Chen Xiangmei blurted out: "Isn't this painting a picture of the chief of Zhicha Dao?" ”

Mi Hui nodded: "Mmmmmmmm ”

Chen Xiangmei asked: "Why are you painting the three of them when you have nothing to do, sketching?" ”

Mi Hui said, "No. Director Hou was very cold to these three gods and told me to collect more information about them. ”

Chen Xiangmei understood, Mi Hui was the first assistant by Hou Yixuan's side, and now that the troika of Ouyang Hai, Li Dahua and Cha Cha Zhi showed their skills, Director Hou naturally admired the three of them, and wanted to collect the account, and there were also them.

Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui are both young girls, and it is easy for them to become best friends who have nothing to say. Early this morning, Qin Xiao sent someone to bring breakfast to Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui. This is also a harbinger of today's construction. The meals are very daily and rich, a plate of peanuts mixed with fragrant and dried meat, a plate of Fujian meat floss, a plate of fried vegetable moss with dried shrimp, and a few shredded radish baked cakes.

After Mi Hui finished eating, she picked up her sketchpad and rushed to the mine cave in the Centipede Mountains.

Chen Xiangmei had nothing to do, and she was reluctant to leave Mi Hui, so she simply followed.

Now to go to the Centipede Mountains again, just gather at the construction site post on the return to Laixi. The time is greatly shortened, and it is more convenient to come and go. When I arrived at the post station, the people were almost there.

Ouyang Hai's wife, Chen Liqing, also arrived. Chen Liqing had breakfast every day and rushed to the Centipede Mountains to translate the Buddhist scriptures in the mine cave and the altar of Guibei Mountain. Today, Chen Liqing put on light makeup, a simple butterfly bun on her head, and a jade autumn leaf ring on her ears. The lips are covered with pale pink lip gloss, and the curly eyelashes flicker. On the wrist of the left hand is a string of eighteen arhats of southern red, shining with a dazzling luster in the sun. The high and narrow bridge of the nose is delicate with indifference. Biting his lip, which was almost bloodless, his snow-like face showed a little pale and indifferent.

Martial artist Ouyang Hai has always had a tacit attitude towards his wife Chen Liqing chanting scriptures and worshipping Buddha. I feel that the husband and wife, making jade and attracting phoenixes, and Xiao Shi riding the dragon, can be regarded as overflowing with joy. Over the years, there have been butterflies among the flowers, two mandarin ducks at the bottom of the leaves, and her daughter Ouyang Lan is not small. Life is not unhappy, and husband and wife are not discordant. But Buddhism is always a doctrine of seclusion, and it is used for ordinary people, which is somewhat immoral. But his wife was obsessed with this, so she had nothing to say.

Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui arrived at the post station of the Laixi construction site, but they were not present at the post station. Now Cha Cha Zhi and Lu Qingqiu are the souls of the mining team, and they can't leave anywhere, and they are so busy turning the sun and the moon upside down. A group of people waited, sitting in the wooden shed and walking the mountains, killing time.

As we chatted, a red flare rose from the sky outside the window, like a meteor, across the Centipede Mountains.

Zuo Yintang looked at it and hurriedly said, "Chief Cha Dao and Lu Xiangu summoned us." ”

Cha Cha Zhi and Lu Qingqiu were already in the Waterfall Liuquan Mine Cave. The crowd didn't ask much, and immediately drove towards the Centipede Mountain Range. Captain Zuo Yintang led in front, arrived at the waterfall and flowing spring, entered the mine, and drove straight in. After seventy-two giant toad ponds, we arrived at the Longmen sluice. The inside has been renovated and driftwood mats have been placed in the pool. The sluice gate was also reopened, and the waterfall was much softer, and the sound of the water was harmonious and pleasant. The thirty-six Arowana have now been hooked out of the pool by craftsmen and hung on both sides of the cave wall. In a few days, it has shrunk and weathered, turning into fish skin. Led by Zuo Yintang, the crowd jumped onto the sluice gate from the floating mat on the pool, and behind the sluice was the other half of the pool. Probably the lower part of the gate is a backflow water structure, so the cycle repeats. Those sea dragonfish jumped on the gate before they were born, crossed over, and their lives were endless, and their movements did not stop.

After the pond is an ancient road, dark and faint, the two walls are also embedded with lamp stands, and the fire is fierce. A high threshold, one long step after another, a majestic hall, layer after layer in front of you. No one can tell how many sunrises and moonsets have passed, but everyone understands that there is an ancient tribe that once lived in this palace. The master and his people gazed at every corner of the palace day and night, because every inch of land was infused with their energy and effort. To be sure, they have also seen the open-mindedness of the mountains and rivers, the lights of the strangers in the alleys, the sadness of Huma's hissing wind, and the heroism of looking up to the sky. But in the end, they stayed here alone, listening to the dusk drum and morning bell day after day, the reincarnation of the sun and the moon, and accepting the bold worship of today's ordinary people.

An arch in front blocked the way, and Cha Cha Zhi and Lu Qingqiu stood by the arch, their green clothes fluttering and smiling, as if they were here to enjoy the scenery.

Cha Cha Zhi made a mockery and said with a smile: "I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Everyone was already amazed by the majesty of this palace in the mountains. Follow a pair of Taoist priests and enter the arch. Everyone doesn't know what this treasure hall is for, like a building that is a long time ago. Mi Hui looked carefully at the rune paintings on the stone wall, but she didn't recognize a word, and she couldn't understand a single painting. After watching it for a long time, it seems to be ethereal and hallucinating. Ink and fiery red. The splendid grotto treasure hall, the red carpet inlaid with gold wire has been spread from the treasure hall to the palace gate, and the neatly arranged guards are respectfully listed on both sides, solemn and impressive. The ink dragon flew on the golden pillar, almost out of the sky, dominating the world and being unstoppable. The phoenix on the ink-colored pillar flies together, lifelike, hovering on it, proud of the common people. The bells and drums roared, and the heavens and the earth were happy.

Chen Zhinian picked up the oil lamp and looked around. After reading it thoughtfully for a long time, it seemed that there were words in my mouth, and I had already translated the scriptures without distraction.

The excavation of the Centipede Mountain mine began in full swing. The unnamed ores mined made Cha Cha Zhi and Lu Qingqiu brainless. This is not because it is difficult to decompose and refine, but it is necessary to decipher the rune murals in the Centipede Mountain Mine to know the specific types and uses of these ores.

What interests Lu Qingqiu the most is the veritable aged wine in the jar in the ruins. What is the taste of the ancient wine brewed by the ancestors of the ancient city? Captain Zuo Yintang led the craftsmen and opened one of the wine jars. The mouth of the wine jar is tied with burlap with plant strips, and there is only about two taels of milky white liquid in the jar, which looks like wine but not wine, and there is no particularly strong taste. However, the few remaining wine roots in this altar still fully show the strength of the ancestors of the ancient city at that time. Sake is made from grain, which means that there were enough grains at that time. This also laid a solid foundation for the further prosperity and development of the tribe.

At this time, Cha Cha Zhi and Lu Qingqiu's Danfang immediately turned into a winemaking workshop. A pair of immortals first began to refine and decompose the few remaining wine roots in the jar to see what materials the ancients used to make wine, and what the process was.

Who says you can't have it both ways? The mining team worked in a two-pronged manner, mining the mineral deposits on the one hand and cleaning up the ruins on the other. Manpower seemed stretched for a while. The captain Zuo Yintang was in a hurry, and he had no choice but to ask Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui to help clean up the ruins. Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui heard that they had to clean up the mine, which was really strange every year, not as much as this year. Can a mine be guilty of such fanfare? As a result, when I walked into the centipede mountain grottoes, I found that this mine was criss-crossed, which was comparable to a bustling downtown area. Moreover, the silt in the cave has been precipitated for hundreds of millions of years, hard as iron, and the knife and axe do not enter, which makes the two girls tired and have sore backs and legs, and the soles of their feet are blistered. As the cleanup progressed, the rune paintings became more and more abundant. The size is different, up and down, dense layers. There are graceful and generous Buddha statues, exquisite Guanyin, and murderous Arhats. Lifelike and graceful. The delicate composition and bright colors are like the achievements of gods and ghosts. It brings out a world of Buddhism full of afterlife atmosphere.

To be continued/