My 30 years of touching corpses in Yizhuang

"This stone wall has been destroyed like this, why do you need to repair it?"

"Because Monk Mingxin's last wish before his death was to see a woman on the wall, and there is one more sentence I need to convey."

"The woman on the wall? Is it the same as the picture of the assistant maid in your hand?"

"That's right, they're all painted skins."

"I didn't expect Monk Mingxin to have a passionate side."

Lin Xiang was noncommittal.

After taking a few steps back, the stone wall was repaired by the "Makeover Technique" he just performed, but the repaired area did not have the previous murals.

He is quite satisfied with the result.

Playing the things in his sleeves, he took out the "Miaobi Shenghuabi", holding this writing brush with special power, he took a deep breath.

I just hope that my kindergarten-level painting skills won't make the beauties on the wall too ugly.

Chapter 62 The Truth

Undoubtedly, we should start from the simplest place, so we chose to start from the dilapidated buildings on the murals.

With one stroke, Lin Xiang felt so transparent that he was able to learn without a teacher.

The pavilions and pavilions on the murals were completed in an instant.

Shui Niang stared at Lin Xiang's handsome figure when she was scribbling pen and ink.

stunned.

If Lin Xiang just carefully supplemented the previous murals, he might be surprised by Lin Xiang's craftsmanship, but he wouldn't be so surprised, but Lin Xiang's paintings are not just patterns, but the real world.

At this time, Shui Niang seems to be in the pavilions and pavilions.

As Lin Xiang completed the lake water in the pond under the bridge and finished the rain, Shuiniang immediately felt the coolness and pleasure of the soft wind blowing on the skin in the drizzle.

When Lin Xiang finished the flowers, immediately after, Shui Niang smelled the fragrance of flowers and heard the singing of birds.

It took nearly three hours for the entire stone wall forest to recover.

Then there are those women.

Lin Xiang had to stop for a while before he could continue. He was so concentrated for a long time that no one could hold on. He sat on the ground and looked back at a nest of foxes who were secretly hiding in the grass and peeping at him.

Among them is a little fox staring at the painting wall with shining eyes.

"come out."

A little fox ran to Lin Xiang from the grass without any hesitation, and sat down cross-legged, yes, you heard me right, sitting cross-legged.

Lin Xiang saw that the little fox could understand human speech, so he knew that it had cultivated into a spirit in this mountain forest.

There is no murderous intent on him yet, and it seems that he has not harmed anyone yet.

In such an environment, it is not easy to be able to cultivate into a monster without hurting people's lives.

"Do you know what happened in Banruo Temple?"

The little fox can't speak, but can use gestures.

Pretending to be an old man, he walked up and down in front of Lin Xiang.

"You mean the old monk?"

After the little fox nodded, he started punching and kicking, and then played dead.

"The old monk destroyed the Banruo Temple to such a dilapidated state?"

The little fox and chick nodded like pecking at rice.

"Do you know why the old monk did this?"

The little fox shook his head.

Lin Xiang guessed that the little fox didn't know, and it was normal that he didn't know.

It is a small monster, and I am afraid that it would not dare to approach here when the old monk was around.

It's almost time to rest, I got up and started to paint.

There were more than thirty women on the wall, and Lin Xiang picked the most beautiful and coquettish woman to start painting.

The pen in his hand swished the pen and ink in his hands.

After completing the first woman, she gradually regained her sanity and looked around in panic.

When it saw the water girl standing in the pavilion, it subconsciously floated to ask what happened.

It's a pity that Shuiniang is not a woman who loves fragrance and cherishes jade.

"Sister, you know."

After hearing the sound, Shuiniang turned her head slowly, and suddenly bared her fangs, frightening the girl, she hurriedly hid behind the pillar.

Everything that happened at this time was seen by Lin Xiang.

Seeing the woman's frightened face turn pale, he couldn't help being happy.

"Who is laughing?"

The woman poked her head out from behind the pillar on the wall, and finally noticed Lin Xiang.

"My son, you."

Lin Xiang glanced at her and reminded:

"Don't disturb my painting."

The woman hurriedly covered her mouth, not daring to make another sound.

Immediately, Lin Xiang put all his heart and soul into restoring the thirty or so women on the wall one by one with a paintbrush.

After painting the last girl, Lin Xiang was dripping with sweat and his clothes were soaked.

Playing the universe in his sleeves, put "Miaobi Shenghua" in his sleeves, and fell back exhausted.

Shui Niang hurriedly supported Lin Xiang's trembling body due to severe exhaustion.