He spread out the painting and pointed to it, and in the lower right corner of the painting, 'Wu Daozi Jiaqing Seven Years', it turned out that this painting was created in the middle of the Qing Dynasty during the Jiaqing period, and it was painted by a person named Wu Daozi.

He stroked his beard, was silent for a while, and said: "This painting is a small town called Yancheng in the land of Sichuan and Shu, this town is not big and there are only 240 households, so this is called 'Shuzhou Yancheng 240 households', the protagonist of this painting is a pair of hard-working men and women, originally this pair of men and women have been childhood sweethearts, and the two have no guesses. But God did not fulfill people's wishes, the man's father was killed by the woman's brother, the man was angry but wanted to kill her brother, the woman tried desperately to stop but still failed, and the final result you don't have to guess, they both died. ”

I looked at this ink painting again, and I didn't feel the feelings of an infatuated man and a woman, but a little resentment of the deceased in it, so I said: "There is indeed resentment in this painting, but I can feel that this is not something that can be formed by two people, and there are definitely other grievances of the dead in vain." ”

He nodded and gave me a thumbs up, "Sir is so sensitive, yes, the theme of this painting is indeed the pathos of a man and a woman, but in the end it was not just the two of them who died, but forty people!" ”

I suddenly trembled in my heart, and was shocked, there were as many as forty people who died in vain, so this painting should be a great thing, but I couldn't feel the resentment of this ancient painting, and I didn't have the slightest resentment, and I even began to doubt my own ability.

The goatee-bearded man saw that I was denying myself, so he said: "Sir, you don't have to doubt your ability, although this painting is inhabited by the souls of forty deceased, they no longer have any resentment, after Wu Daozi's excess, they have let go of their resentment and reincarnated." Look here! ”

He pointed, the red stamp of the words 'Wu Daozi' in the lower right corner, I touched it with my hand and then leaned over to my nose and sniffed, "Cinnabar." ”

"Yes, Cinnabar! Wu Daozi was not only a famous painter at that time but also a Taoist priest with a high degree of Taoism, when he happened to travel here, attracted by the beautiful mountains and rivers in the local area, so he stayed, and also specially made a painting for this beautiful town, which is this one. ”

Later, tragedy struck, Yancheng was burned down by an unwarranted fire, and such a beautiful Tianfu town was destroyed by fire, and forty innocent lives were lost. Forty lives, forty! They were all people who died with deep grievances, and Wu Daozi pitied them and was afraid that they would become ghosts after they died, so he sealed them into the painting, and gave them seven hundred and forty-nine days to spend seven hundred and forty-nine days, and recited the Great Compassion Mantra nine hundred and eighty-one times before they dissolved their resentment. ”

Hearing this, I became intrigued, and begged Mr. Goatee to tell me the story of the people in this painting.

He nodded, and promised to tell me the story of the people in the painting.

"At that time, the man in the painting." He gestured to the man standing on the left side of the scroll with shaved hair and braids.

"He is the kindest and most diligent young man in Yancheng, and he is also the object of pursuit by the girls in the town, but there is only one person in his heart, and that is this woman." He used his finger again to point to the woman with her hair in a bun on the right side of the scroll.

I was so engrossed that he was so engrossed that he began to speak tirelessly again.

"Originally, everything was beautiful, men loved women, and women wanted to marry men. However, a man has a stinky drummer, and a woman has a domineering brother, which dooms them to tragedy. ”

Goatee picked up his coffee cup again, took a big gulp, and then said, "One day, the woman's brother came to the man's house to collect the rent, and it happened that the man was not there, so he asked his father for the rent. The old man thought that the rent he asked for was too high and refused to pay, so the arrogant woman brother called his men and beat the old man violently. The old man was not in good health, and his temper was stinky, how could he withstand the fists and feet of a sturdy young man, and he died after lying at home for a few days, and the last relative of the man in the world left him, not to mention how sad it was. So, he went to the woman's brother's house to ask for an explanation, but he was alone, how could he fight the evil family. Unexpectedly, he was kicked out of the house, and he threatened not to let the woman's brother see him again, otherwise he would be beaten once he saw it. Although, men did not take advantage, but the seeds of hatred have been planted. After that, the woman went to the man more than once and persuaded him to let go of his hatred and live a good life with her, and she would bear the sins of her brother. However, the man refuses to let go of his hatred, after all, his father's hatred is a family feud and a blood feud, and it must be repaid with blood. Finally, on a dark and windy night, the man sneaked into the room while the woman's brother was asleep, killed him with a knife, and avenged his father. By the time the woman arrived, it was too late, and the woman looked at the man with blood-red eyes, and with mixed feelings, she snatched the dagger from the man's hand and plunged it into her heart. The man was also discouraged, had no desire to live, held the woman's corpse, and set himself on fire. The fire started at the woman's brother's house, and it was late at night, and by the time the people of the town found out that they wanted to save me, it was too late, and they had to flee without their lives, but in the end forty people did not run away, and they were cremated with this beautiful town. ”

He spoke so eloquently that I was fascinated by it, as if I had been in the middle of the story, a person in a small town.

"That's the story of this painting, how? Isn't it exciting? He smiled and poured me a cup of coffee and invited me to drink with him.

I didn't say anything polite to him, I raised my cup and touched it, and I drank the strong vegetarian coffee, and the richness of the coffee lingered in my mouth.

"It's so enjoyable, the men and women in this painting obviously love each other, but they can't love each other, it's really tricky." I said with some regret, but I said something that I was more interested in.

"The story of this painting is very poignant, but this painting seems to have a magical force, this force is attracting me, as if it wants to suck me into the painting, the more I look at this painting, the more I feel, I feel that I am a person in the painting!"

Goatee listened to my words and was a little incredulous, "Do you think that what you see is not just a painting, but more like a world, a real world." ”

"yes, that's what it feels like, I feel like I'm about to enter this world."

The goatee stroked his beard again and said, "You have a relationship with this painting, so do you believe in illusion?" ”

"Faith, any mirror image with aura can enter the illusion."

"Then would you like to go into the illusion of this painting to get a glimpse of it?"

"Yes."

Having received an affirmative answer, the goatee pointed to a door in the middle of the scroll and said, "Sir, please look here, you are slowly entering the ......"