On the other side of the gallery, Fan Xuan and Wang Ziyu stand side by side.

"Zihong, are you very optimistic about this Chen Bujin?"

Wang Ziyu asked.

Fan Xuan replied with a smile: "It's just to make more friends, what's the matter?"

Wang Ziyu smiled, knowing that Fan Xuan must have something to hide, so he didn't ask any more questions and stared at a mural on the wall. After a while, his body disappeared out of thin air, and he entered the painting just like Fan Yuan.

Fan Xuan saw that the content of the mural was inside a mighty yamen, and the case was being tried in the court. He immediately touched his chin and looked thoughtful.

The painting wall here, called "Lanruo Painting Realm", is quite wonderful, people can watch it, can be immersive, do something wonderful.

To put it bluntly, it is equivalent to entering a novel world, which makes people linger and are reluctant to come out.

In the painting, there are many stories depicted in the record, and when people enter and cut into it, they can interact and deduce a variety of plots.

Every time I have experienced, I can exercise my body and mind, practice martial arts, learn the Tao, write books and speak, and even become an official and govern the people's livelihood......

It depends on the person who enters, what direction he chooses, and what chance he triggers.

This is a rare novel experience for Fan Xuan and others, so it is said to be "fairy fate".

Lan Ruo's painting realm is not open to the public, if it weren't for Fan Xuan bringing Chen Tang here, Chen Tang wouldn't have been allowed to enter at all, and he didn't know about it. Fan Xuan's move was to let Chen Tang enter the painting wall in order to find out his details.

Turning his head to look, Fan Yuan and the others were gone, and Chen Tang was the only one left, still standing there and observing.

"Can't he get in?"

Fan Xuan muttered in his heart, and then denied it: "As long as there is a desire and an idea, it will definitely be triggered." He is not stone or wood. ”

He ignored it, walked to a section of the painting wall, moved his mind slightly, and then entered the painting, looking for his own encounter.

But said that Chen Tang had already figured out the efficacy of this painting wall at this moment, and he was secretly surprised in his heart, it was really a vast world, and there were no wonders. As Fan Xuan said, this painting is definitely a strange thing, and it can be called the treasure of Yanming Temple.

So, what is the purpose of this painting set up here, open to Fan Xuan and others, and what is its purpose?

Fan Xuan and the others have in common that they are all from a big family, and they are the leaders of the younger generation, and the benefits of being good friends with them are self-evident. These people themselves represent a circle of people with strong backgrounds.

Could it be that this is the layout of the Shi family in the world?

Because the concepts and methods of cultivation are quite different, the direction and current situation of development are also very different. The door is quiet, and the family is lively. Most of the temples of the Buddha family are solemn and solemn, grand and broad, but all those of some scale are offered the golden body of the Bodhisattva;

The façade work is very important publicity, and the door of the Shijia is wide open, and there are thousands of believers, and the incense is prosperous. And the Taoist sect is much worse, at least in terms of secular influence, which is getting worse and worse.

One has a great ambition to universalize all sentient beings, and the other opens his mouth and closes his mouth and does nothing, and even his apprentice is too lazy to accept one.

In terms of concept, it determines the face of the hand and the outcome.

Having said that, Master Ming let Fan Xuan and others experience the painting wall, which is probably a kind of goodwill and infiltration of the major families. As far as Chen Tang knows, there are many rich and noble families, and the big families of the Zhumen are all big pilgrims of the local temples, and the money they offer every year is quite considerable.

It can be seen from this that the Fan family and other families must have also offered a lot of sesame oil money to Yanming Temple during the year.

All in all, it is a kind of mutual benefit, forming a circle.

Chen Tang was not qualified to enter this circle, but he met Fan Xuan by chance and was brought in by him.

And the reason why Fan Xuan was willing to sell this favor was nothing more than that night.

After clarifying his thoughts, Chen Tang let go of his mood and carefully admired the painting wall. After looking at it for a while, I saw some clues:

This painting is really a complete and coherent one, mainly depicting a city and the scenery of the suburbs.

The streets in the city are distinct, the houses are heavy, there are temples and Taoist temples, there are large courtyards, there are yamen, and all kinds of shops and houses......

It's like a real state capital, and the people drawn are even more diverse, and there are no two people who are the same. It's really lifelike and drawn. One by one, as if they were living people, walking and busy in the world of the painting.

Gradually, Chen Tang came to his senses. When I saw a picture, it was painted in the market, where a bully was bullying a pair of orphans and widows, which was very hateful.

When Chen Tang saw it, he was inexplicably angry, and his spirit was in a trance, and he entered the painting.

......

In the courtyard outside the gallery, Master Ming was sitting, and he had been closing his eyes to recuperate, and at this moment Huo Ran opened his eyes, his eyes were blazing, and his heart was slightly shocked: this son saw the painting wall for the first time, and he was able to endure it to the endure, and he saw the painting of nearly five or six zhang, and then he entered the painting......

It's amazing, and the talent is good.

The old monk seemed to have found a piece of jade, and his eyes flashed.

The scholars and maids brought by Fan Xuan and others rested in a corner of the courtyard. They followed Childe out and walked for a long time, a little tired, and now it was time to take a nap.

Call!

Suddenly, a yin wind rolled up in the courtyard, blowing on his body, and shivering all over his body. A few of the scholars were taken aback, not knowing what had happened.

"Who is evil, dare to commit murder in the pure land of Buddhism!"

Master Ming opened his mouth and drank violently, like thunder on the ground.

Flutter!

Several strange birds with black bodies flew in, some standing on the courtyard wall, some landing on the roof, each staring at a pair of green eyes, staring down.

"Raven!"

Master Ming was taken aback, and said in a deep voice: "I don't know which Lord Si Ming is here?

"Truly, the master is polite. This seat is here just to see the painting of Lanruo. ”

A raven opened its mouth.

Hearing this, Master Ming's face changed, he hurried over, pushed open the door, and saw that on the Bodhi tree in the center of the corridor, several crows stopped at some point, opening their mouths one by one, spitting out strange black gas.

The black air was waving onto the painting wall, constantly seeping in.

"Stop!"

Master Ming was shocked and raised his hand to make a string of Buddhist beads.

However, the black breath of those crows exhaled completely, and their bodies exploded and disappeared.

The Buddha beads swept away, and in the end only a pitch-black feather was circled.

Master Ming's face turned pale, and he leaned into the front of the painting wall, and saw that this magnificent and bright grand painting was black and steaming, like a bubbling water wave, and there was a treacherous mutation.

"The different history said: Illusion is made by people, and this kind of words are like those who have Taoism. If a person has a lustful heart, it is a state of profanity, and if a person has a profane heart, it is a state of fear, and all of them are touched by the human heart......"

The sound of reading suddenly sounded in the corridor, and listening to it made people feel cold and creepy.