but it's not easy to repeat the trick if you were caught peeking just now.After the two had dinner, Mo Cangli got up and left without saying a word.Qiao Rulai took away the dishes and chopsticks, and when she came out again, there was no one in the twilight-filled courtyard.He walked all the way back through the courtyard, and when he returned to the guest room, he saw a warm yellow light in the opposite room.

Qiao Rulai stood there for a long time before finally turning around and entering.

On the second day, Qiao Rulai started work, fixed the eight-foot rice paper on the drawing board, brought in the standing lamp, studied the ink and water, and began to concentrate on copying the paintings on the wall.He concentrated on his work, until he came to an end and put down his pen to stretch, only to realize that Mo Cangli was behind him.

Qiao Rulai was definitely too frightened to cry out.

"...How long have you been here?"

Mo Cangli did not answer this question.He leaned over to look at Qiao Rulai's drawing, and said, "This seems to be more clear."

"Are you interested in this mural...?"

Mo Cangli did not answer immediately, but approached a little closer, staring at the outline of the group portrait roughly outlined by Qiao Tathagata: "I checked some information yesterday. The theme of this mural is not a traditional theme, and it is difficult to say that it is based on Buddhist scriptures." , it is likely to be an original theme created by the painter himself. What do you think?"

"I... I'm still learning."

"Don't you have a mind of your own?"

Qiao Tathagata shuddered, collected herself, and said, "I have considered that this mural may be based on a Buddhist story."

"Oh?"

"Sometimes some things will not be recorded in history, nor can they be put into words. Those who want to record things will entrust them to others and pass them on in the form of stories and drawings. If paintings There is no corresponding allusion in the Buddhist scriptures, maybe..." Qiao Tathagata hesitated for a moment, but watched Mo Cangli continue the sentence, "Maybe there is a story that has nothing to do with Buddhism hidden in it."

The hall became extremely quiet for a while.Qiao Rulai nervously waited for the other party's criticism, but Mo Cangli nodded slightly after a moment of silence:

"Perhaps so."

"...what do you think?"

"You are the student who studies it, why do you ask me what I think?"

"Uh, this..."

Qiao Tathagata was at a loss for words.But Mo Cangli took a step back and said, "Go ahead."

"You still want to stay here?"

As a reply, Mo Cangli opened the iPad in his hand.

Qiao Rulai took a deep breath, continued to pick up the pen and began to outline.The pleats of heaven and man's clothes are flying, and the belts are like clouds; the Shura armor is shining, and the blade is sharp.Four pairs of battle shapes form the four corners of the mural, while the round wheel shape in the middle is the scene of Shura's long knife stabbing into the chest of a celestial being.Qiao Rulai ticked off one stroke at a time, and suddenly there was a guess in her heart, like ink dripping into paper, slowly blurring.

……is it possible?

He paused, but fortunately he was still a little vigilant and didn't make a mistake in the painting.He simply took a step back and went to wash his pen in the bowl.The ink color slowly came off the liner pen, and spread out in the colorless water like a wisp of light smoke.Qiao Rulai lowered her head, thinking, probably not—how could it be such a coincidence?

At this time, the noon clock echoed long-it was time to eat.Qiao Rulai pressed her heart to stir, and was about to ask Mo Cangli to go to the dining hall together, but when she turned her head, she found that the man had left at some point.

For the next two days, Qiao Tathagata was still fighting with the mural on the west wall, while Mo Cangli was always elusive, sometimes came to watch him paint, and sometimes he was thinking about something in the courtyard.Zhike monks sometimes bring tea to hard-working students, and talk to him about Mo Cangli by the way, saying that this writer is amazing, and his novels are best-selling. Can also be famous.

Qiao Tathagata smiled: "Wouldn't that disturb everyone's cultivation?"

The Zhike monk said: "If the incense is really strong enough, the ancient murals can also be repaired better. You see, in the one you are painting now, the faces of the characters have been worn away for a long time. Even if the construction is invited The team made up for it with skillful hands, I'm afraid it won't be the same as before."

Qiao Tathagata sighed and said: "Life, life, death, all have definite numbers."

The Zhike monk smiled and said, "You boy, you are quite destined for Buddhism. Have you ever thought about joining my Buddhist court?"

Qiao Tathagata smiled and brought this topic over, and when she finally sketched the blank face of Heaven and Man, she paused and brought it over without hesitation.

It was getting dark and cloudy that afternoon, and there was no sunshine at all.The light in the Buddhist hall was not enough, and the skylight was lost, and the two standing lamps were not bright enough. Qiao Tathagata's eyes were sore from drawing lines, but he was in a hurry to paint the final Shura's hideous face in detail, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. I think I can always work on the other side tomorrow.He raised his hand to look at his watch, and found that it was almost seven o'clock, he was startled, hurriedly put away his painting tools and rushed to the dining hall.

The lights were still on inside the altar.Mo Cangli was sitting on his old seat playing with his iPad, when he saw him come in, he raised his head and said, "Dinner."

"I'm sorry, I've lost track of time." Qiao Ru said, just about to see what the master left behind at noon, when Mo Cangli continued, "I'll put yours aside."

Qiaoru froze as she walked to and from the kitchen.

But Mo Cangli still sat there as usual, as if no one could get his attention