Chapter 15 third quarter

Walking out of the ghost needle grass, just in front of the stepped kiln, two people are slowly crossing the front.The old man in the wheelchair is very strange, but it is Aunt Yi who is pushing the wheelchair. "Oh - hard work!" Father Tang Jianmu greeted him loudly and quickened his pace.We followed suit. "Ah, you are here again." When Aunt Yi saw me, she showed a surprised expression. "Yes, I'm here to collect materials." I responded vaguely and nodded to the person in the wheelchair.The old man had white hair and looked to be about ninety years old. He was wearing a very suitable Benkei kimono on his bony body.The wheels of the wheelchair just rest on the two rows of cedar boards beside the gravel road.It turned out that it was the wheelchair track.

Father Tang Jianmu introduced to us: "This is the fifth-generation Songyue homeowner, and he is the father of the current Songyue homeowner." "Ah, I've been looking forward to it for a long time..." We bowed to him at the same time, Mr. Songyue advocated a big mouth, and after looking at us, he slowly turned his gaze to Mr. Tang Jianmu and asked, "Who are they?" Mr. Tang Jianmu introduced us to him one by one , the old owner of Songyue nodded frequently, extruding many crow's feet happily. "It's a pleasure to have visitors. Take your time."

His calm voice was a little hoarse, his cheeks were thin and pale, and his health seemed not to be ideal.However, his eyes are sharp, and his eyes exude a deep and calm light. He is worthy of being the master of the house who was once in charge of the long-established Buddha-making workshop.Those eyes were impressive, perhaps natural with slightly gray pupils. "Aunt Yi, are you going to the workshop now?" Father Tang Jianmu asked while carrying a broom. "Yes, the old homeowner said he wanted to see the situation of the small amulet. Old homeowner, right?" The old homeowner Songyue nodded vigorously.

"I want to see Songyue's work this year." "Then I'll go with you too, ah, how many of you?" "Let's go take a look too." Really prepared to answer.So, a group of six people went to the workshop in a mighty way. "We haven't seen the Buddha statue maker named Okajima," Mabe asked the old house owner Matsutsuki as he walked, "I heard that he has been missing for a week. Are you worried?" "Of course I'm worried, Congichi is still a child. But forget it, he should have his own ideas." "Satoichi—oh, so it's Mr. Okajima's name."

"That's right, Satoshi, Shinta, Ryoji, Maya—they all look like my children." The old homeowner of Songyue laughed after saying this somewhat contradictory sentence. It was the hoarse laughter unique to the elderly with insufficient lung capacity.Leaving aside Maya for the time being, he called Okajima Satoshi, Torii Shinta, and Wei Ze Ryoji, but he called his own son "Matsuzuki" which is really weird. "Ah, yes." Mention the name, I remembered. "Why does Miss Maya call Aunt Yipo Aunt Ji?" Hearing my question, Aunt Yipo looked at me puzzled.

"Why—because that's my name." "Ah, so your name is Aunt Ji?" "My surname is Hime Nagi." "Then why is it called 'Aunt Yi Po'?" "Ahaha, let me explain." Father Tang Jianmu interjected. "The name Auntie Yi—" Father Tang Jianmu said that it was a nickname only given by Father Tang Jianmu, and it came from the "Yi Po" of Datsueba.The stripper is a terrible female ghost who strips off the clothes of the dead in front of the Santu River.A few years ago, the statue of a stripper carved by Songyue was very similar to her, and Tang Jianmu's father called her that half-jokingly.It turns out that it is the clothes of the clothes, not the Yi of the Yiren.Hearing this explanation, I panicked.The last time I was here, I called her that when I first met her at dinner, and she must have been taken aback.At that time, I felt that her attitude was a bit cold, so it was not my psychological effect.

"It doesn't matter if you call me Auntie Yi, that statue really resembles me. Although it's a coincidence, it's still fun." Aunt Yi smiled and said, I don't know how to answer. When he was about to walk into the workshop, a strange young man came out from the wooden door of the drying room.He looked back into the room, speaking in a cheerful tone.This handsome young man looks to be about the same age as Maya, with fair skin and a very thin and elongated body - Songyue should have felt this way when she was young. "Is it Miss Maya's friend?" "Hopefully they're just simple friends."

The young man ran towards the parking lot. The words "As I Smell" were printed in white on the back of his blue sportswear.Is that a fad right now?A small white van was parked at the front of the parking lot, and the Ruixiangfang business van that was originally parked there was moved to the corner of the parking lot.After the young man jumped into the driver's seat of the minivan, he drove the car forward for a certain distance, got out of the car again, got into the van of Ruixiangfang, parked the van in the same spot where the van was parked, and then returned to his own car on, head for the exit.He seemed to have moved the van specially to park it next to the workshop.Is he a businessman who goes in and out of here?It seems that the company's name is printed on the car body, but because of the wrong angle, I can't see it clearly.

"Teacher, what does 'Thus I smell' mean?" "So I heard—this is a sentence at the beginning of Buddhist scriptures, which means, what Shakyamuni Buddha said." We entered the shelter through the back door.It may be that Songyue's old homeowner is inconvenient to use a wheelchair, so Aunt Yi specially chose a closer entrance. In the storage place, the abbot of Ci'an is chanting scriptures facing the thousand-armed Avalokitesvara.I don't think it sounds any different from the scriptures chanted on the small amulet. "Ok……" I found the old homeowner of Songyue staring at the ceiling with wide eyes beside me.His gaze wandered slowly above the Avalokitesvara, stopping from time to time.Then, staring intently at the empty place.What the hell is he looking at?I suddenly felt restless.

"Oh, old landlord." The abbot of Ci'an, who had been chanting sutras with his eyes closed, finally found the old house owner Songyue and greeted him. "It's really rare to see you. What's the matter? And it's so powerful, with a large group of people." "I want to see how this year's small amulets are made." His tone seemed to be talking about fruit. "I heard that Satoshi is not here, so I'm a little worried. This year Maya can't help either, only Shinta, Ryoji, and Matsuzuki are the only ones. Abbot, do you want to go back to your old business and help?"

The old homeowner of Songyue joked that the abbot of Ci’an shook his hands desperately and said with a wry smile: “I have long forgotten the carving method.” The last time I heard that after graduating from university, he studied to be a Buddha statue maker, and later entered Ruixiang Temple as a monk. .His master at that time must have been the old house owner of Songyue. As if they heard what was said here, several Buddha statue masters said "Thank you for your hard work" in the studio. I could hear the voice of greeting.At this time, the wooden door opened, and Songyue came over, looking a little surprised to see the three of us.You may have been surprised to see that we turned back without changing our clothes or putting our luggage away. "Old homeowner, how is your health?" Songyue's attitude is respectful and polite, not like talking to her father.Is this the so-called master-student relationship? "Well, it's normal. It's just that when the weather is too cold, the joints will do that." "Sorry, I haven't seen you all this time." "Work first, don't take it to heart - it's not good for me to be locked in the room all day." Where is the room of the old owner of Songyue?Do you live in a dormitory with everyone? Father Tang Jianmu seemed to feel my questioning eyes, and told me in a low voice that there is a Japanese-style room about five square meters behind the dormitory, where the old owner of Songyue lives.Because of his inconvenient feet, he almost always rests in bed, and Aunt Yi is responsible for taking care of his daily life. "Songyue, go back to work, Shinta and Ryoji might be lazy if you're not here." Hearing what the old homeowner said, Songyue smiled, saluted, and returned to the workshop.The old homeowner of Songyue watched his back and said jokingly: "Does he make people feel incredible?" "Ah? That's right. Actually, the first time I met the owner, there was a kind of..." I still can't describe it.What are the obvious characteristics of Songyue-? "His arms are exceptionally long." Hearing what the old homeowner of Songyue said, I opened my mouth wide with "Oh~". "Yeah, that's right, his arms are so long—" I suddenly realized, and poked my head towards the workshop.Matsuyue, who was holding a carving knife in front of the workbench, had indeed longer arms than others, but it wasn't outrageously long. If no one said it, maybe she wouldn't have noticed. The old homeowner of Songyue said: "When Song Yue was young, everyone said that he would definitely become an excellent Buddha statue maker. Everyone said so when they saw his arms." "Are long arms good for making Buddha statues?" Hearing my question, the old house owner of Songyue calmly shook his head in the wheelchair, and said the incomprehensible sentence "Standing with hands crossing knees". "just--?" It was Mabi who answered me. "Standing with hands over knees means standing with hands above knees. The shape of the Buddha statue is basically based on the shape of Shakyamuni, which has 32 major features and 80 subtle ones. Features - In Buddhist terms, it is called thirty-two looks and eighty kinds of goodness, and in Buddhist terms they are collectively called good looks. Standing upright with hands crossing knees is one of the thirty-two looks." "That's right, so, Songyue homeowner—" I turned to look at Songyue old homeowner, "is he born with the same characteristics as Shakyamuni Buddha?" "It's not so remarkable, but it is indeed true. Besides, isn't his appearance and figure very feminine? This also coincides with the statues of Bodhisattva and Tathagata. He has been said so by the people around him since he was a child. " "His feminine features coincide with those of Bodhisattva and Tathagata..." I looked at Mabi again, expecting him to explain to me. "Bodhisattva statues and Tathagata statues basically adopt a neutral shape that transcends men and women. Doesn't the Guanyin statue look like a man and a woman?" "Oh, that's what it means." "I heard that the Eleven-faced Avalokitesvara uses a woman's body as a model—" Zhenbei turned his head to look at the old house owner Songyue, he nodded and said: "That's right. On the one hand, it's also because of this reason that everyone says that Songyue can be the best master of Buddha statues. Because this place has been famous for its Eleven-faced Guanyin since ancient times." "It turned out to be like this..." I quietly looked back at the workshop again, and felt that Songyue, who was wearing a white overalls and was sculpting intently, seemed to exude a sacred light that was different from ordinary people. "It's all in the past," the old homeowner of Songyue said in a low voice, "whether it's his arm or his body—once you understand the reason, you'll feel sorry for him." "Pitiful?" What's the meaning?I looked at the expression of the old house owner Songyue. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I was talking about the eleven-faced Avalokitesvara." He seemed to realize his slip of the tongue, and immediately changed the subject, "Mr. Tang Jianmu, can you show me?" "OK." Father Tang Jianmu picked up the bamboo basket containing the small amulet and placed it on the lap of the old house owner of Songyue. "Oh, that's a nice carving." The old homeowner of Songyue let out a contented voice, and gently shook the bamboo basket with his thin hands.

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