I am the county magistrate in Liaozhai

The scholar's name is Meng Longtan, a native of Jiangxi, but a Juren living in the capital.

Because his hometown is far away from the capital, he went to Beijing early to take the exam, but his family was not rich, and when he arrived in the capital, he had very little money left.What's more, the price of goods in the capital is too high, and there is no one to support him, so Meng Longtan wants to find a ruined temple in the suburbs of Beijing to study hard.

Ning Caichen has done this before, which shows that poor students are very persistent in learning.

Just at this time, Meng Longtan got acquainted with Zhu Juren.Zhu Juren was born in Ju Xiaolian, and his family didn't have much money. The two had similar temperaments, so they went to the suburbs of Beijing to find a poor temple to study hard.

But how should I put it, neither of them is a native of the capital, and they lost their way when they entered the mountain. Fortunately, the two of them were well prepared, prepared enough clothes and dry food, and after three days of encouraging each other in the mountain, they actually found it. A Buddhist temple.

The two were overjoyed immediately, and took their things and lived inside.

It was freezing and snowing in the capital that day, Meng Longtan, a southerner who had never seen snow, could hardly bear it. The two found a wing room, probably because few people came, so the smell in the room was not difficult. I heard, and there is a well in the backyard. Although it has been in disrepair for a long time and the wooden barrel is no longer usable, the two of them have repaired it and can barely draw water.

The two of them cleaned up briefly, and then devoted themselves to studying hard.Meng Longtan didn't start cooking steamed buns until he was hungry after reading.

"The snow scene in the mountains is elegant, Brother Zhu is good at painting, why not paint it?"

As soon as Meng Longtan proposed, Zhu Xiaolian was a little moved, but the pen and ink he brought this time were all inferior goods, which might not be worthy of the snow-covered mountains, but if he didn't paint, he felt itchy: "Dashan, Xiaosheng, let's go now." Get your pen and ink."

As soon as Zhu Xiaolian picked up the paintbrush, he immediately began to paint with fascination. After finishing a picture of a snow scene, Meng Longtan immediately praised: "Brother Zhu's brushstrokes are delicate, and the scene generates emotion. He will definitely be able to go to high school next year."

Zhu Xiaolian said happily: "Thank you, brother Meng, for your kind words."

"Brother Zhu's name of calligraphy and painting is well known by many people in Beijing. If Brother Zhu is willing to give up his paintings, Wan Guanyin will not worry about it."

Scholar, talking about money is so vulgar. Zhu Xiaolian is such a person. He would rather tighten his belt to live than rely on selling paintings to make a living. In his opinion, this is an insult to his paintings, so he said solemnly : "In that case, brother Meng, please don't say any more. What is Xiaosheng's little skill? Mr. Wushu's paintings are truly amazing."

Meng Longtan couldn't answer these words. He knew that brother Zhu's spirit was high, but he didn't expect it to be so high. There is no difference in the level of a young master. To be honest, Meng Longtan felt that Brother Zhu even admired his juniors. Can't catch up.

"Brother Meng, why don't you speak?"

It was not frightened by your speech, but Meng Longtan was considerate, and quickly said: "Mr. Wushu is naturally excellent, but just now Xiaosheng was walking around in the courtyard and found that the stone carvings on the shadow wall are quite exquisite. Peerless, not inferior to the famous masters of the world."

When Zhu Xiaolian heard this, he immediately became interested: "Really? Isn't that a great fate?"

After saying that, he put on his shoes and ran out, and soon came to Yingbi.

When they first arrived two days ago, the screen wall was covered with thick frost and snow. Zhu Xiaolian just regarded it as an ordinary stone wall of a mountain temple.Now the ice and snow began to melt, and the pattern of the screen wall was exposed around the corners, Zhu Xiaolian was immediately attracted.

"Brother Meng, this is not only not inferior to the famous masters of the world, it is simply a masterpiece!"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Xiaolian frantically ran to get the hammer, prying open a large block of ice, and now more shadow walls were revealed.

"This is truly a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Brother Meng, have you seen that the hair of the goddess of scattered flowers is so thin that you can see it, and the cloud patterns on it seem to be faintly fluctuating. If I didn't know that it was a mural, I would have thought it was real. People~"

Meng Longtan was also quite amazed, but he was not proficient in calligraphy and painting. After he was astonished, brother Razhu went back to his room to study after repeated studies without success.

When the sun was setting, Meng Longtan came to call Zhu Xiaolian to eat, he couldn't help but said in amazement: "...Brother Zhu, did you remove the ice and snow on the screen wall by yourself?"

Zhu Xiaolian's face was flushed from the cold, and his fingertips were red and swollen, but he couldn't care less about it: "Brother Meng, you don't understand its value."

Meng Longtan: ...I'm afraid there is something wrong with the freezing?

Immediately he felt a little guilty, he knew that he would agree with others, what kind of screen wall did he talk about, it's all right now, his brain is frozen, what should he do next year's meeting.

So he immediately went to pull Zhu Xiaolian, but unexpectedly Zhu Xiaolian stared at the screen wall madly, unwilling to leave at all.

"Brother Zhu, it's getting late, it's not too late to see tomorrow."

"Brother Meng, let go of Xiaosheng, this peerless work, you can enjoy it just by looking at it, don't you feel it?"

Meng Longtan: Sorry, no.

Seeing Meng Longtan's expression, Zhu Xiaolian felt a little dissatisfied on his face, he thought Meng Longtan was his confidant at first, but now it seems that he is just an ordinary person, so he immediately said: "You go to study by yourself, don't worry about me. "

The tone was too harsh, and Meng Longtan was not a fool, so he immediately went back to the room angrily.

But when the afterglow of the sky was about to set, Meng Longtan still couldn't be relieved, there were only the two of them in this ruined temple, if Zhu Xiaolian died of freezing outside, he would not be able to speak clearly even with a hundred mouths.

Hey, I knew he would have entered the mountains alone. When he was in Jiangxi, he had never seen someone who was obsessed with calligraphy and painting to such an extent.

Meng Longtan went out with a thick jacket, holding two warm steamed buns in his hands, but just as he walked to the backyard, the last ray of the setting sun fell into the mountain, and the shadow wall suddenly emitted a faint light.

He stood there in shock, unable to utter a word, only to see an invisible big hand grabbing Brother Zhu who was stroking the screen wall, pulling him into the screen wall in an instant.

Meng Longtan rolled his eyes and passed out.

In the middle of the night, Meng Longtan woke up tremblingly from the cold, and after returning to the house to warm up by the fire for a while, his brain on strike began to think, and then he almost roasted his hands.

There are ghosts on that screen wall!

As a scholar, who has never heard a few supernatural stories, but it was the first time for Meng Longtan to experience it vividly before his eyes. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to move at all. Boldly went to the courtyard, called Brother Zhu's name several times, but there was no one.

Meng Longtan was terrified at that time, so he just ran down the mountain.

But he is from Jiangxi, so he is not familiar with the landscape of the capital. The road is slippery in this snowy day, he walked for a long time, and finally returned to the temple.

After hearing this story, Cheng Jin couldn't help sighing that these two scholars have big hearts, and it's time for the exam. Is the ruined temple outside the city so fragrant?

"So master, where did you put that Juren surnamed Meng?"

Heishan said impatiently: "When he saw my demon fire, he was so frightened that he almost fainted."

"and then?"

"This seat helped him."

Cheng Jin: ...As expected of you, Heilulu.

"If you knock people out in winter, mortals will freeze to death outdoors, master!"

Heishan heard the words, his face became even more impatient: "I can't die from the cold, I put it in the wing room, and I woke up soon, and said these things, please save the scholar surnamed Zhu. I am telling you these things, not to chat with you Scholar."

The county magistrate Cheng immediately followed suit: "Okay, let's talk about Yingbi, did you find anything?"

Knowing that the shadow wall is weird, Heishan certainly studied it carefully. He tried to infiltrate it with demon power, and burned it directly with demon fire, but it was useless.Including the so-called shadow wall cannibalism, he has carefully explored, this shadow wall has no mechanism or secret passage, only a strange power that seems to be absent.

"Weird power? What kind, can you describe it?"

Montenegro thought for a while, then said: "It's out of reach."

Cheng County Magistrate, a tenth-level scholar of Heilu Deer Language, immediately understood: "To put it simply, you can feel it, but you can't grasp it, right?"

Montenegro nodded.

"You said that the green light stripped from Lin Siniang's soul also rushed into the screen wall?"

Montenegro nodded again.

Cheng Jin clapped his hands together: "Then what is painted on that screen wall, can you describe it?"

This has touched the blind spot of Montenegro's knowledge. He can only describe that there are many female statues, clouds flying under his feet, and temples and halls, and there will be no more.

Cheng Jin hesitated, feeling that Hei Lulu was indeed in trouble, and said: "Since that green light rushed into the screen wall, it must be related to Concubine Feng Gui. Do you still remember that Lin Siniang once said that the fairy elder once Living in a Buddhist temple outside the capital, was introduced by Feng Guogong to enter the palace?"

Heishan immediately turned his head: "You mean... no! I want to visit the Buddhist temple again!"

This is not finished yet, why are you in such a hurry.

Cheng Jin hurriedly pulled Yao back: "This is just a guess, besides, the screen wall is weird, if you shoot rashly, you may smash it into pieces, and you won't find any trace of Concubine Feng."

"What do you say he should do?"

"I don't know, but if you let me see the shadow mural, maybe there will be another clue."

Hearing this, Heishan felt a lot of relief between his brows: "This is easy to handle."

So at night, magistrate Cheng joined the night tour team again.

But at this time, Meng Longtan, who had encountered the ghost again last night, was so frightened that he was out of his wits and dared not leave the room at all.

However, he didn't go out, but the sound from outside still came in.

Ahhhhhhh, why did he have to suffer these things, brother Zhu was eaten by the screen wall, a monster came last night, a pair came today, God is going to kill him, Meng Longtan let out a voice of unwillingness.

"what sound?"

Heishan pointed to the inside: "I guess he is awake, do you need me to do it?"

Meng Longtan, who heard the words clearly, was so frightened that his eyes turned black. Is he dying?

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful to scare people to death."

Cheng Jin persuaded Hei Lulu and asked him to light up the entire screen wall with demon fire. With just one look, he understood why Zhu Xiaolian was so obsessed.

This is a picture of a celestial girl thinking about the world, which is composed of three short chapters, the first one is about meeting, the second one is about getting to know each other, and the third one is about the love of a golden armored celestial soldier beating an immortal with a stick.

As a scholar with basic appreciation ability, Cheng Jin cannot deny the exquisiteness of this mural, but to be fair, it is quite strange that this painting appeared in a Buddhist temple.

This scholar surnamed Zhu really has a big heart.