Just when Du Yuan and his entourage were suffering in Fusang, Zhang Liao, Wen Congxin and Feng Xiao were still in the imperial capital. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The winger took them to lunch at the Diaoyutai Hotel, and in addition to the appetizers, the main course was matsutake mushroom soup, herb beef, creamy shrimp balls, double dishes in soup, grilled cod in sauce, vegetarian fried rice – and finally a plate of coconut sago cheese with chopped seasonal fruits.

Feng Xiao curiously grabbed a cheongsam waiter, "No. 1 usually eats these?"

The gentle woman pursed her lips and smiled, shook her head slightly, and did not answer directly.

Feng Xiao turned to the winger again, his eyes were eager to learn, and the side game smiled dumbly, "Of course not." No. 1 usually has a bowl of millet porridge and a plate of small pickles. This is the standard for state banquets, and I still borrowed the light of the three of you - I am also a freshly baked May Day medal winner!"

"Wow, state banquet!" Feng Xiao didn't sigh at luxury, in his imagination, the state banquet must not have a "Manchu and Han full banquet" or something...... This dish doesn't seem to be too dazzling, right?

Bian Ju saw his careful thinking, pointed to a table of cups and plates with chopsticks and said, "Don't underestimate these, the state banquet menu is really hard to think about." How to grasp the scale, not to be rude, but also not to be blamed by taxpayers, is the main way to balance. ”

"No, no, no—it doesn't mean that. Feng Xiao waved his hand again and again, "Compared with ordinary life, these are already very particular." If you compare it to our school cafeteria, it's like heaven and earth!"

"Oh yes, you're still studying. The winger remembered the stubble, "I've seen your file. According to some information, your school has recently received a large amount of sponsorship from the overseas Internet giant 'Facebook' in your name. What's going on?"

"Yo!" Feng Xiao patted his thigh excitedly, "Zack's buddy is really trustworthy, and he will send it when he says it." I'm still talking about playing......" and recounted how he met Zuckerberg at the White House that day and contracted a large amount of sponsorship by chance.

Zhang Liao and Wen listened with relish, and the winger also raised his fingers with a smile, "Good! Donations are better than loans, and the amount of money is large and interest-free, and it is most suitable for education. You can consider working in the commercial department in the future. ”

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After lunch, Director Bian personally drove out of Zhongnanhai, along Chang'an Avenue to the east by the Third Ring Road, and after half an hour of travel, he came to a strange building complex.

It's not like a shopping street, it's not like a residential area, it's about the same as the big factories of the seventies and eighties.

Entering the courtyard gate, along the way are red brick factories converted into study houses and cafes, and there are tall buildings with steel beams and glass, I don't know what they do.

Feng Xiao pointed to the window of the Hongqi sedan and said, "Look, old-fashioned train!"

Zhang Liao heard the prestige, and sure enough, the black steam locomotive was lying on the railroad tracks, which was very visually impactful.

"Why is this realm so ...... Classical?" Wen Congxin endured and changed the word "outdated" to another word.

The winger was looking for a place to park his car while having fun, "It's all a moth from the literary and artistic circles, and it's more stylish to say this." I can't appreciate it anyway...... It was originally a 798 military factory, but now it has been converted to civilian use and has become a land for cultural industries. Now, we're here, get out of the car and follow me. ”

The four of them walked around the neat street and came to a large iron gate with the words "Ullens Center for the Arts" engraved on it.

It's the New Year, there are no people, and there are no birds - in fact, there are no birds, and it's too cold to hide the cat's winter.

The winger didn't explain why he was here, so he swaggered and took people in—

A warm breeze blows in the face, and the air conditioning in the large exhibition hall is fully open. This building is obviously also a factory building, with a high ceiling, 20 meters away, except for the white gray brick wall is a black lacquered steel beam, a cold and hard-core style.

"It's loft style. Zhang Liao pointed out seriously.

Wen smiled from the bottom of his heart, "Bumped into your old job, don't talk about houses with people who are engaged in construction." ”

Surprisingly, it's much livelier inside than outside.

About twenty or thirty people were scattered around, in groups of three or five, holding red wine glasses, walking sideways with their legs between their legs, sipping wine and discussing the paintings hanging on the walls in a whisper.

Those paintings...... Feng Xiao tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, completely speechless. He wanted to say something, but couldn't.

Zhang Liao also wanted to show off in front of his heart, and looked around with his index finger, but he couldn't find a work that could be eaten.

Those paintings are almost all the same theme, with similar colors, but I can't tell what the content is......

Suddenly, a guy on the left and one of them drew everyone over. The man, dressed in a black Tang costume with long hair and a shawl, was surrounded by several admirers, and was spitting lotus flowers to explain the original intention of creation.

“...... The womb is the last utopia where human dreams are buried, where the warm amniotic fluid is filled, and where eating and excretion are automatically processed by innate channels, and it is everyone's true home. What flows through my pen is a passionate love for the womb. Remember every inch of lubrication, pay tribute to every trace of sadness. Even the malignant tumors that accompany me like a pillow have become warm and friendly as I have grown, and they exude a charming fragrance......"

These words brushed like a magic spell, and someone moaned lowly, obviously impressed by the profundity of this argument, and could not control the orgasm under the crotch.

Wen Cong's heart was as stunned as a wooden chicken, and Feng Xiao looked confused.

Zhang Liao's fingers finally landed in the direction of the artist, and he nodded a few times weakly, "Listen, how good it is." I'm almost sick......"

The winger made his way through the crowd in a low-key manner and walked behind a man in a plain robe in the corner, "Master, I brought them here." ”

The man wore a sackcloth bucket hat, and he couldn't see the color of his hair, and when he heard the sound, he turned around, vaguely an elder.

He had a pale face, wore a pair of round-framed black-rimmed glasses, and looked elegant and kind like a scholar.

"Oh, side game, thank you for your hard work. I was in a trance, sorry for the faux pas. ”

The winger said curiously, "Why are you here......?" I don't think so, there is a strong sour smell in the hall. ”

"Oh, actually, we're going to the side hall next door, it's too small for me to rent a big one. I am afraid that you will not be able to find it, so I am here. With that, the old man walked to a side door.

The winger turned around and beckoned to the Danyuan trio, who followed.

Passing through the narrow corridor, I came to a side hall, which was only about 100 square meters in size, which was only one-eighth the size of the room just now.

There are no windows around the room, some copies of the Buddha's Bunsheng Sutra are hung on the walls, and a lonely table is placed in the middle of the room, and there is a statue of a god with a helmet and armor.

The winger looked at it, not knowing what he meant. "What are you renting here for, promoting the Dharma and benefiting all sentient beings? I think I've chosen the wrong place. I don't know much about art, but I can smell it - most of them are people who are elegant and do things that stink in the name of art. Believers who are dedicated to goodness will automatically go to your Longquan Temple, so why bother?"

The old man smiled and didn't defend himself, but just beckoned to the three young people who slowly stopped at the door.

"Come on, all over here. ”

Everyone walked over and formed a half-circle, and listened to the old man's orders.

The old man took off the sackcloth bucket hat, revealing a bright bald head, and said with a smile, "The poor monk is honest and sincere, and he is in charge of the abbot of Longquan Temple." I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

Several young people looked at each other, Zhang Liao arched his hand, and brought the habitual traversal legacy to the twenty-first century, "It turned out to be Master Xincheng, I don't know what you are looking for us?"

Xincheng said, "Thanks to the border bureau, your miraculous experience has been heard by the poor monks. There is something that has not been able to be understood, so under the pretense of the name of the exhibition, it is exposed in the world, hoping that those who have knowledge will break through the mystery. But for more than a month, there was no gain. Coincidentally, I heard that you were coming to Beijing, so I dared to ask the side bureau to come and meet, maybe I could gain something. ”

Zhang Liao didn't know how much the winger had talked to the old monk about them, let alone what he wanted to ask for, so he chose to continue to listen silently.

"Look, there's something unusual in this room?" Xincheng's eyes twinkled with anticipation.

Zhang Liao looked at the winger, and then at Wen Congxin, but walked around the room with his hands behind his back.

"These paintings ...... I've seen something similar in Dunhuang. ”

"Oh, the little donor has also been to Dunhuang?"

"Of course. Zhang Liao turned around and glanced at the winger again, received affirmative acquiescence, and said frankly, "It's just that I'm going to Dunhuang in the Tang Dynasty." ”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Feng Xiao was still pondering what this sentence meant, and Xincheng had already shown excitement.

"Very good. He finally spoke, "I have something here, and it's also from Datang." But it's different, and in the dead of night, there's always no wind to sing. At first, I thought the window was not closed, but then I realized that it was useless. Finally, one day, the poor monk dared to try to preach the scriptures with it, trying to suppress its overflowing evil energy. It suddenly gave me a clear reply......"

"What does it mean?" Zhang Liao glanced around the room again, and finally fixed his gaze on the statue.

"That's right. Xincheng nodded, "That's it." ”

"How did it reply?" everyone was surprised, and focused their eyes on the greeting.

"It didn't speak, it just turned into a 'silent' word in substance—I guess, it meant to stop me. ”

This story is incredible, and everyone is a little scary.

"It can't be dazzling, right?" Feng Xiao asked for the first time.

"No, it won't. Xincheng subconsciously helped the leg of his glasses, "My Longquan Temple specially held a voting meeting for this purpose, and asked the monk who offered the treasure at the beginning, but the person was also ignorant and refused to take it back by himself." The final vote was that the temple should not be hidden, and if it was inconclusive, it would be destroyed. I think it's a pity that I did this extra thing to hold this exhibition. In order to make a last stand, find the destined person to uncover the puzzle. ”

Zhang Liao leaned over and touched it tentatively, nothing unusual. "Who is this statue, and why did the layman offer a military general to the temple?"

Xincheng smiled very tolerantly, "The little donor doesn't know, this is not a military general, he is one of the two protector gods of the Buddha, Veda Bodhisattva." ”

"Oh-" The name was a little impressed, and Zhang Liao circled around. The idol was about a meter high, and the base was about a foot in diameter. It seems to be made of pure copper. He tentatively folded his arms and hugged him, but the preset force was a little smaller, and he didn't move a bit.

"There's lead in it. Xincheng explained, "Some of the corners have been torn apart by the passage of time, revealing a little bit of lead. Therefore it is not the usual weight!"

Feng Xiao waited impatiently on the side, and suddenly turned around and closed the hall door.

When he came back again, he squinted his eyes in front of the idol, and his body suddenly fluctuated slightly, and the essence of his forehead flashed, and a thin slit cracked out, and a "little mushroom" poked out from the inside!

The incident happened in a hurry, Wen Congxin couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, and when this younger brother tried too hard to break his brain.

Feng Xiao urged the divine thoughts, magnified through the exposed pineal gland, focused on the body of the god, and looked at it-

"Oops!" The sharp pain came back, causing the young man to fall backwards, but fortunately he was hugged by the winger and Zhang Liao.

"What's wrong?" Wen Congxin asked anxiously.

"There...... Inside that thing...... There's a knife!"