"Are we almost at the mouth of the sea?" Fuyu Fengzhang took a deep breath subconsciously. It was true that the smell of salt in the air had surpassed the soil. He exhaled a long breath and finally got rid of the enemy's pursuit, but the next second he was captured by sorrow again. It caught his heart that entering the sea meant leaving his homeland. I am afraid that he would never have the chance to set foot on the land of his homeland again in this life.
"Haruko, please help me go out and take a look!"
"Yes, but your injury——"
"It's much better!" Fuyu Fengzhang smiled: "If nothing else happens, this may be the last time I see the land of my motherland!"
Anbei Qingzi said nothing, put his right arm on his shoulder, stretched out his left hand to wrap around the other person's waist, and helped Yu Fengzhang stand up. The two walked out of the cabin. The boat was not far from the river, close to fields and farms. It was just after noon, and a small town was located on the high ground next to the river. It was so narrow that it only had one small street and two rows of houses. At the end of the street was a tall square Fortress. Most of the shops, inns and taverns around the pier have been looted or burned, and some of them seem to still be inhabited. To the east of the port is the bay, and the water shines blue-green in the sun. Many boats of different sizes were moored haphazardly on both sides of the river. Some were flat paddle boats traveling on the inland river. There were only a few large sailing boats. The sails had been furled, and it seemed that most of the crew members had gone ashore.
"How many of us are there?"
"Ten thousand people, maybe more!" Abe Haruko replied in an uncertain tone.
"So many?" Fuyu Fengzhang was surprised: "I remember that when I left Ren Cun, it was only three or four thousand at most, right?"
"Yes!" Anbei Qingzi nodded: "But there were many people on the road who heard that this was your team and that they were going to the Japanese country, so they joined the team. They were afraid that the Tang people would retaliate against them, so they took their families and crossed the sea to go there. Japan!"
"So many people are still willing to follow me!" Fuyu Fengzhang sighed, with mixed feelings in his heart.
"That's natural. You are the king of Baekje anyway!" Anbae Haruko patted Fuyu Fengzhang's arm: "There are large tracts of land to be reclaimed to the east of Yamato. There are so many people, and my father, Anbae's family, With your support, you will definitely be able to rebuild Buyeo!”
His wife's words suddenly hit a sore spot in Fuyu Fengzhang's heart. He nodded heavily and held Haruko's hand tightly: "Our children will definitely rule the people of Fuyu for generations to come!"
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Sixi City, Dinglin Temple.
"Victory! Victory!"
Wave after wave of cheers came from the classroom not far from the monk's residence. Hundreds of teenagers were cheering and chasing each other. The energy overflowing from them almost lifted the roof off.
"Victory!" Monk Huicong stood by the window, looking at the classroom not far away, with a conflicted expression: "Victory is victory, but who won and who lost?"
"Zen Master, you think too much, and this is not good for you!" A familiar voice came from behind. Huicong turned around and saw Liu Chongguang's face full of concern.
"Master Liu, when did you come?" Huicong asked.
"It's been a while! I was standing there to reshape the Buddha statue." Liu Chongguang pointed to the door: "The door was not closed when I came here, so I came in. I should have knocked on the door first, please forgive me! "
"Nothing!" Huicong waved his hand: "Come, sit down and talk! Are you thirsty? I'll pour you some water!" As he said that, he picked up the kettle and the bamboo cup.
"No need, it's too troublesome!" Liu Chongguang carefully took the cup and sat down cross-legged. He took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and handed them over with both hands: "Look, look at the sketch of the Buddha statue I drew. What do you think?"
Huicong perked up after hearing this and hurriedly took it: "Oh? Let the poor monk take a look!" He spread out the drawings and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah! Master Liu, did you draw this?"
"Yes, it was really painted by a villain!" Liu Chongguang twisted his neck nervously: "Zen Master, do you think this is okay?"
"Okay? No, no!" Huicong said "no" several times: "It should be said that it is very outstanding. Really, this is the first time I have seen such an outstanding portrait. Master Liu, you are a true master of Buddhist painting. Yeah! Hey!
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What kind of pen did you use to draw? It doesn't seem to be a brush, right? "
"Zen Master, you are so flattering!" Liu Chongguang blushed at Hui Cong's praise: "I used charcoal, not a brush!"
"charcoal?"
"Yes, they burn pine wood strips into charcoal and then draw on paper!" Liu Chongguang took out two charcoal pens from his arms and wrote a few words on a blank paper. Huicong on the side was amazed: "Master Liu is really ingenious. This charcoal painting has a different flavor from the brush painting. This is the first time I have seen someone paint like this!"
"Actually, I also learned it from others!" Liu Chongguang said a little embarrassed.
"Learned it from others?"
"Yes, it's Wang Canjun!" Liu Chongguang whispered: "When he usually wants to build something, he often uses this charcoal pencil to draw pictures for me and Ping Ji, and let us follow it. Later, I and Ping Ji found it very useful, so he also Follow me, Wang Canjun doesn't hide his secrets. As long as you ask, he will give you advice one by one. As time goes by, I have learned that Pingji is actually better at painting than me! Look at these pictures, they were painted by Pingji! "
Huicong took a few more drawings that Liu Chongguang took out from his arms. These drawings were not Buddha statues, but temples. He was immediately attracted by the symmetry, harmony and solemn beauty of these drawings. He couldn't help but Comparing the original Dinglin Temple with these drawings, I have to admit that compared with these drawings, the original Dinglin Temple is simply a dirt wall.
"Master Liu, your son shouldn't have drawn these drawings out of thin air, right?" Huicong asked after reading the drawings.
"Probably not, how could he have such ability!" Liu Chongguang said with a smile: "If I guessed correctly, the child should have heard about the grand scenes of Chang'an and Luoyang in the Tang Dynasty from Wang Canjun, and then painted these, right? "
"Well, I guess that's the case, but even so, he is a rare genius!" Huicong nodded and said with a smile, "Master Liu, you have given birth to a good son!"
"Where, where!" Like most parents, Liu Chongguang was humble at this time, but his face was full of pride. Huicong complimented a few more words, picked up the drawings and looked at them. The more he looked at them, the more he could feel the unique nobility and majesty reflected in these buildings. Naturally, he would not attribute it to coordinated proportions, but It is considered to be the magical effect of Buddhism. After a long time, Huicong couldn't help but sigh: "If I could go to the Tang Dynasty and see these temples with my own eyes, I would die immediately and be buried in a foreign land. What regrets would there be?"
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