The temple gate of Xiangguo Temple is extremely magnificent. A huge painted archway blocked the stone path. The pilgrims came and went. Chen Ao was crowded with women, so it was not convenient to walk. When you walked through the temple gate, there were rows of green pine trees on the side of the road. The green pine trees swayed in the wind and rustled. It was just because there were many people that people did not notice the natural beauty in tranquility. Chen Ao was so crowded that he was sweating. After becoming an official, he rarely tried to get stuck in the crowd. Either it was a servant who led the way or a captain riding a horse and a knife leading the way. Wherever he passed, he was at a loss.

Today, Chen Ao was wearing a round-necked Confucian shirt with a large open collar and very loose collar. Especially the sleeves were sparse and almost hanging down to the ground. Now he realized that this shirt was not suitable for wearing and was not suitable for wearing in this crowded place. The long hair on his head was wrapped around his long hair. At this time, he felt that the weather was a little hot. Perhaps because of his anxiety, he felt that he couldn't breathe.

Seeing him like this, An Ning and others unconsciously accelerated their pace. Zhao Ziheng walked fast and simply went to open the road alone. Tang Mo'er's face was also slightly red. She exhaled like a scented espresso she brought with her, and asked Chen Ao to stop and wipe the sweat on his forehead.

Chen Ao immediately smiled and said, "My Mole is the best for me."

An Ning's face flushed and said to herself, "Oh, why didn't she think of it just now? She was used to living a life of luxury and was quite indifferent to the grains. How could she think of many considerate actions of her husband? So her pretty face was a little ashamed and a little embarrassed, and even slowed down her pace.

Chun'er and Zhenzhen said something at the end, but they didn't notice it. Zhou Ruo was also a little guilty at this time. In fact, she was not unexpected, but she was stubborn and thought in her heart that she always felt that it was not good to be so intimate in front of so many people.

A lieutenant rushed out, grabbed the sleeve with his hand, and came over to wipe Chen Ao's forehead. Chen Ao was startled by the sudden change, quickly took a step back and said, "What are you doing?"

The captain said: "Wipe your highness to sweat."

Chen Ao couldn't help but say angrily: "Get out."

The captains burst into laughter.

Chen Ao thought to himself, it was so proud that he was teasing his mentor. It seemed that he would not put his shoes on him next time. He wanted to remember the appearance of the captain, who had already slipped behind.

The group walked and stopped and finally entered the Buddhist temple. When they arrived here, there was more crowds. They didn't have time to see the scenery. After passing the main entrance, they suddenly realized that the appearance of Xiangguo Temple was very good. The main hall was tall, with spacious courtyards, flowers and trees, and monks' rooms. There were many people in the main hall. Chen Ao had to take his family to a sparsely populated place. After a archway, there was a hall called Wenyuan Pavilion in front.

Chen Ao couldn't help laughing. There was a Wenyuan Hall in the palace, and there was a Wenyuan Pavilion here. If you dare to call it Wenyuan, I'm afraid the only one who can be called "Wangyuan" was the only one who would be the Xiangguo Temple. I walked in with people, but was stopped by a novice monk. The novice monk said seriously: "The main thing is to burn incense. I will go to the Luohan Temple. No outsiders are allowed to enter and exit here."

The captain behind couldn't help but come forward and scolded, "Bold, do you know who my young master is?"

When the novice monk saw Chen Ao looking noble, he was a little hesitant, but he heard a round voice coming from inside: "Why not invite the guests in and sit down?"

After hearing this, the novice monk stepped back and clasped his hands and said, "Please come in, donor."

Zhao Ziheng nodded and said, "It turns out that monks have such power, and this Buddhist temple is divided into three or six levels."

The novice monk was indifferent, Chen Ao was afraid that Zhao Ziheng would talk nonsense again, so he held her hand in. Zhao Ziheng's cheeks were red and said, "Don't pull, don't pull, I will leave myself."

Chen Ao ignored it and grabbed the warm little hand, his mind was actually rippling. Then he thought, "I think of spring in the Luohan Temple is indeed interesting."

Zhou Ruo and Chun'er were teasing Zhao Ziheng. Zhao Ziheng was even more embarrassed when he heard this and followed Chen Ao obediently.

When he entered the Buddha Hall, there was a flash of light in front of Chen Ao's eyes. No wonder ordinary people were allowed to enter and exit. I was afraid that every thing in the Buddha Hall was not even under the influence of the Buddha Hall. There was no Buddha statue here, but there was a scent of ink. When he entered through the door, the first painting hanging made Chen Ao focus on his heart and unable to help but calm down.

Zhao Ziheng also forgot to shyness at this time, and actually grabbed Chen Ao's hand hard. The two of them held hands and were fascinated by the painting.

This painting is "Viewing the Xishan Tower" by Yan Wengui, a painter of the Northern Song Dynasty. Yan Wengui was one of the most famous painters in the early Song Dynasty. He is particularly good at landscapes. This painting of Xishan Tower can be regarded as the work of Yan Wengui's peak. The painting depicts the mountains and mountains in the river view, with a broad and vast atmosphere. The mountains in the picture are magnificent, with towering peaks and dense forests. There are towers and temples at the foot of the mountain and at the back of the mountain, which appear from time to time.

The rare thing about this painting is that it first uses thick ink lines to outline the outline of the mountains and rocks. The square curve is powerful. First, light ink is used to make more textures, then thick ink is used to make sparse textures, and also rubbing strokes to express the hardness and three-dimensionality of the mountains and rocks.

If you use thick ink lines to outline the outline of the rock, you are afraid that Shen Ao is not as good as that. The painting skills are ever-changing, but you have to be a natural person, but there are always one or two places you are good at. Yan Wengui is best at coarse ink. Under the strong ink, the outline of the rock suddenly becomes extremely strong and vivid. At first glance, the whole painting is lifelike, just like climbing a high and looking into the distance. Seeing the magnificence of the rock, you can't help but feel excited.

However, from a professional perspective, what Chen Ao really cares about is not the overall picture of the painting, but the use of brush and ink in the painting. Every line and every pen, wherever there is a slight regret, wherever there is a stroke of magic, and you must appreciate it in your heart.

Zhao Ziheng looked only at the layout of the whole picture and the scenery of the mountains and forests, and couldn't help but exclaim: "It's so good, but unfortunately it's a little rough. How can you use a rough brush to paint the forest?"

Chen Ao couldn't help but say, "Yan Wengui's style is like this. At first glance, it seems that the forest painting is a bit simpler, but if you look carefully, do you think there is a natural mood in this succinct?"

Zhao Ziheng then looked at it hard for a while before exclaiming: "Yes, if you only look at the trees, it will merge with the mountains and rocks, just like water melting."

Shui*** Rong... Chen Ao's eyes couldn't help but glance at Zhao Ziheng's small chest, then coughed, thinking in his heart, he was guilty!

After reading "Viewing the Stream Tower" and looking at it all the way, there are still many famous artists hidden in this hall, and almost all the masters of the early Song Dynasty paintings gathered here. In addition to Yan Wengui, there are also Sun Mengqing, Shi Ke, Gao Wenjin, Que Bai, Li Jiyuan and others. The painting style of the entire early Song Dynasty is unobstructed here, making Chen Ao feel as if he is free to enter the treasure mountain.

Zhao Ziheng started to comment on the paintings of these people, and occasionally compared them with Chen Ao. Chen Ao just smiled lightly and said, "When the paintings were painted, they became the dividing ridge. Most of the paintings before the Song Dynasty only paid attention to Gu Kaizhi's charm, and the paintings were slightly abstract. However, in the early Song Dynasty, Shen Yun paid attention to them, but some painting techniques began to be valued. For example, when viewing the Xishan Tower just now, he used thick ink, light ink, thick ink, and various techniques of brushing were already skilled, so even if there were many unsatisfactory aspects in these paintings, and even some paintings were a little awkward in the layout, it was them who created a new style of painting. I was just a tree planted by the predecessors and later generations enjoyed the shade. How could I go side by side with these people?"

Zhao Ziheng thought for a while and said, "I understand. Just like Confucius, Confucius passed on his knowledge. Although his knowledge was flawed, the scholars in the world were his disciples. No matter how high his knowledge was, they could not match him. Isn't it?"

Chen Ao widened his eyes and said, "Don't talk nonsense, and don't look at where this place is. If the scholars really hear you say that Saint Confucius's knowledge is flawed, it depends on how you end it."

Zhao Ziheng laughed and said, "Man is not a god or a Buddha, how can there be no mistakes? Are you not a scholar? You can listen, why can't other scholars listen?"

Chen Ao shook his head and smiled, "I'll ask you, how about I scold Gu Kaizhi in front of you?"

Zhao Ziheng wanted to break free from Chen Ao's big hand, and widened his eyes and said, "You dare!"

Chen Ao smiled faintly and said, "That's it. There are saints in every line. You cannot curse randomly. Do not do to others what you do not want others to do to you, right?"

Zhao Ziheng said obediently: "Okay, you made sense this time."

The two of them chatted for no reason. When Chen Ao came to his senses, they found that the other female relatives had left clean. However, there was still someone in this Buddhist temple. They just had their thoughts hanging on the painting hanging on the wall, and they were neglected. Chen Ao glanced at the man and saw that the man was wearing a foreign dress, wearing a white shirt, wearing a slutch on his head, and was shaking a white fan in his hand, looking at him seriously.

Chen Ao couldn't help but smile bitterly. An Ning and the others must have seen a stranger here, and they ignored them, so they retreated. However, this person saw his words and deeds clearly. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and could not see a look of shame on his face. He just smiled faintly: "I disturbed Brother Tai Yaxing, Brother Tai is not from Bianjing?"

The man smiled faintly and said, "I am Duan Zhengsheng, I have met Your Highness."

Duan... Chen Ao suddenly remembered what Lu Zhizhang said to him from the past, and thought, could this person be him? There are many eminent monks in Dali Country, and it is not surprising that this person can enter and exit the Xiangguo Temple at will. He smiled faintly and said, "Oh, Brother Duan, please sit down."

Zhao Ziheng whispered from the side: "It seems that we are the guests, and he should ask us to sit down."

Chen Ao's face remained unchanged and said, "He is a native of Dali, I am a native of the Song Dynasty. He treats Dali guests with the courtesy of the Song Dynasty. It's a pleasure to have friends coming from afar, haha."

Zhao Ziheng couldn't help but stick out his tongue, thinking in his heart that this guy's face was still so thick.

Duan Zhengsheng smiled and said, "Your Highness is right."

Chen Ao couldn't help but say, "Do you know the identity of this king?"

Duan Zheng laughed and said, "Didn't this female donor keep calling His Highness's name just now? I'm afraid there are not many people with a proud surname in Bian Jing. Looking at His Highness's conversation, it is actually not difficult to guess."

Chen Ao smiled and said, "I'm laughing."

Everyone sat down together, Duan Zhengsheng said seriously: "Duan has been looking forward to meeting Your Highness, but he has never found an opportunity. Today, he is extremely honored to have a discussion with Your Highness in this Buddhist temple."

Chen Ao pretended not to know and said, "Is it possible that Brother Duan has something to ask for?"

Duan Zhengsheng's eyes changed, and he sighed, and then said, "I'm not afraid of your highness laughing. Duan is the second prince of Dali Kingdom, and his father is the King of Dali. This time he came to Dasong, there was something to ask for.

Chen Ao smiled faintly and said, "What are you talking about in the Buddhist temple? Chen heard that Dali has always been prosperous in Buddhism. Is that true? Oh! By the way, Duan Zhengchun, the previous king of Dali, later avoided his position and became a monk, right?"

Chen Ao obviously has no interest in listening to the various things in Dali Country like Duan Zhengsheng. Of course, if you can avoid such troubles, who knows whom these days? Brothers can turn against each other, let alone such people who are completely inseparable.

Duan Zhengsheng smiled slightly out of control, and then said, "The last emperor of Zhongzong really became a monk, but it was not for Buddhist affairs."

Zhao Ziheng said: "It's not for the sake of the Buddha, what did he do to become a monk?"

Duan Zhengsheng said bitterly: "I have to do it."

Zhao Ziheng had to ask, but Chen Ao kept winking her. This time, Zhao Ziheng actually understood and curled his lips: "As the king, what's the last resort?"

Duan Zhengsheng looked at Chen Ao and said, "Because the country has won powerful ministers."

Chen Ao thought to himself, was this guy ridiculing himself? No, even if he is powerful, he is still a minister and can force the monarch to become a monk. There are only a few people in this world who rely on his fingers.

Duan Zhengsheng continued: "Now Dali Kingdom is about to repeat the same trick. Your Highness knows that this time, the Buddhist meeting held in Dali, gathered princes and monks from all countries in Dali, but why?"

Chen Ao said with a tough head, "Brother Duan said that's right."

Duan Zhengsheng said: "Stand up to power!"

Chen Ao curled his lips and said, "Can national strength like Dali establish its authority?"

Duan Zhengsheng shook his head and said, "It is not that Dali has established authority for all countries, but that Dali's powerful ministers want to establish authority for Dali's royal family."

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Chapter completed!