Entry copying begins with kidnapping Wang Yuyan

He quickly sketched a few lines, thought for a moment, and then added a dot to the eyes of the girl in the painting.

Suddenly, the style of the entire painting changed again, and the girl in the painting seemed to come alive.

"Why do I feel like that girl is smiling at me?"

"Me too. Could it be that she was my wife in a past life?"

"You, a burly butcher, dare to dream such a thing?"

"I'm a butcher now, but couldn't I have been a noble young master in my past life?"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion and commotion, their faces filled with shock.

The young man in white exclaimed, "There's an old saying about adding the finishing touch to a painting, which I thought was just a legend. I never imagined that these few strokes would elevate the painting's artistic conception to a whole new level. It's simply exquisite."

"Since you spent over a hundred taels, my painting naturally cannot be inferior."

Upon hearing this, the slight displeasure in the hearts of many vendors vanished.

This kind of painting is indeed beyond their reach. Even if dozens of them pooled their money to buy it, they would ultimately be unable to keep it.

This painting is clearly a rare masterpiece.

"Are you a member of the martial arts world?"

The young man in white was examining the painting, waiting for the ink to dry, when he suddenly asked a question.

"I'd say half. I just started cultivating yesterday, and I don't know when I'll be able to roam the world on my own."

The young man in white sized up Li Mo: "The martial world may not be a good place. You make a living by painting, which may be safer for you than wandering the martial world."

"That's true."

As they spoke, the young man in white took the calligraphy and painting, then turned and left.

"May we meet again someday."

"May we meet again someday."

"Never again? Forget about it." After seeing that entry for "demoness," Li Mo had no intention of ever seeing her again.

When watching TV or reading novels, the enchantress seems cute.

But the demoness is truly deadly!

His martial arts skills are not high enough now, so he can't handle someone like that, no matter how beautiful she is.

He picked up his brush again and started drawing; this time, he drew an image of Guanyin.

After painting, Li Mo noticed something—his painting skills seemed to have inexplicably become more advanced.

At least before he transmigrated, his final touch wasn't that magical; it was merely a matter of skillful technique, not a truly expressive one.

Could it be that painting has become a skill recognized by the panel, possessing the characteristic of "once certified, forever certified, never regressing, only improving"?

To verify his idea, Li Mo started drawing immediately, going all out.

As for whether carrying ten taels of gold would pose any danger?

This is Wuxi City, and the Murong family's influence is everywhere.

Abi and Azhu had already instructed the nearby shopkeepers to keep an eye on things, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Concentrating intently, completely forgetting oneself.

It's unclear how much time passed, but Li Mo finally stopped after the last stroke.

Looking up, I saw a crowd of onlookers, more than a dozen layers deep, blocking the entire street.

Li Mo even saw yamen runners among the onlookers, but none of them stepped forward to stop them; instead, some of them looked devout.

Even more extreme, some people knelt down on the ground.

Looking at the time again, I saw that it was already getting dark.

"Young master, you've been drawing this for a long time!"

Abi's voice came from behind.

Li Mo turned around and saw A Zhu and A Bi standing behind him, looking at the Guanyin in the painting with great interest.

Azhu exclaimed, "This painting is truly magical. Just looking at it brings me peace of mind, as if a Bodhisattva has descended to earth. It's truly wondrous."

Upon hearing the two women speak, the onlookers quietly echoed their sentiments.

"Yes, I feel the same way. Seeing Guanyin Bodhisattva calms my mind a lot."

"Could it be that this painter really invited a Bodhisattva? But he also painted such alluring women before, it's practically blasphemy."

"Layman, you're attached to appearances." An old monk strode over, initially several dozen meters away, but by the time he finished speaking, he was already close by. "The Lotus Sutra says: 'He appears in whatever form is needed to save those who need to be saved, and teaches the Dharma in that form.' The thirty-three manifestations of a Bodhisattva have always been different. A seductive woman is not blasphemous; on the contrary, it shows that the painter must be quite knowledgeable about Buddhist principles."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked over.

"It's a monk from Shuiyue Temple. I didn't expect him to come too."

"The Guanyin statue at Shuiyue Temple is renowned throughout Suzhou. Having heard that a wondrous Guanyin image has appeared here, how could I not come?"

The monk parted the crowd and approached. He saw the Guanyin in the painting with lowered eyebrows, her compassion lifelike. He couldn't help but put his hands together and say, "Amitabha, Guan Chan greets the Bodhisattva."

He bowed, then looked at Li Mo and asked, "Painter, if I wish to take this Bodhisattva back to Shuiyue Temple, what would the price be?"

"Master, you can decide what to give."

The monk was taken aback, then rummaged in his sleeve for a while and handed over a stack of silver notes.

Li Mo took it and was shocked to find that there were as many as 1,500 taels of silver: "Master Guanchan, isn't this too much?"

The monk Guan Chan said, "Not much, not much. Such a portrait is priceless to Buddhists. Benefactor, can this painting now be mine?"

Li Mo nodded: "Since the master is so kind, this painting naturally belongs to the master."

Overjoyed, the monk Guanchan clasped his hands together in prayer to Li Mo, then bowed to the Bodhisattva before rolling up the painting and flying away.

They were so eager, just like little kids who had just received a treasure.

As the painting disappeared, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

Li Mo moved the table and chairs away, looked at Abi and Azhu, and said, "Let's go back too."

"We really should go back now, or it'll get dark soon." Abi looked at the sky. "I didn't expect that your painting skills are so extraordinary, young master. You earned 1,500 taels in just one day."

Li Mo took out a gold ingot: "Actually, it's 1,600 taels. Looks like I can get a good night's sleep tomorrow and won't have to go out."

Azhu smiled sweetly: "With over a thousand taels of silver, it's enough to buy a large estate, some servants and maids, and make a comeback. There's really no need to come to the city to sell paintings anymore!"

Abi was taken aback upon hearing this, glanced at Li Mo, and felt a slight sense of loss.

"Abi, what are you thinking about?" Azhu shook Abi's shoulder. "Young Master Li wants to return your money!"

Abi looked up and saw Li Mo handing her a ten-tael silver coin.

Abi took it: "I'll give you the change tomorrow, young master."

"No need..." Seeing Abi's dissatisfied look, Li Mo changed his mind, "Just buy me some paint, I don't want to go out tomorrow, so I'll trouble you, little sister Abi."

Azhu joked, "They're even calling me 'little sister' now."

Abi blushed: "Sister Azhu, you talk too much. Young Master Li was just being polite."

At this moment, she felt much better.

……

"Good sister, please transfer this painting to me. I'll offer two hundred taels."

Inside the restaurant.

Yin Yewang rubbed his hands together, gazing longingly at the painting in front of his sister.

This painting is so beautiful!

Even though he was used to seeing all sorts of people, he had never seen such a captivating person before; she was practically the embodiment of desire.

Just one glance is enough to set your heart ablaze.

If you could keep it at home and admire it every day, that would be the life of a god.

Yin Susu snorted upon hearing this and put the scroll away: "No, this painting is too harmful to your health. Father might blame me then. Brother, you should think about where to inquire about the Liancheng treasure."

Yin Yewang was somewhat disappointed and said, "The legend of the Liancheng Treasure has been passed down for hundreds of years, yet no one in the martial world has found it. For us to find this treasure is simply wishful thinking. Let's just consider this trip a relaxing break. By the way, Father said that you're not getting any younger, so you should keep an eye out for talented young men on this trip and see if there's anyone you like."

The image of the painter flashed through Yin Susu's mind, and she raised an eyebrow: "Brother, do you think I eat too much at home and are draining your family fortune?"

Yin Yewang rolled his eyes: "You know perfectly well that's not what I meant; you're just worried about your sister's future. Don't worry, when you get married, your father and I will definitely give you a generous dowry!"

Helpless, Yin Susu changed the subject: "Let's discuss where we should visit in the next few days."

The words had barely left his mouth when he suddenly felt a terrifying aura rise up, followed by the inn's doors and windows shaking slightly.

Yin Yewang was shocked: "The aura of a Grandmaster is rising from within the city! Who is making this move?!"