Reborn in 1977

Chapter 684: The Production Team's Donkey

When the car passed the alley entrance, Zhang Xuansong got out and made a phone call, asking someone to bring the materials over.

Then, he went straight to the Chaoyang Temple, which had not yet been officially named.

Entering the Taoist temple, Mr. Huo still felt a little unbelievable, his eyes looking left and right, muttering, "There really is a newly built Taoist temple?"

Although this Taoist temple had not yet hung its plaque, the archway outside the gate and the layout of the houses could not be faked.

And the courtyard was obviously newly built not long ago, so what Chen Fan said just now was not false at all.

It's just that, how could there be a newly built Taoist temple in this day and age?

It's not reasonable.

Although his muttering was very soft, Chen Fan heard it clearly, so he turned around and said with a smile, "When this courtyard was built, although everyone knew it was a Taoist temple, it was nominally a three-entry courtyard house.

As long as we don't put up the plaque openly, and don't rush to engrave words on the archway outside, no one will say anything."

Mr. Huo nodded suddenly, "So that's how it is."

Just now in the small courtyard, when Chen Fan said he wanted to paint murals for the Taoist temple, he was a little strange, could it be that the wind had already blown to the religious circles?

But he didn't expect that it was a trick to deceive the heavens.

But the next second, he heard Zhang Xuansong say, "Actually, it's okay to build a Taoist temple directly.

Someone said that since we want to engage in united front work, we can't still engage in differential treatment.

The religious circles are also the object of the united front, and we must treat them equally.

It's just that Xiao Fan said that other temples and Taoist temples have not yet recovered, so we shouldn't be too public in our actions, otherwise it will be easy to become a target, so we covered it up a bit."

Mr. Huo's eyes widened instantly, and at this moment, he understood everything.

Why Chen Fan could paint Immortal Lotus Pictures and have the name Qinglian Taoist without any problems.

Why he said that if he followed him, there would be no problems, and those accompanying personnel were so relieved.

Why there would be a newly built Taoist temple here, and not afraid of people knowing.

So that's how it is!

Well, this reason is very reasonable.

But he didn't expect that Chen Fan was still continuing to say, "Actually, my master used to be a Taoist priest, and many old leaders knew about his desire to rebuild the Taoist temple.

It's just that the folk customs haven't turned around yet, so to avoid some trouble, it doesn't matter if the Taoist temple hangs its plaque later."

He thought to himself that since special abilities had already begun to emerge, then at the latest in a year and a half, the Taoist Association could openly re-emerge.

As for folk incense burning, it is estimated that it will be restored as soon as the relevant news is published in the newspaper.

At that time, the completion and consecration of Chaoyang Temple will not only not cause trouble, but is very likely to "become an instant hit".

Hey? It seems that there is still a lack of incense burner on the square in front of the main hall, where can I find an old furnace, so that it looks like it has historical accumulation.

When I go to Taobao later, I will look for it by the way, maybe there is one in the文物 store.

The group walked and talked in the Taoist temple, and Zhang Xuansong enthusiastically introduced it to Mr. Huo.

The Sanqing Hall in the first courtyard, the Jade Emperor Hall, the Patriarch Hall, the Laozi Hall in the second courtyard, the Scripture Storage Pavilion, the houses, etc. in the third courtyard.

It was not until four masters wearing blue work clothes and aprons brought a car of raw materials that Zhang Xuansong stopped with unfinished business, and then urged Chen Fan to start work.

Chen Fan first greeted the masters politely and chatted with them briefly.

Sure enough, as expected, they were all palace restoration experts from the Forbidden City, mainly responsible for the color painting restoration of eaves and corridors, and they also went to palace temples to restore murals many years ago, absolutely professional and relevant.

He had confidence in these masters, but the masters were dubious about him.

These ancient building restorers are not in the same circle as the calligraphy and painting world, and Chen Fan's reputation has not spread to their ears.

They only heard the unit's arrangement to come and assist someone in painting murals, but when they came to see, it was a young man in his twenties.

Isn't this nonsense?!

Even if he is talented, how powerful can he be at this age?

It's just that they have been painting and tracing for half their lives, and they can hold their breath the most.

Besides, this is not a cultural relic or ancient building, so let him do it.

Faced with the questioning gazes of these masters, Chen Fan didn't explain much, but just asked them to help prepare the pigments.

Bags of mineral pigments were poured into the pigment tank, how much to use, how much water to add.

Chen Fan didn't need to worry about these things, he only needed to report the color he wanted, and the masters could quickly prepare it.

When the pigments were prepared, Chen Fan didn't delay.

He didn't even need to draw a draft line, and he splashed ink on the wall with a brush.

Taoist murals also have exquisite details.

The most complicated is the Heavenly Court Immortal Picture.

The Jade Emperor sits in the center, surrounded by hundreds of various large and small immortals, as well as palace maids holding fans, fairy maids holding cups, and heavenly soldiers and generals holding guns and halberds...

Even if Chen Fan is quick-witted and doesn't need to draw a draft or modify it, he will definitely not be able to finish a Heavenly Court Immortal Picture in three days.

Besides, this Taoist temple is only for transition.

After the 1990s are completely opened up, we will have to find another place outside the Fourth Ring Road to build a palace complex similar to Chongyang Palace...

Of course, not as big as Chongyang Palace, this is not realistic, but at least it must cover hundreds of acres, so that it can be worthy of the title of the ancestral court of the Yushan School of Quanzhen Sect.

At that time, it will be okay to make a big splash.

Now, let's keep it a little simpler, I believe the patriarch will not mind.

So in less than half an hour, a picture of Taishang Laojun appeared on the wall.

Mr. Huo watched from beginning to end, and until Chen Fan put down the brush, he still stared at it intently.

I saw on the white wall, Laojun with white hair and beard, wearing a white Taoist robe, holding a whisk in his right hand and a three-treasure jade Ruyi in his left hand, straddling a large green ox, accompanied by white clouds and colorful clouds, and clouds growing under the hooves of the green ox, as if he was about to walk out of the sky.

After a long time, he suddenly clapped his hands, "Good painting!"

This shout of praise directly woke up the others in the courtyard.

When they came back to their senses, they saw Mr. Huo pulling Chen Fan's arm and saying, "The Immortal Lotus Picture opened my eyes, and Loushan Pass was even more amazing, but this painting is even more shocking to me!"

Chen Fan chuckled, "That's because you only saw the painting in the first two paintings, but didn't see how I painted it.

Now that you have watched me finish painting from beginning to end, the feeling must be different."

At this time, a master who was preparing pigments couldn't help but step forward and asked, "The Immortal Lotus Picture of Rongbaozhai, is it from your hand?"

Chen Fan turned around when he heard the words and smiled at him, "Exactly."

He didn't say any humble words.

In the old saying, excessive humility is hypocrisy.

How can the Qinglian Picture, which countless people have praised, not be worthy of praise?!

Seeing Chen Fan admit it readily, the master took a breath of cold air and quickly cupped his hands, "So it is Mr. Qinglian in person, I have offended you just now, please forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that this action seemed a little inappropriate, so he was about to change his posture to apologize, but Chen Fan stopped him.

Chen Fan supported his arm, looked at the few people next to him, and said with a smile, "You haven't offended me, so why apologize? If you have to apologize for having doubts in your heart, then that would be too harsh."

The old masters ultimately didn't say anything about apologizing again. In any case, they were already impressed by Chen Fan's painting skills at this time. Not only did they work harder, but they also humbly asked him for advice when he was free.

Chen Fan didn't hold back, and he could give them a few pointers no matter what they asked.

It's just that these old masters were more inclined towards "craftsmanship." When they repaired murals, they paid attention to being meticulous, so Chen Fan could only teach them how to work hard in terms of detail. His best skill, "imbuing spirit," was of no use.

This imbuing spirit is certainly not the kind of giving supernatural powers in fantasy, but is similar to "drawing the dragon and dotting the eyes," how to paint to be more spiritual.

If one could learn a bit, they could break away from being a craftsman and become a master in the art world.

After painting the Taishang Laojun picture, Chen Fan painted the Donghua Dijun picture, the Jiaozu Wang Chongyang Dijun picture, the Zongzu Qiu Chuji Zhenjun picture, and the Zhongxing Zhi Zu Wang Changyue Zhenren picture.

These are the Quanzhen Five Patriarchs.

Yu Shan Sect Wang Chuyi's portrait is not here, but in the Patriarch Hall, specially enshrined alone.

After painting the Five Patriarchs pictures, it was 1 p.m. Even though everyone had eaten breakfast, they were all hungry at this time.

Without saying much, nine people squeezed into one car and were driven to Donglaishun.

It just so happened that the peak of customer traffic here had passed, and there were seats as soon as they arrived. After a big meal, they returned to the temple to continue.

… …

For two consecutive days, with the assistance of several old masters, Chen Fan finally completed all the murals needed in the temple.

Except for the Jade Emperor statue, which had left and right fairy maids and fairy boys serving, and the Sanqing Dao Ancestors, who were a trinity of three people, the others were painted separately.

After finishing the painting, even with Chen Fan's physique, he couldn't help but feel a little tired.

After sending away the four assisting masters, each was given a piece of his own calligraphy as a thank you, and Chen Fan returned to the temple.

Zhang Xuansong turned around from beginning to end again, and was very satisfied with his disciple's work. He couldn't help but pat Chen Fan on the shoulder and laughed, "Great, great, the paintings are all done, only the statues in the four halls are left."

Chen Fan turned his head to look at him weakly, "Third Master, even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't be exploited like this, four halls, three Sanqing Halls, three Jade Emperor Halls, Patriarch Hall and Laojun Hall, one each, adding up to eight statues, you don't want me to finish them all at once, do you?!"

Zhang Xuansong smiled embarrassedly, "Not that much, of course not that much. Uh… …"

He turned his head to look at the mural on the main wall of the Jade Emperor Hall, pondered for two seconds, and said, "But we can't delay it for too long, right?"

Chen Fan's face was speechless. After thinking about it, he said, "Originally, I wanted to carve with wood, but since you're in such a hurry, then I'll just use mud to fool you."

Zhang Xuansong was shocked, "Aren't the gods all clay sculptures? Why use wood?"

The corners of Chen Fan's mouth twitched slightly. Isn't this Taoist temple your wish? Is that all the requirement you have?

However, he understood, and immediately nodded, "If you want to say that, then when will you find the right clay, and I'll make it for you in one day."

It's still the same sentence, it's not uncommon for ordinary people to make a clay sculpture in a few months. Only Chen Fan is confident, he doesn't even need a draft, and his knife skills are exquisite and subtle, he hardly needs to modify it to achieve the desired effect.

Only he can make eight sculptures in one day.

However, this matter is different from murals. It's normal to paint a picture in one breath. It would be a supernatural event to make eight clay sculptures in one day. Maybe when the special function trend blows up, someone will come to burn incense, but instead of worshiping the gods, they will worship Chen Fan, which would really be fatal.

Mr. Huo has also been watching next to him these two days. At this time, when he heard their conversation, he stepped forward and said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, I also want to do my best for your Taoist temple. How about I donate these clay statues?"

Zhang Xuansong looked at him, then at Chen Fan, and smiled awkwardly, "Brother, I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask, do you plan to buy the donation you mentioned from outside?"

Seeing Mr. Huo nod, he asked softly, "Then how does it compare to what Xiaofan makes?"

Before Mr. Huo could speak, Chen Fan's face collapsed, "Third Master, that's too much!"

Seeing that his disciple was about to get angry, Zhang Xuansong couldn't help but smile awkwardly again, "Look at you, I didn't urge you, and I didn't say let you finish it quickly. As long as you finish it little by little before the temple is consecrated, that's fine, don't you think so."

Chen Fan collapsed his face, indicating that he didn't want to talk.

Mr. Huo laughed heartily, but he didn't say anything about donating statues again.

Even if we don't mention the visual sense of those void creatures, Chen Fan's paintings also have a spirituality, which is the foundation of a master in the art world. Even if he is confident, he dare not say that the clay sculptures he bought can compare with Chen Fan's own works, so naturally he is embarrassed to mention it again.

At this time, Zhang Xuansong said again, "You child, you're still unhappy. Although this Taoist temple is Chaoyang Temple, even the land and houses, including this Chaoyang Temple, aren't they all yours?

Don't forget, you are the abbot of Chaoyang Temple… …"

Mr. Huo next to him couldn't stop the surprise on his face and asked with his mouth open, "Xiaofan is the abbot?"

Zhang Xuansong turned to look at him, "Ah, didn't I say that?"

Lin Yuanxiang, who had been accompanying him, explained with a smile, "Old Zhang is an old cadre and is not suitable to be the abbot. Besides, he can't even recite the Taoist scriptures, so how can he communicate with Taoist friends?

Moreover, he only has Xiaofan as a disciple, and this Taoist temple is also registered under Xiaofan's name, and it will definitely be passed on to him in the future. So Xiaofan is the most suitable for this abbot."

Li Shangde nodded aside, "Yes. Xiaofan can work for a while first, and when there is a suitable candidate in the future, he can abdicate and return to secular life."

Mr. Huo opened his mouth and couldn't close it, and turned to look at Chen Fan.

No wonder he looks a bit detached, so he really is a Taoist priest by imperial decree?!

After much persuasion, Chen Fan finally agreed to make the sculptures as soon as possible.

Well, it seems that he has no room for resistance in front of the three masters?

After coming out of the Taoist temple, Zhang Xuansong locked the door, still muttering in his mouth, "The matter of the soil is not urgent. It's freezing cold now, and I can't bear to let you get that thing. When the spring blossoms, I'll find someone to get some top-quality soil from the south, and then you can take the time to come over and get it done."

Chen Fan nodded and was about to speak when a person ran over from not far away, waving and shouting, "Writer Chen, Writer Chen."

Looking in the direction of the sound, he recognized it as Deputy Director Li of the Municipal Construction Committee.

Deputy Director Li ran closer and said, panting, "The house has been vacated, when will you go and have a look?"