"Can I touch it?" Chen Jing asked.

"Absolutely. The old man nodded.

Chen Jing politely touched it with only two fingers, and then said: "The real Chengxintang paper is delicate and silky, and the Chengxintang paper imitated before Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty is limited because of the loss of technology, so this should be Chengxintang paper." ”

Speaking of this, he smiled in surprise: "Old man, not to mention the value of this painting, just this paper is quite valuable." ”

"If you are old and decrepit, you don't care if you don't have money. It's just that I think this should be a new genre of painting, but unfortunately, there are very few historical remains, and it is already very difficult to explore them more. I have also studied this painting for many years, and some friends once said that it has thousands of faces. ”

"A thousand people, a thousand faces?"

"Yes, it's different people, looking at this painting, maybe they see different things. Most people don't see anything, some see white cranes, and some people see flocks of cranes. ”

"Is it so wonderful?"

"Little friend, what do you see?"

"I ......"

When Chen Jing saw this painting for the first time, he really didn't see anything famous.

That touch of "ら"-like simple brushstroke,It looks like a white crane looking back.,But most of it is also a psychological hint.。

If the word "white crane" is not mentioned beforehand, who will see this word and think that it is a white crane?

"I'll take a closer look. ”

Chen Jing said that he was looking at the paintings, but in fact he was looking at the red characters that appeared in front of him.

But those red letters, except for the introduction of Chengxintang paper, did not mention anything else.

He couldn't help but start looking at the whole picture again.

Two feet square, similar to this kind of boxy picture scroll, is also rare in history, mostly long scrolls, such as "Qingming Riverside Map" and the like.

"White Crane, Immortal?"

Chen Jing read softly, but unconsciously, a hook seemed to stretch out of the painting. Hooked all his sights, making his eyes suddenly become in a trance.

Then, a white mist began to rise in all directions. When the picture is twisted, it is as if you have come to a completely unfamiliar space.

Here, it is white and cloudy.

There was a light shining through the clouds, which was extremely dazzling.

Chen Jing subconsciously closed his eyes.

But when he opened his eyes again, he suddenly found that he seemed to be standing on a very high place.

Like the top of the mountain, like a cloud platform, at a glance, in the white vastness, the strong wind is agitating, and there is a fiery red sun rising.

In the clouds, there are white cranes chirping.

Dance among the rainbows.

There was a cyan streamer flowing in the sky, like a ribbon, floating for thousands of miles.

In the distance, there is a faint high platform, 48,000 zhang, leaning to the southeast.

Under the high platform, there is also a bright moon rippling in the lake, and the water surface is like a mirror, as if the long river of years flowing slowly.

But just when the eyes were dizzying, the white cranes flying in the sky suddenly chirped.

The white crane spreads its wings, and the flowing clouds flutter.

Like an arrow, like a rainbow, like a shooting star.

Fly into your arms and turn into a cloud of snow.

The feeling of coldness rolled in, and Chen Jing couldn't help but shiver.

When I opened my eyes again, everything dissipated.

I saw that I was still in my own restaurant.

And the old man was also looking at him with fiery eyes: "What do you see?

His tone was very excited, because the scroll had moved on its own just now.

"I ......"

Chen Jing only felt strange and looked around blankly.

If the present is the real thing, then is the scene he saw just now all an illusion?

No, that's not right.

That scene, so real and shocking, should not be an illusion.

And in the end, Bai Hefei threw himself into the coldness of his arms, and he still had a feeling all over his body.

"I saw the sea of clouds, I saw the white cranes, I saw the high platform, I saw the mirror lake, and I saw the sunrise. ”

Because Chen Jing didn't know what the mystery of this painting was, he told everything he saw.

"You...... You've seen so many things, and what else?, is there anything else?" asked the old man eagerly.

"Not really, I just feel like my head is swollen and my eyes hurt. Chen Jing rubbed his eyes and pressed his temples again.

"Think about it, besides these, have you seen anything special?" The old man walked to Chen Jing's side with eagerness and eagerness on his face, and grabbed his arm.

"I really don't see anything else. Chen Jing really felt that his head was swollen and painful, and it was bursting for a while. It's as if something was forcibly stuffed in.

At this time, there are car lights on outside the door.

It's a police car.

Three people got out of the car, talked and laughed, and walked towards the store.

When the old man saw someone coming, he let go of Chen Jing's arm and quickly put away the "White Crane Immortal Picture" on the table.

"Children, think about it, think about it again. ”

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't see anything else. Chen Jing couldn't stand up with a headache, so he had to sit down.

Outside the store, a man and a woman were the first to enter. When he entered the door, he shouted: "Ah Jing, didn't you mean a party, why did you come back so early?"

Chen Jing knew that his parents were back when he heard the voice, so he replied: "I don't like the follow-up show very much, so I'll come back first." ”

"Who is this?" Chen Yiyuan looked at the strange old man in the store and asked.

"Since you're not feeling well, let's talk about it next time. ”

The old man said to Chen Jing, and then smiled politely at Chen Yiyuan and his wife and Officer Liu Qisheng who followed behind, and nodded to greet him.

Then without saying anything, he left.

"Ah Jing, who is he?"

After the old man went out, Xu Yanlan asked.

"Said that it was Sister Yuchen's elder, and brought a painting to show me. ”

"A painting?"

A strange old man brought a painting to Chen Jing to see?

Chen Yiyuan and Xu Yanlan both felt a little inexplicable, does Chen Jing know how to paint?

"Forget it, don't talk about it, my head is a little up, so I'll go to sleep first. Chen Jing rubbed his head, and when he saw that Liu Qisheng was also there, he said hello and went into the room.

When he entered the room, he fell directly on the bed, only to feel that his head was getting bigger and bigger. It looked like it was about to crack.

This went on for several minutes.

Slowly, he seemed to hear someone talking, as if he heard someone chanting.

Strangely, every sentence that these people spoke and recited seemed to be deeply engraved in his memory.

Into the wood three points like three.

Mighty and sprinkled. Also included are some strange symbols, Indian styles.

After these fonts were formed, they kept swirling around in his head.

Burn over and over again.

In the end, Chen Jing couldn't help but read along: "The White Crane Immortal Sutra...... Dare to ask if Changsheng is possible, the white crane sends the scriptures ......"