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Chapter 192 I will stay up late tonight to finish the painting for you! ! !

"Mr. Zhuang, please appreciate it!"

As Yuchi Yiseng spoke, he did not forget to explain to Zhuang Zhou:

"After I made some adjustments in these places, the overall layout of the picture appears more appropriate."

Zhuang Zhou also studied painting in college.

But most of them draw buildings with pens.

Most of the paintings are sketches.

Of course, I will also use colored pencils and markers to color.

As for watercolors, he painted very little.

Not to mention such traditional Chinese paintings.

So he has no ability to make an appreciation at all.

Except for one sentence: 'Damn, it's so beautiful'.

There is nothing more to say.

Zhuang Zhou did not disturb Yuchi Yiseng again.

Just let him paint alone.

And he was watching from the sidelines.

Carefully inspecting Yuchi Yiseng's writing, he expressed admiration from time to time.

I also discussed some Buddhism with the young monk Bianji.

In the evening, Zhuang Zhou had a vegetarian meal in the temple.

Yuchi Yiseng rushed back to continue painting.

Now that Zhuang Zhou was standing by his side, Yuchi Yiseng naturally understood his purpose.

This is the supervisor!

Therefore, Yuchi Yiseng just wanted to draw more before dark.

Zhuang Zhou went to a hut and then decided to take a walk around Caotang Temple.

By the way, learn about Caotang Temple.

When he arrived at the front yard, Zhuang Zhou found that many students had gathered in the yard.

They were dressed in different styles, but they were all looking at the books in their hands intently.

What these students showed one by one was their desire for knowledge.

Zhuang Zhou asked Xiao Bianji and found out that they were all students from all over the country.

Prepare to participate in the imperial examination to be held in Chang'an next year.

But because accommodation in Chang'an City is too expensive, they simply can't afford it.

Caotang Temple became their best place.

Because there is an academy here.

There are many bookshelves with various books on them.

It is mainly a collection of classics and history, and there are also some works on poetry, calligraphy, painting, medicine, etc.

The most important thing is that oil lamps are lit in Caotang Temple at night.

For students, it is simply a temple of study.

Zhuang Zhou quietly observed it for a while and couldn't help but sigh.

The conditions for studying in ancient times were really difficult.

Many people couldn't even afford to light an oil lamp.

After a while, an elderly monk came in.

He was wearing a cassock and had a serious expression, giving people a sense of majesty.

When Bianji saw this, he said to Zhuang Zhou from his side:

"Donor, this is the abbot of Caotang Temple, my master, Master Daoyue."

Zhuang Zhou quickly stepped forward and saluted.

After exchanging a few words.

Just listen to Zhuang Zhou say:

"Master Daoyue, I would like to donate some sesame oil money to Caotang Temple."

Master Daoyue smiled slightly.

With relief in his eyes, he said:

"It's so good. The benefactor's act is really a blessing to Caotang Temple.

The poor monk thanked the benefactor for his great kindness on behalf of Caotang Temple. "

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly:

"Master Daoyue has received the award. This is my opinion. I also hope that this can provide some help to the students of Caotang Temple. Speaking of which, I respect scholars very much."

Master Daoyue nodded:

"Donors can rest assured that Caotang Temple will make good use of this sesame oil money to create better learning conditions for students."

Subsequently.

Master Daoyue invited Zhuang Zhou to sit in the Zen room for a while, drink tea and chat.

Zhuang Zhou happily agreed and followed Master Daoyue to the Zen room.

In the Zen room.

Zhuang Zhou and Master Daoyue talked a lot about Buddhism, life and the history of Caotang Temple.

Master Daoyue was indeed knowledgeable and talented, and Zhuang Zhou deeply admired him.

As the sun sets, the light in the Zen room gradually becomes darker.

The students in the temple are still studying diligently.

At this time, Zhuang Zhou said goodbye to Master Daoyue.

I found Bianji and got a pot of tea, then quickly came to the side courtyard.

At this time, Yuchi Yiseng was still painting at his desk.

Zhuang Zhou held a pot of freshly brewed tea and gently placed it on the table beside Yuchi Yiseng.

"Brother Yuchi, come and have a sip of tea before continuing."

Yuchi Yiseng smiled and nodded, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of water.

Then he looked at Zhuang Zhou and said:

"Brother Zhuang, it's getting late. I may not be able to finish painting tonight."

"No! I will accompany you to finish painting tonight. You are not allowed to sleep until you finish painting."

"..."

Yuchi Yiseng smacked his mouth.

This Brother Zhuang is so cruel!

But he does have something to hide.

As night fell, the light was too dark and he couldn't see clearly.

This will greatly affect his painting.

Wait until Yuchi Yiseng tells his reasons.

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said:

"Don't worry, I've got a light ready."

It was almost dark enough by now.

Zhuang Zhou thinks he can take out the solar desk lamp and use it.

Helped move everything into the house.

Only then did Zhuang Zhou take out the solar desk lamp.

Under the gaze of Yuchi Yiseng, Zhuang Zhou pressed the switch.

Just heard a snapping sound.

follow.

A bright light enveloped the surrounding areas.

Suddenly the whole room lit up.

"Ah? Isn't this...too bright?"

Facing the diffuse light as bright as day.

Yuchi Yiseng was extremely shocked.

After dark on weekdays, he always uses an oil lamp to assist in painting.

But I couldn't draw for a while at all.

The eyes looked extremely sore.

Finally had to give up.

But now the light in front of me is not only bright.

The key is still very soft.

At this time.

Yuchi Yiseng's mind was entirely focused on the lamp:

"I dare to ask Brother Zhuang, how to refuel this lamp?"

Zhuang Zhou explained:

"You don't need to refuel this lamp. If it doesn't light up, you can just take it out to bask in the sun during the day."

"hiss?"

Yuchi Yiseng hissed coldly.

"Is there such a treasure in the world? It's really magical!"

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said:

"How about it? Do you want it? I'll give it to you."

"Brother Zhuang, are you serious about this?"

Yuchi Yiseng's eyes widened and he looked straight at Zhuang Zhou.

In his opinion, this is simply the magic weapon of the immortal family.

If you can have it yourself.

From now on, I can continue painting at night.

"Of course, seriously!"

Zhuang Zhou agreed readily:

"It's just that this painting will trouble you tonight."

"Brother Zhuang, don't worry. As long as I have this lamp, I will stay up all night to paint it for you tonight."

Dele!

Yuchi Yiseng has now colored most of the painting.

It seems.

It should be done tonight.

Zhuang Zhou watched for a while, then went into the back room to rest for a while.

It can be said that Changan Hyundai was running back and forth today.

This consumes a lot of mental energy.

But couldn't sleep at all.

Zhuang Zhou simply took out Ural and prepared to study.

Today I heard Bianji talking about Master Xuanzang.

Zhuang Zhou was quite interested in him.

After checking the results, I found out.

Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty came out of Chang'an in the third year of Zhenguan.

He did not return to Chang'an until the 19th year of Zhenguan.

A total of seventeen years of traveling back and forth.

The journey reached fifty thousand miles.

Visited 138 countries.

What the hell!

This is truly an awesome man who deserves to be admired by future generations!

then.

I looked up the story about identifying machines again.

Only then did I realize that this guy was also a great guy.

Bianji had his hair cut at the age of 15 and studied under two masters.

One of them is the current Master Daoyue.

Another one is Master Xuanzang.

But that would have to wait until Xuanzang returned to Chang'an in the seventeenth year of Zhenguan.

Bianji was already 26 years old that year.

He became famous in Chang'an for helping Xuanzang compile "Records of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty".

It was at that time that it attracted the attention of Princess Gaoyang.

It ended up being a big mistake.

He was cut in half and died by Li Shimin.

That year Bianji was 30 years old.