Faithful to Buddha, Faithful to You

Chapter 21: Kezil Qianfo Cave

Seven days later, on a bright summer morning, we boarded his well-performing carriage and set off towards Kezil Thousand Buddha Hole. Kezil Thousand Buddha Hole is 70 kilometers from the warehouse car, our carriage is lightweight and will be there in two days. But it's really not nice to have a small space with Rosh. Everywhere you look, it's his figure. Calm Rosh, light smiling Rosh, elegant, graceful Rosh, eye-catching Rosh, my eyes, like an 8 megapixel camera, constantly set his image. Alas, I wish I had a picture of him, and I would have thought about it when I got back. By the way, I have to go back anyway, so there's no point in wasting feelings. Keep an eye on your nose, nose and mind, put away all thoughts you shouldn't have, resist the charm of handsome men and do my job well.

So when the carriage stopped for a break, I ignored him stretching out his hand to help me jump on and off myself. Serve yourself when you eat and drink water and don't take anything from him. After eating, he touched his mouth and wiped it clean when the corner of his mouth was shattered, leaving his hands holding onto the pad to shrink awkwardly. Close your eyes and rest when you can't hide in the carriage, and don't fall asleep upside down, lest you wake up with his arm as a pillow.

Is that my illusion? There was a loud sigh of shadow, if any, flowing into my ear. Heart, unprovoked pain...

That's how we got to the Kezil Thousand Buddha Cave. I can't help but admire my strength and adhere to my principle of not engaging with any ancient people for two days alone in such a fascinating situation. This is what the boss taught me before I crossed: always remember that you are modern, always remember that you want to go back to modern, always remember that if you work with personal feelings, history may change...

When I saw the sparkling rouge in the sunset, the cave doors lined up, with raised wooden ladders and corridors leading to the various caves. I think I can throw emotions and all that hard work behind my head...

I didn't visit the cave until the morning after. Stay at the inn by the Muzat River at night. Already the best room, but the sanitary conditions are not very reassuring, luckily I have my own light sleeping bag. At night, the Muzat River is cool and the stars are everywhere. No contaminated night sky, looks so refreshing. I wanted to walk around the river, but I was always stirred up by the tall slimming shadow behind me that didn't follow me slowly. I couldn't help but walk back to my room, leaving him alone by the moonlight river.

When I went to the cave the next day, I wasn't surprised that too many people recognized him. The Stone Cave Temple has attracted many monks to practice here, and a monastic cave is full. Everyone saw him without exception with a surprise or even a slightly belittled look. When will Rosh be despised? Must be how much I care. In any event, the monk welcomed him with enthusiasm and led him into a monastic cave that had been purposefully emptied. However, he should be surrounded by the monks to discuss Buddhist law, instead of just sitting alone in the monastic cave. I noticed that the monks in the other monasteries were also unable to leave the house to sit quietly all day. Though I'm a little strange, think about the fact that I'm not familiar with Buddhist rules and regulations. Besides, what's most appealing to me right now is mural painting, which throws doubt behind my head.

There are 236 caves numbered Kezil Qianfo Cave, with some 80 caves left over from the murals. The vast majority of them sit quietly in the monastic caves where they practise. I've watched it in the 21st century. There are no murals in the monastic cave, only cold stone beds, and they are very small. In ancient times, it was very difficult and expensive to dig caves by hand. The original caves of Kezil Thousand Buddha Caves were all built at the expense of King Turtle. All I see now are two mural caves and eight monastic caves, one of which is still unfinished, and the painters are still busy painting.

I was immediately attracted, what a good subject. Whether it's pigment, composition, coloring, composition of the painter, Buddhist story of painting, any theme, can be a high-quality academic paper. I met a group of United Nations charities in an ancient temple over 800 years ago at the site of the Guga dynasty in the Ali region of Tibet (now in the district of Alizada, Tibet), dedicated to the free restoration of murals for World Heritage sites. Talking to a Swiss girl squatting on a shelf, she showed me mural fixtures, big and small pens, shovels, tweezers, lots and lots of complexity. Look at her work. It's called embroidery. The restored mural immediately restored to life, as if it had just been painted, so I admired it. Now I'm sitting in the middle of nowhere observing how ancient painters portrayed these murals little by little under the rudimentary conditions of pine grease lighting, and let me go into research without sleep or sleep. I interacted with the painters, formed a piece, learned their painting skills, and was very busy copying the finished paintings.

They bottomed with blue blue turquoise powder, painted with gold powder and gold foil on the palate of the Buddha, and looked at it, and the Buddha in the basket diamond pattern glittered with a golden glitter, exquisite and unusual. When the red color on the mural is turned black by the wind and dust, and other pigments are difficult to identify the original face, the blue painted with turquoise stone will never fade, and it is as beautiful as it was in the beginning. Green Gold Stone, originally from Afghanistan, 1500 kilometres from Turz, has a tempting dark blue hue and flashing yellow iron ore stars, and when ancient merchants shipped them to Turz, the price of green gold stone had multiplied several times that of gold of equal weight. The holes, the interweaving of the blue and the golden glitter, this stunning sight is a huge expense. These paintings, later turtles, have been rehabilitated, hate idolatry, wipe the Buddha in the Kezil Cave, one by one, and reveal the color of the mud and dust inside to modern times. There was only one blue piece left to 21st century scholars to shush.

After the rise of Buddhism at the end of the sixth century BC, there were no Buddha statues for hundreds of years, but they were symbolized by footprints, thrones, Bodhi trees, Buddha towers, etc. I can't see Buddha statues in the AJANTA caves in India in the early 12th century, only Buddha towers, footprints, Buddha seats. After the first century AD, with the popularity of the Grand multiplier Buddhism, idolatry became a culture, resulting in the creation of Buddha statues. In the Putulo region (in the north-western subcontinent of South Asia, now in northern Pakistan and along the north-eastern border of Afghanistan), the creation of Buddha statues absorbs Greek statues and embossed styles more because Alexander the Great came here to bring in Greek art. Putulo art has become an important genre of Buddhist statue art.

The Kezil Grotto is deeply influenced by the art of Tartarus and even Greek art. A statue of the Buddha that will be destroyed in the Hereafter is a typical representation of the statue of the Buddha. Elliptical face, eyebrows, tall nose beams, wavy hair with a roof, a shoulder coat and a beard. And the Buddha, Bodhisattva, Flying Sky, etc. in the mural, many of them are * *, even completely naked, in beautiful shape, all the clothes, ornaments, silk ribbons on the body are not depicted in the wood three points.

I'm copying a temptation map of the womb. This picture shows Buddha or Prince deciding to leave home because of all the distress in real life. In order to retain his succession to the throne, his father, King Jing Di, intended to create an environment surrounded by drunken fans of paper that would make him admire the world. I was portraying it physically and mentally, and suddenly I felt something different behind me. Turning back, I saw Rosh standing right behind me, staring at my sketchbook, looking unusually red. I looked at my diagram and suddenly understood. What I'm copying is a naked woman closest to the Prince, holding a full * * in one hand, and her other on a big thigh, leaning forward towards the Prince, her legs forked apart, and a chyme look. This is just one of thousands of characters in the whole stone cave mural, and I'm afraid nobody would have looked so closely if I hadn't taken it out and zoomed in. And this gesture of the Miyagi is really tempting, and the meaning of lust is all over the picture paper.

I was a little blushed too, so I closed the sketchbook and asked him what he was up to. He came to ask me for lunch. For the past ten days, I refused to go in and out with him, and I preferred to go with the painter for lunch. Now he came screaming, and suddenly he noticed that I was drawing too much, and the people around him were already walking. I couldn't refuse any more, so I had to go to dinner with him.

These days he often runs in and out with the temple master, pointing his fingers at the surrounding cliffs with drawings. I asked him curiously, and he said he intended to carve out a large Buddha's statue here with the Bush, which he had obtained from the royal family in recent years. I looked at the drawing, and it was actually fifteen meters tall. In the Buddha's head and back light ring, there was a circle of Little Liv Buddha. This form of Buddhist statue, unlike the Buddhist Buddhist Buddhist miniature Nirvana statue, is more like the Latter-day Art of Torah or the "Indo-Afghan genre”.

The Bamyan Big Buddha, blown up by the Taliban, is a typical representative of this art genre as it moves eastward along the Silk Road, beginning in the third century towards eastern Afghanistan under the rule of Guishuan. When a Rosh teenager and his mother went to Kashmir's Ji Bin, the heart of Ji 'doro, they must have seen this giant image. No wonder there is also a great Buddha cave in Kzirqian Buddha Cave, such a huge project would be difficult to complete without the initiative of a high priest like him.

What Rosh cannot know is that he introduced this combination of Hindu cave architecture and the giant statue of Putulo to create the Cave Buddha, which not only affects the Turtles, but also has a major impact on future generations of Dunhuang Mo Gao Cave, Yungang Gang Cave, Dragon Gate Cave.

I couldn't help but admire him for a few more points. But while watching him busy, he noticed the monks nestled in the monastic cave all day long. They didn't come out at lunch, and Shamey took the lunch box in one room. These moves are really weird, there must be some sort of ceremony going on. Asked Rosh at dinner, he said nothing strange but that the monks were fighting. I knew it was useless to ask him what he didn't want to say, but I had to ask them when I worked with the painter in the afternoon.

“That's the magicians sitting in the summer. ”

Sounds familiar. Reminds me of the reference in the Legend of Law to several pauses of three months in the course of a trip to the West of France in order to sit in the summer.

“Every summer the magicians preach their hearts and minds and stay in the house. ”

“Yeah, they can't come out. If they have to come out, they have to ask for leave from the temple master. ”

“Yeah, yeah, just sit there for a month. The Taoist high magician will sit for three months. ”

The seven-mouthed discussion is deafening. My nose started running acid again. The Buddhist disciples gather in one place during the rainy season to practise pure heart. Because this is a time when everything grows, the possibility of unintentional killing is avoided without going out. No wonder the monks looked a little despicable at him. He should have stayed in the temple with a woman. Although he came here to build the Big Buddha, why does he have to sit here in the summer? Where will he clear his commandments? Is he doing this for me?

At night I sat on the banks of the Muzat River, and he looked at me quietly, not far from me. I waved to him, and he snapped, slowly walking to me. I shot the stone next to him, and he sat down with some hesitation.

“Rosh, you shouldn't have come out in the summer...”

His body shivered slightly, his eyes shifted towards the sparkling river, and his tone remained faint: “Why not come here to build a great Buddha, but also to respect the Buddha? ”

“Can't we wait another month? ”

He suddenly looked at me, and the stars glistened beneath the night sky, and his eyes swept, but instantly hid in the sunken eyes.

Sour poured down his throat, afraid to look him in the eye: "Rosh, I'm almost done, I can leave tomorrow. ”

He didn't say anything and turned around to stare at the river and couldn't see any expression on his face.

I bite my lips, and I'm cruel: "Rosh, I don't belong here. ”

“I know.” He stood up suddenly, straightening his hips, and his chest was a little fluctuating. He was really too tall, looked up at him and his neck was tired to hold his head. My head is really too heavy... I can't stop falling...

“Tomorrow we leave. ”

He held his heavy head up and saw the brown monk's coat quickly marching towards the inn. Not long ago, turn a corner and disappear.

That night, looking out the window of the inn room, a silver-lined riverside, the moonlight pulled out a long figure. The wind blows through, and the more generous and thin monk clothes iterate, the more lonely they appear. I stared at the long, thin figure and half felt a chill on the front. Touched his face and rushed out of the room. The night was lonely and the water was silent, but no one was seen by the river. That night, I almost opened my eyes to dawn.

Back when we barely spoke. His eyelids grew blue and piled under the deep socket of his eyes, especially obvious. What about me? I looked in the bronze mirror, and I couldn't get anywhere. He looked out, and so did I. We're all adults. It's impossible. Why bother to struggle? Now, at least we can stop. Back in the 21st century, I had my own life to live, maybe find someone to fall in love with. My older brother has always meant so much to me that I could consider going deeper. Even if Brother is not as handsome as he is, as smart as he is, as gentle as he is... Of course, I know that Brother is nothing like him, but Brother is a real person. And he, to me, is just a research material, so it's just a few words in a pile of paper...

And so we returned silently to his little courtyard in the city of Subash. He stared at me for a while before returning to the temple, his eyes were complicated, and he finally sighed: “The merchant team will arrange it. Summer sits these days, and the evening doesn't come. ”

I looked down and nodded.

Half a mile, he still hasn't left. Footsteps circled at the door, never moving out.

“Ten days from now, Sue is covered. You said you wanted to see Su screen shade, why don't you...” He hesitated: “Let's go after...”

I lifted my head and fell into the deep, bottomless tank, as if it had magnetic force, sucking in my weakness. Normally, a clean mouth leaves only one word clumsily: “Okay...”

The corner of his mouth hung up. For the first time in so many days, I saw him laugh. But I didn't stay a few more days for you, I really wanted to see the Eastern way of the carnival - the Suicide Screen. I'm a good student, a good scholar, a good model, but I'm not a good lover...