I see it.

Listening to the tone of the shopkeeper Liu, Old Man Mo should be a very remarkable character, how could he have imagined that the door of the Mo Dye Hall was so small, it was no different from an ordinary family, and it was even more inconspicuous when it was covered by the shadow cast by the cliff above.

But no one will miss it.

Because within a radius of 100 zhang, there is such a doorway.

Walking to the door, I glanced at the small wooden sign hanging next to the door: Ink Dyedo.

The wooden door is closed.

I knocked on the door and took in my surroundings.

On both sides of the door, a low wall extends to the left and right, and after turning the corner, it is impressively embedded in the mountain, and along the mountain, you can see the recessed cliff road, statues, columns, and cornices, as if there is another world inside.

Just as I was watching with relish, the wooden door opened silently.

Behind the door was a rickety old man with a broom in his hand.

"This is your place too?" I asked casually.

I'm talking about the cliffs, the statues, the columns, and the cornices.

"How can it be, that's the Sword Ancestral Hall." The old man said.

"Sword Ancestral Hall? Mountain Temple? I wondered, "How do I get there?" ”

"I can't usually go up at all." The old man said, "I have to sacrifice the sword every year and build a high platform to go up." ”

"In this case, isn't there no fireworks in this mountain temple normally?" I was surprised.

"Yes." The old man explained, "Every year on the day of the sword festival, a sword boy is selected to serve on it for a whole year, burning incense, cleaning and so on. ”

It's a peculiar custom.

"It's hard to find someone to do this kind of drudgery." I said.

"It's exactly the opposite of what you think." The old man said, "It's a great honor to be able to serve the sword boy, the whole family has to be bareheaded, and if you want to become a sword boy, you have to go through layers of competitions and selections; I think back then, but I also served for one term. ”

"Oh? What do you call an old man? I asked.

"Old Decay." The old man smiled, "Don't care, it's just a sweeper." ”

"Uncle Que is polite." I made it clear. "I'm here to find Old Man Mo Zheng."

"Find the second master, I can't be the master, you come in first." Mo Que leaned sideways to get out of the way.

Entering the door, bypassing the oncoming shadow wall, I saw a boxy single-story spire in front of me, red bricks and green tiles built on white stone steps, surrounded by bright green grass.

Compared to selling calligraphy and paintings, this place is more like a retreat.

"This is our living room, you go in, naturally someone will receive you." Mo Que said.

"You didn't even ask who I was, and just let me in?" I laughed.

"The door-to-door is full of guests, so there's nothing to ask." Mo Que said, "Our ink dyeing hall is a shop for trading after all. ”

"Is this a store?" I said.

"Of course." Mo Que said.

Stepping up the stone steps, I peered in.

I saw that the light in the house was bright, and there were calligraphy and paintings hanging on the screens, or splashing mountains and waters, or flying snakes and phoenixes, or idle garden artemisia grass, or thousands of miles of lonely boats, revealing bursts of ink fragrance outward.

A young man dressed elegantly dressed greeted him.

"This brother Tai, who is in Mofei, is the shopkeeper of this ink dyeing hall." The young man arched his hand.

"Do you have any customers for your family?" I honestly asked.

"If you don't open for three years, you will eat for three years." Mo Fei said calmly, "What's more, although this store can't be called a cloud, it is also a trickle." ”

He wasn't wrong, even if I didn't come, there would still be a few guests inside, but through the screen, I could only glimpse a little back.

I looked around, what caught my eye were all masterpieces, if all the authentic works, this room of ink treasures, I am afraid can only be described as priceless.

It's no wonder that the Ink Dyeing Hall doesn't care about the number of guests - the people who come here don't have a net worth of a few million taels, and they are also stepping on the white jade strips and stones outside.

"What kind of calligraphy and painting are you looking for?" Murphy asked again.

"I didn't come here to buy calligraphy and paintings." I got straight to the point and said, "Do you take the job of appreciating paintings?" ”

"I don't take the job." Murphy said dryly, "But...... Brother Tai might as well take out Mobao, and we will give you a few words for free. ”

How to say it like a fortune teller.

It's okay, what he means is: it's too vulgar to collect money and appreciate paintings, we don't do it {it's not bad for that money}, as long as your things are really valuable, you can identify them for free.

"Look." I showed that canvas.

"Huh?" Mo Fei's eyes lit up.

"I want to know what year, month, and who created this painting." I said, "Is there a way?" ”

"Brother Tai, this painting of yours is obviously not the style of any school in the Ninety-Nine Prefectures." Mo Fei said while looking at it, "But if you want to say that it came from overseas, this canvas paint is all produced in Yuzhou, strange, strange." ”

"Can't it be a painter from overseas, painting locally?" I said.

"If there really is such a painter, there is absolutely no reason why I don't know it." Murphy said, "So God...... Wonderful, unfortunate. ”

"Can you please ask Old Man Mo Zhengmo to come out and have a look?" I asked.

"Of course not!" Murphy said, "But...... You can send it in and show it to the old man. ”

"Then it's tiring." I said.

"Don't bother." Mo Fei said, "The old man must be very interested in such a magical painting—please come with me." ”

Murphy led me around a few screens, ready to leave through the back door.

Unexpectedly, when I turned the screen and looked at it, I suddenly stared at it with a few other guests.

"Is that you?"

"It's you!"

"Who is he?"

The people who uttered the above words, from top to bottom, were: Gao Zhen, Liu Changjun, and Yun Xiu.

In addition to these three, there is another one who did not squeak, that is, of course, the Wannian class of the prince of Qiujun, the golden palm Arhat Yang Zhi.

"Why are you here? What about Lord Ling? Mrs. Liu said with a cold face.

"Lord Ling is naturally investigating the case." I smiled and said, "I'll collect some clues for him in Autumn County." ”

"You are a suspect, how can you act privately!" Liu Taishou shouted.

"Am I a suspect?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "How do I remember that I was supposed to be a sufferer, a victim?" ”

"Come ......" Liu Taishou habitually wanted to call people, but when he looked left and right, he remembered that there was no official beside him who could call, so he could only give up.

"Lord Liu, even if you bring a hundred servants with you, it's useless." I flipped my hand, and there was an extra piece of swarthy wood in my palm.

Five fingers and one clench, the wood position is broken.

"What do you want to do?" Gao Zhen's face showed fear, and he pulled Yunxiu to hide behind Yang Zhi.

"I didn't want to do anything, my hands were itchy." I turned to Murphy, "Shopkeeper, how much does this ebony paperweight cost?" ”

"The household paperweight of Li Daqing, the former prime minister of the dynasty, is carved from ebony, and due to long-term use, the lower two corners have been rounded, and the word 'boat' is engraved in the middle." Mo Fei said slowly, "Genuine, priced at three thousand five hundred taels of silver." ”