There were indeed many temples in Dynasty.
The closer they were to the capital, the more common the temples were.
On the contrary, Daoist temples were very rare.
Thus, Zhou Fan spent the next five years visiting all the temples in the entire dynasty and admiring the Buddha statues.
At the same time, he also realized that Ji Ruxue was right. These Buddha statues were enveloped in dark energy as if they were absorbing and suppressing the imperial dragon energy.
However, the Buddha statue did not provide as many Comprehension points as the Dark Maitreya Buddha, which was generally 1-5 points.
But there were too many Buddha statues.
It could almost be described as flooding.
Zhou Fan had obtained 270,000 Comprehension Points from the Buddha statues alone.
Other than admiring the Buddha statue.
In the past five years, he had spent a lot of money to nurture those poor scholars and let them paint, especially the portraits of life, to record the changes in the dynasty.
This was because only this kind of map provided more Comprehension Points.
……
In the blink of an eye, another ten years passed.
Beiguo County.
The old locust tree in the courtyard grew larger and larger.
Every time Zhou Fan finished a painting, the spirituality of the old locust tree would increase by a little.
As time passed.
It condensed a spirit soul once again.
However, compared to the initial spirit possession, the spirit soul condensed by the old locust tree this time was filled with the spirit of a scholar. Occasionally, it would even use a branch to paint in the courtyard in high spirits.
But they were all drawn secretly at night.
During the day, it would erase its own paintings.
On this day.
To Zhou Fan's surprise, the painting by the old locust tree in the courtyard was not erased.
He walked to the center of the courtyard.
He looked at the painting and froze on the spot.
This painting depicted the scene of his sister wiping her tears in the courtyard every time she did something wrong when he was young.
The painting was extremely lifelike.
It even stirred Zhou Fan's thoughts. It was as if he had returned to his childhood and was seeing memories of the past.
"Ding! Congratulations on comprehending yourself from the painting and the true meaning of the human world.”
A voice sounded in his mind.
However, Zhou Fan stood still.
After a long time.
He couldn't help but reach out his hand.
The old locust tree swayed, and a branch floated into Zhou Fan's hand.
He moved.
The tree branches danced like sword techniques.
In the courtyard, on the walls, on the stone platform, there were traces of tree branches everywhere.
the brush wanders between dragons and snakes.
One after another, lifelike paintings appeared.
"Ding! Congratulations on comprehending the Spring and Autumn Writing Technique. Comprehension 100.”
"Ding! Congratulations, your drawing skills have reached perfection. Comprehension 150.”
"Ding! Congratulations, your painting skills are extraordinary, comprehension 200.”
“……”
One after another, notifications rang out.
However, Zhou Fan seemed to have fallen into a state of self-control, and his hands did not stop moving.
He only stopped abruptly when he covered the last spot in the yard that could be painted with tree branches.
Whoosh.
In an instant.
Like a piece of white paper splashed with ink, the paintings in the courtyard, on the stone platform, and on the walls came alive.
"Sister, hurry up and eat."
"Little brother, I earned a few more copper coins today. When I have enough in the future, I will buy you a book.”
"Sis, I secretly kept half a drumstick.”
"Little brother, look at what this is. Brush, you will definitely become a scholar!”
“……”
In the courtyard.
Memories were everywhere.
The childish voices of children rang out continuously. There was ringing laughter, crying, lamenting, and arguing with red faces.
Looking at these scenes.
Zhou Fan's expression was calm as he muttered,""So this is what painting is, and this is what life is. I've seen countless paintings, dark Buddha statues, Daoist catalog…I never thought that I would only understand the form and lose the reality.”
"You're wrong. You shouldn't have done this."
As he muttered, his figure disappeared.
"Old Locust Tree, guard this place for me."”
The huge old locust tree swayed.
Twenty-five years after descending into the second small world.
The dynasty now had an ascetic monk who traveled the world.
The ascetic monk was Zhou Fan.
He followed the portraits of those destitute scholars and set off from Beiguo County. Along the official roads, rivers, and rivers, he traveled through thirty-six states and one hundred and forty-eight prefectures of the dynasty…
During this period, he had seen the famine of exchanging children for food, the absurdity of worshiping river demons, and the Buddhist temple that devoured traveling merchants.
Countless scenes that he had only seen in paintings were displayed before his eyes.
Zhou Fan was like a passer-by, witnessing the chaotic world of demons and the destruction of the empire.
This place was filled with darkness.
This place was filled with despair.
He knew that even if he attacked and destroyed the source of all this-the Dark Maitreya Buddha and the Descender.
He could not save this world.
Therefore…
After he finished painting in the courtyard back then, he said," I was wrong. I shouldn't have done this."
However…
At that moment.
The demons were in chaos, and the destruction of the dynasty had already become a major trend.
Under the might of the heavens.
He couldn't change it.
He could save a dynasty, but he could not save a world that was heading towards the abyss of destruction.
However…
Zhou Fan did not give up.
……
Forty-five years of cold and heat quietly passed.
The entire dynasty had been destroyed for more than ten years under the acceleration of Ji Ruxue and the other descenders.
Other than the Northern Mountain Prefecture, the other 35 prefectures were filled with fiendish demons. There were no cocks for thousands of miles, and a large number of people fled to the Northern Mountain Prefecture.
Beiguo County became the last paradise in the world.
Huo Mountain Prefecture.
In the ancient temple, under the Maitreya Buddha.
Hundreds of descenders gathered to worship.
The young man who had led them back then was now a middle-aged man.
He was wearing a black robe and a Maitreya Buddha mask, but his eyes were still as cold as ice.
"The Dark Maitreya Buddha is just a step away from reaching the limit of this small world, the True Yang Realm. Tomorrow, when I break through the Northern Mountain Prefecture, you can freely search for the resources of this world and obtain reincarnation points.”
The other descenders looked at each other.
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
They were still willing to stay in this small world because of the resources and the evaluation.
After all, the opportunity to descend into a small world was very precious.
No one was willing to leave early.
The next day.
Millions of demons in the entire Empire had gathered.
The earth shook.
The black clouds covered the sky and rolled toward the Northern Mountain Manor.
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