After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

So Chen Pingan and Edwards took their families to the exhibition hall in the city.

Chen Pingan grew up in Yuncheng and had never been to the Northwest in his two lives.

He and Chen Shuhui followed Liu Qing and Chen Shaohua on both sides. Brianna and Edwards held Delma's hand, and bodyguards followed behind them. After they walked into the exhibition hall with the crowd, the first thing they saw was an extremely shocking huge thangka.

It was a thangka with a black base tone.

The estimated size is 8m x 6m and it is suspended from mid-air.

On the other side, there is also a huge Buddha statue hanging.

Red-based.

The contrast between red and black is extremely eye-catching.

There is nothing beautiful about the color alone.

But the Buddha statues in the two paintings made him stunned.

He has no idea about these things and has never come into contact with them.

However, the red-based Buddha statue on the right gave him a huge shock the moment he saw it.

The exhibition hall was warm like spring and there were a lot of people.

Although China has been exporting its culture for decades, as a vast country with a vast array of cultural diversity, Westerners still have only a limited understanding of these things.

I can only say that I have heard of it and seen it, but I don’t understand it at all.

Isn’t this something Buddhist?

Do not!

That's not the case.

A person speaking standard Chinese was giving the explanation, and the crowd around was listening and expressing their admiration.

Chen Ping'an stood there, completely unaware that his parents and Huihui had gone somewhere else.

Although it was not the first time they saw it, they still felt they could take a closer look.

Chen Pingan's mood has become extremely calm from the initial shock to the current pause.

The portrait has a red base and a Buddha statue outlined in golden lines. The Buddha is sitting cross-legged on a huge lotus seat, one hand pointing to the sky and the other hand resting peacefully on his knee.

A circle of Buddha's light behind the head shines in all directions.

What came to Chen Ping'an's mind were not words of praise, but his experiences in his previous life.

Two bodyguards stood two steps behind him, looking at the crowd around them and protecting him diligently.

In the previous life, from the time of his eighteenth birthday, to his death by Fang Hongjun, to his wandering with Fang Hongjun for more than ten years, and then his rebirth, everything until now, flowed through his mind quickly like a video played at super fast speed.

When the video in his mind was in perfect sync with reality, that is, at this very moment, he found that his mood suddenly became like a pool of still water, without any ripples.

Chen Pingan closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he turned around and beckoned to one of the bodyguards.

"Go find out who painted this painting and whether they're willing to sell it!"

Also, is the painter here?"

The bodyguard nodded and left.

Chen Pingan looked around and found that on the huge screen on the other side, what was being shown was a hand holding a paintbrush. At this moment, with indescribable beauty, it was sketching the hem of a Buddha statue on the white paper like flowing water.

That hand held a pen, and another pen was held horizontally between the index and middle fingers.

That hand is slender and long.

It was obviously a woman's hand.

Under the camera, the hem of the clothes was quickly outlined.

Then, the hand quickly changed the pen and began to draw different cloud patterns on the hem of the clothes.

Chen Ping'an couldn't help but stare at the screen, watching intently like the other visitors.

Soon, he heard the bodyguard's voice.

"Boss, that painter is painting right now, and that's her on the big screen you're looking at.

The giant Buddha statue is too big. I asked and they have smaller ones for sale, but they are hung on the other wall."

Chen Pingan nodded.

"Got it. Take me to where the artist paints."

The bodyguard pointed to the bottom of the huge screen.

“Over there, where the people are gathered.

That woman is painting!"