I Can See Probability

Can I touch it? Chen Jing asked.

Of course. The old man nodded.

Chen Jing only touched it with two fingers very politely, and then said: The real Chengxintang paper is delicate and smooth, but the imitation of Chengxintang paper in the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, because of the loss of technology, the degree of imitation is also limited. , so, this should be the Chengxintang Paper.

Speaking of this, he smiled in surprise: Old man, let alone the value of this painting, just this paper is quite valuable.

With a dying body, I don't care about money or not. It's just that I think this should be a brand new genre of painting. Unfortunately, there are very few historical records, and it is already very difficult to explore them more. And this painting, I have also studied it for many years, and some friends once said that it has thousands of faces.

Thousands of faces?

Yes, different people may see different things when looking at this painting. Most people will see nothing; some people see the white crane, and some people see the crane group.

Is it so wonderful?

Kid, what did you see again?

I……

When Chen Jing saw this painting for the first time, he really didn't see any tricks.

That touch of ら-like simple strokes looks like Baihe looking back, but most of them are also psychological hints.

If White Crane was not mentioned beforehand, who would think it was Bai He when they saw this word?

I'll take a closer look.

Chen Jing said he was looking at the painting, but in fact he was looking at the scarlet letters floating in front of his eyes.

But those scarlet letters didn't mention anything other than Chengxintang Paper's introduction.

Involuntarily, he also began to look at the whole picture scroll.

Two feet square, similar to this kind of boxy picture scroll, is also rare in history, and most of them are long scrolls, such as Along the River During the Qingming Festival.

Baihe, longevity?

Chen Jing read it softly, but unknowingly, a hook seemed to protrude from the painting. All his eyes were hooked, and his eyes suddenly became in a trance.

Then, a white mist began to float in all directions. When the picture is twisted, it seems to have come to a completely strange space.

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

There is light shining from the cloud layer, which is extremely dazzling.

Chen Jing closed his eyes subconsciously.

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

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

In the thick clouds, there are white cranes chirping.

Dancing among the rainbows.

There is a blue streamer flowing in the sky, like a ribbon, floating thousands of miles away.

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

Under the high platform, there is also a bright moon rippling in the lake, and the water surface is like a mirror, like a long river of time flowing slowly.

But just when he was dizzy and his heart was full of vigor, the white crane flying in the sky suddenly came chirping.

The white crane spreads its wings, and the flowing clouds move.

Like a arrow, like a rainbow, like a shooting star.

Flying into his arms, it turned into a cloud of flying snow.

The cold feeling rolled over, and Chen Jing couldn't help shivering.

When I opened my eyes again, everything disappeared.

I saw that I was still in my own restaurant.

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

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

I……

Chen Jing just felt strange, and looked around blankly.

If the present is real, then the scenes he saw just now were all hallucinations?

Do not,

Not right.

That scene was so real and shocking, it shouldn't be an illusion.

And in the end, he still felt the coldness of Bai He flying into his arms.

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

It was also because Chen Jing didn't know what the mystery of the painting was, so he told all the things he saw in detail.

You...you saw 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 hurting. Chen Jing rubbed his eyes and pressed his temples.

Think about it, besides these, have you seen anything special? The old man walked up to Chen Jing with eagerness and longing, and grabbed his arm.

I really didn't see anything else. Chen Jing really felt a pain in his head, intermittently. It was as if something had been forced into it.

At this moment, a car light came on outside the door.

It's a police car.

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

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

Little friend, think about it carefully, and think about it again.

Sorry, old man, I really didn't see anything else. Chen Jing couldn't stand up because of the headache, so he had to sit down.

Outside the store, the first ones to come in were a man and a woman. When I entered the door, I shouted: Ah Jing, didn't you mean a party? Why did you come back so early?

Chen Jing knew from the sound that his parents were back, so he replied, I don't like the follow-up program very much, so I'll be back first.

Who is this? Chen Yiyuan looked at a strange old man in the store and asked.

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

The old man said something to Chen Jing, then smiled politely at Chen Yiyuan and his wife and police officer Liu Qisheng who was following behind, and nodded in greeting.

Then he left without saying anything.

Ah Jing, who is he?

After the old man went out, Xu Yanlan asked.

It's Yuchen's elder sister who showed me a painting.

A picture?

A strange old man showed Chen Jing a painting?

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

Forget it, let's not talk about it, my head is a little swollen, I'm going 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 his head getting bigger and bigger. It looks like it's about to split.

This situation lasted for several minutes.

Gradually, he seemed to hear someone talking, and also seemed to hear someone chanting sutras.

The strange thing is that every sentence these people said and recited seems to be deeply engraved in his memory.

It's like penetrating three-pointers.

Vigorously, eloquently. Also includes some strange symbols, Indian style.

After these characters were formed, they kept circling in his mind.

Burn over and over again.

At the end, Chen Jing couldn't help but read along: The White Crane Sutra of Longevity...Dare to ask if there is longevity, the white crane is here to send the sutra...