This made him shiver instantly!
According to Mrs. Jiang, this painting was made by her ancestors in their old age.
Since he is old, he must have parted with Meng Changsheng long ago.
The ancestor of the Jiang family did not have the talent to master spiritual energy, so apart from taking two rejuvenation pills and living longer than ordinary people, it is absolutely impossible for him to possess spiritual energy.
This also means that the painting he painted in his old age should not have any aura.
However, there is indeed a very subtle trace of spiritual energy in this painting. Ye Chen couldn’t help asking himself in his heart: “Could it be that this spiritual energy was left by Meng Changsheng?! Maybe the Jiang family didn’t know that Meng Changsheng once had a certain period of time. Come back!”
Thinking of this, he immediately calmed down, distributed some spiritual energy, and carefully covered the whole painting, looking for the source of that trace of spiritual energy.
Soon, he found traces of that aura on the head of Meng Changsheng’s portrait.
Ye Chen was overjoyed, and immediately used aura to perceive the other party. At the moment when the two auras merged, a picture from the first perspective suddenly flooded into Ye Chen’s mind!
In the picture, a grand funeral is being held in a mountain village. The people at the funeral are not dressed in modern times, but look more like the costumes of the Tang Dynasty.
Ye Chen could recognize from the topography that this mountain village was exactly the one where Mrs. Jiang lived.
And the mountain village in the picture does not look as dilapidated as it is today. In the mountain village in the picture, there is a rather grand wooden courtyard, with carved beams and painted buildings everywhere. It looks like a wealthy family.
However, the funeral in the picture is not a coherent real-time picture, but more like a time-lapse photography that is fast forwarded many times.
A crowd gathered in front of the coffin in the main room, a middle-aged man knelt down and wailed loudly, and a group of women and children were also crying incessantly behind, and there were three paintings hanging on the wall directly opposite, and it was Ye Chen who died in Jiang Lao’s life. The three pictures I saw at my wife’s house.
The following picture shows people crying and mourning. Although there are many etiquettes, but fortunately, the whole picture is very fast, and the ceremony is completed one by one like a horse watching flowers.
After all the necessary etiquette was completed, more than a dozen middle-aged men carried the coffin to the foot of the back mountain and buried the coffin here.
Afterwards, a group of people returned to the wooden deep house compound, the bustle faded away, several female family members left with their families one after another, leaving the middle-aged man alone in the mourning hall.
However, the middle-aged man couldn’t see any pain on his face. Instead, he stood in the middle of the main room with a happy face, looked at the portrait of Meng Changsheng on the central wall, and said with a smile: “Meng Patriarch, my father passed away three days ago. I have passed away, and today I have been buried in the earth. Even if you have the ability to bring the dead back to life, it may be in vain now. If you can really find the return of longevity, you should give me the opportunity that promised my father back then. My father lived a long life of one hundred and ten For three years, I am envious of others, I am now forty-two, I only hope that you can live long and fulfill the promise of the year as soon as possible!”
Although the middle-aged man’s words were difficult to understand, Ye Chen still understood what he meant. He should be the son of the ancestor of the Jiang family. At this time, he was standing in front of the portrait of Meng Changsheng, muttering that he wanted Meng Changsheng to get him soon. Changsheng, and then come back to give him the chance that he promised his father back then.
To put it bluntly, he was looking forward to Meng Changsheng’s return so that he too could live forever.
After this person spoke, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the main room, and he lay down on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, a middle-aged man in a green shirt came in with powerful steps. This man’s clothes and appearance were the same as the portrait of Meng Changsheng, but he looked a little younger than the portrait of Meng Changsheng.