103 Sacrifice Corridor 17 || This monk is not simple
"I see." Zhao Qifan opened his mouth wide as if suddenly enlightened. "So, if we encounter a ghost in the future, can we just hold our breath?"
"You can try."
"What if it doesn't work?"
Jingning smiled maliciously.
"die."
Zhao Qifan: ...
Jingning smiled, life and death are unpredictable.
"If there's some fair-skinned, beautiful ghost girl who falls for a handsome, decent woman like me..." Ye Jing'an hugged his strong arms tightly and made an unpleasant noise in his throat.
He controlled the whole place with just one sentence. This was professional control. Everyone's brains froze instantly, and more than twenty eyes stared at him in shock.
Jing Ning retracted his smile. Yan Shuang clearly saw that the corner of his eye twitched slightly, and he looked like he had eaten shit.
Evildoers will be punished by evildoers.
"You are the most perverted one." Tian Yiyi rolled her eyes and gave a thumbs up.
Of course, these are all jokes. Finding joy in adversity is also a top-notch mentality.
"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Lin Hai coughed, cleared his throat, looked at Jing Ning and said, "Did you see what the words on the stone tablet mean?"
Jing Ning lost his nonchalant look. His eyes grew serious, and the corners of his mouth tightened. He recalled the traces of lines on the stone tablet during the day. After a while, he said, "No. I don't know much about calligraphy, but if I'm not mistaken, the characters on the stone tablet should be large seal script."
"Great Seal Script?" Wu Yushan said unsurely, clasping her fingers. "Can you draw it for me? I...my university major is somewhat related to this, so maybe...maybe I know something about it."
Then he hurriedly explained: "Don't get your hopes up too much."
Everyone nodded and went to the proprietress to borrow paper and pen and gave them to the two of them.
Jingning spread the paper on the table and moved the pen across the white paper.
Yan Shuang stood aside, gazing at Jing Ning quietly. This was the first time he had seen him paint, and his heart was filled with curiosity and anticipation. The moment Jing Ning picked up the brush, he became completely focused, as if isolated from the outside world, with only him and the world he painted.
His brushstrokes were delicate and smooth, and every stroke was just right, as if he had copied the characters from a stone tablet.
The two of them modified the details based on their memory, while the others tacitly made room and discussed the results of the day's search.
Ye Jing'an had slipped over at some point and watched from the side for a while, smacking his lips and saying, "Seriously, big boss, why don't you design wedding rings? With designs this good, there's bound to be a lot of people vying for them. It's really profitable." He felt a pang of discomfort when he thought of the proposal that had been delayed for so long, and then he said, "But you don't seem to be short of money either."
Jing Ning stopped writing and looked at him expressionlessly.
Ye Jingan: "I'll shut up, you continue."
The two of them made some revisions, adding in all the details, and finally making sure that nothing was missed. Jing Ning signed his name at the bottom of the painting out of habit.
When he signed the single letter "J" in his unique signature, and the strokes of his pen cut through the glitz like a knife, Ye Jing'an realized that the person in front of him was a real big shot.
Whether in game or in reality!
This logo is well-known in the design world. Its simplicity is so powerful that it has thwarted countless imitators. He has won numerous prestigious international awards and collaborated with many renowned companies. His work is never confined to a single style, showcasing bold and dazzling designs alongside traditional motifs while also remaining subtle. However, he maintains a very low profile and has never been seen in public.
Ye Jingan admired him before, but now he wants to kneel down.
Yan Shuang looked at his hungry appearance and leaned sideways, "What are you doing?"
At this moment, Ye Jing'an's eyes were focused on the manuscript that had just been created by the master. "Boss, can you give me this painting? I'll take it home and keep it as a collection."
Jingning put down his pen and gestured for permission to go ahead.
Ye Jing'an was very cautious as if he was holding an imperial edict.
Yan Shuang stood up, took the still-warm picture from his hand and handed it to Wu Yushan. She looked at Jing Ning with an expression that said, "My boyfriend is really amazing." A faint smile hung on the corner of her mouth and she said, "Is it that serious?"
"You don't understand!" Ye Jing'an's heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly shouted over there, "Be careful! Don't break it!"
Lin Haishen gave an OK gesture without even looking up.
"Boss, can I discuss something with you?" Ye Jing'an came up again because he had nothing to do.
"Speak." Jing Ning moved his wrists, waiting for Wu Yushan's result.
He held it in for a long time, and finally couldn't help but fart, "That's right, I bought the ring you designed, can you give me a discount? Look, I gave Yan Shuang to you, after all, I am considered my mother's family, is there any internal discount?"
"No, no."
"Why?"
"I want to eat." Jing Ning rejected him bluntly.
Ye Jingan sighed slightly, went to study the diagram, and patted Yan Shuang on the shoulder, "Brother, you still have to work harder."
Yan Shuang: ??? I don’t understand.
The manuscript was a proportional reduction, and many of the characters on it were difficult to read clearly. Wu Yushan had a clear understanding of her own level, and after looking at it for a long time, she could only recognize two characters.
"The biggest character at the bottom in the middle is 'Ju', the one on the far left is 'Chong', and I don't recognize the rest." Wu Yushan returned the drawing.
The Great Seal Script seems simple to write and has a simple structure, but it is difficult to recognize the characters and it is impossible to guess them.
"Bureau? And Chong? Are you sure?" Lin Haichen frowned and asked conservatively.
Wu Yushan nodded, "OK."
"Is the formation behind this temple the same as what is shown on TV?" Xu Yaoyu said with a frown.
"Possibly." Yan Shuang nodded. "This game seems to be closely related to Feng Shui."
"Based on what happened during the day, that place is not a good formation." Tian Yiyi said.
"I also think it is a formation. Think about it, the temples originally worship evil gods, so it is not surprising that there is a formation, right? Which monk does not perform some rituals?" Ye Jing'an said.
They were in perfect tacit understanding, without interrupting or being interrupted. Jing Ning also spoke at the right time, "Normally, roads are not built behind temples. Roads represent evil spirits. They will cut through the earth's energy and destroy the stability and continuity of the mountains behind. It is equivalent to cutting off the dragon vein of the temple. What's that called..." He pointed to the empty space next to him.
"Zhang Weiguo." Yan Shuang added for him.
"Well, he said this used to be a mass grave. What was the most common thing here? The answer is undeniable—dead people. Where there's evil, there's evil. It's a fundamental principle of Feng Shui, the duality of energy and the relativity of things."
"Do you think this bureau is used to suppress the evil spirit from the former mass grave?" Lin Haichen asked.
"No." Jing Ning denied his statement, "It's not suppression, it's more accurate to say that it's transformation. Transforming evil into power."
"Dispelling evil is the highest realm. Through Feng Shui techniques, the negative impact of evil energy can be dispelled, and even its energy can be cleverly transformed for my own use. This is called transforming evil into power. This monk is no ordinary person."
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