The impression of the Jade Emperor Temple originated from seven years ago. At that time, it was a temple fair, and his wife and son joined the ranks of the dazed worshipper. Pinch incense, bow down, take a few pictures, and the old temple has gradually transformed into a hazy abstract belief, swirling in the smoke and the sound of the bell. Only in this kind of atmosphere can I meet the gods in the hearts of our ancestors, and the rest of the time I am immersed in ordinary affairs and cannot lift my head, and it is naturally difficult for my thoughts to be cast on the things of the gods, and self-consciousness is a kind of contempt and blasphemy.
But when I walked out of the temple gate and was about to end this pilgrimage, the two dead cypress trees standing opposite each other on the slope-shaped road outside the temple somehow hit my heartstrings fiercely, and a long-lost feeling rose and swelled in my chest. Those were two old cypress trees that had died. I have been born for many years, I cannot know; nor can I know how long I have been dead. They just stood straight on a stubborn torso, barely branched by the axe of time. Just staring and watching for so long, as if there was something harder than faith. I think of a pair of friends who meet in the novels of the Northern and Southern Dynasties. They met, met, and knew each other with common interests, and they met and hated each other late, which was cited as Yu Boya and Zhong Zi period. We met a few years later. The sun and the moon are flowing, and the period for fulfilling the covenant is approaching. A friend was stuck in bed, dying and worried about his appointment with his friend. Even if he died and was buried, his coffin swung left and right and refused to enter the grave. At this time, I saw his old friend coming from all over the world: I know you are waiting for me, and I have specially sent you off. Strange to say, the coffin was successfully entered the tomb.
Standing in front of the two dead cypress trees, he watched the strong branches pointing straight to the sky. Although the form is withered, god is still there, and my heart can't help but be awe-struck. Isn't this not a covenant of life, or is it not two seeds of heaven sprinkled on the earth? What does it mean? What is the police policy?
The search for the Jade Emperor Temple again is based on the cultural imprints left by the ancestors on the land of Guze Prefecture. But it happened to be late afternoon. A streak of light spread the faint cold color evenly on her body. Towering ancient cypresses stand on the ridge eaves like a pavilion, sheltered by the ancient temple makes her simple and dignified in the thick shadows, maintaining a beautiful posture. I couldn't help but think of the thing that the emperor of the feudal dynasty put on his head when he went out on tour. It turned out that the people of this land had done all their ingenuity and agility to render the Palace of the Jade Emperor so gorgeous and atmospheric, and they were only trying to make the wind and rain smooth and the people rich.
When I ventured in, time did not allow me to carefully comb through the cultural veins that were scattered across the lines, let my eyes go to every corner, and listen to the heartbeat of the wisdom of my ancestors. I could only hurry to grab her essentials and take a shallow glance at her essence. An old man who guarded the temple came up and said only a few simple words: peacock blue, twenty-eight colored sculptures, and Liu Luan. The expression of words like gold made me realize the depth, solemnity and breadth of the Jade Emperor Temple.
The old man said that it was peacock blue, but it looked green. More than seventeen hundred years, still so fresh, so bright. Looking down at the old man's line of sight, the ridge top decorated with various patterns poured straight into my heart like a waterfall with emeralds, so that my heart was also covered with this bright green, and I did not stand or walk. Just want to dump it on another person. Peacock blue, beautiful colors, stirring bright wings also seem to fly from a sunny day 1,700 years ago, stirring up a heart that thinks of visiting the ancients. I instinctively followed the old man, lined by the gray background of the dusk, floating like a fairy, like a dream.
The mist floated in the faint sunset glow. In the magnificent temple, the Jade Emperor sat in the middle, looking majestic and solemn, overlooking all sentient beings. Zaifu and the courtiers were lined up in two compartments, and there was a bit of weight in respect, as if listening to the will of the Jade Emperor. Several maids held utensils, their faces were beautiful, their demeanor was elegant, their demeanor was quiet and obedient, and their simplicity was full of humanity. A fresh and beautiful picture of the integration of "earth and heaven".
The combination of twenty-eight statues of figures and animals makes these constellations, which are revered as gods by Taoism, fly smartly. After years of erosion, it is still so vivid and vivid, and the look is complete. The kindness of the old man, the solemnity of the middle-aged civil servant, the wisdom of the young literary officer, the beauty of the middle-aged lady and the might of the samurai present a vivid scene of grandeur and impending. In the midst of it, a kind of reverence of "not daring to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the people in heaven" spontaneously emerged.
The old man's words appeared to be ethereal in the temple at dusk, and the wisps were clear and solemn.
"Twenty-eight statues, verified by experts in the Yuan Dynasty. This kind of statue that wants to combine human and animal figures, except for the Jade Emperor Temple, has not yet found any other remains in the country. It can be said that the Twenty-Eight Statues can be called the treasures in the statues, 'the only product in the sea', representing the characteristics and highest achievements of The Taoist statue art in China. ”
Listening to the old man's speech, looking up at the temple under the mist, I felt that every inch of its space seemed to have a flint of civilization shining in front of my eyes, and every wisp of air was floating with the pulse of Chinese culture. Following the sound of its bells, I seemed to hear the gradual footsteps of my ancestors in this land.
At the door of the temple, the portrait of Liu Luan, a great sculptor of the Yuan Dynasty, enters the curtain. Liu Luan, also known as Liu Lan, Liu Yuan. At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, Kublai Khan ordered the great Nepalese sculptor Anigo to supervise the construction of the Huguo Temple in Beijing, and Liu Luan also participated in this project. Because Liu Luan's sculpture art has the characteristics of slender waist and nose of the Xila people, the combination of Chinese sculpture and Western sculpture has made China's sculpture art a new development.
Oh, the Twenty-Eight Statues were the shining pearls that such masters had scattered on the land of Guze Prefecture.
Say goodbye to the old man, step out of the temple door, a wide look. The tired sunset lazily paints the buildings, trees, roads and land scattered in the distance and near, deep and shallow.
Then I remembered the two dead cypresses. The original sloped road has been obscured by a tall building. I wonder if they are still there?