Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

The most important thing is that Zhishen not only kept it, but also passed it on to his apprentices, which is enough to prove that senior Zhishen really valued the ancestors of their family.

Seeing this, the young Buddhist was so excited that he almost shed tears. With trembling hands, he reached out and took the painting tube handed over by Zhishen.

Then the young Buddhist on the spot opened the painting tube and looked at the well-preserved scroll inside. The young Buddhist finally couldn't help it and burst into tears on the spot.

Zhishen had a helpless look on his face when he saw this, but he couldn't say anything to comfort him, so he could only wait silently for the young Buddhist to recover.

"Sir, although you gave me this scroll today, I still have a request. I wonder if you can agree to it?"

After a long time, the young Buddhist finally calmed down, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and then asked Zhishen.

"Hmm? What a request, but it doesn't matter."

Zhishen said casually. Hearing this, the young man put away the painting tube in his hand, and then took out a set of objects used by painters from the storage ring.

"Are you planning to paint for me?"

"Exactly, although my painting skills are not as good as those of my ancestors, since I am lucky enough to meet you today, if I don't paint a painting for you, I'm afraid I will be scolded by my parents and ancestors if they see it in the future."

The young Buddhist said with a solemn expression, obviously he was serious about painting Zhishen.

"In that case, just go ahead and paint. I hope your painting skills aren't too bad."

Zhishen nodded, and then subconsciously made a gesture. The young Buddhist nodded with gleaming eyes, and then quickly picked up the brush.

Zhang Yifeng was silently sipping spiritual tea and looking at the paintings made by the young Buddhist for Zhishen.

I have to say that this young Buddhist came from a family of painters, and his painting skills are indeed good.

After a long time, the young Buddhist added the last stroke, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and nodded to Zhishen with excitement.

"The painting is finished, sir, please take a look."

The young Buddhist picked up the painting in his hand and handed it to Zhishen, with a look of anticipation in his eyes.

Zhishen took the scroll and was silent for a moment. His face was neither sad nor happy, and his likes and dislikes could not be seen at all.

"Don't you like it? Then I can draw another one!"

The young Buddhist hurriedly said to Zhishen, fearing that Zhishen would not let him paint if he didn't like it.

"No, you misunderstood. It's because you are so good at painting. I think you have already touched the limits of your ancestor's painting skills. Although your paintings still reveal some youthfulness, I think as long as you practice more, you will be able to You can always thoroughly hone your painting skills to a level no less than those of your ancestors.”

"What's more, you are still young now. As long as you practice in your free time outside of practice, you can always erase the youthful atmosphere in the paintings."

After Zhishen finished speaking, an idea flashed in his hand, and the scroll in his hand was put into the storage ring by Zhishen.

"In this case, I will accept this scroll. I hope that your descendants can take this thing back from me or my disciples in the future."

Zhishen smiled slightly, and then nodded to the young Buddhist.

"Yes, yes! I will definitely work hard. When the time comes, I will definitely let my disciples or children come to you to get the scroll back!"

After the young Buddhist finished speaking, he ran out of the yard with an excited face. Seeing this, the other two Buddhists also hurriedly caught up with the young Buddhist.

Watching the three people leaving, Zhishen shook his head silently, then walked to the stone table and sat down silently.

"You are quite likely to cause trouble for me. Why, what are your plans?"

Zhishen picked up the spiritual tea brewed by Zhang Yifeng on the stone table, took out a teacup and poured it into it. After taking a sip, he asked Zhang Yifeng calmly.

"What other plans can there be? Now isn't it just to build your reputation? In just a short while, you already have two good names."

Zhang Yifeng said to Zhishen with an innocent face, then stood up and patted Zhishen on the shoulder with a look of sympathy on his face.

"Fellow Daoist Li, Friend Daoist Li, I'm afraid you'll have to work hard for another day or two, so you should take advantage of the time you can to rest and rest as much as possible."

After Zhang Yifeng finished speaking, an unfathomable smile appeared on his face, and then he put away the spiritual tea on the table, turned around and returned directly to his room.

Zhishen sat there, frowning and thinking about the meaning of Zhang Yifeng's words, but he couldn't figure out what Zhang Yifeng's words meant after thinking for a long time.

Is it possible that there will be some trouble coming in the next two days, but it doesn't matter, no matter how troublesome it is, it will be a piece of cake for him.

Zhishen's countless years have not been in vain. What kind of person has he not seen?

Thinking of this, Zhishen raised the spirit tea in his hand and drank it in one gulp.

Just like that, it was a night without words.

Zhang Yifeng and others had a peaceful sleep that night. Even Jin Lingyun and the young man in black did not come to look for Zhang Yifeng and Zhishen.

The next day, Zhang Yifeng got up from the bed early in the morning, then hurriedly washed and got dressed, and then trotted all the way to the door of the yard.

Then Zhang Yifeng took out the sign he had carved yesterday and hung it outside the yard.

Anyway, Zhishen couldn't resist, so he might as well enjoy it instead. Zhang Yifeng could also take this opportunity to earn some spiritual stones from Buddhists like Jinshan Temple, so why not do it.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yifeng waited silently for the first customer to come.

After a long time, the first guest finally arrived. He was a middle-aged Buddhist, wearing cassock and looking calm.

At this time, he had just walked to the yard when he saw Zhang Yifeng and the eye-catching wooden sign hanging next to him. Immediately, the middle-aged Buddhist's eyes widened and his calm aura changed.

"Ahem, little friend, is everything written on your sign true?"

The middle-aged Buddhist looked around and after confirming that no one was around, he changed his appearance as an expert, quickly came to Zhang Yifeng's stall, and asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's true, no matter how young you are! As long as you have enough spiritual stones, you can do anything!"

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand casually, and the middle-aged Buddhist's eyes lit up when he heard this. After confirming it again, he quickly took out a small storage ring from the storage ring.

"There are ten thousand spiritual stones inside. I want to talk to Zhishen Buddhist about my understanding of Buddhism. Is that okay?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yifeng picked up the storage ring and weighed it before nodding.

"Okay, Zhi Shen Buddhist disciple is already waiting for you inside. Remember not to talk about any topics other than Buddhism, otherwise I will notice it."

Zhang Yifeng said calmly, and then motioned for the middle-aged Buddhist to go in.

The middle-aged Buddhist nodded quickly when he saw this, then turned around and walked directly into the courtyard.