C236 painting infatuation

It didn't take me long to get rid of this cloud of dust.

The dusty statue, isolated from the oxygen, had not faded or deformed in decades.

The design stood out vividly in front of me. The Sakamuni was kneeling under the Bodhi tree, with a temple behind him.

I suddenly remembered something, that strange painter from before gave me a portrait, which showed the Sakamuni, obtaining the True Fruit of the Dao under the Bodhi tree.

The painter told me to keep the picture and that it might be useful to me in the future. At that time, I had thought that this person might be someone from the Jiang Dynasty, so I didn't pay any attention to him.

But when he just saw this supernatural sculpture, thinking back to what he had said back then, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

I immediately gave Zhang Tiangang a call to tell him to hurry up and send this picture to me by WeChat immediately.

Zhang Tiangang was a little stuffy, and asked what was the matter, why was he making that broken picture? I didn't have time to explain so much to him, so I told him to hurry over and take a picture of the painting and then compare it to the statue on top of the shrine.

Only then did I realize that other than the picture of the Sakamuni sitting cross-legged with the statue kneeling on it, there was actually no difference between the two.

There was only one thing that mattered, and that was that the Sakyamuni Buddha in the painting was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. This style was known as laughing and crying.

I remember that the painter seemed to be called Chu Mingbu and lived in the painter factory. He seemed to have brought this painting with him for a deeper purpose.

This was no coincidence.

When I thought of this, my scalp started to buzz, and I felt a little numb. I regretted not having kept him here at that time to explain this matter further.

If he went to look for Chu Mingbu now, he didn't know if he would make it in time.

I made up my mind and went to the painter's factory. The place was empty and full of factories. There were dozens of families inside the factories.

At least, the Clothes pants outside could prove that there was someone living inside.

I don't know which room Chu Mingbu lives in, the only thing I can do now is to push them over one by one and ask.

As the old saying goes, a talker can run around like a golden horse, but in the end, I was the one who asked.

However, it seemed that the artists were a little disdainful towards this Chu Mingbu fellow.

I pushed open the first house. When they asked, that person rolled his eyes at me and said,

"Chu Mingbu, isn't that crazy? Why are you looking for him?"

I glanced at the speaker, who was wearing this pair of chemical shorts on a cold day, a vest made of a sack, and an unshaven face that looked no different from a tramp's.

Chu Mingbu who was called crazy by such a person, looked like he was either a madman or the Great Sage.

In the end, the last person still told me Chu Mingbu's address. This person stayed in the abandoned public restroom in the old factory, and even made me pay attention to him, this person said that if he went crazy, he would beat someone up when he went crazy.

Last time when Chu Mingbu came to my shop, he was not a very normal person.

Since I was already here, I decided to take a look. That day, the public restroom was at the back of the factory, and it took me half an hour to get there.

There was a pile of rubbish that had been lying around for who knows how many years, and a terrible stench assaulted my nose. At this moment, I saw a man with a dirty ponytail flipping through the trash, and when I looked carefully, isn't that Chu Mingbu?

I stood far away and did not dare to go up to greet him. In the end, Chu Mingbu who was still standing there flipping through trash saw me and smiled at me with his mouth full of yellow teeth.

"You're finally here. I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Startled, I pointed to myself and walked over.

Taking a closer look, the rubbish in Chu Mingbu's hand was all paint tubes and canvases that he had drawn one side of.

Chu Mingbu reckoned that life was difficult enough, so he decided to use it to pick up things that other painters did not need.

Last time, I was rude enough, so this time, I was a bit embarrassed to see him. I scratched my head and laughed:

"You knew I was coming?"

Chu Mingbu rolled two handmade cigarettes, stuck the cigarette paper onto the pipe with his saliva and gave me a root.

It seemed that the tobacco in the cigarette was also gathered together using the cigarette butts that he had picked up. Chu Mingbu took a big gulp of the cigarette, as if he did not care at all.

"Yes, you are the successor of the supernatural sculpture, and the one I am looking for is you. That painting is the inspiration you gave me."

I was stunned for a moment. What he said was the laughing and crying Buddha. I asked him if there was any reason for it. That's why he drew the painting.

Chu Mingbu then told me a story, saying that it also happened about ten years ago. At that time, he was not like he is now, and he had a proper job as an oil painting worker.

The oil painters were rare now, but there had been a large number of them in the previous decades, such as the red banners or community slogans that used to be painted in the community.

Chu Mingbu's skills were a little better, he could draw frescoes. Ten years ago, when the return dragon view was decorating the temple, Chu Mingbu had already taken on the responsibility of painting inside.

At that time, he saw the painting of great kindness in the Jade Emperor Hall. According to him, this painting gave him a huge shock.

The three seemingly different species, but in the root of the same species, tightly merged into a statue.

especially that Sakamuni whose face was filled with repentance, who did not have the slightest similarity to the ones he had seen in the past. It was an extremely shocking feeling.

Afterwards, Chu Mingbu became a wandering artist, and this scene kept on appearing in his mind. After asking a few times, he found out that this thing was the supernatural sculpture, which was why he drew the Laughing Buddha painting.

When he finished this work, it was already more than ten years later. Only then did he find my shop and give this painting to me.

This was probably the case. After I finished listening, the regret in my heart couldn't help but grow even stronger. It seems that I had been misunderstanding him all along.

He was just an ordinary person who had other goals and interests in statues.

However, the fact that a supernatural sculpture like this could give birth to such a huge interest in him is simply too shocking for me.