Spring City, the four seasons are like spring, and the most famous tourist attraction is the Pudu Temple on Pudu Mountain.

At dusk, the tired birds return to the forest. Xie Dakui and Wen Jun took advantage of the thin twilight and quietly embarked on the path to Pudu Mountain. All the way, the moon and stars are scarce, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and within a few hours, you will reach the peak of Pudu Mountain.

Under the moonlight, the fog-shrouded Pudu Temple became more and more mysterious.

Wen Jun and Xie Dakui glanced at each other, took out the mask in their arms, put it on, and walked into the gate of Pudu Temple with their heads held high.

"Donor, it's getting late at night, the temple is closed, please stay." Behind the gate, a small novice suddenly flashed, thirteen or fourteen years old, blocking the front of the two.

Xie Dakui hurriedly clasped his hands together, lowered his head and said: "Buddha is destined to be a person, why do you come to say it sooner or later?" ”

Xiao Shami's eyes lit up and he said, "Since the donor is so sincere, then please, the abbot is waiting for the two of you on the second floor." After saying that, he flashed to the side.

Wen Jun has already seen it once in Putuo Temple, and he is not surprised by this.

When I went up to the second floor, I saw a door open, and a dim candlelight came out of it. The two walked in one after the other.

The room is not very wide, about 30 square meters, quiet. There were four people kneeling on the futon, not squinting, and when they saw someone coming in, they did not speak.

Xie Dakui glanced at Wen Jun, found a futon and sat down.

Wen Jun glanced at the four people who were kneeling and sitting, found Duan Peng's familiar figure, and immediately calmed down. He concocted it according to the law and knelt behind Xie Dakui.

After a stick of incense, there was a slight sound of footsteps from the inner room, and three people walked out.

The two people, one in front and one in the back, did not wear masks, but they were the appearance of small novices. The one in the middle wears a grimace mask on his face, and his face is hideous and terrifying. This person is of medium stature and slightly chubby, which is somewhat similar to Shunji Nakamura.

The two novices walked to the side of a shrine in front of the futon, and stood on the left and right.

The grimace mask walked straight to the middle of the case and sat down, his sharp gaze sweeping over the six kneeling people one by one.

At this time, the little novice on the right said crisply: "The envoys of the 'Taobao Gate' pay a visit to the master. ”

Xie Dakui and others said loudly: "The 'God (Gold) (Silver) Dragon Envoy' visited the owner of the Niumen and wished the owner of the Niumen a prosperous business and a prosperous crown in the world. ”

Only then did Wen Jun know that the one sitting above the god case was Uncle Niu.

Uncle Niu didn't squeak, staring coldly at the people under the case, not knowing what he was thinking. For a moment, there was silence, and the air in the room seemed to be stagnant.

The little novice said, "The envoys present treasures to the master. ”

At this time, Pan Qiang, the "Divine Dragon Envoy", first straightened up, held a pair of painting scrolls in both hands, and said in a deep voice: "The 'Divine Dragon Envoy' presented an ancient painting to the door master. ”

Uncle Niu finally reacted, and said lightly: "Oh, what ancient painting? ”

Pan Qiang said: "Jishan travel map. ”

Xie Dakui was stunned, wasn't the "Jishan Travel Map" in Wen Jun's hands? How could there be a "dragon envoy"? Could it be that this guy is in a hurry, and he uses a fake painting to fool Uncle Niu?

Uncle Niu was stunned, and said in a trembling voice: "Is it Mr. Han Tong's masterpiece - Jishan Travel Map?" ”

Pan Qiang nodded and said, "Exactly." ”

Uncle Niu shouted excitedly: "Hurry up, this door is the main one to see." ”

Wen Jun frowned, and Uncle Niu's accent suddenly changed slightly, mixed with a hint of exotic charm. Could it be that this guy deliberately changed his voice when he spoke before, and when he heard the "Jishan Travel Map", he was careless for a while, and unconsciously revealed his feet?

The little novice on the left hurriedly walked over, took the scroll in Pan Qiang's hand, and turned around to hand it to Uncle Niu.

Uncle Niu's eyes were shining, and he put the scroll on the god case and slowly unfolded it. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by the picture, and he couldn't move anymore.

His eyes were burning, concentrating on the picture, reading inch by inch; Gently press the palm of your hand on the screen, from left to right, inch by inch.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes burned, or they were uneasy...... Waiting for Uncle Niu's final judgment.

"The lines are clear and delicate, the brushwork is simple and ethereal, and it is elegant. In particular, his original "withered vines" are fully expressed in this painting. Uncle Niu commented while nodding frequently and praised, "Sure enough, it is the real work of Mr. Han Tong!" ”

Authentic? How is that possible? The real work is obviously in Wen Jun's hands! Xie Dakui was suddenly at a loss, could it be that this kid had another conspiracy behind his back?

"Haha...... Divine Dragon Envoy, you really live up to the high expectations of your master. The more Uncle Niu spoke, the more proud he became, and the hint of exotic accent became more and more obvious, "Golden Dragon Envoy, what treasure did you bring to the master of this sect?" ”

The "Golden Dragon Envoy" said in a loud voice, "Door Master, I have brought a sword. ”

"Sword, little fifth son, go and get it for the master of this sect to see." Uncle Niu didn't seem to be very interested in the treasure of the "Golden Dragon Messenger", and his tone was as light as boiled water.

Xiao Shami glanced at the "Golden Dragon Envoy" out of the corner of his eye, walked over slowly, dragged the sword that he raised above his head with both hands, and handed it to Uncle Niu's eyes with both hands.

Uncle Niu didn't answer, just glanced at it lightly, and then became furious: "Golden Dragon Envoy, you are so bold, you got a lot of broken copper and iron, and you want to fool the master of this sect!" ”

The "Golden Dragon Envoy" trembled with fright, broke out in a cold sweat, and said in a trembling voice: "The master of the door is Mingcha, this is the Longquan sword used by Qi Jiguang, a famous anti-Japanese general in the Ming Dynasty. ”

"Longquan Sword? Blind your dog's eyes! Uncle Niu's anger was even stronger, and he suddenly held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and with a "bang" sound, the sword body was unsheathed, and it was thrown in front of the "Golden Dragon Messenger" with a "snap", and roared angrily, "Do you hear the sound of a dragon's roar?" ”

Sweating like rain, the "Golden Dragon Envoy" was busy lying on the ground, kowtowing his head like pounding garlic, and said in a trembling voice: "It's just that my subordinates are anxious for a while, blind dogs, and can't distinguish the authenticity, and please ask the door master to spare me this time for the sake of my loyalty." ”

Uncle Niu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, eased up, and said, "I'll spare you this time, if there is a next time, the master of this sect will never spare you." ”

The "Golden Dragon Envoy" was pardoned, and said with tears in his eyes: "Thank you for your kindness, my subordinates will never disappoint your expectations, do their best, and serve you." ”

The room was again in a depressing atmosphere.

Uncle Niu suddenly said coldly: "Silver Dragon Envoy, where is your baby?" ”

Xie Dakui wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and snorted: "There are no treasures to be dedicated to the master. ”

"Silver Dragon Envoy, are you guilty?" Uncle Niu said coldly.

This time, he didn't have a thunderous rage, but everyone's heart was cold. Because his voice was as cold as a merciless dagger, piercing deep into everyone's heart.