"Lian" Yang Yibu pointed at the black smoke.

A faint flame appeared on the remnant spirit's body, and the flame quickly grew larger, and the overwhelming fire enveloped the remnant spirit.

The remnants struggled and writhed violently in the fire, and the terrible screams and curses were endless.

Yang Yibu's face was indifferent, and he turned a deaf ear to the curses of the remnants.

As time passed, the remnants were no longer struggling, and the vicious cursing was silent.

A wisp of green smoke rose, and the remnant disappeared into the sky silently, only a wisp of green smoke was still floating in the air, and gradually, the green smoke also disappeared in the air, leaving no trace.

"Finally dead, you can't be a disaster in the world," Yang Yibu muttered as he looked at the empty air.

A wisp of melancholy surged into Yang Yibu's heart, life is like this, and one day will disappear in the powerful power.

Just like the remnant spirit, a small curse in life can form a shadow, enveloping the Sun family for many generations.

Packing up his mood, Yang Yibu stood up silently, walked out of the secret room, and calculated the time, Old Man Zhai should also arrive.

When Yang Yibu walked into the Tianjiguan Hall, sure enough, Old Man Zhai was already sitting in the hall, and Ma Shentian was sitting aside.

"Old Man Zhai" Yang Yibu smiled as soon as he walked into the main hall and waved at Old Man Zhai.

"Ibu, I'm embarrassed to be so polite," Old Man Zhai stood up and said to Yang Yibu.

"Old man Zhai, sit down, sit down" Yang Yibu hurriedly made a gesture of invitation to Old Man Zhai.

"Shentian, you go and call Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun, and by the way, ask the Dharma Protector Chen Xiaoyue to prepare a quiet room" After Old Man Zhai sat down, Yang Yibu turned to Ma Shentian and said.

"Yes, boss," Ma Shentian respectfully bowed to Yang Yibu before turning around and walking out of the hall.

"Ib, it's not that you want to paint a portrait?" asked Old Man Zhai after taking a sip of the strong tea he had just brewed.

"It's Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun, I want to paint the portrait of their master, their master has passed away a long time ago, I asked them to paint it, and the portrait of their master is of great use to me, so I must ask Old Man Zhai to bother a lot" Yang Yibu said to Old Man Zhai word by word, it can be seen that he is very concerned about this matter.

"Lord, Old Man Zhai" When Yang Yibu and Old Man Zhai were talking, Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun walked in and saluted Yang Yibu and Old Man Zhai.

"Here, you will try your best to depict your master's appearance in a while, and Old Man Zhai will help you draw it, Old Man Zhai is a national master," Yang Yibu said to Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun.

"Yes, Lord," Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun replied.

After a while, Chen Xiaoyue and Ma Shentian, the Heavenly Machine Protectors, also walked in.

"Lord, the ashram is ready," Dharma Protector Chen Xiaoyue said to Yang Yibu.

"Old Man Zhai, let's go" Yang Yibu made a gesture of invitation to Old Man Zhai, then stood up and walked out of the hall with Chen Xiaoyue.

In the quiet room, Yang Yibu watched for a while, then said hello to Old Man Zhai and left.

Yang Yib was not interested in painting in the first place, and his presence in the quiet room would affect the cooperation of the three of them, so Yang Yib withdrew early.

The waiting time is long, especially the anxious waiting time.

In the midst of thousands of expectations, three days passed, and on this day, the three old men Zhai who had stayed at home finally walked out of the quiet room.

Seeing that his hair was messy, his eyes were blood-red, and he had two panda eyes, Yang Yibu, the old man of Zhai who was tired and had vague steps, was taken aback.

Isn't it just a painting, how can you make it look like this bear, this is too exaggerated.

"Yibu, fortunately, I have finally drawn it" As soon as he saw Yang Yibu, Old Man Zhai said as impatiently as if offering a treasure.

"Let's go, go to the main hall and open it, I'll take a look," Yang Yibu said excitedly, walking towards the main hall in three steps and two steps, looking a little like a child who had just received the New Year's money, and was very excited.

In the main hall, Old Man Zhai opened the picture scroll that was tightly held in his hand.

Yang Yibu looked at it, and in the painting was a thin old man, with the hair on his head pulled into a daoji, a hairpin inserted on the daoji, a pair of eyes half-closed and half-open, a long beard fluttering under the chin, hands behind his back, looking up at the sky, a picture of fairy wind and bones.

"Dali, Tianlun, a little like your master," Yang Yibu asked, looking fixedly at the figure in the painting.

"I don't know," Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun said in unison.

"Why, you don't even know your master," Yang Yibu asked suspiciously.

"Why don't we know our master, but at first glance it looks exactly the same as our master, but after looking at it for a long time, I found that he doesn't look like a master at all" Niu Dali's eyes were bigger than the cow's eggs, and he said angrily, with a blank look on his face.

"Tianlun, how do you feel?" asked Yang Yibu as he looked at Zhang Tianlun, who was staring at the painting closely.

"I can't tell you anymore, at first glance it doesn't look like a master, but after a closer look, I found that this is the master, but after a long time, I found that this is not the master at all, as if this painting has changed" Zhang Tianlun's eyes stared at the person on the painting for a moment.

"Yes, yes, this painting will change," Niu Dali quickly interjected.

"Hell it, I can't see that it will change, I painted it according to what you said, the characteristics of your master" Old Man Zhai also stared at the painting in his hand tightly, and his face couldn't hide the grievances and doubts.

"Old man Zhai, don't be angry, I don't see that this painting will change, but I already know why Dali and Tianlun will see the reason why this painting will move" Yang Yibu persuaded Old Man Zhai before he said slowly.

"What is the reason" Old Man Zhai, Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun asked Yang Yibu suspiciously.

They were waiting, waiting for Yang Yib to give them the most reasonable explanation, and Yang Yib was an omnipotent god in their minds.

Since Yang Yib said that he already knew the reason, then Yang Yib would definitely tell them the reason.

"Image Seal," Yang Yibu whispered.

"Image seal, what is this, why have I never heard of it" Old Man Zhai looked at Yang Yibu with a confused expression.

Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun were also full of doubts, and struggled away from the painting, raising their heads with difficulty to look at Yang Yibu.

Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun have never left the painting since the moment they entered the main hall and saw the painting, and they were already deeply immersed in the painting.

The master in the painting has always had a kind of magic, dragging their eyeballs and gaze fiercely, preventing them from leaving.

"Image sealing, is a kind of spell commonly used in the cultivation world, the sealer can let the allowed people remember his appearance with his own permission, such as relatives, friends, disciples, etc., he does not allow others to remember himself, others will not be able to remember his appearance, Dali and Tianlun's master used this kind of image sealing spell" Yang Yibu said slowly.

"We let Dali and Tianlun tell their master's appearance, which means that we are peeping at their master's appearance, which is beyond the scope of their master's permission, which stimulates the seal left by their master in their memory, so that they can't tell the master's facial features, and it also makes them linger between truth and falsehood, and can't tell which is true and which is fake, resulting in people who peep at his appearance also find nothing" After a pause, Yang Yibu continued.

"This is too perverted," Old Man Zhai said angrily.

It's no wonder that Old Man Zhai would say this, because Old Man Zhai is just a mortal, he doesn't know anything about the cultivation realm at all, and he can't understand some strange things in the cultivation realm.

"No wonder it's like this" After listening to Yang Yibu's words, Niu Dali and Zhang Tianlun finally understood.

It is no wonder that when they look at the portrait, they feel that the portrait will change, sometimes like the master, sometimes not like the master, this is all the master's own ghost, the purpose is not to let others know their appearance.

"Why, Master, what should you do with this painting painted by Old Man Zhai, I don't think this is our master" Zhang Tianlun glanced at Old Man Zhai, and then said to Yang Yibu.

"Stay with me, Old Man Zhai has worked hard, I'll stay as a souvenir" Yang Yibu gently took the painting from Old Man Zhai's hand.