The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 325: Thoughts turn into thousands, changes in reality and reality

"Like, it's so similar," the stall owner's eyes were full of pride, and he kept comparing himself with the person in the painting, "This person is not ordinary. It's an earth-shattering event, hey, what's his name, I can't remember it."

Chen Zhuo's eyes were gloomy, looking at the people in the painting, looking at the faces that were blurred in memory, the muscles on his cheeks twitched slightly, then he sighed, reached out to take it, wiped the rain foam on it, and gently Passed by lightly.

"His name is Chen Zhuo!"

The stall owner's eyes lit up, he patted his forehead and said suddenly: "Yes, this man's name is Chen Zhuo."

But he soon let out another "huh" and said in surprise, "How do you know?"

Chen Zhuo didn't talk, but counted the people around him and said in a low voice, "This is Mr. Rui, this is Uncle Deng, and Third Sister..."

The old man's eyes widened when he heard this, and then he turned around and took out a few pictures from the pile of books.

Chen Zhuo took a look, his shoulders trembled, his lips were a little white.

But what I saw in the painting was a street scene, and it was also raining lightly. I was holding an umbrella in the rain, and under the umbrella were three distant figures.

"Do you know who these three are?" The old man couldn't help but be excited, his hands were shaking, and he looked eagerly, "I told you that this dream was real, but no one believed it, no one believed me ah."

Chen Zhuo let out a low moan that seemed to be crying or laughing, his eyes were melancholy and complicated, he reached out to take it, and said in a long and relieved voice, "Hehe, it's really fatal."

In his life, his heart was as hard as a stone, he acted ruthlessly and decisively, and he rarely felt emotions in his life, except... these people.

"What's more, I have drawn quite a lot." The old man plunged into the shop, and came out with a pile of sketches in his arms, "Look, I don't have enough drawings for you."

Chen Zhuo took the painting stuffed by the old man, glanced at it, and saw all the familiar figures, he said softly: "Enough."

While he was talking, wind and rain suddenly rolled under the shed, and each picture rose up in the wind and flew between the sky and the earth.

The old man was very distressed, he slapped his thigh, jumped up and said, "Oh, those are all my treasures, they are all my treasures."

Chen Zhuo looked at the paintings flying into the rain, his eyes were flickering, he raised his feet and stepped into the rain, standing on the long street.

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the coolness of the rain between the sky and the earth, and the place where the spirit was hidden between his brows suddenly became bright.

The brilliance is invisible and qualityless, but where it shines, the sky and the earth change easily. The old streets and old houses in the rain, everything changes, the brilliance rippling past, there is no trace of modern architecture in front of you, all return to the ancient style, as if At this moment, the ancient and the modern meet, and the years turn back.

In the originally deserted and quiet rain, I suddenly heard loud shouts, the sweet laughter of orioles and swallows, the sound of musical instruments, and the merchants coming from south to north, making it very lively.

The stall owner stood stunned, then turned around tremblingly when he heard the sound. In the rain, a Lingnan-style building was located in the misty rain atmosphere.

"Master Chen, you are back!"

At the door, an old man with graying beard smiled cheerfully, held the cigarette holder in his hand, and greeted Chen Zhuo.

The stall owner's mouth was dry and he said in a trembling voice: "Jinlou!"

He looked at Chen Zhuo, then at the real building, and rushed in without hesitation. Then he heard bursts of laughter coming from the building: "It's true, it's all true. China and China gather together to unite, and we are together." Life and death, it’s all true.”

The laughter seemed insane.

"Mr. Chen, I remember, you are Mr. Chen!" The old man ran out of the room in a hurry, holding a jug of wine in his hand, his eyes were red, "It's all true!"

Chen Zhuo seemed to be an old monk in meditation, standing with his eyes closed, motionless and silent, like a statue of a god.

It's just his thought that created a wonderful scene along the long street.

At the beginning of the day, it was only limited to a radius of ten or twenty feet, but as it went on, the area expanded until it covered hundreds of feet. Everything in it reproduced the scenes of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. Going, spread out like many mirages, very weird, like a dream.

Passers-by, once entering the mirage, are all lost, and even the memories in their minds are changed and integrated into it, as if they are not in the present, but in the past.

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"Our reporter reported that a supernatural phenomenon occurred in Yingshazui Old Street in this city early yesterday morning. For unknown reasons, many old buildings from the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China suddenly appeared in parts of the area that had been demolished, and the residents inside had no contact with the outside world. Isolated, several rescue and exploration teams have now lost contact, and nearby residents have also evacuated..."

In a noodle shop on a street corner in Foshan, a burly monk with thick beard and big eyes was eating something from his bowl. But after hearing the news on the TV, his eyes widened and he swallowed everything in his mouth. After glancing at the scene on the TV, he stood up unsteadily.

The noodle shop owner was a middle-aged man. Feeling the terrifying pressure from the monk, his face turned pale, and he smiled bitterly and said: "Master, these 32 bowls of noodles are my treat. There is no charge."

On the table, there are already a pile of bowls piled high.

The monk wiped his mouth, with a dark face and thick eyebrows flying sideways, and said in a loud voice: "Boy, your Bagua stick is pretty good. It's strong and soft, and the dough you roll out is strong. It seems that this Foshan martial arts is really good." In my hometown, even a noodle stall owner knows how to do it."

How could a man dare to say anything? He kept laughing. In fact, it was obvious at a glance that the monk in front of him was something special. Not to mention the high bulges in his temples, his physique was extremely majestic. , at least two meters tall at first glance, with tightly closed pores all over his body, and a thick black beard, he must be a top expert from his family.

As soon as he stood up, a ferocious aura could force him to retreat again and again, and the birds and beasts within a radius of tens of meters all ran away without a trace.

Needless to say, such masters must have gone to Japan to participate in the Naraoshizi Martial Arts Conference.

Seeing the monk staring at the TV, the man couldn't help asking: "Master, are you going to see this supernatural phenomenon?"

Unexpectedly, the great monk sneered and said: "What kind of supernatural phenomenon of a bird's egg? This is clearly an illusion created by someone who has thoroughly realized the way of the spirit, and the mind is made of virtual reality. Didn't some people advocate some supernatural powers in the early years, similar to that."

The man at the noodle stall opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Before he could speak, the monk continued with glaring eyes: "However, it looks similar, but the realm is far different. Those special abilities of retrieving objects from the air are like unweaned babies, but this person on TV is It’s unusual; look at the people in the illusion, they are all created out of thin air by that person using his spiritual thoughts, it’s incredible.”

At the end of the sentence, the great monk's face turned from copper to red, and the powerful energy and blood surged in his body. He laughed softly: "I didn't expect that there were people in this world who cultivated the spirit, and could reach such an incredible level; it seems that they are already strong enough to read." Transformation into thousands, from emptiness to reality... If one day, the phantom in this illusion mirror can come out, by then, this person will be in the realm of immortals and Buddhas."

The monk's attire is simple, with monk shoes and white socks, a gray waistcoat, and a pair of old-fashioned bloomers on his legs. The top of his head is clean, and the hair around his head is as messy as wormwood. Now he is very excited, surprised and happy, with both fists. Under the tight grip, the muscles of the whole body squirmed like dough.

"Hehehe, what a surprise, this person's method has a bit of a Buddhist shadow, I want to see who it is."

After that, he strode into the rain.

(End of this chapter)