The temple is not high, and the shrine is even shorter. Yan Saburo half-squatted on the futon to see the whole picture in the shrine.

He was fascinated.

Chitose was also curious, and bent down to look down with him: "What did you find?"

"It's not a statue of a god that is enshrined here, it's a painting. Why?" "Ordinary temples are made of clay or wood carvings, and if the incense is vigorous, the statue will be repaired with a golden body to make it look a little more magnificent." Of course, the idol doesn't have to be big, and the smallest idol Chitose has ever seen is less than the size of her palm.

But there is no statue of a god in the temple, only a two-square-foot painting. Probably because the temple is dedicated to the temple, it is also specially colored.

It must have been years old, because the paper was yellowed, curled around the edges, and even had a few cavities. Fortunately, the center of the scroll is still well preserved, so anyone kneeling on the futon can see that it is a three-eyed monster painted on it.

It stood in the middle of a woodland, roaring in the sky, surrounded by large trees, and feathered fallen leaves under its feet.

"It's a great job. Yan Saburo has extraordinary experience now, and he can see the author's level at a glance, "Send it to the Treasure Pavilion, and someone will definitely accept it." ”

"But not realistically. Chitose said honestly, "The Three-Eyed Monster isn't exactly like that!"

The monster was hideous, blood-red, with vertical pupils on its forehead, and stood like a human, but it had no tail!

If you look closely, its snout is convex, like a wolf. But the monster that was swallowed by the glass lamp was clearly a wide mouth.

"It's impossible for a painter to see it in person, so it's nice to be able to paint like this. Yan Saburo knew that the statues or portraits of the gods in any temple could not be completely realistic, and at least half of them were imaginary images added by later generations.

"The paper is a bit special, and it is coated with oil and wax to keep out the air, so it can be stored for a long time. Chitose snorted lowly, "How long ago did the three-eyed monster hurt people?"

Yan Saburo stood up and went to Miaozhu's house to find someone.

Chitose sat down on the futon and quietly looked at the portrait.

She looked up with a beautiful face, and the street customers came and went, and I don't know how many people peeked at her, and none of them dared to come up and talk to her.

Taking advantage of this, Huang Er was secretly interrogating Huang Da in his bag: "Why are you meddling?"

"Look at Miss Cui, it's pitiful. Huang Da pursed his lips, "The family is not worried, but the trouble caused by her has to be borne by a little girl, how pitiful." ”

Huang Er looked at him in disbelief, his eyes widened: "These words can actually come out of your mouth!"

"It's just empathy. Huang Da sighed, "You can't realize it." ”

"Trust me. Huang Er sneered, "I can!

The two little weasels chirped in agreement.

Although there was not much room for his luggage, Huang Er still circled around his brother twice, and his eyes became more and more suspicious.

"What are you doing?" Huang Da didn't like his sister's eyes.

"You like her?"

Huang was annoyed: "What nonsense! I am acting bravely in the face of righteousness." ”

"It's the same as helping Zhao Feng?"

"Yes. ”

"That's right. Huang Er tugged at its tail, "You like Zhao Feng." ”

"What nonsense!" these words made Huang Da's back chill, "I just think she looks like a kingfisher with embroidered eyes." ”

“...... Huh?" Huang Er didn't expect him to give this kind of answer, "What is the relationship between Zhang Hancui and Kingfisher?

The second sister's mouth is becoming more and more effective. Huang Da was silent.

Huang He had a headache when he heard it, and couldn't help waving his paws: "That's it, it's useless to ask more, and it doesn't know why." "This stupid son, alas!

When Daddy spoke, Huang Da closed his mouth tightly. Of course, the most important thing is that the little master is not there, and there is only the terrible Chitose adult outside the bag. He couldn't say anything stupid to anger her.

But he remembered Zhang Hancui's smile before he hugged his father home. That relieved smile was very beautiful, and his heart also cleared.

It was already evening.

Is the kingfisher's smile that good-looking, too?

Wait, will the birds laugh?

He was thinking nonsense there, and Yan Saburo had already walked back: "I asked, this portrait is more than 800 years old." ”

Chitose raised an eyebrow in surprise. Is it an antiquity from 800 years ago? Looking at it this way, it is really well preserved.

"The author of the painting...... "The words and charms on the scroll coexist, but they are all sloppy, and even Chitose has to be recognized for a while, "Ling Yuan, I have also drawn a few formations on the scroll, which will help it prolong its life." Well, there are a few private seals on the back of his name. ”

The color of the private chapter is bright red, and cinnabar should have been added, but it has not faded after 800 years of wind and frost.

Miao Zhu said that Ling Yuan was a great painter more than 800 years ago, and was commissioned by the local government to make a portrait of Bowu, which took half a month to complete. Since then, the portrait has been hanging here, and you can enjoy the incense offerings. Yan Saburo continued, "By the way, this Ling Yuan is originally from Sanjiao Town. But I just asked around, and there is no Ling family in the local area. ”

Chitose stood up suddenly: "Let's go, go to find the mighty marquis." ”

Yan Saburo said curiously: "What are you looking for him?"

"Let him find a few local old men for us, the older the better, and know as many allusions and old history as possible about the town. Chitose smiled at him, "Don't bother the two masters, anyway, you already owe him favors, and you don't care about owing a little more." ”

Don't worry about a lot of debt.

Yan Saburo pursed his lips, but also admitted that Chitose had a point. Relying on the power of the government to do things can save a lot of time and manpower.

......

Two hours later.

Yan Saburo and Chitose returned to the inn where they were staying, and the latter yawned and lost interest: "What, what a night." ”

Although Shi Congyi didn't know what Yan Saburo wanted to do, he still arranged for him three town elders, all of whom were born and raised in Sanjiao Town, and knew the local old things well.

Ling Yuan is a local historical celebrity, and the three town elders are full of red light when they mention him, as if they are honored. But what they said next disappointed Yan Saburo.

The Ling family was originally a local clan and has experienced prosperity for two hundred years. But then the war came, and its scenery and population hit the bottom.

The Ling family was ruined, and only a few veins of incense were passed down, and it was difficult for the world.

It never retained the glory of its ancestors, and disappeared completely about 200 years ago.

Chitose still didn't give up: "What about the Ling family's ancestral house, and the books and ink left in the house?"

"The Ling Mansion stands on the east side, and it used to be the most imposing mansion in town. But several fires have burned it to ashes. One of the town elders lamented, "Now even the house is gone, and the land has been bought by someone else to build a house." ”