"Keep your voice down, don't alert them!"
I quickly shushed him, telling Lao Dao to shut up.
Old Dao is a great guy in every way, except his mouth is sometimes really too big.
Old Dao then shut his mouth, while I continued my cultivation methodically.
I've found that what I glean from paintings resonates more deeply than what I glean from paper.
These things seem to be etched directly into my mind; they are incredibly useful.
It took about half an hour for the four of us to fully understand all the paintings.
"It's incredible! It's just a painting, but the energy it contains is truly amazing. I can even perceive the world through this painting!"
I looked at my hands and muttered to myself.
I don't know where this confidence comes from, but I feel full of energy right now.
Moreover, the array contained in that painting was also extremely terrifying.
"Brother Luo, Brother Chen, do you think it's possible that what came wasn't an evil spirit?"
Or perhaps their main purpose in seeking out this blind man was to learn these formations from him?
Old Dao really doesn't hold back when it comes to saying things that are sure to shock; he just dropped this bombshell on me.
"Holy crap!" After hearing that, I suddenly realized how true it made sense.
Although I did sense an evil aura before, it wasn't very noticeable.
So I still can't tell what this is!
"Or perhaps both?"
Luo Tianhe's mind also started to wander.
I nodded slightly; I also thought there was some truth to it.
"So, combined, it means someone wanted to murder Zhou the Blind, but his son got these diagrams!"
It attracts some things on the one hand, and suppresses others on the other; that makes sense!
Old Dao slapped his forehead, and on a whim, he came up with a new answer.
I wasn't sure either, so I carefully put the scroll away.
Sure enough, the moment the four paintings were taken away, I felt that invisible pressure again.
This time I did not back down, but instead instructed the three of them to roll up the scroll.
At the same time, I also rolled up Ji Xinglan's painting and put it into the album.
Now all five paintings on the wall have been taken down, and the oppressive feeling in the room has become quite intense.
It's like a unique electromagnetic field, making it hard for us to breathe.
"Old Dao! How do you feel?"
I started questioning Lao Dao despite the pressure.
"It feels like there's a mountain on my back, a very heavy mountain, like it's pressing down on my back!"
Old Dao broke out in a cold sweat. If the three of us hadn't been there, he probably would have wet himself by now.
As I recalled Lao Dao's painting, an answer suddenly came to me.
Because Lao Dao's painting is a "Moving Mountains" picture!
The woman in the picture is imitating Sun Wukong, lifting a large mountain.
That's how it was at the very beginning.
Therefore, this is not the arrival of evil spirits, but a test for us!
"Old Dao, do you still remember the name of that painting you painted?"
I raised my voice.
"Is it the Mountain Moving Diagram?"
Old Dao was almost pressed to the ground before he finally managed to say the name of the painting, panting heavily.
"What did you just realize? Recreate that painting!"
There was no time to explain, so I shouted it out with all my might.
I was afraid that Lao Dao would be crushed unconscious and wouldn't be able to hear what I was saying.
Old Dao then opened his eyes and, with his last breath, tried to imitate the movements depicted in the painting.
Just as I predicted, after using that set of movements, Lao Dao's breathing became increasingly steady.
In addition, Lao Dao told me that his pain gradually disappeared.
"It's alright, it's alright!"
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw this.
What I find strange is that there were four of us who were having this experience, but only Lao Dao had it.
Could it be because Lao Dao was comprehending the Mountain Moving Diagram?
As for the three of us, although we exuded that kind of pressure, we were nowhere near as powerful as Lao Dao.
"It's finally all over! Thank goodness for you, Brother Chen, otherwise I really would be dead!"
Old Dao let out a long sigh, sat down in the chair, and gasped for breath.
But at this moment, I just can't feel happy at all.
My heart began to stir.
There is an invisible desire.
If Ji Xinglan were sitting in front of me right now, I certainly wouldn't feel any displeasure.
The problem is that everyone present except me was a man!
That's when I realized it was a problem with the paintings. I finally understood why all the people in these paintings were women.
This is seducing me!
"Old Chen, do you ever feel that way?"
Luo Tianhe's face turned as red as a pig's liver, and he was panting heavily as he spoke.
The ant next to us was in a similar situation, except that it was of lower status and couldn't speak first in front of the two of us.
"Damn it! This guy created these women to seduce us!" Luo Tianhe couldn't help but curse. I could feel him hunching over, trying his best to control himself.
Seeing this, I could only try to learn from Lao Dao and comprehend the formation step by step.
Sure enough, when I got to the third move, I felt that the pressure in my body had decreased significantly, and that desire had become particularly weak.
I quickly had Ant and Luo Tianhe try it out.
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