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Lan Jing picked up the painting and looked at it suspiciously, but he really couldn't see anything special, the picture was painted with a hundred gardens, and a girl in the garden was happily fluttering butterflies among the flowers.

This is a very ordinary painting, the girl's face is very hazy, how can he look stupid?

Lin Chu glanced at Lan Jing and carried the sleeping fifteenth back to his room.

Lan Jing glanced at the painting again, then casually put it on the table and walked over.

After Lin Chu put down the fifteenth uncle, he began to check his pulse.

Lan Jing didn't know how to take the pulse, so he had to wait quietly. After seeing Lin Chu stop, he asked, "How is he?"

"It's stimulated, just take a break." Lin Chu said.

"You say, is he stimulated by my paintings? But this painting is very ordinary, could it be that he just thought that the girl on the picture was familiar? But it can't! Lan Jing muttered softly.

Why did she think it was so strange? If he said that the girl in this painting, he would definitely not have seen it, could it be a garden? But the garden was entirely of her imagination. There's no place like this.

I couldn't figure it out, sighed, and said, "Lin Chu, why don't you let him stay here for a few days, and we'll observe him again."

Lin Chu nodded, "Then I'll go and pack his things." ”

Lan Jing saw that he was leaving, and hurriedly said: "You send paintings to Master Huiyuan, I'll clean up, I made green vegetable egg cakes and want to take a few for Grandma He and Uncle Wen to eat."

Lin Chu nodded and left the meditation courtyard with the scroll.

After he left, Lan Jing also took the cake and walked to the small courtyard in the back mountain.

The small courtyard was still so quiet, Lan Jing stood outside the fence and stretched her neck to look in, Grandma He, who was usually busy in the kitchen, was not there.

She thought for a moment, then gently pushed open the wooden door that connected to the fence and stepped inside.

Grandma He's door was closed, and she knocked gently, but no one answered.

She paced to the door of Uncle Wen's room again, raised her hand to knock on the door, thought about it and put it down.

What if people are resting? She doesn't seem to be good at waking people up. After looking at the cake in his hand, he walked to the kitchen and put the cake down, and walked directly to Uncle Fifteen's room to pack his clothes.

It was also the first time she had come to Uncle Fifteen's room, and she didn't know where things were placed, so she rummaged through them.

When she saw the box made of rosewood with small leaves imprinted in her eyes, her mouth opened wide, this wood she had seen, this wood was very expensive, was it not worth much in ancient times?

After thinking about it, she shook her head, collected two sets of clothes to wear now and walked out of the small courtyard.

Lin Chu took the painting and walked directly to Master Huiyuan's meditation room, where the three juniors and disciples were there. He handed the painting to his master and stood aside.

After Master Huiyuan glanced at Lin Chu, he gently unfolded the painting.

I saw that the painting of Guanyin looked at him compassionately, his hand trembled slightly, this painting is so good! Thinking that there is no Buddha statue in the temple, is he okay...

The three of them were completely stupid, but they didn't expect the young Xiao Jing benefactor to have such attainments in painting.

"Senior brother, has this little Jing benefactor been learning to paint since he was born? How do you draw so well? "Quit idiot.

Before he became a monk, he also had a small fortune, and he also collected some paintings, and he had seen many famous paintings, but they were not as good as Xiao Jing's benefactors, her paintings were not only real, but also very good paints.

Lin Chu shook his head and said seriously: "Xiao Jing said that she started learning to paint when she was six years old."

Master Huiyuan shook his head weakly, the idiot obviously just wanted to praise Xiao Jing's painting, where was the sincerity to ask Xiao Jing's donor when he started to learn painting, this big apprentice... Ay!

The quit idiot was also stunned for a moment, and just wanted to speak, but the quit had already said it first, and he proposed: "Master, that, can you ask the donor of Xiaojing to help the temple paint some..."

"The donor of Xiaojing has worshiped Guanyin, so she knows how to paint Guanyin statues, but she is afraid that she has never seen Buddha statues." Quit greed interrupted Qu Hat.

The three of them sighed leisurely when they heard this, and asked again: "Master, should this portrait of Guanyin be enshrined in front of the Buddha?"

Master Huiyuan nodded and said, "You can take it and worship it." ”

After the three of them left, Lin Chu also left, he wanted to go back and ask Xiao Jing if she could paint Buddha statues, and he felt that she would.

After Lan Jing put down the fifteenth uncle's things, he turned to look at Prince An's son, although his face was pale, his breathing was stable and his body temperature was normal. She walked out reassuringly.

As soon as he returned to the room, Lin Chu came back, he stood at the door, looked at Lan Jing with bright eyes, and asked, "Xiao Jing, do you know how to draw a portrait of the Buddha?"

Lan Jing frowned and asked, "What's the matter, that queen sent someone to ask for the portrait of the Buddha Lord again?"

"No, no," Lin Chu shook his head and said, "It's the juniors who think you are good at painting and want you to help you paint, but I'm afraid you haven't seen it."

Lan Jing thought for a moment and asked, "Younger people have never seen Buddha statues, and you know that I have never been out of the mountains, so why do you still ask me?"

Lin Chu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, raised his eyes to look at Lan Jing, and said, "I just think you will."

"Wouldn't it be strange if I could?" Lan Jing asked.

Lin Chu shook his head and said, "Why do you think it's strange?"

Lan Jing sighed weakly, forget it, Lin Chu, who lacks roots, thought for a while and said, "I can paint, but only you, your master and the other four junior disciples can know that I painted it, and no one else can tell me, can I do it?"

"Why can't you tell?" Lin Chu asked.

The corners of Lan Jing's mouth twitched, Lin Chu, an idiot, gave him a roll of his eyes and said, "Anyway, I can't say it, I will die if I say it."

Lin Chu was stunned for a moment when he heard the three words that he would die, and pulled Lan Jing and said, "Then don't draw, then no one will know that you will."

Lan Jing's heart warmed, this kid is a little stupid, but he is a good person.

Although Lin Chu told her not to paint, Lan Jing still couldn't help but paint, because she couldn't stand a temple that didn't even have a Buddha statue.

In the next five days, in addition to eating and washing, Lan Jing painted behind closed doors in his room every day, and successively painted more than a dozen portraits of the Buddha and the Bodhisattva.

On the twenty-third day of September, she remembered that she was going to pick up Nie Zhiyuan and Yang Jiarong, and after informing Lin Chu, she went out with the painting she was going to sell to Lord Qin.

Lin Chu was originally going to follow, but because there was still an unconscious patient in the room, he could only give up and follow.

When she came to the small courtyard at the foot of the mountain, Ma Qi had already loaded the carriage and waited for her, and when she saw that she was the only one, she asked puzzledly: "Isn't the son of the Lin family going?"

"He's not free, let's go, by the way, Uncle Ma, do you know that Lord Qin's mansion?" Lan Jing asked.

"You know, Xiao Jing is going to find someone?" Ma Qi asked.

Lan Jing smiled and said, "I want to sell him a painting, but I don't know if I can find someone." The last time she entered the city, she could be regarded as having seen the faces of those guards from high families.

"Lord Qin used to like to listen to plays in Baohua Theater, because this was a bad thing with Mrs. Qin. It is said that he has not changed, and every time he comes back, he still goes to the theater. Shall we go there and have a look? "Ma Qidao.

When Lan Jing heard this, he said, "Of course I have to go and see it, anyway, Brother Nie, they won't be able to come out until now, so I'm not in a hurry to pick them up."