It was just after morning and the sun was shining brightly. On the path up the mountain filled with white mist, there were still large particles of dew on many flowers and plants.
It was about to fall, but it happened to be touched by Yuan Huaimin who was climbing the mountain.
Yuan Huaimin didn't care about this. He was alone and immersed himself in climbing the mountain without saying a word. He held a jasper staff in his hand, which was sent by the female historian Rong Zhen to facilitate his climbing.
This is the mountainside of Nanfeng on the south bank of Shuangfengjian, on a path leading to the top of the mountain.
The peaks of the two peaks were originally two peaks connected together. From a distance, they looked like Li Sheng brothers, with the bases of the mountains touching each other in the middle recess.
Under the water conservancy project presided over by the former governor of Jiangzhou, Shi Ouyang Lianghan, the two peaks were cut in the middle like a piece of cake, and a flood channel was dug out.
So the twin peaks were cut into the south peak and the north peak, which are located on the south bank and the north bank respectively.
The Xunyang Grottoes were built along the north bank. The main grotto where the Donglin Buddha is located is also on the north bank. The Buddha is backed by the cliff of Beifeng.
Shuangfengjian Ferry is on the south bank. You must pass through this place when going from Xunyang City to Xunyang Grottoes. Originally, there were many ships passing through the waterway in the middle.
Today, they are all being detained at the ferry. Private transfers are not allowed and they are under martial law.
Therefore, the south peak that Yuan Huaimin is climbing is the best viewing point to have a panoramic view of the north peak and its giant Buddha.
This is also the reason why Rong Zhen and Yi Qianqiu allowed Yuan Huaimin to board this place.
He is the painter responsible for depicting grand scenes today, and it was Yi Qianqiu who fought for him.
However, Yuan Huaimin had already known a few days ago that Yi Qianqiu had paid a price for the opportunity he had fought for.
In other words, exchange.
It's a complete exchange of interests.
Even though Yuan Huaimin didn't approve of this exchange very much, he even felt guilty and shameful for the Yuan family, and was ashamed to be associated with him.
Just like what he recently learned from Mr. Wu, it was the same secret exchange that Qiuniang and her father made with the Zhou Dynasty on behalf of their Jingzhaoyuan clan.
Yuan Huaimin did not go up the mountain alone. He was actually followed by a group of White Tiger Guards. They were sent by Yi Qianqiu to protect him before leaving in the morning. However, Yuan Huaimin did not let them get too close, nor did he let them get too close.
Give them the drawing paper and pen you brought with you.
The morning sun gradually rose, and the white mist that filled the inside and outside of the twin peaks did not dissipate.
Between the north and south peaks, white mist crosses the river.
Yuan Huaimin held a jasper staff in one hand and carried a small book box like a scholar rushing for exams, and climbed up slowly.
The book box on the back is equipped with an umbrella, and inside is a bundle of scrolls and painting tools.
Some scrolls are wrapped in cloth, and the material of the shaft cannot be seen clearly.
When Yuan Huaimin came just now, it was Yi Qianqiu who brought him in. No one checked him. After all, he was not boarding a boat to go to the main grotto on the north bank.
In addition, even the inspection is useless. Mr. Wu was already prepared before leaving this morning.
Thinking of this, Yuan Huaimin sighed quietly and couldn't help but look back at the bundle of scrolls behind him.
The scene before going out to Chengtian Temple this morning was still vivid in his memory.
Yuan Huaimin lowered his head and looked at the jade staff. Rong Nvshi said that Brother Lianghan had made it for her who was injured and had inconvenience in her legs and feet. This time, she gave it to him for climbing.
Perhaps because she knew that Brother Lianghan had a good relationship with him, this female historian Rong Zhen was also quite cold-hearted and warm-hearted towards him.
Yuan Huaimin felt a little guilty when he thought that this female historian would most likely defend the giant Buddha to the death.
After all, he still brought this picture of Peach Blossom Spring in,
In fact, Yuan Huaimin has never been interested in the Buddha or anything like that. Just as he said not long ago when he begged Wu Daozi not to hurt Ouyang Lianghan:
In the entire Xunyang City, except for the innocent people, he only cares about the life and death of Ouyang Rong, Qiuniang, and at most "Ma Dongmei". As for the others, it really doesn't matter.
Yuan Huaimin had arrived at the peak of the Twin Peaks early this morning, but he did not enter. Instead, he waited at the door for a long time. He wanted to wait for Brother Lianghan and meet him again before entering the grotto. sentence.
However, Brother Lianghan didn't come for a long time, and Yi Qianqiu urged him fiercely from the side. After waiting for a while, he gave up and hurriedly climbed the mountain.
In a trance, Yuan Huaimin climbed to the top of the mountain.
He exhaled, found a spot with the best view on the top of the mountain, and took off the book box.
Turning his head, he defended the group of white tigers behind him;
"I just want to be quiet."
The White Tiger Guard team leader clasped his fists and led his men to retreat a little further, but he was still looking at Yuan Huaimin's position from a distance.
Yuan Huaimin hesitated and took out a bronze scroll from the book box.
His face was a little complicated, and he turned his back to the sight of the White Tiger Guards behind him. Just as he was about to open the bag, the bag in his hand had automatically slipped out.
Under the mist, the bronze scroll unfolded silently in the mountain wind,
A picture of the Peach Blossom Spring is revealed in the air.
In the painting, I saw a small peach blossom courtyard. Under a peach tree in the courtyard, there was a little old man sitting cross-legged.
When the scroll was unfolded, the little old man raised his head smartly and glanced at the top of his head. The next moment, he stood up and walked out of the yard with a smile. He also walked out of the scroll. Even though it was not the first time he had seen her, he had just seen her once in the morning. Huai Min was still a little wide-eyed.
Wu Daozi walked out of the painting with his hands behind his back, walked to Yuan Huaimin, looked at him with a smile, and patted his shoulder casually, as if to encourage him.
Yuan Huaimin remembered that Mr. Wu did the same thing before going out in the morning. After giving him a few words, he unfolded the scroll directly and walked in with his hands behind his back. The scroll closed naturally and fell into his hands————
At this moment, Yuan Huaimin turned around with some trepidation and looked at the group of White Tiger Guards not far away.
He found that they seemed to be motionless, looking at him expressionlessly as before, as if ignoring Mr. Wu walking out of the painting, turning a deaf ear to the extra people around Yuan Huaimin.
Wu Daozi patted Yuan Huaimin on the shoulder again:
"Don't look at it. In their eyes, you are laying out paper and painting."
Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but ask:
"Mr. Wu, are you a human or a ghost? Why are you included in the painting?"
"I'm neither a ghost nor a human. What do you guess? I'll tell you if I guess right."
The old man blinked.
Yuan Huaimin wanted to speak but stopped.
Wu Daozi turned around, walked to the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, squinted at the scenery at the bottom of the mountain, and gently nodded with some satisfaction:
"Except for the obstructive white mist on the river, this place does have beautiful scenery and is suitable for painting."
Yuan Huaimin didn't listen. Only then did he see a terrifying detail.
In this fierce mountain wind, Wu Daozi's clothes did not move at all, as if they were fixed on the wooden board.
Yuan Huaimin was sweating more and more.
Wu Daozi turned around, saw Yuan Huaimin's expression, and seemed to have discovered what Yuan Huaimin was aware of. The old man smiled sheepishly, walked to the bookcase, took out an ink pen, dipped it lightly in ink, and then
Draw a few strokes in the air.
Under the fog, Yuan Huaimin noticed that the hem of Wu Daozi's clothes was fluttering in the wind, giving the impression of floating wantonly, which was vaguely consistent with the "Wu Dao Deng Feng" painting technique that this painting sage was good at and famous in the history of painting.
But after looking at it for a while, Yuan Huaimin discovered that although Wu Daozi's clothes moved, his whole body standing with his hands behind his back was somewhat distorted, as if the space around him was distorted - Yuan Huaimin
He rubbed his eyes and his face became more horrified.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."
Wu Daozi smiled and waved his hands, his body stopped twisting, the hem of his clothes stopped floating, and the mountain wind could no longer "blow" him again.
The old man continued to put his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes to look at the other side.
He pointed at the golden Buddha head, which was faintly exposed on the cliff on the other side. He smiled at Yuan Huaimin who was sweating and said:
"Sure enough, you can only see it clearly when you get here. Xiao Yuanzi, look, isn't this big Buddha already built? The Buddha's head is golden, but as long as you get far away, it looks like the big Buddha has no head and is not completely completed.
The false appearance - this white mist deception is really boring."
Only then did Yuan Huaimin look sideways and found that the Buddha was indeed completed. Although he had vaguely guessed that the two peaks were suddenly closed before, and when Brother Lianghan and Lady Shi went into retreat, he had roughly guessed it, but now
, to fully confirm this matter.
Yuan Huaimin was staying in Xunyang City before and was really not interested in this giant Buddha.
Soon, he looked away and couldn't help but ask:
"Mr. Wu, was this the same method you used to sneak into Xunyang City before?"
Wu Daozi did not answer and continued:
"I promise you the request you made before. Your cousin and my good friend Ouyang Lianghan will protect you and I will also tell Jianze for you. If I hand it over, it should be fine.
"
Yuan Huaimin lowered his head and said nothing, staring at the floating bronze scroll in front of him.
In the howling mountain wind, although the bronze scroll was fixed in a rough position, the paper was swaying with the wind, like water plants in a stream, with the amplitude of waves.
Yuan Huaimin suddenly discovered that the wavy amplitude of the scroll paper was vaguely the same as the distortion of the air around Mr. Wu. He didn't know whether it was a coincidence or not, so he couldn't help but frown and look at it.
"You want to learn?" Wu Daozi suddenly spoke without looking back. He smiled and said, "I'll teach you."
Yuan Huaimin shook his head like a rattle.
Wu Daozi laughed and said:
"Then don't look too much at it. Your talent for painting is so good. What if you accidentally learn it? If you don't pay me back, I'll ask someone to explain to you."
Yuan Huaimin did not accept the old man's joke and asked cautiously:
"Mr. Wu, besides you, is there anyone else in this painting?"
Wu Daozi blinked and asked jokingly:
"Why, there's only one old man here and you're still not crowded? How many more do you want?"
There was an unspeakable expression on Yuan Huaimin's face.
He actually vaguely guessed what Mr. Wu was going to do. Mr. Wu was not the only one here today. He couldn't tell.
It was because of him that he opened the way for today's major events.
Yuan Huaimin couldn't help but feel like he had gotten into a big trouble, but for some reason, he was quite familiar with this feeling, so he didn't panic too much. Maybe it was because he had gotten into so many troubles before that he had become a professional - he occasionally drank to show off.
When I die, I will look back and wonder, how could one person cause such a big disaster?
However, in Xunyang City for such a long time, it may be because Brother Lianghan is here. Every time he is about to get into trouble, Brother Lianghan will help him, and he feels quite at ease. But this time without Lianghan, he has some feelings that he has not seen for a long time.
Little panic.
Yuan Huaimin confirmed in a low voice again:
"Mr. Wu, are you serious about this? Is there really no one in the painting?"
Wu Daozi shrugged helplessly:
"What are you thinking about? How can a living person enter the painting? It's something that even the heavenly beings in China can't do. Only the immortals in fairy tales can do this kind of thing. Do you really think that I am an immortal?"
"That immortal-sir, you-"
"As I said just now, I am not a living person."
Before Yuan Huaimin could be frightened, Wu Daozi added:
"Of course he's not dead, he's just a bad painter. He painted too many paintings. Why don't he come in and sit in the painting? As for the others, they can't paint, so naturally they can't sit in.
Yuan Huaimin boldly asked:
"Mr. Wu, so what are you going to do, are you the only one? Will there be a little less people——"
"What, you want to help? Young people are quite discerning."
Yuan Huaimin made a sad face: "No, helping hands? It's almost like taking lives————."
At this time, Wu Daozi suddenly turned his head and said something incomprehensible:
"Hey, this white mist has such a use."
Yuan Huaimin followed the old man's gaze with a curious face, turned his head and looked, and found that the bronze shaft suspended in the air had changed.
I saw that the shaft had been silently coated with a layer of green paint, covering the original dark red blood spots on the blood bronze.
Yuan Huaimin was confused: "Is this————rusty?"
Wu Daozi smiled instead of being annoyed, nodded and said:
"Blood bronze is prone to rusting when exposed to water and moisture, and will cover up blood spots. This white mist is aimed at this."
Wu Daozi took out a withered hand from behind, touched the bronze shaft with green rust, and said in a somewhat appreciative tone:
"In this way, not only will the speed of spiritual energy injected into the blood bronze slow down, but also for the blood bronze connected to the Taoyuan Sword Formation, the sword energy of the Cauldron Sword transmitted through the air will also be greatly reduced, or even stagnate directly, destroying the sword formation.
.”
The little old man with squinting eyes said with emotion:
"It seems that there are quite a few smart people in this pseudo-Zhou court."
After saying this, Wu Daozi turned around and asked Yuan Huaimin curiously:
"However, don't they know that Yunmeng Jianze is their ancestor when it comes to the use of blood bronze?"
"Ancestor?"
Yuan Huaimin looked puzzled, and after a while, he asked thoughtfully:
"Mr. Wu, is that Yunmeng Ling also made of blood bronze?"
"You should be careful."
Yuan Huaimin asked again: "Doesn't that mean that all Yunmeng Lings that have entered the range of the twin peaks have become ineffective?"
Wu Daozi asked with great interest: "Do you know what Yunmeng Jianze is trying to do by issuing Yunmeng Ling?"
Yuan Huaimin pondered for a moment and replied:
"According to what Mr. Wu revealed - is it the same as [Han Shi] and the Peach Blossom Spring painting, used for the Peach Blossom Spring Sword Formation? Yunmeng Ling is actually a tripod sword, or a second-class tripod?"
Wu Daozi smiled:
"In Yunmeng Jianze's eyes, Tao Yuanming is an unskilled thief, let alone these guys who have stolen things from thieves now."
After saying this, Wu Daozi looked calm, turned around and walked to the bookcase, took out a blank scroll and spread it out in the air.
This blank scroll is very long. It was originally prepared by Yuan Huaimin to depict the scene of the celebration ceremony, but the old man borrowed it without mercy.
Wu Daozi glanced at the scenery on the other side of the river, held an ink pen in his hand, stood in front of the scroll, and started copying with an interesting expression.
Yuan Huaimin looked over and saw that Mr. Wu was rapidly drawing the rivers and mountains on both sides of the bank.
However, there is no white mist on the peaks of the twin peaks in the painting, and the scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait is clearly visible.