After the black paper was unfolded, the folds were overlapped, and Jin Fengzhi frowned.

Bring a few cleaned steel nuts and press the corners of the black paper, wipe the sweat from the palm of your hand with a tissue, and light a cigarette.

"Brother Feng, I didn't mean to. ”

"The loss is mine. I pay. ”

Zhou Miao was as if she had just been fished out of the water, drenched and sweating under her feet.

His voice trembled, with a hint of fear and infinite remorse.

Jin Feng glanced at Zhou Miao and said quietly, "It's okay." Grab it in time, and the loss is not big. ”

"Fortunately, the Codex is fine, but it is blackened a little, and the corners are a little lost, so just make up for it. ”

"This Fateh...... I burned a lot, I'll see later. ”

The wife and sister-in-law of the third baby approached the window with their hands and feet, and said in a low voice: "Fengzi asked for a sanitary napkin." ”

Jin Feng was not polite, opened a crack in the door, and snatched the sanitary napkin with one hand.

I looked at it and was slightly stunned.

"So much!?"

Outside the window, the third sister-in-law's shy Zhongzhou Mandarin came: "I don't have time to go to the supermarket, I can buy enough at one time." ”

"By the way, Fengzi, it's not enough, I'll call Sanwa to buy it again. ”

"Enough. You tell him to hurry up. ”

Seven or eight packs of unopened sanitary napkins were torn apart by Jin Feng and spread on the large table and safe, flattening them one by one.

Zhang Dan and Zhou Miao blinked and looked at each other, not understanding what Jin Feng was going to do at all.

After a few minutes, Jin Feng turned off the two firers, went out and prepared some things, a large tin basin, washed it ten times, and wiped it with a clean towel.

Then he brought a pot of boiling water that was still boiling and handed it to Zhou Miao.

"Sanshui, get ready. ”

Gently picked up the black paper from the table with both hands, took a deep breath, and lifted it up and put it into the tin basin.

"Pour water!"

Zhou Miao was shocked, and hurriedly poured boiling water into the tin basin.

In an instant, the black paper and pamphlet were flooded with boiling water.

Zhang Dan and Zhou Miao's eyes widened, and they couldn't understand Jin Feng's move at all.

Isn't paper and calligraphy the most afraid of flooding?

As soon as the calligraphy and painting are touched with water, they will shrink and the ink will scatter, which is equivalent to waste.

Jin Feng: What does this mean?

"Stop!"

Jin Feng broke off and held Zhou Miao's hand.

The two eyes stared straight at the black paper and the pamphlet in the tin basin, without blinking.

Soak the black paper and booklet in boiling water and slowly roll them open.

A miracle also happened nearly half a minute later.

The black paper, which was firmly glued to the booklet and became a pulp, slowly separated from the booklet.

At this moment, the expressionless Jin Feng reached into the steaming boiling water with tweezers in his left hand and quickly clamped the booklet out of the water.

Turning, he pulled the booklet open with both hands and laid it flat on the large table.

On the table are sanitary napkins that have been prepared for a long time.

The booklet was no more than eighty or ninety centimeters long and twenty centimeters wide, and it was covered in earthy yellow, and it was obviously too old to be presentable.

On the top of the booklet are pieces of black and black characters the size of quail eggs, and the font is not too regular.

On the edge of one of the pages of the booklet, there are about 20 centimeters of traces left after the fire.

The left and right corners of the upper end of the booklet were also burned, and these two places were the most burned, and several words were destroyed.

As soon as it was put on, the sanitary napkin began to absorb the water on the booklet, and the effect was beyond Jin Feng's expectations.

Jin Feng's movements were very fast, and after the booklet was opened and tiled, he immediately turned around and took out the black paper and put it on the safe.

The safe is also covered with sanitary napkins, and after the black paper is put on, a hole the size of a four-inch mobile phone is exposed on the white sanitary napkin, which looks shocking.

Let Zhou Miao pour out the water, and turn on the other two fire-burners, Jin Feng tore off a roll of paper and folded it into a paper cloth more than a meter long, and covered it flat on top of the booklet.

Wrap the large candle in a roll of paper and lay it flat on a thin sheet of paper and gently crush it.

When Zhou Miao came back, Jin Feng asked Zhou Miao to bake the booklet with a firearm.

Turning around, he said lightly: "Brother Dan, I have to wait for a while." Hold your horses. ”

Zhang Dan honestly spread his hands, with a few large pieces of black paste in his palms, and a lot of small pieces of paper.

The heat emitted by the three firecrackers in the small room had already made Zhang Dan sweat like rain, but he nodded firmly.

"You're busy. ”

Jin Feng hummed, then pulled the roll of paper and folded it flat on the black paper, lit the cigarette plug for Zhang Dan and Zhou Miao, took a deep breath, pinched the time, tore off the roll paper on the booklet, and then spread a new layer on it.

Then I went to change the roll of black paper.

Tube after tube of rolling paper was changed and milled, and the booklet on the table slowly dried.

There was no trace of water on the re-flattened rolling paper, Jin Feng looked at the booklet on the table and exhaled softly.

"Shift to low and continue to bake. ”

The three babies bought a few packs of the best rolling paper from Aunt Wang and sent them to Jin Feng, and Jin Feng used them on the black paper, replacing them layer by layer, and pressing them flat again and again.

After a while, Jin Feng gently pressed the edge of the booklet with his fingers, nodded, and asked Zhou Miao to remove the roaster and turn to the black paper, and continue to bake with a low-grade two hundred degrees.

He looked down at the booklet quietly, and a smile appeared on his face.

The booklet is written in the font of the book, but it is different from the book, more like the official book, and more like the inscription regular script.

The font is compatible with the line letters, which is unique, and it is refreshing and shocking at first sight.

"Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra ......"

"The Bodhisattva of Contemplation...... When you go deep into Prajnaparamita, you see that the aggregates are empty, and you will overcome all suffering. ”

"Relics, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, and it is the same when you want to know it. ”

"The relics are the emptiness of all laws, neither born nor destroyed, neither dirty nor pure, neither increased nor decreased. ”

The content is the full text of the most famous Heart Sutra in Buddhism, with a total of 26 crosses.

Two hundred and six crosses are sprinkled with water, and every word is powerful through the back of the paper, and you can see between the lines that it is trying to change and break through in its fierce and vigorous strength.

Fierce and majestic, with a little yearning for simplicity, with some simplicity and roundness.

At the end of the booklet, it is written that it is the tenth day of the eighth month of the year of Jiwei.

At the very beginning of the booklet there is a stamp, in small font.

"Don't eat the fireworks of the world. ”

Finally, there is another stamp.

"A breath remains. ”

Jin Feng stared deeply at the book, and in his eyes, sadness and joy flashed and turned solemn.

Zhang Dan stood next to him, drank half a pot of water, took a long breath, and asked softly, "Fengzi." It's all right. ”

Jin Feng tilted his head and laughed: "It's okay." It's just four words broken, and I'll make it up right away. ”

"Wait a minute. ”

I went out again, went into the kitchen and tinkered for a long time, and then came in with a sticky yellow mud all night.

Open the plastic bag, pour out the pieces and lay them flat one by one.

Then he took out the yellowish fragments from Zhang Dan's palm and laid them flat one by one.

Zhou Miao brought the thermos cup and poured half a cup of boiling water, holding her breath lightly.

Dozens of pieces on the table were placed together, making people dizzy.

Jin Feng's eyes were fixed on the fragments, motionless, his mind spinning rapidly, restoring the fragments in his mind.

Slowly picking up the tweezers, he picked up one of the pea-sized pieces, dipped a little water in them, dipped them in a thin clay bowl, and carefully placed them on one of the mantras in the booklet.

The fragments were pasted up, completely combined with the spell, and a single word was restored.

Zhang Dan and Zhou Miao were dumbfounded and gasped.

Jin Feng was able to find the fragment of this spell in dozens of fragments at once.

After gluing the fragment, after waiting for a minute, Jin Feng's left index finger was dipped in hot water, and he gently wiped it on the spell, and then wiped the water traces with a toilet paper.

Then came the next fragment.

Time slipped away minute by minute, and pieces of fragments were picked out by Jin Feng and glued back to their original fonts.

Start with the biggest, then move on to the smallest.

The fragments on the table were simply found by Jin Feng piece by piece to return to their original positions.

One came and went, and it was gone in three hours.

After the restoration of the character book, Jin Feng couldn't even straighten his waist, but his face was full of strange light.

Zhang Dan's hands were finally liberated, and with Jin Feng's permission, Zhang Dan, who had been holding back for a long time, ran to the edge of the swamp to put water on the edge as soon as he went out.

This lasted for a full minute and a half.

Jin Feng hummed a small tune in his mouth, looked out at Zhang Dan, and smiled. ()

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