The small temple that was rebuilt was not very special in shape, but the scale became spacious. Entering through the main gate, there is a square patio.

On the left and right sides are side rooms, forming a cloister-like structure. The traditional brick and beam construction is not unusual for a group of people who work in the construction industry.

The key is in the left and right wings, and everyone didn't see any trace of the white leaves. However, in the main hall of the main hall in front, there is a slanted shadow reflected on the ground.

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked away, and there were also a little emotional fluctuations, which was a kind of voyeuristic desire to be satisfied.

Not surprisingly, Bai Ye must be in the temple, what the hell is he doing?

The tip of Jiang Yuan's nose suddenly moved.

He was in the air, and he smelled something very familiar.

He was sure that the smell must have been......

Ink.

The thick smell of ink fills the air. As soon as he smelled this smell, he could accurately judge that this was the unique ink fragrance of Huizhou Songyan Old Ink.

This kind of ink, to say the least, has been used for more than ten years, and he will never admit his mistake.

When he lost his mind, a few people next to him couldn't help but whisper, "Teacher, Bai Ye must be inside, look ......"

"Let's go!"

Jiang Yuan contemplated, there was nothing to say about it so far, he took the lead and walked directly towards the temple.

A group of people hurriedly followed, and soon entered the spacious temple.

After entering, everyone looked around, and then their hearts suddenly vibrate, and the focus of their eyes immediately straightened.

In the temple, generally speaking, the statues of gods and Buddhas are enshrined, but there is nothing in front of them, not to mention any clay statues, not even incense burners, tables and chairs, offerings and the like.

But when everyone looked at it, what came into their eyes shocked them and produced a strong sense of impact.

Mural......

On both sides of the temple, on the snow-white mirror-like walls, there are densely packed human patterns outlined with pen and ink. As far as the eye can see, a figure surrounds the entire hall, basically the same height as a real person, with different forms, full of indescribable beauty.

The key is......

This mural seems to be made by Bai Ye.

Because at this time, as if he did not notice the arrival of the crowd, he was still engrossed in carrying a pen, sitting on a shelf, and gently scribbling his arms. Smooth pen marks immediately appear clearly on the wall.

Slowly, the flowing clothing pattern is formed, like rippling water, and the charm is vivid.

Seeing this scene, including Jiang Yuan, a group of people were naturally stunned. Before they came in, they had made many conjectures in their minds.

Some people suspect that Bai Ye is purely lazy in the temple, so he is playing tricks to attract everyone's attention, which is a means of hype.

Some people also think that it is a secret transformation on the basis of a small temple. For example, digging a cellar and building an underground Buddhist hall or something......

Or, make some sculptures and arrange them in the temple to add luster to them.

However, there are various inferences, but no one thought that Bai Ye would make murals in the temple.

And this fresco ...... God.

Jiang Yuan settled down, his appreciation of art made him feel the ...... of the mural in front of him in an instant Wonderful.

What surprised him even more was that the mural was a very traditional white figure.

Doesn't it mean that Bai Ye is an oil painter? But look at him holding a brush dipped in ink, and then skillfully sketching on the wall, soft brushstrokes, under his control, like an arm......

Slender and slender lines, uniform and the same size, are perfect. This is simply a boon for OCD.

In Jiang Yuan's impression, this is clearly the skill of a master of fine brush painting.

This thought flashed in my mind.

Jiang Yuan was stunned on the spot, wondering if he was dazzled.

However, the thick fragrance of ink and the dense murals are impacting his senses, making him really feel that this is a realistic reality.

It was so unexpected.

I really didn't expect that Bai Ye would still have this ability.

Jiang Yuan sighed.

"Why are you here?"

Caught off guard in the corner, a person flashed out, looked at them coldly, and lowered his voice with a little annoyance, "Hurry up and go out, don't disturb his creation." ”

This is Cao Xiang, who has witnessed Bai Ye's performance in the past month. From the small temple to the completion and then to the creation of the mural. His heart also went from doubt to shock.

It is precisely for this reason that he clearly knows what the murals in this temple mean to Bai Ye.

Spallation?

Sublimation?

Cao Xiang didn't understand and didn't dare to say it.

He was just convinced that this was the only time in the past two years that Bai Ye had devoted himself wholeheartedly and spent a full month indulging in the creation of the mural, ignoring what was going on outside the window.

Even if he has never met it, it does not prevent Cao Xiang from hearing that such a creative state is definitely an opportunity that many artists can not seek.

Cao Xiang naturally does not allow others to disturb or destroy the state of the white leaves. In a hurry, his tone was a little rushed, which also made several people angry.

"You ......"

A person's face sank, and he wanted to open his mouth to fight back, but was stopped by Jiang Yuan.

"Let's go. ”

Jiang Yuan waved his hand and took the initiative to leave the temple. The others were stunned, and when they saw Jiang Yuan walking outside, they could only follow him out. However, they were all a little reluctant, and they did not forget to look back when they were leaving, as if they wanted to imprint the mural in their hearts.

Bai Ye's concentration also made them slow down. After a while, a group of people walked outside and gathered at the gate of the small temple.

Their gaze is still through the patio, as if they can see those light and wonderful murals through the temple.

It's just that after Cao Xiang walked out step by step, their vision was also blocked.

Click......

Cao Xiang closed the door and looked at the group of people with a frown. He slowly calmed down, and in the end he didn't have a seizure, but just spoke in a somewhat questioning tone, "Chief Engineer Jiang, the project of the temple has been handed over to Bai Ye, before it is completed, do you have any advice?"

"Normal patrols. ”

Jiang Yuan rarely explained, after all, with his identity, status, and the work he was responsible for, he didn't need to explain anything to Cao Xiang at all.

Look at the progress of the works, which is the authority given to him by the municipality.

Cao Xiang's questioning is not reasonable at all. It's just that Jiang Yuan still explained, and that's all. Then he looked indifferent and turned away.

There is a group of people left, you look at me, I look at you, and they also have different thoughts and leaves.

Cao Xiang pouted and immediately summoned a few security guards, who had always been calm and did not lose his temper, he couldn't help but point at a few security guards and scold, scolding a few people to the point of blood, and deeply reflecting on his mistakes before stopping.

Not only that, but he immediately called and sent another team of security guards from the security company to prevent similar things from happening.

When he was "arranging the troops", there was naturally a rumor in the industry.