In Li Linfeng's previous life, as a Nine Tribulation Scattered Immortal, although he was not a big one in terms of formation prohibition, his eyesight was not comparable to that of ordinary monks!

The prohibition that the unknown monk had arranged was quite clever, and it took him a lot of time to find the weak point of the prohibition! But what made Li Linfeng crazy was that even if he found the weak point, with his current cultivation, it would be difficult to break it!

The prohibition is the same as the formation, without the blessing of power, it will become weaker and weaker with the passage of time, until it completely disappears between heaven and earth! Compared to the formation, it can be supplemented by the aura of heaven and earth, but the prohibition completely depends on the strength of the monk himself.

After such a long time, this prohibition still exists, and the energy above it is still strong.

It is enough to show that the monk who arranged this prohibition must have surpassed the Jindan in his cultivation and reached the Yuanying Realm!

As for how high it is, it is impossible, the monk who should be a god has already comprehended the rules of the Heavenly Dao! The prohibitions laid down by the god cultivators all carry the power of the rules they have comprehended, and on that prohibition, Li Linfeng did not feel a trace of the power of the rules!

When Li Linfeng was exploring the prohibition of the lake, a group of ten people led by Leng Hanfeng had already come to the bamboo house by the lake! Surrounded by several medicinal fields, most of the medicinal materials planted in them did not know, after all, the families of several people did not know alchemy. In the family, there is no alchemist.

Even if he has lived for nearly two hundred years and has seen the profound sword demon cold wind, he is only like everyone else, and he only knows a few popular medicinal materials inside, such as Tian Qi, ginseng, atractylodes, golden sunflower, Ganoderma lucidum, etc.

And these medicinal materials that are also very Yangtze River outside are extremely precious when they arrive here, without it, any medicine that grows there for three hundred years or more will be extremely precious. Not to mention other unknown drugs, which should be something that has been lost over the years. Let's not talk about what is in the stone house, even if it is the medicine in this medicine garden, it is a priceless treasure for all sects.

So everyone looked at these precious things with their eyes, and wanted to dig them out and bring them back, and find someone to refine them into pills. Leng Hanfeng's face was indifferent, and he said lightly: "The real good things are in the bamboo house, let's go first." As for the medicinal herbs, the deity doesn't need them, and when they come out, you're digging, and you can take as much as you want. ”

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and was overjoyed. Even Dongfang Qingxue, who had always been cold, couldn't help but show a smile on his face, and followed the cold wind towards the bamboo house.

After all, Leng Hanfeng was a master of the God Realm, and if he took a fancy to some of the precious medicinal materials here, no one would dare to refuse.

A group of ten people walked into the bamboo house, and what caught their eyes was a hall of only more than ten square meters, and the furnishings inside were very simple, only a bamboo chair, a bamboo table and a futon, which were simple but spotless.

Directly opposite the hall is a smooth wall with three paintings that are still vivid even after a long period of turbidity, as if they were printed!

The painting in the middle depicts a monk with handsome facial features, about 20 years old, dressed in white and dusty, like frost and snow, with a bald head and a peaceful face!

Even if it's just a portrait, everyone still feels a strong Zen spirit in it!

On the right side of the monk's painting, there is a strange portrait, the same lifelike, there is also a monk in the middle of the painting, the difference is that this monk is riding on a snow-white, without a trace of impurities on a white horse, wearing a robe, wearing a Pilu hat, compared to the monk in the middle painting, the Zen on the body is much weaker!

In front of the monk riding on a white horse, a monkey and a standing pig with a nine-toothed nail rake in his hand are drawn, and behind the white horse is a bald man with a beard, carrying a crescent shovel, which is full of salutes!

On the left side of the monk's painting is a middle-aged man wearing a cyan Taoist robe and combing his Taoist head, standing on a towering mountain peak, surrounded by clouds and mist, making a posture of looking into the distance!

All three paintings are extremely realistic, with a vivid look on their faces, and their faces are depicted in great detail and lifelike, as if they were standing right in front of your eyes!

"Look at this painting, is it very familiar! It seems to be a ......" The woman with the veil pointed to the painting on the right, her white brows were slightly wrinkled, she always felt that this painting was somewhat familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it, and she wanted to stop talking for a while!

"Journey to the West!"

Dongfang Qingxue's cold voice sounded, and the woman suddenly showed a suddenly realized expression, and shouted happily: "That's right, it's Journey to the West!

"Then the monk on the painting in the middle should be Tang Seng!" The Qingshan man nodded and pointed to the Taoist on the left: "Who is this?"

Everyone present shook their heads in confusion, recognizing Tang Seng and his apprentice because Journey to the West is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is shown on TV every year. Among the people present, I am afraid that except for the cold wind that was born a long time ago, everyone watched this TV series when they were young.

Therefore, there is nothing strange about recognizing the person in the painting!

As for the Taoist on the left, there is no reference, who knows who he is?

"Look, there are seals here in the three paintings!" shouted the woman in red, pointing to the lower left corner of the painting, and everyone looked down, and sure enough, there was a red seal pattern there.

"There's a son on it!" said the woman in red, and read the son!

"Who is the Sheyang Mountain Man?" the people present were confused!

"It's Wu Chengen's name!"

Dongfang Qingxue said lightly, she is a scholar!

"Wu Chengen, who wrote Journey to the West, this person is Wu Chengen, and these three paintings were painted by him! Could it be that this is his hermitage, so why did he hang Tang Seng's painting in the middle, but hung his own painting on the left!"

The people present were even more confused, Journey to the West is just a novel written by Wu Chengen. In the old-fashioned and hierarchical society of ancient times, since Wu Chengen, as the author, hung the portrait of the protagonist of the novel, a fictional character, in the middle of his seclusion, and his portrait on the left, this is unreasonable!

"Leave that alone, there are four boxes here. Leng Hanfeng just glanced at the portrait casually, and after not finding anything strange on it, he urged impatiently. He wasn't interested in caring about this mess, he didn't even know who Wu Chengen was!

"Open it and take a look. What's in there!" Leng Hanfeng pointed to the bamboo table under the portrait, on which there happened to be four jade boxes.

Everyone immediately stopped the discussion and looked at the four jade boxes with fiery eyes!

Leng Hanfeng is right, Wu Chengen has been dead for hundreds of years. Why did he hang the portrait of Tang Seng here, what did he care about them!

I still care about the treasures in front of me!