The inner cores of the three statues are carved from high-quality rosewood, and the surface is covered with a layer of rubber made of an unknown material. The value of the wood itself is worth as much as an inch of sandalwood, plus the lifelike figures.
The carving techniques look the same as those of real people at first glance.
Xu Qing walked to the desk and stared intently at the Venerable Jin-Tong in the middle. His appearance gradually overlapped with that of the sloppy old man deep in his memory. It was him, the strange old man who burned yellow paper in the park that night. It was a pity that we would never see each other again.
Heaven and man are separated forever.
For a long time, Xu Qing clasped his palms together and bowed three times to the wooden sculpture of the Golden Eyed Venerable. His eyes couldn't help but feel moist, and he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and turned around.
"Gang leader, please come with me." Wei Damao bowed respectfully and led Xu Qing around the desk to the fireplace burning with dark red flames. Standing here, he could feel the heat hitting his face and entering his nostrils.
The scent in the fireplace became stronger and stronger, it was the scent of sandalwood. He noticed that there were several thumb-thick brown-gray strips in the wood burning in the fireplace. After burning, the ashes turned white, exuding a delicate fragrance.
This wood stick is actually an authentic old sandalwood. It is a luxury to use it to burn incense in the fireplace. No wonder it can emit such a mellow fragrance. There are animal head specimens hanging on the left and right walls of the fireplace, and a horn on the left.
A plump plum deer head, with a grinning wolf head on the right. The two animal heads with completely different temperaments add a mysterious and bloody atmosphere to the entire fireplace and even the room. Strictly speaking, it seems a bit unharmonious, which makes people look a little a bit uncomfortable.
awkward.
Wei Damao stood on tiptoes, stretched out his hand and pulled the plum deer's horns and turned them half a circle in the counterclockwise direction. He heard a crunching sound of gears in the wall, and the wall with the wolf's head opened in response, revealing a cleverly hidden figure.
The light inside is as bright as day, and on each side of the door stands a medieval Western warrior in full armor holding a long-handled axe.
Xu Qing was about to step in, but unexpectedly Wei Damao stretched out his hand and stopped him: "Wait a minute, let me show you some gadgets first." After saying that, he took an arm-thick log from the fireplace and stretched it out with a smile.
Go to the two armored warriors.
Ta! Whoosh!
The armored warrior on the left raised his arms, and the long-handled ax in his hand swung an arc of blue light. Xu Qing only felt a flash in front of his eyes. The log in Wei Damao's hand had been swung into two pieces, and the cuts were smooth and regular.
There is no thorn at all. If it were to be chopped on someone's neck, wouldn't it kill him on the spot?
"It takes forty-eight hours for these two machine warriors to swing their axes once before they can swing them a second time. The speed of these two axes is equivalent to a full-strength strike from the peak warriors of the Earth Realm, and the axes are also stained with several kinds of strange poisons that can seal their throats when they see blood.
, even if a Heaven Realm warrior is scratched, he will definitely die."
As Wei Damao explained, he picked up a longer piece of wood and stretched it out to the warrior on the right. Whoosh! The warrior raised his arms upwards, and the ax blade swept out a blue arc, and the piece of wood was beveled into a trapezoid.
Slope, click! The samurai swung his ax away and stood still in the distance, as if he had never moved.
The two machine warriors standing still were the first gate. After witnessing their thunder and lightning methods, they now seemed to have a more chilling air. Knowing that they would not move for the time being, they still felt a little scared.
Xu Qing grinned, reached out and grabbed a long wooden stick from the fireplace and knocked each of the two machine warriors on the forehead, bang bang! There were two crisp sounds, but there was no movement at all, which made him completely relieved.
Come.
Wei Damao smiled and said: "Gang leader, please wait outside. There are several small mechanisms inside. My subordinates will go in and close them first." As he said this, he strode into the door and only heard a few clicks and whooshes.
A loud roar broke through the air, and after it subsided, Wei Damao's voice came from inside the door: "Gang Leader, you can come in."
Xu Qing responded and stepped into the door. Before entering the door, he first covered his whole body with protective aura. As the saying goes, you can sail a thousand-year ship with caution. The shadows left by your two machine warriors just now are still there.
Walking inside, there is a hall decorated with lights and colorful decorations. Big red lanterns are hung high, red silk brocade reflects the bright hall, and even the ground is covered with a thick red carpet. If you think of this as a wedding hall,
It couldn't be more appropriate. There is a memorial tablet placed on the red lacquered table in the center, as well as a square urn carved from red agate, a small red copper incense burner, and a red copper basin for burning paper at the foot of the table.
, it can be said that there is no joy anywhere.
There is a line of red words written on the spiritual tablet, "Golden Eyes Spiritual Table". It is a very simple five words, without any fancy title, no children, no wives, no wives, no concubines. Behind the spiritual tablet is a mahogany photo frame, with a photo of the Golden Eyes Venerable embedded in it.
, it’s still a black and white photo, but the old man with wrinkles on his face is smiling, and his smile is very kind. The smile seems to burst out from the photo. No matter where you stand in front of the photo frame, he is facing you.
laugh.
"This is the spiritual place and ashes of Venerable Jin Tong. This place was arranged by him during his lifetime. He said that it would be placed here after his death. He also said that marriage is a red wedding and the death is a white wedding. No matter what the red tape is, as long as you are happy,
good."
Venerable Jin Tong was such a person. He even handled things behind his back differently. Xu Qing walked to the table, where tributes and incense had been prepared. He pinched three sticks of incense and lit them.
Jin Tong bowed twice to his shrine, then knelt down on a futon in front of the desk and bowed again.
"Senior Jintong, the boy in the park sees you here!" Xu Qing stood up and poked the incense into the old ashes of the red copper incense burner. He pinched a large stack of ghost coins from the table and lit a few that were put into the table legs.
In the copper basin, he murmured: "Senior, thank you for giving me the Golden Eyes inheritance. Now that I know it, you are my master. You can't rely on this..."
As he thought about it, Xu Qing's eyes became wet unconsciously. He sniffed, reached out to wipe away his tears and looked at the smiling portrait of the Reverend Jin Tong. His pupils suddenly shrank when he looked at it. On the back of the photo frame, there were
Hidden was a thin kraft paper envelope, and in addition to a neatly folded piece of letter paper, there was also a dark key inside the envelope.
This key is about two fingers wide and one and a half inches long. It has irregular serrations on both sides and an oval-shaped perforation at the top. It is dark and it is not clear what kind of metal it is made of. What attracts Xu Qing the most is not this key.
In itself, but because he also has a key exactly like this one!
Xu Qing threw all the money in his hand into the red copper basin, pointed at the photo frame on the table and asked, "Was everything here purchased by the old man before his death?"
Wei Damao on the side nodded and said: "Yes, this was all during the lifetime of Venerable Jin Tong..." He was stuck in his throat mid-sentence, because Xu Qing had already reached out and took the photo frame on the table in his hand.