"Brother, what is sponsorship?" Chen Zairong looked like a slight beast, confused, and asked as soon as he left the Majia Store.

It is normal for Chen Zairong to not understand this new term for sponsoring this modern society. Chen Wanrong explained to him: "Simply put, it is help. If you practice martial arts, you should know that the heroes in the martial arts world are righteous and wealthy, and this is also help. The heroes help others without leaving a name or paying back. However, businessmen help others not only need to leave a name and reward, but they can only be called sponsorship."

Chen Zairong was very fond of the righteous deeds of the chivalrous masters, but was very disdainful of the businessmen's fame and fortune and seeking rewards. He said, "Ma Zhangguan is really despicable!"

There are many things in modern society that sponsored, and Chen Wanrong is not surprised. He understands Chen Zairong's anger very much, and enlightens him: "It's nothing wrong. We are not strong enough. Ma Zhang Guest sponsors us and sells it for everyone to share it. It will be beneficial to us. If he doesn't sponsor us, wouldn't it be difficult for us?"

The reason is this reason, but it is difficult to ask Chen Zairong to accept this fact, but he is still dissatisfied: "The heroes help others without seeking rewards, so they can compare!"

He respected the knights very much. Chen Wanrong remembered that when he was a teenager, he was judging with martial arts novels all day long. He was so arrogant that he was the hero in the book. He wanted to be the protagonist. It was not as good as Chen Zairong. This feeling was too familiar. He smiled and said, "Ma Zhangguan wants to take this opportunity to improve his reputation and send some guys to help."

Chen Zairong touched his forehead and looked at Chen Wanrong: "Brother, why do you have so many ideas? It's very novel and practical."

These are all the skills of modern merchants. Chen Wanrong can only use it easily, but he praised Chen Wanrong so much, which is really not easy to use: "Think more, you can think of it. Let's go to the Big Wild Goose Pagoda to take a look."

The Big Wild Goose Pagoda has a great relationship with "Journey to the West". Chen Wanrong has loved Sun Xingzhe since he was a child, so how could he not watch it when he arrived here? Now that he has arranged tomorrow's things, he is in a particularly comfortable mood, so he can go and have a good taste.

The Big Wild Goose Pagoda is located in Ci'en Temple, also known as the "Da Ci'en Temple Pagoda", not far from Qujiang. It is in a good mood and has a light walk, and it arrives soon.

Ci'en Temple is a very important temple in Chang'an. It is not only because it enshrines the Buddha statues brought back by Tang Monk from India, but also contains the scriptures brought back by Tang Monk from India and the Buddhist scriptures he translated. It is also because it is also a place where wealthy businessmen and wealthy businessmen enter and leave. The incense is extremely popular, and it is hard to be comparable in Chang'an.

Pilgrims were rushing to the Tao, including ordinary people dressed in linen, wealthy businessmen with big belly, and officials who were surrounded by people. Looking at this lively scene, Chen Wanrong thought he was traveling in the tourist area.

After entering the temple gate, there was a huge courtyard, with pilgrims and tourists in groups, worshiping Buddha and chanting scriptures, or giving advice, which was noisy. Ci'en Temple is not small in size, with many monks' rooms, forming a huge courtyard.

The Big Wild Goose Pagoda we see now has been undergoing vicissitudes and has been repaired throughout the ages. However, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda in the Jingyun period has only been built for more than 60 years. It is full of ancient style and charm. The authentic Tang Dynasty buildings have become anxious when they arrive in the temple. They want to appreciate it earlier, so they can't help but speed up their pace. Chen Zairong looked at the temple while following Chen Wanrong.

Just as he walked, a young man was walking in a hurry. Chen Wanrong walked slowly and unexpectedly collided. The man walked very fast and had a great force. Chen Wanrong couldn't bear it and staggered back a few steps. If Chen Zairong hadn't grabbed him, he would have sat on the ground.

Touching the painful forehead, Chen Wanrong felt annoyed. Just as he was about to question, he saw a young man coming up to help each other in a hurry. Chen Zairong rolled his eyes and shouted softly: "You don't have eyes!"

The young man smiled apologized and apologized: "I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, if you have something to do, please don't blame me!" His tone was very sincere, and he was sincerely apologized.

There is something urgent in life, and he took the initiative to admit his mistake. Chen Wanrong's open-minded person would not care about it anymore. He smiled and said, "Brother, I have something wrong with him."

The matter has already begun, and the young man whistled his fist and said, "Of course, offend! Brother, I'll say goodbye, there will be a date later!" He quickly left.

Chen Zairong looked at the back of the young man and was a little unwilling to accept it: "If it weren't for your guilt, you would definitely feel good!" Chen Wanrong was capable, and he was both his brother and an idol, so he naturally wanted to speak up for Chen Wanrong.

Chen Wanrong's nose twitched, and Chen Zairong asked, "Brother, what have you smelled?"

"Pigment, a pigment smell." Chen Wanrong frowned slightly and said a little strangely: "Where does the pigment smell come from?"

Chen Zairong said angrily: "Brother, stop smelling it. It's the one from the young man who doesn't know the best. He has a painting bag and a painter, probably a painter."

"Painting?" In ancient times, we call painters, and in modern times, we call painters, and artists, and are highly respected. Chen Zairong said it disdainfully, and Chen Wanrong was a little unfair to the young people.

Chen Wanrong looked confused, and Chen Zairong had to explain to him: "There are many monks in Ci'en Temple, and from time to time, they have to draw some things to decorate. It is very common to hire a painter."

"Come here, come here! The Buddha is sitting on the lotus!" There were bursts of exclamations coming from the Great Treasure Exhibition, as if he was excited to find a treasure.

Although the screams came suddenly, they were very attractive. The crowds that were originally in the open space were like surging sea tides and rushed towards the Mainland Palace.

Chen Zairong loved the lively people and was very excited: "Brother, let's go and have a look."

Although Chen Wanrong was curious, it was not easy to squeeze in. While hesitating, Chen Zairong had already shouted: "Give me!" He was so strong that he divided his hands outwards, and the crowd couldn't help but give up his seat. Chen Wanrong hurriedly followed.

Chen Zairong made a way in front and entered the Main Palace very smoothly. In just a short while, the two of them squeezed to the front.

The Main Hall is very big, even two or three hundred people will not be crowded. Now there are no less than four or five hundred people in the hall, and it is still rushing inside, and there is no place to stand on your feet.

The people in the hall pointed at a wall, some were surprised, some looked pious, as if believers met a Buddha. Isn’t that right? There was a Buddha on the wall, with big ears on his face, one hand standing on his chest, with a solemn appearance, and a seat on a lotus seat, which was the Buddha of Tathagata.

The painting is really amazing, with smooth and beautiful lines. The Buddha's spirit and treasure look like a living person. At first glance, I thought it was the Buddha sitting upright before sentient beings to preach.

Especially the Buddha light on his head, although it doesn’t take much ink, it gives people a sense of solemnity and holyness, which gives people a sense of piety than modern lighting effects. People who don’t believe in Buddhism can’t help but think that “the Dharma is boundless” in their hearts.

Chen Wanrong saw many photos of artworks online, and there was nothing more charming than this. He couldn't help but cheer.

"Brother, look, isn't this the painter who hits you?" Chen Zairong pointed at the Buddha's elephant and was extremely surprised: "He painted so well? I really didn't expect it!"

After he reminded Chen Wanrong, he carefully looked at the Buddha statue. The Buddha had a big ear and a solemn appearance, which looked like the painter who hit him. He painted himself as a Buddha, and was so infectious, just like a Buddha who came to the mortal world. What kind of painting skills did Chen Wanrong feel dizzy when he thought about it.

"Brother, this painter is called Wu Daozi!" Chen Zairong now praised Wu Daozi's ability. The incident of his collision with Chen Wanrong had long been thrown out of the sky, and he was amazed: "This Wu Daozi is really amazing!"

"Wu Daozi?" Chen Wanrong was immersed in the infectious power of the Buddha statue, but he had not yet thought of who Wu Daozi was.

Chen Zairong pointed to the right method of the Buddha statue and said, "Brother, look, that is his inscription: Yangdi Wu Daozi."

Looking in the direction of his finger, he wrote the inscription inscriptions in small regular script on the far right of the Buddha statue. His handwriting was elegant and powerful, and he was not inferior to Wu Jing's handwriting.

"Wu Daozi, the painting saint of all generations of generations Wu Daozi!" Chen Wanrong finally woke up from the shock of art and thought of who Wu Daozi was.

In the long five thousand years of history, only three people have been respected as "saints" in art. The saint of calligraphy, the saint of poetry, and the saint of painting, Wu Daozi, are recognized by later generations. I never thought that I would meet Wu Daozi but would not know each other. I really don’t know Mount Tai!

Chen Wanrong regretted his intestines. If he had known that he was Wu Daozi, he would have said a few more words to him and ask for some ink treasures. It would be better to become a good friend. Looking back, what caught my eyes were countless pairs of eyes that were surprised by watching Wu Daozi's masterpieces. The traces of the painting saint were gone! (Note: Wu Daozi once made a Buddha statue in a Buddhist temple and painted the Buddha statue as himself.)

"Amitabha!" Just as Chen Wanrong regretted, a loud Buddha's name sounded. Chen Wanrong turned his head and saw a group of monks strode towards him.

The monks had an extraordinary status in the Tang Dynasty. Wherever they went, the onlookers made way, and they entered the innermost circle without any stop.

The leader was the deacon monk. The red robe was particularly conspicuous, and there were several monks doing odd jobs following behind him, holding a brush and a bucket. The deacon monk looked at the Buddha statue briefly, closed his eyes, closed his hands, and kept chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha! Amitabha!" The miscellaneous monks also spoke the Buddha's name like him.

After chanting the Buddha's name for a while, the deacon monk opened his eyes and waved his right hand, "Scratch!"

The serious monk responded and waved the tools in his hand to scrape off the Buddha statue.

A devout believer was about fifty years old and rushed up and stopped him in front of the Buddha statue: "Master Puzhao, why are you shaving? This is the Buddha!"

Puzhao first yelled the annoying Buddha's name, and then explained: "This junior brother doesn't know that this is not the Buddha, but Wu Daozi."

"Wu Daozi?" No one knew about the onlookers except for the two Chen Wanrong brothers who knew that Wu Daozi was the painter. They couldn't help but be very curious and muttered.

Puzhao had to explain: "Wu Daozi is the one who painted Buddha statues. He painted himself into a Buddha statue. This is a great disrespect to the Buddha, and I dare not shave it off."

Most of the onlookers were pilgrims and believers. When they heard this, they were furious and scolded each other, as if Wu Daozi was very bad. Chen Wanrong couldn't help frowning.

The believer who stepped forward looked ashamed, finished his salute to Puzhao and moved back. The serious monks raised their tools and had to take action. As long as they were slower, the painting saints would be destroyed. Chen Wanrong had twelve respect for the painting saints, so how could they be destroyed? He shouted "slow", and went out to the crowd and came before the monks.

Whether the Buddha statue is destroyed or not has much to do with him. Chen Zairong just wanted to break his head and didn't understand why Chen Wanrong stood up. However, he has always supported Chen Wanrong unconditionally. Although he didn't understand the whole story, he would immediately come to Chen Zairong's side.

Master Puzhao looked at Chen Wanrong briefly and saw that he was a young man, he didn't care at all and didn't even give him any gifts. He asked directly: "What's the matter with the donor?"

"Master, why did you destroy the Buddha statue?" Chen Wanrong asked knowingly.

"That's Wu Daozi, not Buddha, so of course it will be destroyed." Many pilgrims from the onlookers answered on behalf of Puzhao.

This is what Puzhao wants to say, just nodding in recognition. Chen Wanrong smiled coldly and asked, "Master, what is Buddha?"

Puzhao recites Buddhist scriptures every day and worships Buddha in front of the lotus seat. Such pediatric questions are not worth answering at all. Without looking back, he pointed his right hand at the tall Buddha statue behind him: "That's it!" He had a Taoist monk to answer such a brainless question, and he couldn't help but feel a little arrogant.

"The master's excellent Buddhism is so impressed!" Chen Wanrong said so happily. He kept nodding, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, and he enjoyed it very much. However, his happiness lasted for only a moment, and Chen Wanrong said in a sarcastic tone: "Congratulations, Master, you have already taken a look!"

No form is a higher level of Buddhist studies. Attachment to form is a regression, and there is no progress in Buddhism, which makes people very distressed. Puzhao is a Taoist monk. Not to mention ordinary people, even officials in the court always hold polite respect when they see him. Things like Chen Wanrong have never happened, and they can't help but feel angry.

Puzhao was about to ask each other, but Chen Wanrong said, "There is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in it, so where can dust be generated? This is the verse of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng. I believe the master knows it."

The Sixth Patriarch Huineng inherited the Dharma system because of this. This is a classic Buddhist story. Not only Puzhao knows, but how many pilgrims and believers in the palace don’t know? Chen Wanrong’s question attracted a lot of contemptuous laughter, and some people even made fun of him loudly: “You know, don’t we chant scriptures every day?”

This was said to Puzhao's heart, and the corners of his mouth cracked. He smiled coldly at Chen Wanrong, and even nodded in agreement.

Chen Wanrong glanced at the people in the hall, then raised his tone and asked: "The Sixth Patriarch clearly warned you that there is no tree in Bodhi and no mirror without a platform. How can the Buddha statue be the Buddha? Master Puzhao said that the Buddha statue is the Buddha, so why can't this painting be the Buddha? The Buddha statue is the Buddha, and this painting is not the Buddha. Is the master attached to appearances? All beings are equal, and there is no form in the world. Master, I wonder what I said is correct?"

Puzhao's excellent Buddhist teachings kept shouting that this was a fallacy, but he couldn't find a suitable rebuttal, so he couldn't help but be stunned.

A believer retorted loudly: "What else can the Buddha statue be if it is not a Buddha? The one who paints Wu Daozi, not a Buddha, is like I asked a painter to paint me but paint it like you. This principle is obvious."

"Yes!" A voice of echoing sounded.

The Buddhist teachings of the people are more sophisticated than believers, and they shook their heads and said, "The donor's words seem to be inappropriate."

The believer's words were applauded, but he said it was inappropriate, which surprised the believers and couldn't help but look at him together.

What Chen Wanrong said was Zen, and what believers said made sense. It was difficult to judge who was right or wrong for a while, so he was stunned.

Puzhao could say that he was wrong but did not draw a conclusion. Although Chen Wanrong was trying to protect Wu Daozi's paintings, he still appreciated his unyielding attitude and did not want to embarrass him too much. He pointed to the curtain that blew the wind and asked the believers, "Is it the wind moving, or the curtain moving?"

As long as there is no problem with your eyes, the believer blurted out and replied: "The curtain has moved." He pulled the corner of his mouth and looked at Chen Wanrong sarcastically.

No matter how correct the answer is, everyone agreed in unison, and the sound of the echoes was heard.

"You are wrong, it's your heart that you are moved!" Chen Wanrong gave an answer that can make people confused by understanding.

This is also a mistake, that is, the ridiculousness of the world. The believer smiled coldly and was about to retort, but he saw Puzhao making noises and saying "This junior brother, you are indeed moved."

The believer seemed to hear the biggest lie in the world, so shocked that he even forgot to speak. Puzhao explained to him: "After the Sixth Patriarch was ruled by the Dharma, he lived in seclusion in the south. One day he went to Guangzhou Faxing Temple to listen to Master Yin Zong's lecture. While the lecture was held, the wind suddenly blew the banner. The two monks said that the banner was moving, and the wind moved, and they argued endlessly. The Sixth Patriarch stood up and said, "It's not the wind, nor the banner, but the heart is moving."

Chen Wanrong took the conversation and said, "If you hadn't been moved, how could you say that sailing was moving? You chant the Buddha's name all day long, but you didn't know where the Buddha was, and you were in vain to learn Buddhism."

This is also a classic story of the Sixth Patriarch Huineng. If you want to know, you don’t have to study Buddhism, you just need to read a few more martial arts novels. Chen Wanrong used it to question the believers. The believers didn’t know it was Huineng, and they thought it was fabricated by Chen Wanrong. When they heard Puzhao clarify, they immediately became stupid.

Not only this believer was stupid, but also those who heard this story for the first time were stupid.

"Do you know why the Sixth Patriarch said that his heart was moved?" Chen Wanrong asked and answered: "The Sixth Patriarch meant that everything was born from the heart. As long as your heart was not moved, everything was quiet. I have heard the saying "Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and Buddha sits in the heart"..."

This is too disrespectful to the Buddha. Not only do believers scold him, but even Puzhao also has anger on his face and scolds him softly: "Shut up! Don't talk nonsense in front of the lotus seat!"

Chen Wanrong ignored him and then said, "A man does not eat vegetarian food or vegetarian food, but he likes to do good deeds. Some people fall down and he goes to help him up, some people are hungry and he gives him a bun, and some are sick and he treats him. Master, is such a person considered to be a Buddha?"

"This donor has the supreme wisdom and has good thoughts. Although he is not in Buddhism, he has a connection with the Buddha. How good is it!" Puzhao nodded and agreed. If this was not a good thought and good deed, what else would be the connection with the Buddha? Puzhaoming knew that Chen Wanrong would be unfavorable to him, so he had to agree with the things that could not be done.

Chen Wanrong then asked again: "Another person recites scriptures in front of the lotus seat every day and worships the Buddha. However, when he encountered a robber robber, he turned a blind eye to Amitabha Buddha, turned a blind eye to him, and left on his own. Is this considered knowing Buddha?"

Pu Zhaoming knew that Chen Wanrong had gone around, but he had to answer: "This junior brother is just learning from the Buddha himself, but he has no wisdom and has no connection with Buddhism! Good, good!"

"Why do you know why Wu Daozi has the supreme wisdom? " Chen Wanrong said loudly: "He is telling you: I am Buddha, Buddha is me! As long as you have good thoughts in your heart, no matter whether you drink and eat meat, or worship Buddha and practice meditation, you are already Buddha. If you don't have good thoughts, even if you recite Buddhist scriptures every day and worship Buddha at all times, you are just the so-called Buddhist disciple who ignores him when he encounters a robber, and has his own shape. No matter what he looks like, the Buddha is in your heart, the Buddha is the Buddha, and this painting is still Buddha! Master, do you still want to destroy this painting?"

As soon as these words came out, the palace was immediately noisy, some agreed with Chen Wanrong's statement, some opposed, and endless debates on support and opposition. Although Chen Wanrong's words were reasonable, he was obviously a Buddhist monk, but he was stumped by a young boy. Wherever he put his face, Puzhao was bothered, and he was really stumped by Chen Wanrong. (Note: The Big Wild Goose Pagoda should be called Ci'en Pagoda in the Tang Dynasty. The Big Wild Goose Pagoda was called later generations. In order to facilitate this book, the name "Big Wild Goose Pagoda" is used.)
Chapter completed!