Can I Touch

"Can I touch it?" Chen Jing inquired.

"Of course you can." The old man nodded.

Chen Jing very politely only used two fingers to touch it. Then, he said, "The real Chengxin Hall paper is delicate and smooth. However, due to the loss of technology, the imitation of the Chengxin Hall paper during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty is limited. Therefore, this should be the Chengxin Hall paper."

At this point, he smiled in surprise and said, "Old Sir, let's not talk about the value of this painting. Just this paper alone is quite valuable."

"As an old man who is about to die, I don't care whether it is money or not. However, I feel that this should be a brand new style of painting. Unfortunately, there is very little history left. It is already very difficult to explore more of them. I have also studied this painting for many years. Some friends once said that it has thousands of people and thousands of faces."

"Thousands of people and thousands of faces?"

"Yes, it means that different people may see different things when they look at this painting. Most people will not see anything. Some people will see white cranes, and some people will see a flock of cranes."

"Is it so wonderful?"

"Little friend, what did you see?"

"I..."

When Chen Jing first saw this painting, he really didn't see anything special.

That simple brush stroke that looked like a 'ら looked like a white crane turning its head, but it was most likely a psychological hint.

If he didn't mention the word 'white crane' beforehand, who would think that it was a white crane when they saw this word?

"Let me take a closer look."

Chen Jing said that he was looking at a painting, but in reality, he was looking at the red words that appeared in front of him.

However, apart from the introduction on the Chengxin Hall paper, there was nothing else mentioned in those red words.

He could not help but start looking at the full picture of the painting again.

A two-foot square painting like this was rarely seen in history. Most of them were long scrolls, such as the 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival'.

"White crane, longevity?"

Chen Jing read it softly, but unknowingly, a hook seemed to reach out from the painting. It hooked all of his vision, causing his vision to suddenly become dazed.

Then, a white fog began to rise in all directions. As the scene changed, it was as if he had arrived in a completely unfamiliar space.

Here, it was a vast expanse of whiteness, with clouds and mist everywhere.

There was a ray of light shining through the layers of clouds and mist, which was extremely glaring.

Chen Jing subconsciously closed his eyes.

But when he opened his eyes again, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be standing at an extremely high place.

It was like the peak of a mountain, like a cloud platform. At a glance, in the vast expanse of whiteness, a strong wind was stirring, and a fiery red sun was rising.

Among the clouds, a white crane let out a cry.

It danced among the rainbows.

The sky was flowing with a green light, like a ribbon, drifting for thousands of miles.

In the distance, there was a high platform, 48,000 feet tall, leaning toward the southeast.

Under the high platform, there was also a bright moon rippling in the lake. The surface of the water was like a mirror, like a slow-flowing river of time.

However, just as the eyes were overwhelmed and the chest was filled with vigor, the white crane that was flying in the sky suddenly let out a cry.

The white crane spread its wings and the flowing clouds moved.

It was like an arrow, a rainbow, and a shooting star.

It flew into his arms and turned into a ball of flying snow.

An icy cold feeling surged over. Chen Jing could not help but shiver.

When he opened his eyes again, everything dissipated.

He saw that he was still in his own restaurant.

And the old man was also looking at him with fiery eyes. "What did you see? Little friend, what did you see?"

His tone was very excited because the picture scroll actually moved on its own.

"I..."

Chen Jing only felt that it was strange. He looked around in a daze.

If it was true now, then could the scenes he saw just now all be an illusion?

No, that wasn't right either.

Those scenes were so vivid and shocking. It shouldn't be an illusion.

Moreover, the ice-cold feeling of the white crane flying into his arms was still lingering all over his body.

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

Chen Jing did not know what was so special about this painting, so he told him everything he saw.

"You... You saw so many things? What else? Is there anything else?" the old man asked eagerly.

"I didn't. I just felt my head swell up and my eyes hurt." Chen Jing rubbed his eyes and massaged his temples.

"Think about it carefully. Other than these, did you see anything special?" The old man's face was full of eagerness and desire. He walked over to Chen Jing's side and grabbed his arm.

"I really didn't see anything else." Chen Jing really felt his head swell up and hurt. He felt waves of pain. It was as if something had been forcefully stuffed into his head.

At this moment, the headlights of a car outside the door lit up.

It was a police car.

Three people got out of the car and walked into the shop while chatting and laughing.

Seeing that they had come, the old man let go of Chen Jing's arm and quickly put away the 'White Crane Longevity Painting' on the table.

"Little friend, think carefully. Think carefully again."

"I'm sorry, Old Sir. I really didn't see anything else." Chen Jing's head hurt so much that he couldn't stand, so he could only sit down.

Outside the shop, the first to enter was a man and a woman. As soon as they entered, they shouted, "Ah Jing, didn't you say you went to a party? Why did you come back so early?"

Chen Jing knew from the voice that his parents had returned, so he replied, "I didn't like the follow-up programs, so I came back first."

"This is?" Chen Yiyuan asked when he saw an unfamiliar old man in the shop.

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

The old man said this to Chen Jing. Then, he smiled politely at Chen Yiyuan and his wife, as well as Officer Liu Qisheng, who was following behind them. He nodded to greet them.

Then, without saying anything else, he left.

"Ah Jing, who was he?"

After the old man left, Xu Yanlan asked.

"He said that he is Sister Yuchen's elder. He brought a painting for me to look at."

"A painting?"

An unfamiliar old man brought a painting for Chen Jing to look at?

Chen Yiyuan and Xu Yanlan felt a little baffled. Did this child, Chen Jing, know how to paint?

"Forget it. Let's not talk about it. My head is a little painful. I'm going to sleep first." Chen Jing rubbed his head. When he saw that Liu Qisheng was also there, he greeted him and went into the room.

After entering the room, he directly collapsed on the bed. He felt his head swell up more and more. It was as if it was about to split open.

This situation continued for a few minutes.

Slowly, he felt as if he heard someone speaking. He also felt as if he heard someone reciting scriptures.

The strange thing was that every sentence these people spoke and recited seemed to be deeply engraved in his memory.

It was as if they were carved into the wood.

It was vast and magnificent. It also included some strange symbols and imprints.

After these words were formed, they continuously revolved in his mind.

They were engraved over and over again.

In the end, Chen Jing could not help but read along, "White Crane Longevity Scripture... May I ask if it is longevity? The White Crane Scripture is here..."