Wu Hanzhang's words reminded us that at this moment, it was as if he was backing the Yin Mountain, and it seemed that we were really trapped in an unknown space.

"Old Wu, can you find an exit?" I'm a little anxious, if we can't find the exit, then we won't be trapped here forever.

"Not necessarily, do you know the murals in Liaozhai?" Wu Hanzhang shook his head, saying that he didn't have a definite way at the moment.

The mural, I said I knew a little, but the original text was not clear.

Wu Hanzhang said: "The old man will explain the original text of the mural to you juniors, and the way to crack it may be hidden in it." ”

Wu Hanzhang said that it was originally supposed to be called the painting wall, but it came from Liaozhai Zhiwei.

The original translation into the vernacular is probably as follows.

Meng Longtan, a native of Jiangxi, and Zhu Juren live in Shangjing.

They came to a monastery by chance, and saw that the temple monks' houses were not very spacious, and only an old monk who traveled all over the world lived in it temporarily.

When the old monk saw a guest entering the door, he tidied up his clothes and came out to greet them and guide them to visit the temple.

In the main hall, the hands and feet are molded in the shape of bird claws.

The murals on the walls on both sides are very elaborate and the figures on them are lifelike.

On the east wall are painted many scattered flowers, and among them is a girl with drooping hair, smiling with flowers in her hand, with a small cherry mouth as if to speak, and her eyes as if to turn.

Zhu Juren stared at her for a long time, but he didn't feel shaken, and he was suddenly immersed in the contemplation of his love.

Suddenly, he felt his body fluttering, as if riding in the clouds, and had come to the mural.

Seeing the palaces and pavilions stacked on top of each other, it is no longer a scene in the world. There was an old monk preaching the Dharma on his seat, surrounded by many monks.

Zhu Juren also stood among them. After a while, it seemed as if someone was secretly pulling him by the placket. When I looked back, it turned out to be the girl with drooping hair, who was smiling and walking away.

Zhu Juren immediately followed behind her.

After passing the zigzag fence, the girl entered a small house, and Zhu Juren stopped and did not dare to go any further.

The girl turned around, raised the flower in her hand, and greeted him from a distance, and Zhu Juren followed in.

Seeing that there was no one in the house, he went to hug the girl, and the girl did not resist much, so he made out with her.

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Soon the girl closed the door and went out, telling Zhu Juren not to cough and make a noise.

In the night she came again.

After two days like this, the female companion found out, searched Zhu Juren out one piece, and joked to the girl: "How old is the child in the womb, do you still want to be a virgin?" ”。

They all brought hairpin earrings and urged her to change her hairstyle into a young woman. The girl was speechless with shame. A female companion: "Sisters, let's not stay here for a long time, for fear they will be unhappy." ”

The female companions left with a smile.

Zhu Juren looked at the girl, the bun in the shape of a cloud was towering, and the phoenix hairpin in the bun was hanging low, which was even more gorgeous than when the hair was hanging down.

When he saw that there was no one around, he gradually became intimate with the girl, and the smell of orchid musk was refreshing, and the two of them were immersed in joy.

Suddenly, I heard the sonorous sound of walking with violent leather boots, accompanied by the rattling of rope locks. Immediately, there was a chaotic noise of argument.

The girl was startled, and secretly looked out with Zhu Juren, and saw a god in iron armor, with a black face like paint, holding a rope lock in his hand, carrying a big mallet, and many women surrounded him.