Jiang Yan was lying on the tiger's back and was already a little exhausted. Every time he summoned the painting spirit, his spiritual power was consumed. The fat tiger was okay, but the evil door god was more terrifying than he imagined. It took less than a few dozen breaths.
In that time, all the spiritual energy in the body has been drained.
What's even more troublesome is that at the last moment when Jiang Chan's spiritual power was exhausted, he had a vague feeling that Yu Chigong was gradually breaking away from his control and going berserk. Fortunately, he escaped successfully before losing control, otherwise he would not have died at the hands of the divine envoy.
Even if you go up, you will be killed by your own paintings.
"It seems that in the future this door god painting will not be used as a last resort"
Jiang Yan didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. The fat tiger he made wanted to make fun of him every time he came out. The evil door god also wanted to kill him.
"Are other painters like this?" Jiang Yan couldn't help but wonder.
After a thrilling night, fortunately, all the work was not in vain, and I finally dared to return to Xiangling Stone House before dawn.
Just as the Evil Spirit Gate God was fighting with the Baiyang Temple God Envoy, in Lin'an City dozens of miles away, the sleeping prefect Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
"What a vicious force"
Lin Fan stood up and put on his clothes. Before leaving, he put a scroll on the table.
At the same time, Feng Boyong arrived just in time, stepping on a Luan bird several feet long.
"You feel it too?"
"Let's go and take a look. It should be Shimen Mountain."
Feng Boyong and Lin Fan are the two strongest people in Lin Ancheng. They have profound cultivation skills. Of course, such powerful spiritual power fluctuations cannot be hidden from their eyes.
The Luan bird flew through the clouds and finally landed in Gudu Village. However, when they arrived, the entire Gudu Village had been turned into ruins. The two of them walked through the ruins looking for clues.
"Old Lin, come and take a look here."
Feng Boyong found some colorful paints in the ruins, which were the marks left after the painting spirit dissipated.
"Hua Ling?"
"I guess the material of this paint is poor, but it is just a low-grade painting, but the fluctuation last night is at least the level of a fine painting, and has even reached the level of a high-grade painting, otherwise it would not be possible to spread to Lin'an City..." Lin Fan said.
"There are very few high-quality paintings. There is only one in the entire Lin'an City, and that is your picture of the sun rising from the sea."
Lin Fan saw a plaque buried in the soil. After brushing off the dust, the words Baiyang Temple were revealed. The two of them looked at it with shock in their eyes.
"Why is there Baiyang Temple here..."
Feng Boyong's spiritual power turned into a gust of spiritual wind, which swept away all the ruins on the ruined temple. No one expected that under the ruins, there were countless corpses with broken arms. Each one had a ferocious appearance, and it was obvious that they had died before death.
I saw something extremely terrifying...
"These people have not been dead for a long time. The Baiyang Cult thieves may not have left here. Let's seal the mountain first," Feng Boyong said.
"good"
Lin Fan unfolded the scroll he carried with him, and at the same time, his own spiritual power was continuously poured into the scroll.
Jiang Yan hurried back to Xiangling Stone Cottage and returned to his room where he was resting. The spiritual power he had cultivated in the battle last night with the Danqing Method had been completely exhausted, and it would be difficult to recover without three to five days of hard work.
"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang?"
Hearing Lu Yufu's call, Jiang Yan straightened his expression and opened the door.
"Brother Lu"
"It's dawn, let's go into the mountains"
"good"
As soon as dawn comes, the stonemasons from the Stone Cottage will leave one after another to dig colored stones in the mountains. No one sees Sun Cheng and Tie Xuan, only thinking that they left early. Only Jiang Yan knows that they will never come back in this life.
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Jiang Yan thought of the fleeting light he saw at dusk yesterday. Although he was a little tired, he still decided to go and have a look. He believed that he had seen it correctly yesterday.
Lu Yufu hitched the bullock cart and returned to where he was yesterday. Jiang Yan probably remembered the location, but looking around, he saw that the rocks were smooth and steep, making it almost impossible to climb up.
"How to get up here?"
"I've been to mountains higher than this one, it's a joke."
Lu Yufu took off a pair of hooks from the car. As a mason, he had prepared all kinds of equipment.
The hook turned a few times in his hand and was thrown out, accurately hooking a rock near the place pointed by Jiang Yan.
"Okay, you go up and have a look."
Jiang Yan's body was a little weak, but he still gritted his teeth and climbed up. He looked around and found a paper crane at his feet.
Put the paper crane silently into your pocket, and then start digging slowly at the marked location.
Normally colored stones are buried in the soil, but this one was actually in a mountain rock. Even Jiang Yan was a little skeptical. Could it be that he had really seen it wrong?
Now that I'm here, I have to give it a try no matter what.
Jiang Yan used Lu Yufu's hammer and chisel to dig into the rock to take a look. The clanging sound spread all around, and in the end he only dug out a fist-sized stone mixed with red.
Looking at the numb appearance of this stone, it didn't look like a colored stone. I secretly sighed that my trip was in vain.
There were dense beads of sweat on Jiang Gu's forehead. Just when he was about to give up, a drop of sweat fell on the stone, and the whole stone burst into a burst of dazzling red light.
Jiang Yan was shaken before his eyes, and he accidentally lost his footing and fell off the mountain wall.
"Be careful!" Lu Yufu hurriedly exclaimed.
On such a high cliff and with Jiang Lun's spiritual power completely gone, there was absolutely no way to save himself. If he tried this method, he would definitely die.
With his life hanging by a thread, a Luan bird flew by at low altitude, picked up Jiang Yan and landed firmly on the flat ground.
"Scared me"
Jiang Yan was in shock, while Lu Yufu looked excited.
"No wonder I've walked this road so many times without noticing it. It turns out to be sweat red stone."
"What is sweat red stone?" Jiang Yan asked.
"The purest medium-grade cinnabar stone, in addition to absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, will also absorb all the nearby moisture. It will appear color when it looks ordinary and has no chance of encountering water."
"Medium grade sweat red?"
The medium-grade colored stones are enough for him to create wonderful paintings.
"This piece is worth at least ten thousand taels of gold. How many masons can't find one in their lifetime? You must be very lucky."
As soon as Lu Yufu finished speaking, the entire stone wall behind him began to crack with lines and then collapsed.
However, when they were marveling at this top-quality colored stone, a bright light emitted from the sky above Shimen Mountain, and soon the vast spiritual power covered the entire Shimen Mountain.
The original sky turned into a vast ocean, and a red sun rose from the sea.
"What's going on?" Jiang Yan asked curiously.
"The picture of mountains and rivers rolling over the sea and the sun rising is Lin Fan, the prefect of Lin'an City."
"Is this also a painting?"
Jiang Yan was a little surprised that this painting had already affected the world of Shimen Mountain. He had heard Lu Daoxuan accidentally mention before that the landscape scrolls and landscape painting spirits in the Danqing method were not very aggressive but had strong auxiliary functions.
The dozens of miles around Shimen Mountain are now covered in this painting!
The luan bird that had just saved Jiang Yan appeared again, carrying a person and landed in front of the mountain, transforming into a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a lavender robe.
"Yu Fu, are you here too?"
"Prefect Lin? Why do you have time to visit Shilu?"
Lu Yufu obviously knew Lin Fan.
"The remnants of Baiyang have been found in Shimen Mountain. I am going to close the mountain for investigation. Why don't you leave for now and open the mountain after I finish the search?"
Lin Fan had a very high status, but as a painter he would not offend a mason unless necessary.
"The remnants of Bai Yang?" Lu Yufu was a little pale.
"If that's the case, then I'll wait until we leave. The prefect must eradicate the root of the problem."
Lin Fan drew a circle with one finger, and a water gate appeared in front of them, but when Jiang Chang was about to enter, he was stopped by Lin Fan.
"I probably know the stonemason of Lin'an City well, who are you?" Lin Fan asked.
"I'm not a mason, I'm a painter. I came to Shimen Mountain to try my luck because I couldn't afford paint," Jiang Yan said.
"Prefect, this is my friend," Lu Yufu said.
Lin Fan looked up and down. Jiang Gu was carrying a book and his fingers were slender and well maintained. He looked like a painter, and he was only at the Spiritual Realm. He didn't look like the remnants of the Baiyang Sect who appeared last night.
"Since we are your friends, let's leave together and wait until I say hello to your grandfather."
Jiang Yan felt a strange kind of energy flowing in his body, but it disappeared quickly. It must be Lin Fan who was exploring him.
After crossing the water gate, the two people actually appeared directly outside Shimen Mountain.
"Amazing"
"Lin Fan has a cultivation level at the peak of the Xuanling Realm, and is only one step away from the Huiyang Realm. He also has Zhenpin Painting. He is the well-deserved number one master in Lin'an City."
"Then what's going on with the Baiyang Sect?"
Thinking of the crazy group of believers and the terrifying teachings last night, Jiang Yan felt lingering fear in his heart.
"I have also heard other people mention some past events. It is said that the Baiyang Sect appeared almost a thousand years ago. No one cared about it at first. However, in just a few decades, the Baiyang Sect suddenly sprung up to millions of followers. Especially those believers and
Like a madman, he caused riots all over the Xuan Kingdom, and everywhere he passed was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Even many people in the Eight Prefectures have been bewitched. The structure of the Eight Prefectures in the Three Kingdoms has been maintained for countless years, but the Baiyang Sect has affected the status of the Eight Prefectures in just a few decades.
Both sides suffered a defeat in the Ziwu Valley. In the end, it was the Fusheng of Confucianism who took action to eliminate them. Unexpectedly, they are now resurrected."
"You just need to remember to stay away from the remnants of Baiyang."
"Thank you for reminding"
"I originally wanted to stay in Shimen Mountain for a while, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing. It's really unlucky."
After one day here, Lu Yufu only picked two small pieces of colored stones. Jiang Yan had a rich harvest. Naturally, it was impossible for him to tell Lu Yufu that he had snatched a piece of high-grade ultramarine from the Baiyang Sect.
"I offended Tongbao Pavilion in the city. No one in Lin'an City dared to sell me paint. When I came to Shimen Mountain, I found a medium-grade colored stone. I don't know when I can get the paint together." Jiang Qian sighed deliberately.
The painter needs at least four colors of cyan, red, purple and yellow to paint, but he only has a piece of medium-grade red and is short of three colors.
"Tongbao Pavilion's business is spread all over Yunzhou, and there are a few old scribes behind it who are domineering. It will be quite troublesome to offend them, but you don't have to worry about the pigment issue. Have you forgotten that I am a stonemason?"