A faint fragrance permeated the paintings on the wall, and the hut immediately became a little alive.

It is a yellowed painting, and its edges are even somewhat broken. The picture of the ancient style, far away is a lake and a bridge, a pavilion and a floor, the dragonfly stops at the green lotus, the autumn cicada stands among the trees, the painting shows a soft woman, her jade neck is white and beautiful, the body is plump, and the snow is a peak. She has a beautiful appearance, fine lines, fluttering clothes, and light clothes that rise and fall with the wind. Even in the painting, even if the painting color has faded, it still can't hide her elegant temperament.

Her sleeves are slightly curled, revealing her slender hands, white wrists, white fingers, and a beautiful fish pattern symbol printed on her wrist!

In her hand, she holds a piece of jade, which shines brightly, and butterflies flutter on the jade, as if attracted by the light of the jade, or fascinated by the dark fragrance in the sleeve of the person in the painting.

Her long bun is high, the golden hairpin is obliquely inserted, her eyebrows are like light ink, her eyes are hidden in autumn water, and her lips are like flowers. There was a moving brilliance in his eyes, and his eyes seemed to pass through a thousand years, quietly looking at me.

It's just that on the top of her head, on the top of her bun, an olive-green jade stone flashes with dazzling light, giving the picture a faint ruby green color.

I took a closer look at the picture and felt that the picture was light with a pen, the ink was clean, and the color was elegant.

Uncle Deng sat there, sitting quietly in front of the painting, slowly tasting the fragrance of tea in the cup.

"Uncle Deng," I finished reading the painting, also picked up a cup of tea, and took a sip gently, "The tea ceremony is a very profound culture, and it is difficult for people without a certain degree of cultivation to make their debut from tea." People like me who drink tea and can't keep lonely are simply a waste of your good tea!"

"Good tea, lonely!", Uncle Deng laughed "haha", "The so-called loneliness, in tea, is a very comfortable joy." You have to understand that the person who really knows how to drink tea is the loneliness of tea aphasia.

Therefore, a person who understands tea, when he gets a good tea, he will not invite anyone to taste tea with him, let alone keep himself alone.

When you meet tea, it is fate, and drinking tea with people who are destined is a kind of warmth and a tacit beauty. Someone who is destined to come, make a cup of good tea for him, just take a sip, speechless and heart-to-heart. That faint love is calm after the hustle and bustle. That faint incense is the calmness of the soul's return. That burst of heart-penetrating purity is the rise of the realm of life. ”

"Uncle Deng," I had to interrupt the old tea man who was chattering as soon as he walked into the tea ceremony, "I just want to know the secret of the lady's picture!"

"Then tell me," Uncle Deng put down the teapot and calmly wiped the tea stains on the table with a tea towel, "What do you see in this painting?"

I'm tired of this way of communication, I drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, dropped the teacup, got up from the futon, and said sincerely, "Uncle Deng, thank you for your good tea, this painting is an ordinary lady's picture, I didn't realize anything, you don't want to tell me the secret of the lady's picture, I'll ask its owner again!"

"I'm afraid," Uncle Deng's tone was a little cold, "The owner of your lady's picture, that girl, doesn't know the secret of this picture!"

"You, you!" I was shocked, "how do you know she's a girl!"

"Hundreds of years ago, Jiepeng successively plundered many printmaking artists from China, and locked these artists in a royal temple called Qingfeng Temple in Jiepeng, and at first, they were still required to make prints according to their own experience. ”

"That's probably the Chinese art style, they keep repeating it, and it doesn't produce much value!" I couldn't help but interject.

"That's right! Repetitive art can't produce art, this is the problem that Jiepeng faced at that time!" Uncle Deng continued, "So, they were inspired by the making of prints, and they began to copy art, that is, to use Chinese artists to copy the ancient Chinese works that were plundered, and to use art to copy art!"

"No wonder, many of the relief works of Jiepeng are almost partial exaggerations of ancient Chinese works, or paraphrases of works, no wonder many Chinese rituals are spread so deeply in Jiepeng!" I think of many incomprehensible cultural symbols of Jiepeng.

"But one day, a fire suddenly broke out in Qingfeng Temple!" Uncle Deng continued, "That fire burned for two days and two nights! According to records, nearly 1,000 monks in the temple died under their presiding officer, nearly 100 large and small halls were burned, and countless treasures of prints were burned!" Uncle Deng sighed.

"How does it feel like the self-redemption of the predecessors like moths to the fire!" I was a little confused, "This should be a blow to Jiepeng who wants to use Chinese artists to push the grafting culture, of course, our loss is too great!"

"There are two paintings, preserved, one painting is just now I gave you the "Maitreya Bodhisattva Statue", 60 years ago, in a temple in the Jiepeng, a Buddha statue in the belly, someone found this engraving, this engraving 53.6 cm long, 38.3 cm wide, the picture is damaged, but the whole picture composition is stable, sparse and dense, the lines are simple and appropriate, the character shape is dignified and plump, there is the style of inheriting the Tang Dynasty. The upper part of the flying lady rises into the air, and the lines fly smoothly, cleverly becoming a dynamic and static relationship. It can be said to be the earliest engraving work of the lady's figure. ”

"I know this," I can certainly imagine the significance of this work that can be preserved and passed down to the world, it is more like a kind of proof, a unique inheritance!" But what about the other one? What is it? Is it still in the realm?"

"Haven't you seen them all?" Uncle Deng said lightly.

"I've seen it," I was a little puzzled, "I don't seem to have seen any monuments except for the picture of the lady in my hand!"

"Didn't you see it just now?" Uncle Deng sighed, "Young man, you have such a bad memory!

"Just now!" I thought about it, and suddenly thought it was a painting on the wall, I pointed to the wall in confusion and whispered, "You won't be talking about it, will you!"

"Of course it's it", Uncle Deng said loudly, "Actually, there were two flesh Buddha statues left behind back then, and Jie Peng felt that the other one was a Taoist, and it didn't make much sense, so he auctioned him at the auction, and the seller was the Shadow Family!"

"Who's that buyer?" I got excited.

"It's the village chief of the painting village, the owner of this watchtower, the lamp dome!" Uncle Deng's face was pious, "He bid through the antique investors in H City, and finally bought it back for 100 million yuan, and put it in this hut for many years!"

"Ahh

"The village chief bought back the statue, but he didn't find the secret, until one day," Uncle Deng's voice was low, "The people of Jiepeng accidentally found the "Maitreya Bodhisattva Statue" in the belly of the flesh Buddha, and they remembered the matter of another statue, so they used a lot of methods and tried every possible way to get the statue back!"

"Why didn't you open it at the time?" I don't think what Uncle Deng said is in line with Luo Ji, since he knows the secret of the statue, he should open it.

"Because of the problem of information transmission! When we got the news, the Jiepeng people had already touched the painting village, and a Jiepeng person named Hongfa Shadow took a large group of people, disguised as investors, to come to the painting village to talk about cooperation and development!"

"His shadow is indispensable everywhere!" of course I hated this man to the core.

"Hongfa Shadow is the representative of the shadow family in this century, and he has a deep knowledge of painting and printmaking!" "Uncle Deng's heart was full of bitterness when he thought of this person.

Their shadow team, through different means, infiltrated the painting village and tried to touch the watchtower, but they were unsuccessful. Uncle Deng said.