The most important thing is that Zhishen not only kept it, but also passed it to his disciples, which is enough to prove that Senior Zhishen really attaches great importance to their ancestors.

Seeing this, the young Buddhist almost burst into tears. He trembled with his hands and took the paintblock handed over by Zhishen.

Then the young Buddhists opened the paintblock on the spot. Looking at the well-preserved scroll inside, the young Buddhists finally couldn't help it and started crying on the spot.

Seeing this, Zhishen showed a helpless look on his face, but he couldn't express any comfort, so he could only wait silently for the young Buddhists to recover.

"Sir, although you gave me this scroll today, I still have a request. I wonder if I can agree?"

After a long time, the young Buddhist finally calmed down, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then asked Zhishen.

"Hmm? What a request, but it's okay."

Zhishen said casually. When the young man heard this, he put away the paintblock in his hand, and then took out a set of objects used by the painter from the storage ring.

"Are you going to paint me?"

"That's right, although my painting skills are not as good as those of my ancestors, since I have the honor to meet an adult today, if I don't paint one for an adult, I'm afraid that if my parents and ancestors see it in the future, I will be scolded."

The young Buddhist said with a serious look on his face, obviously his heart was serious about painting Zhishen.

"Since that's the case, then just draw. I hope your painting skills are not too bad."

Zhishen nodded, then subconsciously posed. The young Buddhist nodded with his eyes wide open when he saw this, and then hurriedly picked up the brush.

Zhang Yifeng was silently savoring spiritual tea on the side and watching the paintings made by the young Buddhists for Zhishen.

I have to say that this young Buddhist was indeed from the family of painters, and his painting skills are indeed good.

After a long time, the young Buddhist added the last stroke, then wiped the sweat beads on his forehead, and nodded at Zhishen with excitement.

"I've finished drawing, sir, please take a look."

The young Buddhist picked up the painting in his hand and handed it to Zhishen, with a look of expectation in his eyes.

Zhishen took the picture and was silent for a moment. He could not see his likes or dislikes without any sorrow or joy on his face.

"Do you don't like this? Then I can draw another one!"

The young Buddhist hurriedly said to Zhishen, afraid that Zhishen would not let him draw if he didn't like it.

"No, you misunderstood. It's because you've painted so well. I think you've already touched a little bit of your ancestors' painting skills. Although your paintings still reveal ambiguousness, I think as long as you practice more diligently, you can always thoroughly hone your painting skills to the point that you are no less than your ancestors."

"What's more, you are still young now. As long as you practice in your spare time outside of practice, you can always erase the aura in your paintings."

After Zhishen finished speaking, a flash of inspiration flashed in his hand, and the scroll in his hand was taken into the storage ring by Zhishen.

"Since that's the case, I'll accept this scroll. I hope your descendants can take this thing back from me or my disciples in the future."

Zhishen smiled slightly, then nodded at the young Buddhist.

"Yes, yes! I will definitely work hard. At that time, my disciples or children will come to you to get back to the picture!"

After the young Buddhist finished speaking, he ran out of the yard with an excited look on his face. Seeing this, the other two Buddhists hurriedly caught up with the young Buddhists.

Looking at the three of them leaving, Zhishen shook his head silently, then walked to the stone table and sat down silently.

"You are quite good at causing trouble for me. Why, what are your plans?"

Zhishen picked up the spiritual tea brewed by Zhang Yifeng on the stone table, took out a teacup and poured it into it. After taking a sip, he asked Zhang Yifeng lightly.

"What other plans can you do? Isn't it just to make your reputation? Just in just a while, you already have two good names."

Zhang Yifeng said to Zhishen with an innocent face, then stood up and patted Zhishen on the shoulder, showing a look of sympathy on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Li, Fellow Daoist Li, I'm afraid you will have to work hard for a day or two next, so you can take advantage of the time you can still rest now and have more rest."

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, an unfathomable smile appeared on his face. Then he put away the spiritual tea on the table, turned around and went back to his room.

Zhishen sat in the original place, frowned and thought about what Zhang Yifeng said, but he had thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what Zhang Yifeng said meant.

Could it be that there are still any troubles to come these two days? But it doesn’t matter. No matter how troublesome the matter is, it’s a piece of cake for him.

Zhishen’s countless years have not been in vain. What kind of person has he never seen?

Thinking of this, Zhishen raised the spiritual tea in his hand and drank it all in one sip.

That's it, there was nothing to say overnight.

That night, Zhang Yifeng and others slept peacefully, and even Jin Lingyun and the young man in black had never come to find Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen.

The next day, Zhang Yifeng got up from the bed early in the morning, then hurriedly finished washing and put on his clothes, and then ran all the way to the front of the yard.

Then Zhang Yifeng took out the sign he had carved yesterday and hung it outside the yard.

Anyway, Zhishen can't resist it, so it's better to enjoy it. Zhang Yifeng can take this opportunity to earn the spirit stones of Buddhists like Jinshan Temple, why not do it?

After thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng silently waited for the first guest to come.

After a long time, the first guest was here. This was a middle-aged Buddhist, wearing a cassock and showing a calm expression.

At this time, he had just walked to the yard and saw Zhang Yifeng and the eye-catching wooden sign hanging next to him. The middle-aged Buddhist immediately glared, and the calm aura on his body changed.

"Ahem, this little friend, what you wrote on this brand is true?"

The middle-aged Buddhist looked around and found that there was no one around him. After changing his appearance as an expert, he quickly walked to Zhang Yifeng's stall and asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's true, it's perfect! As long as the spirit stone is given enough, you can do whatever you do!"

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand casually. The middle-aged Buddhist's eyes lit up when he heard this. Then he confirmed it again and hurriedly took out a small storage ring from the storage ring.

"There are ten thousand spirit stones inside. I want to talk to the Buddhist Zhishen to talk about my understanding of Buddhism. I wonder if it is possible?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng picked up the storage ring and weighed it, then nodded.

"Yes, Buddhists of Zhishen are already waiting for you. Remember not to talk about any topics other than Buddhism, otherwise I will notice it."

Zhang Yifeng said lightly, and then signaled the middle-aged Buddhist to go in.

Seeing this, the middle-aged Buddhist nodded quickly, then turned his head and walked directly into the yard.
Chapter completed!