"Roche physiognomy" is the most accurate to see the face.

In the few days in Jinmen, Old Man Luo took them to Haihe for a walk when he was fine, and saw all kinds of people.

Old man Luo passed by people, and the identity of the other party could be seen six or seventy percent.

If you meet someone who is curious, stop and chat a few more words, and fall into the words of the physiognomy, basically what the three generations of ancestors do, you can find out.

This is the correct way to open "physiognomy".

Judging by the appearance alone, it can only be said that the sample is still too small.

For example, when it comes to emperors in history, it is nothing more than that: high eyebrows, thick eyebrows, not angry and self-prestigious, with a strong sense of majesty; The forehead is high and broad, the color is bright, and the bulge of the Fuxi bone is particularly obvious; The eyes have heavy pupils, the eyes are sharp and sharp, etc.

These are just rhetoric.

Lin Yi and Qian Sheng's skills naturally could not reach the level of Old Man Luo.

With a painting, only a few clues can be seen.

This clue is not enough to influence their judgment.

Because the legendary Master Xinzheng is a general under Zhang Xianzhong, and no one knows what his common name is.

Even if he later became a green lamp ancient Buddha and chanted scriptures every day, he could not change the murderous aura precipitated in his body.

Lin Yi and Qian Sheng glanced at each other, didn't say anything, and continued to follow forward.

In their opinion, these so-called "treasures" in the temple are not very attractive, including the various gold and silver utensils donated by some pilgrims, which in their eyes are just modern handicrafts.

The accompanying monk led them to the corner, and there was a stone tablet leaning in the corner of the wall, which attracted Lin Yi's attention.

The stele is extremely heavy, the materials are also very solid, and the carving is exquisite.

It's just that the stele is a little broken, but the dragon that is climbing vigorously on it can still be recognized, and the stele body is also split into four pieces.

The only thing that is strange is that all the words on the monument have been removed.

The entire stele is missing.

"Master, may I ask about this stele." Lin Yi pointed at it and asked.

"Oh, that's right, I heard the master say that this stone tablet was used for recording when the temple was completed in the early years, but later, I don't know why, the words on it were polished off.

As for what is engraved on this monument, it has not been handed down anymore.

Later, in time for the special period, the entire stele was also smashed, and when I picked it up, there were only these few remnants. Donor, please look this way."

After the accompanying monk finished speaking, he guided Lin Yi and his party to continue to march inside.

Lin Yi's eyes were completely attracted by this stone stele.

Qian Sheng also stopped after him, and his eyes stayed on the stone tablet.

After watching for a moment, the two began to whisper.

"The stone is the best Sichuan bluestone, carved as a whole, and the carving is very delicate, not like it comes from the hands of ordinary craftsmen."

Judging from the only remaining imprints, the people of Shudan are also masters of literature and ink. Obviously, you can directly destroy this stone stele, why do you want to keep it, just polish the text on it? ”

The three people in front of them walked a few steps, and when they saw that they were still standing in place, they turned around and called out to them.

"Let's go, there's a lot to see ahead."

The fifth brother came over and dragged Lin Yi and Qian Sheng.

was pulled aside by Lin Yi and whispered:

"Fifth brother, Lao Jia, can you ask this little master, can we bring a rubbing of this stone stele?"

"Rubbing? This stele? ”

The fifth brother frowned, looked closer to the stone tablet and looked at it, but didn't see the reason.

But since Lin Yi can make this request, he must have his own ideas.

Qian Sheng organized his speech a little, and let him speak according to this framework.

"Okay, wait for my news!"

The fifth brother took the trouble to return to the monks, probably expressing their wishes.

The little master felt a little incomprehensible, after all, there was no text on this stele, but the fifth brother said that his two friends liked the dragon shape on the stele very much, and felt that it was very vigorous and majestic, and wanted to rub it down as a commemoration.

It's not that hard.

In the Pujing Temple, there are a lot of inscriptions left in the past dynasties, and the temple will also make some rubbings to give to pilgrims and laymen as commemorations.

It's just that although this remnant stele is old, there is no text or pictures on it, and there is no need and value for rubbing.

Since these donors have made requests now, the masters in charge of the temple have also specially told them before leaving, as long as they are not particularly outrageous requests, they will try to meet them.

You don't need to ask the presiding officer for this, you just need to say hello to the temple steward and let someone come with tools.

The accompanying monk sent out a WeChat message, and it didn't take long to receive a response, and someone would send rubbing tools later.

However, the masters who knew how to rub in the temple all followed the large army to Shaomuro Mountain.

This matter naturally fell on Qian Sheng.

He is simply familiar with doing this, rolled up his sleeves, adjusted Zhu Mo, and put it aside.

After taking all kinds of tools, the monument and a few pieces of the monument were all cleaned up and spotless.

Then use a soft brush to evenly brush the stele with water, cover it with rice paper, cover it with a layer of felt, dip it in vermilion ink with a brown brush, and beat it a little bit, so that all the lines on the stele are left on the rice paper.

This operation is smooth and smooth, and several people around me are stunned.

"I didn't expect the donor to have this craft!"

Even the little master in the temple couldn't help but praise it.

Qian Sheng's work was not ambiguous at all, and it didn't take long for the rubbing of the monument to be completed.

It's just that the rubbing can't be removed before it dries out, taking advantage of this moment, Lin Yi proposed to go inside and take a look, and let Qian Sheng figure it out by himself.

So, the four of them left Qian Sheng here to continue to do rubbing, and a few of them followed the little master to continue to visit the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Taking advantage of the time when they left, Qian Sheng worked with his back on his back, stuck in the blind corner of the camera, and quickly rubbed out the rubbings of several remnant tablets.

Facts have proved that his judgment with Lin Yi was right.

Even if the handwriting on this stone tablet has been worn off, the person who carved this stone tablet back then had very good work in his hands, painting with silver hooks and iron, and entering the stone for three points.

Under the impact of the brown brush, those shallow handwriting gradually appeared.

Lin Yi was rambling in the back, looking for various topics to delay time.

The fifth brother and Bai Lu covered on the side, and from time to time put on a high hat for the little master.

Don't look at him as a monk, the horses in this world are also very useful.

The latter part of the tour lasted for more than half an hour, and I heard Qian Sheng say behind him:

"Oops, I'm tired, my hands are a little rusty when I don't do it for a few days, I'm tired of backache and leg cramps!"

Lin Yi knew that his side had already done everything and could be withdrawn.

It's the end of the month, ask for a wave of tickets, family!

(End of chapter)