"Like, it's so similar," the stall owner's eyes surged with pride, and he was still talking to himself according to the person in the painting, "This person is not ordinary, boxing north and south, spanning the world, and doing a lot of earth-shattering things, eh, what is his name, I can't remember clearly." ”

Chen Zhuo's eyes were gloomy, looking at the people in the painting, looking at the faces that had been somewhat blurred in his memory, the muscles and flesh of his cheeks twitched slightly, and then sighed, reached out to take it, wiped the rain foam on it, and gently stroked it.

"His name is Chen Zhuo!"

The stall owner's eyes lit up, he patted his head, and suddenly said, "That's right, this master's name is Chen Zhuo." ”

But he quickly said "huh" again, and said in surprise: "How do you know? ”

Chen Zhuo didn't talk, but counted the people beside him by himself, and said in a low voice: "This is Mr. Rui, this is Uncle Deng, and the third sister ......."

The old man's eyes widened as he listened, and then he turned and pulled out a few more drawings from the stack.

Chen Zhuo glanced at it, his shoulders shook, and his lips were a little white.

But I saw that the painting was a street scene, and it was also a light rain, with an umbrella in the rain, and under the umbrella were the backs of three distant roads.

"Do you know who these three are?" The old man couldn't help himself with excitement, his hands trembled, and he looked at it with a blank eye, "I said that this dream is true, but no one believes it, no one believes me." ”

Chen Zhuo's mouth let out a low moan that seemed to cry and laugh, his eyes were melancholy and complicated, he reached out to take it, and said with a long sigh of relief in his mouth: "Hehe, it's really fatal." ”

In his life, his heart is like iron, he acts ruthlessly and resolutely, and he rarely feels it in his life, except for ...... These people.

"Also, I've drawn quite a bit." The old man plunged into the shop, and when he came out again, he was already holding a pile of sketches in his arms, "Look, it's not enough for me to paint for you." ”

Chen Zhuo took the painting stuffed by the old man, glanced at it, and saw that it was full of familiar figures, and he said softly: "Enough." ”

While speaking, suddenly wind and rain swept under the canopy, and the picture quality rose in the wind, flying between heaven and earth.

The old man was distressed, slapped his thigh, jumped to his feet and said, "Oh, that's all my baby, it's all my baby." ”

Chen Zhuo looked at the paintings that flew into the rain, his eyes flickered, and he raised his feet and stepped into the rain, standing on the long street.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the cool rain between heaven and earth, and the place where his eyebrows were hidden suddenly became generous and bright.

The brilliance is intangible and substantial, but where it shines, but seeing that the world is easy to change, the old streets and old houses in the rain, all kinds of things, all the changes, the brilliance ripples by, there is still a little bit of modern architecture in front of it, all return to the ancient style, as if this moment the ancient and modern converge, the years go backwards.

It was in the cold and silent rain, and I suddenly heard the loud shouting, as well as the laughter of the warbler and the bird, the sound of the piano, and the merchants coming and going from the south to the north, so lively.

The stall owner stood stunned, and then turned back with a trembling voice, in the rain, a Lingnan-style building was located in the misty rain atmosphere, resplendent and brilliant, and it was difficult to distinguish between virtual and real.

"Master Chen, you're back!"

At the door, the old man with a white stubble smiled happily, took the cigarette holder in his hand, and greeted Chen Zhuo.

The stall owner was already dry-mouthed, and said in a trembling voice: "Golden Building! ”

He looked at Chen Zhuo, and then looked at the real building, and rushed in regardless of it, and then heard bursts of laughter from the building: "Really, it's all true, Shenzhou gathers righteousness, lives and dies together, all this is true." ”

The laughter seemed to be insane.

"Master Chen, I remember, you are Master Chen!" The old man ran out of it in a hurry, carrying a pot of wine in his hand, his eyes were red, "It's all true!" ”

Chen Zhuo seems to be an old monk, standing with his eyes closed, not moving, like a statue of a god.

It's just his idea that the long street is a wonder.

The blue sky and the white day, the strange appearance in the rain was only limited to a radius of more than ten or twenty zhang at the beginning, but the more the range expanded later, until it enveloped a hundred zhang, everything in it, all reproduced the scene of the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, looking away from afar, like a mirage spreading, strange and very, like a dream.

Passers-by, as soon as they enter the mirage, are all lost, and even the memories in their minds are also changed, blending into it, as if they are not in the modern era, but in the past.

……

"Our reporter reported that early yesterday morning, a supernatural phenomenon occurred in Yingshazui Old Street in this city; For some reason, many old buildings from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China suddenly appeared in some areas that were originally to be demolished, and the residents inside had been cut off from the outside world......

In a noodle restaurant on the corner of Foshan Street, a burly monk with a thick beard and big eyes was eating the contents of the bowl, but after hearing the news broadcast on TV, he opened his eyes widely, swallowed the contents of his mouth, glanced at the scene on TV, and then shook his head.

The owner of the noodle restaurant was a middle-aged man, feeling the terrifying oppressive force from the monk, his face turned pale, and he immediately smiled bitterly: "Master, these thirty-two bowls of noodles should be what I asked you for, no money." ”

On the table, there were already a bunch of bowls stacked high.

The monk wiped his mouth, his big face was dark, his thick eyebrows flew obliquely, and he said angrily: "Boy, your gossip stick is not bad, the strength is endless, and the rolling noodles are also strong, it seems that this Foshan is really the hometown of martial arts, and even a noodle stall owner will have a few hands." ”

How dare the man say more, keep laughing, it is really the monk in front of him who knows at a glance that it is not trivial, not to mention the high bulge of the temples, the physique is even more strange, the tiger's back is bear's waist, the muscles and flesh are knotted, as if it is made of copper cast iron, a rough look is less than two meters high, the pores of the whole body are closed, the beard is thick and black, and he must be the top master of the foreign family.

With only one body, a fierce aura could force the people to retreat one after another, and the birds and beasts within a radius of dozens of meters ran away.

Needless to say, such a master must have gone to Japan to participate in the Narauszi Martial Arts Conference.

Seeing the monk staring at the TV, the man couldn't help but ask, "Master, are you going to see this supernatural phenomenon?" ”

Unexpectedly, the great monk sneered and said: "What kind of supernatural phenomenon of bird eggs, this is obviously someone who has thoroughly understood the way of the spirit, and the illusion of the mind born from the virtual reality, didn't someone advocate some special function in the early years, it is similar to that." ”

The noodle stall man opened his mouth wide when he heard this, and he was also surprised.

Before he could speak, the monk continued with burning eyes: "However, it looks about the same, the realm is far from the same, those special functions of telekinesis are like unweaned dolls, but this person on TV is unusual; Look at the people in the illusion, all of them were created out of thin air by that person's mental thoughts, it's amazing. ”

In the end, the great monk's face turned from copper to red, and his body was full of qi and blood, and he laughed in a low voice: "I can't imagine that there are people in the world who cultivate their spirits, and they can reach such an incredible level; It seems that it is so strong that it has changed from virtual to real...... If one day, the phantom in this illusion mirror can come out, then this person will be the realm of immortals and Buddhas. ”

The monk's head is simple, the monk's shoes and white socks, wearing gray shoulders, a pair of old-fashioned bloomers on his legs, the top of his skull is bare, and the hair around his head is like artemisia grass.

"Hey, hey, it's really an unexpected joy, this person's method has a bit of a shadow of Buddhism, I want to see what kind of goods it is."

With that, he strode into the rain.

(End of chapter)