The wife died mysteriously, and the husband found a relic landscape map
The moonlight is hazy over the quiet hamlet. Li Xiucai of Lijiazhuang sat on a stone bench in front of his house, holding a jade bracelet tightly in his hand, which was his wife's favorite ornament during her lifetime. His eyes were hollow, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow and doubt. Just last night, his gentle and virtuous wife died suddenly and mysteriously, which shrouded the entire Li Jiazhuang in a strange atmosphere.
Li Xiucai's wife's name is Wan'er, and she is a gentle woman. The two are childhood sweethearts and have a deep relationship. Since she got married, Wan'er has been Li Xiucai's virtuous helper, she is diligent and thrifty, filial to her in-laws, and is deeply loved by her neighbors. However, such a good woman left him overnight, which made it difficult for Li Xiucai to accept.
On the day of the incident, Li Xiucai went out to meet friends, leaving Wan'er at home alone. When he returned, he saw that the lights in the house were bright, but Wan'er was nowhere to be seen. His heart tightened, and he hurriedly ran into the inner room, only to see Wan'er lying on the bed, her face pale and no longer breathless. Li Xiucai was grief-stricken, he looked around, but found nothing unusual. There are no obvious scars on Wan'er's body, and there is no sign of the home being turned over. This made Li Xiucai feel very confused, he really couldn't understand how Wan'er died.
In addition to grief, Li Xiucai began to sort out Wan'er's relics. He stroked the familiar objects one by one, and endless thoughts welled up in his heart. Suddenly, his gaze fell on a landscape map. This painting was Wan'er's favorite work during her lifetime, and she often sat alone in front of the window, quietly admiring the beautiful scenery of the landscape in the painting. Li Xiucai remembered that this painting was one of the dowries that Wan'er brought from her mother's family, and she regarded it as a treasure and never showed it easily.
Li Xiucai gently unfolded the scroll, and saw that the mountains and rivers in the painting were intertwined, and the clouds and mist were shrouded, like a fairyland on earth. He was looking at every detail of the painting, and suddenly, he noticed a strange phenomenon. On one of the peaks of a mountain in the painting, there seems to be a small pattern hidden. He took a closer look and saw that it was a gossip pattern, surrounded by some strange symbols.
Li Xiucai's heart moved, and he remembered that Wan'er had mentioned some mysterious legends about this painting before her death. It is said that this painting is not an ordinary thing, but a magic artifact with magical powers. Wan'er once told him that the painting was a treasure handed down from her ancestors, and it was said to be able to bless the family and ward off evil spirits. However, Wan'er never elaborated on the origin and usage of the painting, only cherishing it as a precious work of art.
The more Li Xiucai thought about it, the more strange he felt, and he decided to ask the old Taoist priest in the village to take a look at the painting. The old Taoist priest is a master in the village, proficient in the art of yin and yang, and has unique opinions on all kinds of strange things. Li Xiucai took the painting to the old Taoist priest's residence and asked him about the secrets of the painting.
The old Taoist priest took the scroll, looked at it carefully, and then frowned, as if thinking about something. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "This painting is indeed extraordinary, it is undoubtedly a magic weapon. The gossip patterns and bizarre symbols in the painting are all left by Taoist secret techniques. However, I don't know the specific purpose or origin of this painting. But one thing is for sure, the painting is inextricably linked to Wan'er's passing. ”
Li Xiucai was frightened when he heard this, and he hurriedly asked, "Old Taoist, can you see how Wan'er passed away, is it related to this painting?"
The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed: "The reason for Wan'er's death, I can't be sure for the time being. But what I know for sure is that there is a huge secret hidden behind this painting. Perhaps, by unlocking this secret, you can find the truth about Wan'er's death. ”
Li Xiucai's heart was full of doubts and uneasiness, and he decided to continue to trace the origin and purpose of the painting in order to uncover the truth about Wan'er's death. He believes that as long as he doesn't give up, he will be able to find an answer one day and get justice for Wan'er.
As the night deepened, Li Xiucai said goodbye to the old Taoist priest and returned home with the mysterious landscape map. He sat in front of the window, looking out at the moonlight, his heart full of endless thoughts. He knew that the road ahead would be full of hardships and dangers, but he was ready and willing to give everything for Wan'er.
In the days that followed, Li Xiucai began to run around, looking for clues about this landscape map. He visited Wan'er's maiden home and asked the elders in the family, but he didn't get any useful information. He also went to the nearby ancient temples and temples to ask for advice from senior monks and Taoists, hoping to get some enlightenment. However, no matter how hard he tried, he was never able to uncover the secret of the painting.
Just when Li Xiucai felt hopeless, he suddenly received a mysterious letter. The letter reads: "If you want to solve the mystery of the landscape map, you need to go to the top of Nanshan. Li Xiucai's heart moved, and he realized that this might be an important clue. So, he decided to go to Nanshan Mountain to find the secret hidden on the top of the mountain.
The South Mountain is towering into the clouds, and the mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk. Li Xiucai carried his luggage and climbed with difficulty. After a lot of hardship, he finally reached the top of the mountain. I saw that on the top of the mountain, there was an ancient temple, and in front of the temple stood a stone tablet, on which some strange words and patterns were engraved.
Li Xiucai walked into the temple and saw a statue of a god enshrined in the temple, and the statue had a kind face, as if looking at him with a smile. His heart moved, and he slowly unfolded the landscape map in his hand and placed it on the offering table in front of the statue.
At this moment, a strange sound suddenly sounded in the temple, as if a wind was blowing and water was flowing. Li Xiucai looked around in surprise, only to see that the candlelight around the statue suddenly became brighter, illuminating the entire temple as if it were day.
Then, he was surprised to find that the landscape in the painting began to flow slowly, as if it had become a real painting. The mountain peaks are towering, the clouds are shrouded in mist, the streams are murmuring, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, everything seems so vivid and realistic.
Li Xiucai was deeply attracted by the scene in front of him, as if he was in the world of the painting, feeling the tranquility and beauty. However, at this moment, he suddenly saw a vague figure appear on one of the mountain peaks in the painting.
The figure gradually became clear, it turned out to be a woman, and her face was exactly the same as Wan'er. Li Xiucai exclaimed in surprise and wanted to step forward to hug her, but found that he couldn't move.
Wan'er looked at him with a smile in the painting, and said softly, "Husband, you are finally here." Her voice was soft and ethereal, as if from a distant sky.
Li Xiucai burst into tears, he choked up and asked, "Wan'er, where did you go, why did you die mysteriously?"
Wan'er sighed softly and said, "Husband, in fact, I am not a mortal, but the painting spirit in this landscape picture. I was trapped in the painting by an accident and couldn't get out. It wasn't until I met you that I found an opportunity to break away from the painting. ”
Li Xiucai was dumbfounded when he heard this, and he asked in disbelief, "Then why did you die mysteriously?"
Wan'er sighed, "I originally planned to spend my life with you, however, my existence has attracted the covetousness of some evil people. They want to take the painting and use my power to do evil. In order to protect you and the peace of the village, I chose to fight them. Eventually, I used all my strength to push them back. However, I was also seriously injured and could no longer be sustained. ”
After listening to Wan'er's account, Li Xiucai's heart was full of grief and anger. He held Wan'er's hand tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Wan'er smiled and comforted: "Husband, you don't have to be sad. Although I have left this world, my soul will still watch over you. This landscape is what I left you with, and it will accompany you through every day and night. ”
After speaking, Wan'er's figure gradually blurred, and finally disappeared into the painting. Li Xiucai stood in place, his heart full of endless thoughts and feelings.
Since then, Li Xiucai has regarded this landscape as a treasure, and will carefully view and maintain it every day. He believes that Wan'er's soul still exists in the painting, accompanying him. And he will also inherit Wan'er's legacy and protect the peace and harmony of the village.
As the years go by, Li Xiucai is gradually getting old, but his heart is still full of thoughts and love for Wan'er. Whenever he sat alone in front of the window and admired the landscape picture, he seemed to be able to feel Wan'er's tenderness and companionship. He knew that although their love spanned life and death, it could still last forever. Time flies, and Li Xiucai has become more and more calm and wise in the baptism of the years. He told Wan'er's story to his children and grandchildren, so that they would remember this virtuous woman and the sacrifices she made for the peace of the village.
Whenever his children and grandchildren gathered around him and listened to him tell the legendary story, Li Xiucai would always gently caress the landscape map, and his eyes flashed with determination. He told them that this painting was not only a magic artifact, but also the most precious relic left to him by Wan'er, and a testimony of eternal love between him and Wan'er.
As the years passed, Lijiazhuang became more and more prosperous under the leadership of Li Xiucai. The villagers live in harmony and help each other and live a peaceful and happy life. And Li Xiucai always kept Wan'er's entrustment in mind, and used his wisdom and strength to guard the peace of the village.
However, on a stormy night, Lijiazhuang was suddenly attacked by a group of unidentified men in black. Armed with sharp blades, they broke into the village viciously, killing people and robbing things when they saw them. The villagers panicked and fled in all directions.
Li Xiucai rushed to hear the news, he held a stick and stood bravely in front of the man in black. His eyes widened angrily, and he shouted: "You villains, you dare to do evil in my Li Jiazhuang, I will never let you go!"
Seeing that Li Xiucai was old and frail, but dared to stand up alone to confront them, the man in black couldn't help but sneer, and slashed with a knife. Li Xiucai was agile, dodged the attack of the man in black, and took the opportunity to fight back. However, after all, he was old and physically exhausted, and he was soon besieged by the men in black.
Just when Li Xiucai's life was hanging by a thread, suddenly a golden light shot down from the sky and shone on the bodies of those people in black. The man in black suddenly felt a strong dizziness, and the sharp blade in his hand fell to the ground. They looked at Li Xiucai in front of them in horror, only to see that his body exuded a majestic and mysterious aura.
It turned out that it was Wan'er's soul that appeared at a critical moment. She felt Li Xiucai's danger, so she used the power of the landscape map to descend on Li Xiucai's side to protect him from harm.
Seeing this, the men in black knew that they had met a master, and they were so frightened that they fled. Li Xiucai looked at Wan'er's soul gratefully, and her heart was full of gratitude and respect.
Since then, Lijiazhuang has never been harassed by foreign enemies. The villagers admired and praised the legendary stories of Li Xiucai and Wan'er even more. And that landscape map has also become the treasure of Lijiazhuang's town and village, which is enshrined in the ancestral hall of the village and has been passed down from generation to generation.
In his later years, Li Xiucai often sat in front of the ancestral hall and quietly looked at the landscape map. His heart was full of thoughts and love for Wan'er, as well as expectations and blessings for the future of the village. He knew that with love, faith, and courage, their village would be able to live forever in peace and happiness.
And Wan'er's soul has always been by Li Xiucai's side, guarding their love and the peace of the village. Their story has been passed down through the years and has become an eternal legend.