C206 Laughing Buddha

"Bro, the smoke is burning."

I couldn't stop myself from asking. Unexpectedly, this fellow was stunned for a moment. He looked at the cigarette in his hand and let out a cry. Then, he quickly threw the cigarette on the floor and shouted, "Hot!"

I said in my heart that this guy was a bit too careless right? His hands were already burning with blisters, and no one said they didn't know.

"I was working on a painting just now, so I didn't feel any external help."

The guy scratched his head and a big piece of dandruff fell off.

It's really called hair as white as snow.

I briefly introduced myself, and this guy nodded, saying that his name is Chu Mingbu, and that he is an artist from the art factory.

The art factory is one of the floors on our side, but it's actually an old state-run factory.

Because the place had been abandoned for a long time and no one had taken care of it, a lot of poor painters had moved to that place.

The reason was that it was a place to settle down. Furthermore, the place was big, and there was no need to pay the rent. Because it was desolate, it could give them a lot of inspiration for their creation.

After a while, I finally understood why Chu Mingbu's appearance was so bizarre.

An artist's mind is hard to understand in the eyes of ordinary people.

But why did a painter come to see me?

Can't we discuss the art and beauty of sculpture?

Chu Mingbu looked left and right, asking me if I knew, laughing and crying at the same time as the Buddha.

I was stunned for a moment. His words were incoherent, and I didn't understand what he meant.

But when Chu Mingbu saw that I didn't seem to understand, he shook his head in disappointment: "Looks like no one can understand, Buddha is a pure and selfless soul, why does anyone have to act in such a manner in this world?"

His words were easy to understand, but I felt there was something in them.

Joy, anger and sorrow are the four forms of man, and no one would not have these four forms. However, Buddha is different.

There was a trace of gentleness in his face, and his gaze was filled with compassion for the people of the world. It was definitely not an expression of happiness, anger, sorrow, or fear of any kind.

Even the smiling Maitreya Buddha was not like this.

I let Chu Mingbu explain himself a little more clearly, but Chu Mingbu shook his head and was unwilling to continue, he could only say:

"I think that the people in this world are all too obsessed. Even you don't understand the warning from the Buddha."

This brother's words were simple, I did not understand, but Chu Mingbu had already raised his leg and was prepared to leave, but before he left, Chu Mingbu gave me a piece of canvas.

"If you can understand this painting, you can come find me then."

Chu Mingbu laughed, the canvas was wrapped into a big ball, it took me a long time to open it, I raised my head and saw that I was already far away.

The picture inside the cloth was of a blue sky, and beneath it was a temple of a different structure from that of the Chinese, though it was clear that it was a Buddhist temple.

At the entrance to the temple was a statue of a Buddha, which, unlike our usual statue of a Buddha, was sitting in a dustpan.

In other words, he was sitting flat on the ground with his legs spread out in a straight posture.

Because all the clothes worn by the ancients were open, this posture was very unrefined.

The Buddha statue's expression was also different from the usual one. Its two eyes were wide open, its nostrils flared like an ox, and its mouth was varnished.

It was as if it hated the heavens and hated the earth, as if it was extremely infuriated.

If someone had just worshipped such a statue in a temple, he would definitely scare the person who came to burn incense away.

Other than this, there was a big green tree behind the Buddha's back. It seemed to be a Bodhi tree.

Shakyamuni had comprehended Dao and became a Buddha under the Bodhi tree. This was probably what Chu Mingbu was drawing.

The Buddha, Bodhi tree, and the buddhist temple behind him, as well as the dark blue sky, formed four levels, gradually advancing like a Stair.

I also need a sketch composition before I make a statue, and I have some drawing skills.

From my basic knowledge, the concept and drawing power of this diagram is not too high. Its color is extremely uneven and it is extremely scrawny. It can be said to be rather mediocre.

This was just like those second-rate calligraphy experts who did not write the wild grass according to the rules of the handwriting.

Even though no one was able to understand the words that were written, they still felt that the way they were written was exceptionally strong.

These days, there were many cases of posturing.

At first glance, it looked like it was the work of an abstract artist, but if one looked carefully at it, these kinds of drawings were usually made by people who didn't practice drawing carefully.

Chu Mingbu immediately gave me a painting, I really couldn't understand the thoughts of these artists.

But Zhang Tiangang was watching it very carefully, and even pulled me to the place where he stood.

"Brother Qin, there seems to be something more to this painting."

"What mystery."

Zhang Tiangang told me to lower my head and look in his direction.

He was at a forty-five-degree angle to the left of the painting. When I looked at him, the glaring Buddha in front of me changed.

Under the Bodhi tree, he saw Buddha's face blossoming with happiness, his eyes narrowing into slits.

It's called a smile, and I almost thought it was a Maitreya Buddha.

"Maybe there's something else on the other side."

Zhang Tiangang and I went to the other side and took a look at the 45 degree angle.

Indeed, the eyes of the Buddha in the painting drooped down, and a single tear appeared in each of his eyes.

That expression was extremely sad, as if he was grieving for the people of the world.

After I had seen the picture, each had his own expression from three angles, but he didn't find anything strange.

This was because this kind of painting was something that came from the ancient times.

Legend has it that the late owner Li Yu had a picture of a cow perching in the sunset.

When he looked at it during the day, he saw an old cow grazing not far from the cowshed in the middle of the mountains and rivers. When night came, the sky was filled with a sunset. The old bull in the painting had actually returned to the cowshed by himself.

This was done using the principles of day and night. Although it looked like a painting, there were actually two paintings hidden in one of the scrolls.

I think Chu Mingbu also used the same principle, but it might be more profound than the Song Dynasty paintings.

When Chu Mingbu brought this painting to me, there was a high possibility that he was here to showcase his skills, or perhaps, he was a prodigy.

What I said earlier about someone crying for a while and laughing at the same time was purposely pulled out as a hook and then passed this painting to me. I probably thought that after seeing this painting, I would be greatly shocked and would take the initiative to look for him.

The first picture was the one he left for me.

As long as they went to find him, it was as easy as taking the bait of a money-grubbing turtle. It didn't matter how many things they shook out.

In the past, those who had such a line of work called them the Jiang Xiang Faction.