I can see the accuracy

"Can I touch it?" Chen Jing asked.

"Of course." The old man nodded.

Chen Jing was very polite to touch with only two fingers, and then said: "The real Chengxintang paper is delicate and smooth. However, the Chengxintang paper that was copied during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty had a limited degree of imitation because of the loss of technology. So, this should be Chengxintang paper."

Having said this, he smiled in surprise: "Old gentleman, not to mention the value of this painting, just talking about the paper is quite valuable."

"I don't care if I am old and dead. I don't care about money or money. It's just that I think this should be a brand new genre of paintings. Unfortunately, there is very little history left. It is already very difficult to explore them more. I have studied this painting for many years, and some friends once said that it has many faces."

"Thousands of people?"

"Yes, it's just that different people, looking at this painting, may see different things. Most people will see nothing; some people see the white crane, and some people see the crane group. "

"Is it so amazing?"

"Kid, what do you see again?"

"I……"

When Chen Jing first saw this painting, he really didn't see anything famous.

That simple stroke of "" looks like a white crane looking back, but it is mostly a psychological suggestion.

If "white crane" is not mentioned beforehand, who would think of it as a white crane after seeing this word?

"I will take a closer look."

Chen Jing said he was looking at paintings, but in fact he was looking at the scarlet letters that appeared before him.

But those scarlet letters did not mention anything other than the introduction of Chengxintang paper.

Involuntarily, he also began to watch the whole picture scroll.

Two feet square, similar to this kind of square scrolls, are rare in history, and they are mostly long scrolls, such as "A Picture of the River on Qingming Festival".

"White Crane, Changsheng?"

Chen Jing muttered softly, but before she knew it, a hook seemed to stick out of the painting.Hooked all his eyes, making him suddenly become a trance.

Then, a white mist began to float in all directions.As the picture turns, it seems to have come to a completely unfamiliar space.

Here, there is a vast expanse of whiteness and clouds everywhere.

There was light shining through the clouds and mist, which was extremely dazzling.

Chen Jing closed his eyes subconsciously.

But when he opened his eyes again, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be standing on a very high place.

Like a mountain top, like a cloud platform, at a glance, amidst the whiteness, strong winds are blowing, and the fiery red sun is rising.

In the clouds of Miao Miao, there are white cranes whistling.

Dancing lightly among the rainbow.

The sky is flowing cyan streamer, like a ribbon, floating thousands of miles.

In the distance, there is a vaguely high platform, forty-eight thousand feet, leaning to the southeast.

Under the high platform, there is also a faint moon rippling in the lake, the water surface is like a mirror, like a slowly flowing river.

But just in the midst of dizzying eyes, when the chest was majestic, the white cranes flying on that day suddenly crowed.

The white crane spread its wings, and the flowing clouds moved.

Like a arrow, like a rainbow, like a meteor.

Pounced into his arms and turned into a ball of snow.

The icy feeling rolled over, and Chen Jing couldn't help but shiver.

When I opened my eyes again, everything disappeared.

I saw that I was still in my own restaurant.

And the old man was also looking at him with fiery eyes: "What do you see? Kid, what do you see?"

The tone was very excited, because the scroll just moved by itself.

"I……"

Chen Jing only felt strange and looked around blankly.

If it is said that it is real now, are the scenes he saw just now all illusions?

No, it's not right.

Those scenes, seen so real, so shocking, should not be an illusion.

Moreover, the icy cold that Baihe flew into his arms in the end, he still had a feeling under his body.

"I saw the sea of ​​clouds, the white crane, the high platform, the Jinghu lake, and the sunrise."

Because Chen Jing didn't know what the mystery of this painting was, so he said all the things he had seen.

"You... have you seen so many things? What else? Is there anything else?" the old man asked eagerly.

"That's not true, I just feel that my head is swelling, and my eyes are so painful." Chen Jing rubbed his eyes and pressed his temples again.

"Think about it, besides these, do you see anything special?" The old man walked to Chen Jing's side with eagerness and desire and grabbed his arm.

"I really haven't seen anything else." Chen Jing really felt his head swelling, bursts of pain.It's as if something was forcibly stuffed in.

At this moment, there were lights outside the door.

It is a police car.

Three people got out of the car and walked towards the store while talking and laughing.

When the old man saw someone coming, he let go of Chen Jing's arm and quickly put away the "White Crane Longevity Picture" on the table.

"Children, think about it, then think about it."

"Sorry, old sir, I really didn't see the others." Chen Jing couldn't stand up with a headache, so she sat down.

Outside the store, a man and a woman came in first.When entering the door, he shouted: "A Jing, didn't you mean a party? Why did you come back so early?"

When Chen Jing heard the voice, he knew that it was his parents who came back, and then replied: "I don't like the follow-up program, so I will come back first."

"This is?" Chen Yiyuan asked when he saw an old stranger in the store.

"Since you are uncomfortable, let's talk about it next time."

The old man said to Chen Jing, then smiled politely to Chen Yiyuan and his wife and Police Officer Liu Qisheng who followed, and nodded in greeting.

Then he left without saying much.

"A Jing, who is he?"

Xu Yanlan asked after the old man went out.

"Said Yuchen's elder, brought me a painting."

"a painting?"

A strange old man showed Chen Jing a painting?

Both Chen Yiyuan and Xu Yanlan felt a little inexplicable. Does Chen Jing know how to paint?

"Forget it, let's not say, my head is a little bit up, so I go to sleep first." Chen Jing rubbed his head, and when he saw Liu Qisheng was there, he said hello and went into the room.

After entering the room, he fell directly on the bed, only feeling that his head grew more and more.It seems to be about to split.

This situation lasted for several minutes.

Slowly, he seemed to hear someone talking, and he seemed to hear someone chanting.

The strange thing is that what these people say, what they chant, every time they utter a sentence, it seems to be deeply engraved in his memory.

Into the woods like three points.

The mighty, eloquent.It also includes some strange symbols, Indian style.

After these fonts were formed, they continued to circulate in his mind.

Burn over and over again.

In the end, Chen Jing couldn't help but read it: "The White Crane Changshengjing...Dare to ask if the Changsheng Sutra, Baihe sends the scriptures..."