Ghost Blowing Lantern II

Although there is no key in the gold box, there is a "brush" hidden in it. However, it is not a brush used for ordinary writing. It should be a large brush used for painting splash-ink landscapes. Based on the principle of seeing is believing, I ask everyone not to use it. If you are confused again, you should believe your own eyes: "This is just a brush, not anything else."

Sun Jiuye scratched his bald head, shook his head and said: "There is a writing brush hidden in the golden box of the stone coffin. What kind of riddle is this? Why did Captain Feng say in his suicide note that it was used to open the ancient immortals of the earth?" The key to the tomb door? Could it be that the mountain-viewing acupoints handed down from his ancestors were also fake? Or did he deliberately mislead others before he died? Now my mind is a little lost, and it seems it’s time to retire."

Shirley Yang said: "I think Captain Feng is a man who speaks well and will never use it to deceive people. If this thing is just a brush that has nothing to do with the ancient tomb of Dixian Village, he has another chance to deceive us." What’s the significance? There are many incredible things in Guanshan Zhimifu, most of which are difficult for ordinary people to fathom. Perhaps this brush is the key to opening the door to the ancient tomb..."

While talking, Shirley Yang took out the brush from the gold box and looked at it carefully. The barrel of the brush was not made of bamboo, but was made of pure gold. There were two lines of words engraved on the gold barrel. She read each word: "Guanshan Magic Pen, Drawing the ground as a door... What does this mean? Do you use this pen to draw a door on the ground to pass through? How is it possible..."

The fat man suddenly thought of something: "Hey... I seem to have heard of this before. If there is a magic pen, anything you draw can become real. If you draw a road, you can go up a mountain. If you draw a bamboo ladder, you can climb a wall. , but I really can’t remember it clearly...Which ancient tomb did I see it when I was fighting upside down? Do you still remember it, Lao Hu?"

I said Commander Wang, you are confused, but maybe you love our cause too much, otherwise how could you think of fighting against us? I remember very clearly the story of using the magic pen to draw a ladder to climb the wall. It was either a short story book or a cartoon called "Ma Liang with the Magic Pen". This story is quite old and is not much younger than me.

The fat man said hurriedly: "Yes, that's right. Is this what Guanshan Magic Pen means? Let us draw a tomb door wherever we see fit, and then push the door open and go in. Based on the rich experience that the fat man has accumulated in his half life Judging from the experience of struggle... We will probably let the militiamen of Dixian Village beat us again. It is simply an insult to our IQ. Can anyone enter the door drawn with a pen? "

Shirley Yang didn't know what we were talking about, so she asked me: "How do you say it? That thing about the magic brush painting... did it really happen in ancient times?"

I smiled bitterly and said that was not an incident at all. It was a fairy tale created in China in the 1950s. It said that there was a child from a poor family named Ma Liang. He had an artistic talent since he was a child. Instead of just herding cows, he was particularly passionate about art creation. , although he has never been to school for a day, the teachers at the Academy of Fine Arts are not as good at painting as he is, and he has a habit of painting wherever he goes, regardless of occasion or location.

His only dream was to have a pen of his own, but one night, an old man with a white beard appeared out of nowhere. The old man gave him a paintbrush and asked him to paint whatever he wanted. From then on, Ma Liang Use this pen to draw.

Unexpectedly, this pen turned out to be a magic pen, and everything it drew could become real. A crane would soar into the sky immediately, and a plowing cow would be able to pull a plow immediately. Later, the ruling class that oppressed the working people learned about this. When something happened, he caught Ma Liang and put him in prison. At night, Ma Liang drew a door in the cell. When he pushed it, the door opened. He drew a ladder and successfully climbed over the wall to escape. .

Finally, he was caught in the palace and drew a gold mountain for the emperor. In front of the mountain was a vast ocean. The emperor and ministers and other bad guys sat in the treasure ship painted by Ma Liang to go to Jinshan to carry gold. However, Ma Liang secretly painted a storm. The treasure ship was capsized and all the bad guys were drowned in the sea.

The magic pen Ma Liang wiped out the emperor who exploited the people, and returned to the people with the magic pen to draw pictures for the poor people. His story was the favorite story of the children in the 1950s and 1960s. There are similar stories. The secret of the treasure gourd and so on, but why did we like this story as children? I don’t know about others. Anyway, when Fatty and I were seven or eight years old, our consciousness was still very low. We imagined all day long that we could have such a magic pen and that we could draw ourselves cream popsicles and eat as much as we wanted. They also all agreed that Ma Liang's magic pen is more useful than Baogulu. Because I imagined it deeply for a long time, I still remember it clearly until now.

Shirley Yang smiled and said: "It seems that you were already very ambitious when you were a child, but is this mountain-viewing pen the same as the story you just told? Can it really draw the door of the ancient tomb in Dixian Village?"

Sun Jiuye snorted at this: "It's ridiculous, it's too ridiculous. We are here to look for ancient tombs. We can't play the piano anymore. We need to come up with more constructive ideas. I'll see if this Guanshan Magic Pen can do anything. Is there a mezzanine? Maybe there is a key hidden inside the pen holder."

I picked up the gold box and the magic pen and looked at it several times. The gold pen was hollow and had no laminated mechanism. However, I found that there seemed to be another mystery on the gold box. The hollow patterns on the box were in the style of the Ming Dynasty, with mountains and flowing water and The figure, as a whole, is a high mountain like a stone screen, with dense forests in the valley below the mountain. There is also an immortal painting on a large mountain between two stone screens. The figure drawn by the immortal seems to be a gate.

I saw that there is a vision of flying swallows forming a bridge on the mountains and rivers in the gold box pattern, which is very similar to the temperament in front of the "Haunting Platform". If the tomb door is at the bottom of this canyon, it also corresponds to what I said before - Dixian Village The ancient tomb must not be too far away from the "Coffin Gorge" where the wind and energy are stored. "Guanshan Zhimi Fu" is full of weird and bizarre thoughts, most of which cannot be understood through conventional thinking. Maybe there is a place in the canyon. What's so special about it is that it's not known that you can really draw mountains and open roads with that magic pen.

I thought to myself that the next step was to find a place without dead bodies so that I could use the "Guixu Divination Mirror" to understand the mystery of the ancient tomb. It was useless to stay in the hanging coffin tomb and think about it at this time. Why not go to the bottom of the canyon and kill two birds with one stone? As long as you visit the place and try it, you will know whether the magic brush painting door is real or fake.

I made up my mind, collected the Golden Box Magic Pen together, and asked everyone to prepare to find a path down the mountain. Professor Sun pointed at the ape in Naba Mountain and asked me: "What should I do with this guy? Wouldn't it be pitiful for its owner to die and live alone in the barren mountains?" How about I take it back to Beijing?"

I pondered for a moment and told Professor Sun that this idea was not feasible. It is no longer feasible now. How can we take wild animals on the road? There is no way to keep it at home, and this Bashan ape has been wandering nearby for ten years, which shows that it loves its owner very much. As the saying goes, "The elk returns to the mountains, and the unicorn gives it to the Ge Yi." The deep mountains and old forests are its final destination. , just let it be.

After some persuasion, Professor Sun finally gave up on his unrealistic idea. Everyone watched the Naba Mountain ape climbing the cliff and disappearing into the clouds, and then they set off.

The cave tomb is not far from the bottom of the valley, and is connected by a bird passage built into the wall. It goes down from the cliff through the clouds, and the rushing rapids roar through the mountain. Being here is like being in a mountain thousands of feet above sea level. Deep in the crack, the sky more than a thousand meters above the head was intermittently visible, and it was only vaguely visible, as if it had entered a completely isolated area.

The terrain at the bottom of the canyon is relatively open, which is completely different from the middle of the canyon. Although the steep cliffs above are narrow, the sides of the river at the base of the mountain are deeply sunken inward. The edges of the river bed are full of smooth mirror-like pebbles, and there are gaps in the rocks. There are many weeds, wild flowers, and many strange tree species that cannot be named.

There is no sunshine all year round here, and the water mist is diffuse, making the nearby plants extremely gloomy. Coupled with the hot and humid weather, it is easy to make people feel inexplicably restless.

I searched for a while based on the scene described in the gold box, and saw a fork in the canyon. Inside was a dry bluestone river. It wasn't very deep before I reached the end. It was a waterfall embedded in the mountains. However, the waterfall had either changed its course or dried up. There was no water source anymore, and there was only a slippery cliff in front of us.

Before the waterfall dried up, this mountain wall had been washed away for thousands of years. It was as smooth and clean as a stone mirror. There were five thick old trees in front of the wall. The patterns are very similar. The immortal painted the door with a magical pen, which should be the rock wall at the Wushui Falls.

But the mountain in front of us is completely integrated, without any trace of artificial modification. Can we just draw a door on it with a brush and enter? No matter how you think about it, it is impossible, unless the mountain-viewing magic pen is really a "magic pen" that can depict miracles.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion. Who would be stupid enough to go to the mountain with a pen to draw doors and open roads? If people find out about it back home, won't his reputation as "Captain Touching Gold" become a laughing stock?

I thought for a while and said to the fat man: "When you were in the military nursery, our aunt had already noticed that you had artistic talent. Other children who wet the bed were just peeing in a tasteless way. Only Commander Wang, you are today." Pee on a big train and tomorrow on a big ship. You don’t bring the same thing every day. It’s really admirable. In the past two years, I think you have the potential to be a Picasso. How about... you go over and draw the gate for us. How about enjoying it?" (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)