When Wan Lin heard the little monk's cry, he raised his hand and patted the little monk's head and said with a smile: "Why do you have so many questions? You don't care whether you can draw or not. Some time ago, someone was nearby

I have seen the three people in the portrait in the mountainous area, can you see if they are the three people you and your second senior brother saw?"

"Yes, yes," the young monk replied quickly, and then lowered his head to look at the portrait. The adults around him also quickly stretched their heads and looked at the portrait intently.

The three people in the portrait all have high cheekbones, thick lips, small eyes, and dark complexions. All three of them wear a worn-out straw hat on their heads.

Chengru and others took a look at the portrait, stared at the portrait vigorously and said thoughtfully: "Are these three people no different from the people near the border? They are also dressed like hunters in the mountains." Several people followed and looked at the little boy who was still looking down at the portrait.

The monk looked away.

The little monk sat motionless on the bed, with the three portraits placed on his knees. He lowered his head and stared at each image, his round eyes moving back and forth, and he said to himself: "That's not right.

, the people in this painting don’t seem to be the three people I saw.”

When Wan Lin and others heard the young monk muttering to himself, they all had disappointed looks on their faces. They knew in their hearts that if the three people the young monk had seen were not the people in the portraits in front of them, it meant that their previous speculations were wrong.

All wrong.

Chengru and Dali opened their mouths to ask the young monk, but Wan Lin raised his hand to stop them. He looked at the young monk intently and said: "Jingheng, this is the previous stage. The nearby mountain people saw the portraits of three suspicious people in the mountain.

, this is just a simulated portrait drawn by police experts based on the description of the mountain people, so the portrait is different from the photo, and it may not be completely accurate."

Cheng Ru also looked at the young monk and said: "Yes, yes, this is just a simulated portrait drawn based on the memory of the mountain people. It will definitely be different from the three suspects. Young monk, you mainly look at the eyes and face in the portrait.

The shape of the face, the height of the cheekbones, the thickness of the lips, the width of the chin, etc.”

Wan Lin also followed up and said: "Yes, eyebrows and skin color can be changed with makeup, but people's eyes, expressions, and face shape cannot be changed by makeup. Jingheng, you just need to pay attention to these points. Come on, you can

look carefully."

When the young monk heard Chengru and Wan Lin's reminder, he quickly lowered his head and looked at the three portraits on his legs. He stared at the middle portrait with his round eyes and blurted out: "This person

It seems familiar!" He then picked up the middle portrait from his lap.

Wan Lin and others saw the young monk's expression and looked at the portrait in the young monk's hand. The person in the portrait had squinted eyes, high cheekbones, and thick lips that were slightly protruding forward. It looked like a border

indigenous peoples of the region or surrounding countries.

Wan Lin lowered his head and glanced at the image, then raised his head and looked at the young monk and asked: "Jing Heng, have you seen this person?" The young monk hesitated and replied: "I'm not sure about the other two images, but this one

The person looks familiar to me. However, that person is not like this."

Wan Lin then asked: "Are you sure?" The little monk stared at the image and pondered for a moment, then raised the portrait in his hand and replied: "I can't be sure about the other two, but now I can see the look in this person's eyes, this person is

The master my second senior brother mentioned."

He followed the gesture and said: "At that time, I was lying on the grass on the hillside and looked at it carefully from a high position. Although the portrait was not exactly like the master I saw, his eyes were like this, and there was a sense of smell in his eyes.

The thief's light gives people a gloomy impression, and I remember it very well, but this portrait doesn't fully capture the look in the man's eyes."

He then looked at the Feng Dao people around him and asked: "Brothers, if any of you can draw, I will draw." Wan Lin and the others looked at the little monk in astonishment, and Wan Lin asked: "You really know how to draw.

painting?"

The little monk turned over the portrait in his hand, raised his little face and said proudly: "I really know how to draw, and I can draw very well! Hey, you don't know, my master is very knowledgeable, he can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. I

I have been studying, painting, practicing martial arts, and hunting with my master since I was a child, and I can do these things as well."

Feng Dao looked at the young monk in astonishment and asked, "Master Changtian knows these things?" He really didn't expect that the grumpy old monk could actually read and draw such elegant things.

When the young monk heard Feng Dao's shocked words, he raised his hand and touched his bald head and replied: "Of course, my master knows a lot. Brother Feng, Brother Wan, it took too long for you to come to our Lingyi Temple.

Short, I didn’t take you to visit.”

"Actually, in the main hall behind our Lingyi Temple, there are many paintings and calligraphy painted by my master. They can be sold for high prices in the city, but the master refuses to sell them. He said he would leave them to us. Also, we

When we reshaped the Buddha's golden body, we did it ourselves, and we know a lot."

Wan Lin was overjoyed when he heard what the little monk said. He knew that although the little monk was already a teenager, he had lived in the mountains for a long time and still maintained his childlike innocence.

He quickly looked at Dali who picked up a ballpoint pen on the coffee table and shouted: "Great. Dali, please give the pen to Jingheng quickly and take the clip from the table."

Dali quickly handed the pen and clip on the coffee table to the young monk. The young monk picked up the pen and quickly drew the outline of a human face on the back of the portrait.

The young monk muttered while drawing: "This painting is really difficult to use, the lines are too thin. We all use brushes or burnt charcoal to draw in the temple, and I can draw it in a few strokes."

While he was muttering, a man with high cheekbones, thick lips, and squinted eyes appeared on the paper. This man's eyes had a cold look, and even the wrinkles on his clothes were expressed in a few lines.

To the fullest.

Wan Lin and others looked at the lifelike portrait on the screen in astonishment, opened their mouths vigorously and shouted: "Little monk, you are amazing, and you have such skills, you can draw really well!"

The young monk heard Dali's surprised cry. He handed the pen and clip to Dali and said seriously: "Brother Dali, I am really good! It's just that this kind of ballpoint pen doesn't work well, otherwise I could draw even better than this one."

, my master all praises me for how good I am at painting.”

He then said with a smile: "However, my martial arts skills are much worse than those of Master and my two senior brothers. I am better at painting, chess, light kung fu and hidden weapons than my two senior brothers."

Seeing the boy's proud look, Dali took over the pen and clip, raised his eyes wide with the clip in his hand, and hit the little monk on the head hard: "Look, this little monk is not humble at all, he even blew it."
Chapter completed!