Chapter 450 I'm here to take back what belongs to me

Inside the shrine, the three of them were plunged into deep sorrow.

After a long while, Chu Guanmeng hung his head in despair, "Before that, I wanted to eat the culprit alive."

Now, sentient beings are the culprit.

"There are endless evil demons." Lin Du suddenly spoke up, "I used to think that there were endless evil demons. Later, I wiped out the demon world myself, but now I realize that this statement is true."

What can never be killed is not the evil spirits, but the affection of all living beings.

Living beings should not be killed.

The truth is so cruel that human beings are always in a constant process of trial and error, destruction and salvation.

"Then those of us who kill evil spirits will never be killed." Wei Zhi suddenly said, "The righteous will never be killed either."

Lin Du squatted down, carefully picked up his broken pottery, and placed it back on the altar.

Then she raised her hands and formed a seal.

The divine talisman slowly flowed out from the palm of her hand and then transformed into a flowing golden divine ring.

The golden light instantly filled the entire shrine, and the resentment of the three poisons was instantly extinguished by the golden light.

Wei Zhi summoned the Demon Subduing Pestle, raised his hands to form a seal, and the Demon Subduing Pestle fell heavily, piercing through the Seal of All Living Beings. In an instant, the seal shattered.

The shrine shook again, stone slabs collapsed, earth and wood debris flew, space twisted and changed, and they returned to the stone path.

In other words, it is a stone chamber.

There are many pottery jars and many linens with various scenes painted on them in the stone chamber. In the middle, a ball of bright light is suspended.

There were already quite a few people waiting around, but it seemed that no one had successfully obtained the innate spiritual treasure.

Lin Du did not immediately go to take the ball of light. She held down the restless Floating Life Fan and looked at every painting around her.

Chu Guanmeng grumbled through the contract, "Can you do it? The Fu Sheng Fan can hardly hold it down."

Lin Du shook his head, "No hurry."

She stood before each painting, including landscapes, figures, birds and animals, all gorgeous yet with an ancient simplicity and richness.

"What kind of magical treasure is this? Why can't I touch it? Is it because it has no substance?"

"Could it be divine power?"

"Where in the world can you find divine power gathered together and waiting for you to absorb it?" Yixian couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Lin Du finally walked to a painting and said, "Found it."

Chu Guanmeng and everyone present were stunned for a moment, "What did you find?"

"What did you find?"

Heritage? Treasure?

Lin Du raised his hand, "Found it, the first painting."

Everyone's ears, which were pricked up quietly, relaxed. That was all right...

I thought it was some kind of treasure.

Who would have known that in the next moment, Lin Du leapt into the painting.

The pupils of those who witnessed it all trembled.

"No, there is a mystery in this painting?"

Everyone went looking for nearby paintings, and sure enough, they were all swallowed up by the paintings.

But they were not so lucky, and after a while, they rolled and crawled out.

"There are ancient beasts in here. Going in is like seeking death!"

Some people came out after a long time, all in a state of panic, and said to their companions happily, "Look! I captured this beast alive!"

But when he raised the rope to bind the immortals, it turned out to be empty.

"What the hell... I can't even bring it out." The man was so happy for nothing, but now he was furious and walked out angrily.

A weak star king who arrived a step late shook his head, "A bunch of vulgar people."

He walked forward and asked, "Where do you think this place is? Which ancient god's ruins are these?"

Someone asked, "Does this star god know?"

He nodded, "Of course, there are paintings everywhere along the way. The one who can create a miraculous illusion must be the ancestor of painting!"

On the other side, Lin Du had already landed in a plain field.

The mountains and rivers are cool, the sky is filled with rosy clouds, and the sun is not clear in the rainbow light, but the original source of energy is everywhere.

A woman looked at the person who came in, and was not panicked. She just asked, "Do you know who I am?"

Lin Du smiled, "In our later generations, we will call you Hua Lei. Maybe your original name was Xi Shou?"

"It's indeed someone from the future." The woman held a brush that looked a little rough compared to today's. She lowered her head and drew a stroke on the turtle shell, but it was not a word, but... a pattern.

Hua Lei lowered her eyes and said, "So I was named after a painting. That's not bad."

“Painting began with Lei, so it is called painting Lei. This is the record of our later generations.” Lin Du recited the ancient saying, which sounded a bit awkward and awkward. [Note 1]

But Hua Lei understood and was very happy. "How did you find the first magical painting I left behind?"

Lin Du replied, "The paintings naturally allow people to read the heartfelt desire to create and record. When I saw his paintings, I was amazed by his amazing skills, so I came here to experience it in person."

Hua Lei looked at Lin Du and said, "Since you are from the future, if you want to take my inheritance, you must paint a picture that can impress me."

Lin Du nodded, "Please wait a moment."

The moment she picked up the brush, she thought of the days when she was first criticized by Feng Yi for being clumsy and having only the spirit of a craftsman, but without the true intention of painting.

The original paintings that were delivered to her, and the days when she was ordered to go out and come back to paint the most impressive scenes, seemed very far away, but also very close.

Lin Du's paintings have always been mostly mechanical. The techniques to be used for each stroke, as well as the shades of light and dark, were all thought out in advance and were also taught by Feng Yi.

But at this moment, Lin Du seemed to be surprisingly assisted.

As she wrote with her brush, the scene of the entire Supreme Sect overlooking from the top of the mountain soon appeared.

Hua Lei watched quietly, sometimes smiling, sometimes frowning.

Lin Du has been painting, and this space and time seems to be a scene that never changes: the wind is blowing, the clouds are colorful, and auspicious beasts are flying in the sky. It is clearly alive, yet it seems still.

The sun will never set, its light will never fade, and beauty will stay forever.

However, in her paintings, it is as if one sees the scene from day to night during the painting process, until the warm light of the world and the starlight of the sky fall one after another, and the moment of the painting is fixed.

Mountains and rivers are connected, and the human world is also there.

Hua Lei remained silent for a long time until she put down the last stroke, and finally raised her hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye.

“I feel it.”

Although she couldn't understand it and had never seen such a world, she felt it.

A person stands on the highest lonely peak, overlooking the warm world. Under the soft moonlight, the wine is still warm and people are reunited.

The whole house is filled with joy, but the lone peak is desolate and cold.

There are many emotions filling it: relief, happiness, contentment, success in retiring, world peace, a sense of being the only one in the world, and also the subtle loneliness and freedom.

People should be rich like this.

Hua Lei asked her, "Is this the scene you saw when you were most sad?"

Lin Du shook his head, "No, this is my favorite scene."

Hua Lei laughed and said, "Then I am probably not wrong either."

She suddenly felt something, "Someone else has handed in their answers, and their paintings are extremely gorgeous, more gorgeous than I can even hope to be, and their painting skills are better than yours."

Lin Du had no regrets, "I'm definitely not as good as him."

She probably didn't have the natural talent for artistic creation.

"But I like your paintings more." Hua Lei said, "You make me feel that only when you hold that pen can you draw a real, beautiful world that people like."

Her eyes were gentle, and her pretty face was filled with a stunning glow. "This pen should be yours."

Lin Du asked, "Even if I hold that pen and kill someone?"

“Beauty also needs to be removed from the ugliness, just like after the brush leaves its mark, we still need to use a chisel to carve out the real words and patterns.”

"What you can feel is not just the illusory light, but the real world."

Hua Lei finished, "Just like, you also hold the innate spiritual treasure born from my brother Shun, don't you?"

"This fan chose you, which means you are qualified. Whether it is this pen or this fan, your heart is destined for you to own them."

Lin Du lowered his head and looked at the Fu Sheng fan in his hand.

The innate spiritual treasure will change its form according to the master's wishes.

Shun sought a wise man to help him, and the Five Bright Fan fell into the hands of Lin Du, where it became a Fu Sheng Fan that was cold and dull when idle, but shone brightly when in use. [Note 2]

The seniors in the library had once seen at a glance that the fan was a heavenly-grade innate magical treasure, but at that time they could only unleash half of its power.

The other half, she learned when she signed the contract, was a companion spirit, the Dream Pen.

It turns out that this thing belonged to a brother and sister.

The moment Lin Du agreed, he was already back in the stone chamber.

The ball of precious light directly penetrated into Lin Du's body, and the Floating Life Fan unceremoniously forced out Lin Du's blood and essence. In an instant, the Dream Pen appeared in Lin Du's hand, and the information after the contract also flooded into Lin Du's consciousness.

The innate spiritual treasure Dream Pen can use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as ink, and with a wave of the hand, it can draw a fantasy world, just like the real world.

If the artist's consciousness is strong enough, he can also make the beast in the painting come true.

And for Lin Du, a formation cultivator, there is another wonderful use.

As for what will happen when it is combined with the Floating Life Fan, Lin Du still has to experiment and explore it one by one. At least... she has to accept and digest Hua Lei's inheritance first, and then go find the person who gave birth to the Floating Life Fan.

When she came to her senses, she found that everyone in the stone chamber was staring at her with eager eyes.

Lin Du subconsciously turned his pen and looked down at the immortals in front of him, "No, I'm here to take back what belongs to me. You don't have to look at me like that, right?"

Without waiting for people to react to the meaning behind this, she raised her hand to infuse spiritual power into the dream pen, drawing the scene of stone pillars outside in the air, and with her other hand she grabbed Wei Zhi, who was wandering around studying idly, and ran away.

The white-haired ball clung to Wei Zhi's shoulder tightly, "No!!! Can you two notify me in advance every time you speed up! I will really lose my hair!!!"

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Note 1: "Shuowen Jiezi" says, "Hua Lei is Shun's sister. Painting began with Lei, so it is called Hua Lei."; "Hua Lei is Shun's sister." There is also a record in "Han Shu·Ancient and Modern Figures": Xie Shou is Shun's sister, Hua Lei is Xie Shou, also known as Lei.

Although there are many different opinions about the ancestor of painting, some people believe that the ancestor of painting is Hua Lei. Unfortunately, because it was a woman in ancient times, there is not much historical data to verify it.

Note 2: Cui Bao of the Jin Dynasty, in his Annotations on Ancient and Modern Times, wrote, "The five-blade fan was made by Shun. After receiving the guidance of Yao Chan, Shun sought wise men to assist him, so he made the five-blade fan."

Note: The earliest use of writing brushes can be traced back to 20,000 years ago, when they were used to apply cinnabar and draw patterns. There is a saying that the oracle bone inscriptions were also painted with a brush (or something similar) before being carved.

All the characters quoted in this article, including Hou Tu in the previous article, have been artistically processed. Please do not study or associate them with other system contents. Just listen to me (no).