Chen Xiangmei blurted out: "Isn't this painting about Taoist Zhacha Zhacha?"
Mi Hui nodded: "Yeah, yeah."
Chen Xiangmei asked: "Why are you painting the three of them if you have nothing to do? Are you sketching?"
Mi Hui said: "No. Director Hou is very interested in these three great masters and asked me to collect more information about them."
Chen Xiangmei understood. Mi Hui was Hou Yixuan's first assistant. Now that the troika of Ouyang Hai, Li Dahua and Zhan Zhanzhi were showing their talents, Director Hou naturally admired the three of them and wanted to recruit them.
Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui are both young girls, and it is easy to become best friends who talk about everything. Early that morning, Qin Xiao sent someone to bring breakfast to Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui. This was also a sign of the start of work today. The food was daily and rich.
, a plate of peanuts mixed with dried fragrant seeds, a plate of Fujian meat floss, a plate of fried shrimps and vegetables, and a few shredded radish sesame cakes.
After Mi Hui finished eating, she picked up her drawing board and rushed to the mines in the Centipede Mountains.
Chen Xiangmei had nothing to do and was reluctant to leave Mi Hui, so she simply followed her.
Now when going to the Centipede Mountains, all you need to do is gather at the construction site post station in Laixi. The time is greatly shortened, and it is more convenient to come and go. By the time you get to the post station, almost everyone has arrived.
Ouyang Hai's wife Chen Liqing also arrived. After breakfast every day, Chen Liqing rushed to the Centipede Mountains to translate the Buddhist scriptures in the mines and the Turtle Mountain Altar. Today Chen Liqing put on light makeup, a simple butterfly bun on her head, and emeralds hanging on her ears.
Autumn leaves ring. The lips are painted with light pink lip gloss, and the curled eyelashes are flickering. On the wrist of the left hand is a string of Nanhong Eighteen Arhats, which shines dazzlingly in the sun. The high and narrow nose bridge is delicate and indifferent.
.Biting her almost bloodless lips, Xixue's face showed a bit of paleness and indifference.
Martial arts master Ouyang Hai has always maintained a default attitude toward his wife Chen Liqing's recitation of sutras and worship of Buddhism. He feels that the couple is overflowing with joy by playing jade to attract the phoenix and Xiao Shi riding the dragon. Over the years, there have been butterflies among the flowers and two mandarin ducks at the bottom of the leaves.
My daughter Ouyang Lan is not young anymore. Life cannot be said to be unsatisfactory, and husband and wife cannot be said to be disharmonious. But Buddhism is always a secluded theory. When applied to ordinary people, it is somewhat immoral. But the wife is obsessed with this, so
Nothing to say.
Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui arrived at the Huiqi Laixi Construction Site Station, except that Zhanzhi and Lu Qingqiu were not present. Now Zhanzhi and Lu Qingqiu are the souls of the mining team and cannot be separated from each other. They are so busy that they are turning the sun and the moon upside down. Everyone is waiting.
, sitting in the wooden shed talking about the mountains and killing time.
While we were chatting happily, a red flare rose in the sky outside the window, like a shooting star, streaking across the Centipede Mountains.
Zuo Yintang took a look and said hurriedly: "Taoist Master Zha and Xiangu Lu are summoning us."
Zhazhang Zhi and Lu Qingqiu were already in the Feipu Liuquan mine. No one asked any questions and immediately set off towards the Centipede Mountain Range. Captain Zuo Yintang led the way, and when they arrived at Feipu Liuquan, they entered the mine and drove straight in. After seven
Twelve giant toad pond eyes lead to the Longmen Sluice. The interior has been renovated and driftwood mats have been placed in the pool. The sluice has also been re-excavated. The waterfall has become much softer and the sound of the water is harmonious and pleasant. The thirty-six sea dragon fish
, has now been hooked out of the pool by craftsmen and hung on both sides of the cave wall. Within a few days, it has shrunk and weathered, turning into pieces of fish skin. Under the leadership of Zuo Yintang, everyone jumped onto the sluice gate from the floating mat on the pool.
, behind the sluice is the other half of the pool. Probably there is a backflow structure under the sluice, so the cycle goes back and forth. Those sea dragon fish jumped over and over the sluice before they were alive, and their lives are endless and their movements are endless.
Past the pool is an ancient road, dark and dim, with lamp stands embedded on both walls, and the fire is bright. A high threshold, long steps one after another, a majestic hall, one floor after another.
It is displayed in front of you. No one can tell how many suns have risen and moons have set, but everyone knows that there is an ancient tribe that once lived in this square palace. The owner and his people, day and night, as promised
Gaze at every corner of the palace, because every inch of land is filled with their energy and hard work. Certainly, they have also seen the openness of the mountains and the vastness of the water, the lights of other people in the alleys, and the sadness of Hu Ma's neighing wind.
, they have seen the heroism of looking up to the sky and roaring. But in the end, they stayed here alone, listening to the evening drums and morning bells day after day, the cycle of the sun and the moon, and accepting the casual visits of ordinary people today.
An arch blocked the way ahead. Zhan Zhanzhi and Lu Qingqiu stood beside the arch, with flowing green clothes and smiles on their faces, as if they were enjoying the scenery here.
Zhan Zhanzhi nodded and said with a smile, "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Everyone had already been shocked by the majesty of the palace in the mountain. They followed a pair of Taoist priests and entered the arch. No one knew what the palace was used for. It seemed like a building from a long time ago. Mi Hui looked carefully at the painted runes on the stone wall.
But he didn’t recognize a single word, and couldn’t understand a single painting. After looking at it for a long time, it seemed to be ethereal and misty, giving rise to hallucinations. The ink and fiery red complemented each other. The splendid grotto palace, the red carpet inlaid with gold silk was spread from the palace to the
At the entrance of the palace, neatly arranged guards lined up respectfully on both sides. They were stern and majestic. On the golden pillars, ink dragons danced, almost coming out of the air, dominating the world, unstoppable. On the ink pillars, phoenixes flew together, lifelike, hovering above them, looking proudly.
The common people. The bells and drums are roaring, and the heaven and earth are happy.
Chen Zhinian picked up the oil lamp and looked around. He looked at it thoughtfully for a long time. He seemed to be mumbling something, and he was already translating the scriptures without any distractions.
The excavation work of the Centipede Mountain Range mines has begun in full swing. The unnamed ores mined have made Zhan Zhi and Lu Qingqiu rack their brains. This is not because it is difficult to decompose and refine, but because it requires the Centipede Mountain Range mines.
Only after deciphering the rune murals did we know the specific types and uses of these ores.
What interests Lu Qingqiu the most is the jars of veritable aged wine in the ruins. What does the ancient wine brewed by the ancestors of the ancient city taste like? Captain Zuo Yintang led the craftsmen and opened one of the wines.
Jar. The mouth of the wine jar was tied with burlap with plant strips. There was only about two taels of milky white liquid in the jar that looked like wine but not wine. It did not have a particularly strong taste. However, the few wine roots left in the jar were still
This fully demonstrates the strength of the ancestors of the ancient city at that time. Wine was brewed from grain, indicating that there were enough grains at that time. This also laid a solid foundation for the further prosperity and development of the tribe.
At this time, the alchemy room of Zhan Zhanzhi and Lu Qingqiu immediately turned into a brewing workshop. The pair of immortal couples first began to refine and decompose the few remaining wine roots in the jar to see what materials the ancients used to make wine and what the process was like.
Kind of.
Who said you can't have your cake and eat it too? The mining team took a two-pronged approach, excavating mineral deposits and cleaning up the ruins at the same time. The manpower seemed to be stretched for a while. Captain Zuo Yintang was anxious and had no choice but to ask Chen Xiangmei and Mi Hui to help clean up the ruins. Chen Xiangmei and
Mi Hui heard that the mines had to be cleaned up. It was a strange thing that happened every year, but not as much as this year. Does a mine tunnel deserve such a big fanfare? When she walked into the Centipede Mountain Grottoes, she discovered that the mine tunnels are crisscrossed and can be compared to a bustling road.
The city is busy. Moreover, the silt in the cave has been deposited for hundreds of millions of years. It is as hard as iron and cannot be penetrated by a knife or ax. It has made the two girls so tired that their backs and legs ached, and the soles of their feet were blistered. As the cleaning progressed, the rune paintings became more and more visible.
They are becoming more and more abundant. They are of different sizes, scattered up and down, and densely layered. There are graceful Buddha statues, exquisite Guanyin, and an Arhat with a murderous face. They are lifelike and graceful. The exquisite composition and gorgeous colors are like the achievements of gods and ghosts.
A Buddhist world filled with the atmosphere of the afterlife emerged.