I Can See Probability

"Can I touch it?" Chen Jing asked.

"Of course." The old man nodded.

Chen Jing touched it with only **** politely, and then said: "The real Chengxintang paper is delicate and smooth, but the imitation of the Chengxintang paper during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty was limited due to the loss of technology. , so, this should be the Chengxintang paper."

Speaking of which, he smiled in surprise: "Sir, not to mention the value of this painting, just talking about this paper is quite valuable."

"As the old man is about to die, he doesn't care if he has money or not. But I think this should be a brand new genre of painting, but unfortunately, there are very few historical records, and it is very difficult to explore them more. And this painting, I have also studied for many years, and a friend once said that it has thousands of faces."

"Thousands of people and thousands of faces?"

"Yes, different people may see different things when they look at this painting. Most people will see nothing; some people see white cranes, and some people see groups of cranes. "

"Is it so amazing?"

"Little boy, what did you see?"

"I…"

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

That "ら"-like shorthand looks like a white crane looking back, but most of it is a psychological suggestion.

If the "white crane" was not mentioned beforehand, who would see the word and think it was a white crane?

"I'll take a closer look."

Chen Jing said he was looking at paintings, but he was actually looking at the scarlet letters that appeared in front of him.

But those scarlet letters did not mention anything other than the introduction of the Chengxintang paper.

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

Two-foot-square, square-shaped scrolls like this are rare in history.

"Bai He, longevity?"

Chen Jing said softly, but before he knew it, a hook seemed to stick out from the painting. It caught all his sight, making his eyes suddenly become in a trance.

Then, a white fog began to float in all directions. Between the twists and turns of the picture, it seems to have come to a completely unfamiliar space.

Here, it is white, and there are clouds and mists everywhere.

There was light shining through the cloud layer, which was extremely dazzling.

Chen Jing closed his eyes subconsciously.

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

Like the top of a mountain, like a cloud platform, at a glance, in the white expanse, the wind is blowing, and there is a fiery red sun rising.

In the cloud layer of Miao Miao, there is a white crane chirping.

Dancing among the rainbows.

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

In the distance, there is a vaguely high platform, 48,000 zhang, sloping to 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 as his eyes were dizzying and his mind was full of might, the white crane flying in the sky suddenly chirped.

The white crane spreads its wings and the clouds move.

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

He flew into his arms and turned into a ball of snow.

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

When he opened his eyes again, everything dissipated.

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? Little boy, what did you see?"

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

"I…"

Chen Jing just felt strange and looked around blankly.

If it is true now, is the scene he saw just now an illusion?

No, that's not right either.

Those scenes were so real and shocking, they shouldn't be hallucinations.

And in the end, the coldness that Bai Hefei threw into his arms, he still has a lingering feeling all over his body.

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

Also, because Chen Jing didn't know what the mystery of the painting was, he explained everything he saw.

"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 swollen and my eyes are very painful." Chen Jing rubbed his eyes and pressed his temples.

"Think about it, apart from these, have you seen anything special?" The old man's eagerness and eagerness led him to Chen Jing's side and grabbed his arm.

"I really didn't see anything else." Chen Jing really felt a pain in his head, and he felt a pain in his head. 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.

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

"Little boy, think about it, think about it again."

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

Outside the store, the first people to come in were a man and a woman. When he entered the door, he shouted, "Ajing, didn't you mean the party? Why did you come back so early?"

Chen Jing knew when he heard the voice that his parents were back, UU reading www.uukanshu. com replied: "I don't like the follow-up program very much, so I will come back first."

"Who is this?" Chen Yiyuan asked when he saw a strange old man in the store.

"Since you're not feeling well, let's talk about it next time."

The old man said 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.

"Ajing, who is he?"

After the old man went out, Xu Yanlan asked.

"It was said to be Sister Yuchen's elder and brought a painting to show me."

"a painting?"

A strange old man showed Chen Jing a painting?

Both Chen Yiyuan and Xu Yanlan felt a bit baffled, does Chen Jing know how to draw?

"Forget it, let's not talk about it, my head is a little swollen, so 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 to feel his head swell up. It's like it's about to crack.

This situation continued for several minutes.

Slowly, he seemed to hear someone talking, and he seemed to hear someone chanting.

Strangely, what these people said and recited seemed to be deeply engraved in his memory every time he uttered a sentence.

Three points into the wood.

Mighty and flamboyant. Also includes some weird symbols, Indian style.

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

Burn it over and over again.

In the end, Chen Jing couldn't help but read along: "Bai He's Sutra of Longevity... Dare to ask if it's longevity, Bai He will send the Sutra..."

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