Chapter: 5259

In the painting, Meng Changsheng from Shenfeng Pavilion again appeared, a scene that had left Ye Dian somewhat absent-minded when he saw it in the old house at Shunanh River. At that time, the painting was hung high on the wall, with dim lighting, and Jiang Lao Taitai told him about those stories, which made Ye Dian lose focus. So he didn't pay too much attention to the painting.

But now, having spread it out in front of him under the reading light on the plane, Ye Dian was impressed by the painting's craftsmanship and vitality, and he burst into applause.

Because ancient Chinese people valued flavor and not reality, most famous artists from that era were actually not good at realism. Mountains, water, fish, and animals are all more focused on conveying a sense of energy and life.

The ancestor's painting in Jiang's family is also in the traditional style of national paintings, but it is extremely meticulous in its details, making Meng Changsheng appear very realistic and lively, even the long beard flowing in the wind looks incredibly lifelike.

It was likely that during the Tang Dynasty, there was no habit of signing one's name on a painting. Ye Dian did not find any inscription on the painting, but he is convinced that if this painting were to be publicly displayed, its unique style would probably stir up a storm in the art world.

Perhaps even the ranking of famous painters during the Tang Dynasty would need to be rewritten.

However, Ye Dian naturally had no such intention. He decided to treasure the painting well and keep it hidden from others when he returned to Jinling.

As he gazed at the painting with an unwavering gaze for a long time, just as he was about to roll up the painting again, he suddenly felt that there were some subtle spiritual fluctuations emanating from within.

This sudden realization made him stiffen his entire body instantly!

According to Jiang Lao Tai Tai's account, this painting was created by her ancestors in their old age.

Since it was done in their old age, it must have been long since Meng Changsheng had passed away.

Jiang's ancestors did not possess the innate ability to grasp spirit energy, so besides taking two Revival Pills and living slightly longer than ordinary people, there was no way for them to possess spirit energy.

This means that this painting, created in old age, should not have any spirit energy present at all.

However, this painting indeed contains very subtle spiritual fluctuations. Ye Dian's heart involuntarily wondered: "Could this be the lingering spirit left by Meng Changsheng?! Perhaps Jiang's family members do not know that Meng Changsheng had returned at some point in time!"

As he thought about this, he immediately calmed down his mind and carefully divided out a portion of spirit energy to cover the entire painting, searching for the source of those spiritual fluctuations.

Soon enough, he found the faint spiritual aura emanating from the head of Meng Changsheng's portrait.

Ye Dian's heart was filled with joy, and he immediately used spirit energy to sense his surroundings. In that instant when two spirit energies merged, a scene suddenly flashed into Ye Dian's mind in first-person perspective!

In this scene, a mountain village was holding a grand funeral ceremony in the middle of nowhere. The people attending the ceremony were not dressed in modern attire and looked more like they belonged to the Tang Dynasty.

However, this mountain village in the painting seemed to be unaffected by time, with a large wooden courtyard and intricately carved beams and paintings. It was as if it belonged to a wealthy family.

The funeral procession in the painting was not a real-time recording but rather a fast-forwarded video. People were gathered around the coffin, wailing and crying uncontrollably, while on the opposite wall hung three paintings that Ye Dian had seen at Jiang's house earlier.

As everyone finished paying their respects, over ten sturdy men carried the coffin to the back mountain and buried it there.

Afterward, people returned to the wooden mansion, gradually calming down. A few women cried and left with their families, leaving only a middle-aged man standing alone in the ancestral hall.

However, this man's face showed no signs of sadness; instead, he smiled joyfully and stood in front of Meng Changsheng's portrait, saying: "Meng Old Ancestor, my father passed away three days ago and has already entered the afterlife. Today, I have also laid him to rest. You now have the power to revive the dead. If you can indeed find a way to return to life, as promised, it would be perfect. My father lived for 113 years, outliving many others. Now that I am 42, I only hope that you can soon achieve immortality and fulfill our promise!"

In essence, this middle-aged man was begging Meng Changsheng to come back, so he could also live forever.

After he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew into the hall, and then he lay down on the ground and fell asleep deeply. JrNovels.com