"Jinyang is going to pray for rain again." Liang Feng put down the document in his hand, rubbed his forehead, and asked, "Have you seen praying for rain in Sizhou?"
"Prefect Ge has prayed twice, and there are countless people." Yi Yan hesitated for a while, "There are also rumors that it was the lord who made a big construction project, which made the drought continue. Fortunately, it was not widely spread."
Hearing this, Liang Feng shook his head helplessly. In ancient times, that was the bad thing. All astronomical changes, floods, droughts, earthquakes, plagues, and insect disasters are all signs of a perversion of yin and yang, and the perception of heaven and man. "Shangqian Tianhe" can explain everything. Not to mention the severe drought, even the controllable pests and diseases such as the locust plague have not dared to be managed by humans for a long time. You can only rely on the emperor's decree to sin and sacrifice to the mountains and rivers.
Therefore, all his disaster relief measures, in the eyes of many people, appear to be "reverse". When a severe drought occurs, it is the right thing for the emperor to worship and the people to pray for rain. In addition to the routine prayers for rain, at most it is to review unjust prisons, reduce or exempt taxes, and stop projects that require labor. It is unheard of for people like Liang Feng to still build roads and open canals during a severe drought.
The performance of officials in this locality can be directly related to the fulfillment of praying for rain. "Pray for rain," "Pray for rain," and "Pray for rain with sincerity" can be written into the era of resumes. Who dares to act so recklessly
Thanks to Liang Feng's fame spread all over the three states, there are too many refugees, and they can't support them except for work-for-work. Just barely suppressed the rumors.
"The drought will not stop, and there will definitely be public grievances. We still need to be carefully appeased..." Liang Feng sighed. This thing is really hard to handle. In fact, the best way is to lead the source of the natural disaster to Sima Rui in Yangzhou. But this will also make Sima Rui pose as the little emperor, pretending to be a deputy pure minister. In this way, it is not known when he will usurp the throne.
Without a target that can be transferred, I will inevitably suffer some criticism.
"The Lord opened canals to build weirs, dug wells to supplement farming, and even in the three prefectures of Heilongjiang, Si, and Ji did not run out of food, and fed tens of thousands of displaced people. The people know what's up and who saved them. Such rumors don't work. "Yi Yan said.
He said it sincerely. There are a few more people who can save so many lives in the face of severe drought in several states. Don't talk about big things, just watch the end. The lord has lost a lot of water this year, and even the ice basin in summer is not willing to waste it. He also took the lead in simplifying the banquet, and used the saved food to help the victims. The provincial governor's office was not able to save much, but the upper and lower effects were just that Jinyang Gaomen, I don't know how much porridge and water were given this year.
These, compared to the ethereal prayer for rain, are too much.
In the blue eyes of the person in front of him, there is a radiance. A smile overflowed from the corner of Liang Feng's lips, and he leaned on the human flesh cushion: "well, now that the war is over, the murals in the Huai'en Temple will be finished in a few days, so I just take this opportunity to hold a puja. You can go with me too. Bar."
Yi extended his hand and gently brushed Liang Feng's temple: "Beside the lord."
After being gone for so long, why didn't he miss this person? It's just political affairs, he can't get involved, let alone disturb. If the lord hadn't recruited him into the mansion from time to time, I'm afraid he would have developed lovesickness. But after all, the lord cares about him, and he can also rely on him. What more do you want
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The side hall of Huai'en Temple is full of curtains. The painted murals must be covered first to avoid damage. Only in front of one wall, there are still people standing on the wooden frame, with light and soft strokes, and detailed descriptions.
Maybe he was in a daze, he stood still on the shelf, and he didn't even notice the darkening of the twilight outside. It was not until the last ray of sunlight disappeared that he put down the fine pen in his hand.
"It became..."
Finally, it took nearly a year. In addition to the disciples, there were 20 painters to help. Rao is so, this hall also cost him a whole set of time. Now that he finally succeeded, even his lower back couldn't help but hunched a little.
"Master Wei!" Xun Yuan hurriedly stepped forward, holding the crumbling figure. Carefully supporting the Health Association, he stepped off the wooden frame.
The sky was already dark, and in order to avoid the smoldering fire, the candles were not lit in the hall, and naturally the pictures in front of them could not be clearly seen. But everything seems to be imprinted in the heart, the health association stared at the main picture composed of painstaking efforts, and sighed: "I am afraid that I will never be able to draw such a picture again in this life."
Murals are no better than scrolls, with wide-open pictures and complicated characters, and the time and energy expended is even more difficult to measure. At his current age, this is probably the last time he has done such a large-scale mural. Not to mention the origin of this painting, which is extraordinary.
Seeing that his teacher was in a trance, Xun Xun didn't dare to disturb him, so he just supported him and stood silently. When the main hall was completely darkened, the Guards Association said, "Is Mr. Liang coming to Huai'en Temple tomorrow?"
"Exactly!" Xun Ji whispered, "If I want to come to Master's painting, I will be praised by Liang Gong."
The Health Association shook his head: "I only hope to help Mr. Liang to pray for the rain."
Even if they haven't left Huai'en Temple for a year, the Health Association knows that there is a severe drought in the north. How many times has he seen rain in such a long time? Jinyang is like this, let alone other places. Since they are good at painting Buddha statues, the Health Association naturally also worships Buddha. This mural, isn't it pinned his expectations
"Emperor Liang is devout, and with the hard work of Master Wei, it will definitely be fulfilled." Xun Xun answered firmly. He also spent a lot of effort on this painting. This is the master's masterpiece, and it is not the beginning of his further refinement of his skills. Therefore, he believes that this painstaking effort will not be in vain!
"Well." The Wei Xie nodded, and glanced at it with nostalgia. With the help of the disciple, he slowly walked out of the hall.
Outside the hall, a monk who knew the guest had been waiting, and he hurried forward.
Before he could speak, the health association smiled wearily: "I live up to the trust of Liang Gong, the mural has been completed. It will be opened tomorrow."
"Master Wei is working hard, the meditation room is ready, let's go and rest." The monk who knew the guest didn't mean to enter the room for inspection, but just advised. This attitude really makes me feel good. The Health Association did not shirk, and went to the backyard with him to rest.
The next day, before dawn, the Health Association woke up. After bathing and changing clothes under the service of the servants, he changed into the attire of seeing guests before heading to the main hall. At this moment, the door of the hall was closed, and there were already many cases of prayer flags and incense outside. It was obviously a grand preparation. This was completely different from the first time he met Duke Liang Jun. It's bound to make you nervous.
After waiting too long, the middle gate of Huai'en Temple opened all the way, and the canopy covered the sky, like floating colorful clouds, heading towards the side hall. This is a guard of honor that is only available to the county prince, but it is just the power that makes the people unable to breathe.
However, the Guardian Association opened its eyes wide and stared blankly at the man who was walking slowly. He looked better, but there was a faint sympathy between his eyebrows. It seemed that this drought was also followed by all the affairs of the world, and he took it to heart. However, the mysterious crown used for sacrifice is majestic and heavenly, which makes people feel awe.
This is almost like what he painted, jumping out of the pink wall and coming to the front.
"Wei Jun has painted for a long time, and he has been lonely for a long time. Can you give me a reward?" Liang Feng smiled when he walked in front of the Wei Xie who was still in a daze.
"Please, Mr. Liang!" The Health Association couldn't say more, and bowed to each other.
The closed doors of the temple were all opened, and light poured in. Today's weather is not sunny, the clouds are thick and thick, covering the sun and making the hall appear somewhat gloomy. This is the newly built hall, the main worship of the Medicine Master Tathagata. The golden Buddha statue is already sitting in the center. However, everyone's attention was still attracted by the murals covering the walls.
I saw a Medicine Buddha, standing in the center of the field of vision. Different from the images of many Buddha paintings, he is standing on a lotus pedestal. Bare feet in blue clothes, black hair in a bun. The Buddha's hands did not hold fruit branches and Buddha bowls, but held a medicine vessel shaped like a pagoda in one hand, and the other hand stretched forward slightly.
That face, white jade flawless, slender eyes drooping slightly, seems to hide the sympathy in his eyes. Just looking at it, I feel a sense of peace in my heart.
However, the opposite of this tranquility was the scene around him. On the huge wall, the Twelve Yasha rings around him. Some were furious, some were chasing eagles with snakes, and some were drenched in blood. All the ghosts are showing their teeth and claws, and they are very vivid. Only one, standing still.
It's not really like a yaksha. Unlike the Yakshas, its face is as sharp as a knife, but its lips are smiling. Although its eyes are strangely colored, they are calm and gentle. It also seemed to have faint blood stains on its body, but its hands were clean and pressed against the clouds. And it himself is kneeling in front of the Buddha, looking up and staring.
It is like being tamed by the gods and Buddhas, taking refuge in the right path, and turning into a humble vajra.
At the four corners of the mural, four wandering dragons meander, occupying the gap, and also setting off the movement and stillness, which is meaningful and long.
Liang Feng is actually more accustomed to modern painting techniques. In ancient times, paintings that emphasized artistic conception and god-like shapes, especially figure paintings, always felt like they were separated by layers of veil. However, this picture was far beyond his imagination, and even he felt shocked.
It is indeed a painting saint.
Liang Feng sighed lightly, "Mr. wonderful pen."
However, the Health Association did not thank you, but bowed: "This painting is still a few strokes away. Please wait for me to fill it out!"
Not to mention that he was accompanying him, even Liang Feng was taken aback. This is too informal. But for artists, there is always a unique capital. Liang Feng nodded, and the Health Association immediately walked to the painting and climbed the wooden ladder. Taking the ink pen handed over by Xun Xun, he ignored the figure in the middle, but tapped a little on each of the four corners of the faucet.
The finishing touch!
Liang Feng was startled and suddenly remembered the word. Is this an existing rule, or did the word come from the Health Association? He couldn't tell, but with just these few ink dots, all the four dragons came alive! All the Yaksa, the eagle and snake cloud, and even the golden light behind Medicine Buddha's head, all flickered.
With a bang, a thunderous exclamation sounded inside and outside the hall. Who has seen such a miracle? However, after the exclamation, the thunder did not stop, and it came in from the top of the high palace.
thunder
Liang Feng turned around abruptly and hurriedly walked outside the temple gate. I saw dark clouds floating in the originally gloomy sky. The strong wind howled, with a faint smell of soil.
This is, is it going to rain? !
Not only Liang Feng, but also his personal soldiers and his side by side Wen Wu all reacted. I don't know who shouted first: "Bless the Buddha!"
The monks in Huai'en Temple proclaimed the Buddha's name in unison, and the servants knelt down countless times and burst into tears. Yes, this is a miracle that the Buddha only called. Are those four dragons also summoned by the Medicine Buddha, who respected the decree of the Dharma, so that there is such a sweet rain
Amid the deafening cries, Liang Feng turned his head and looked into the hall. A pair of blue eyes also looked over, with joy and admiration. Just like the figure kneeling before the Buddha.
All in the heart, settled in place. Liang Feng took a deep breath of the damp rain and closed his eyes.