After admiring it intently for a long time, just when Ye Chen was about to roll up the scroll again, he suddenly felt that there were some subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy in the scroll.
This made his whole body tremble instantly!
According to Mrs. Jiang, this painting was painted by her ancestor in his old age.
Since he is old, he must have parted ways 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, there was no way he could possess spiritual energy.
This also means that the painting he painted in his old age should not have any aura.
However, there are indeed very subtle traces of spiritual energy in this painting. Ye Chen couldn't help but ask himself: "Could it be that this spiritual energy was left by Meng Changsheng?! Perhaps, the Jiang family didn't know that Meng Changsheng had been there in a certain period of time.
Be back!"
Thinking of this, he immediately calmed down, separated out a few auras, and carefully covered the entire painting, looking for the source of the aura.
Soon, he found traces of spiritual energy on the head of Meng Changsheng's portrait.
Ye Chen was overjoyed and immediately used his aura to sense the other person. At the moment when the two auras merged, a first-person perspective scene 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 clothes. They look more like the clothes of the Tang Dynasty.
Ye Chen could recognize from the topography that this mountain village was exactly the one where Mrs. Jiang lived.
The mountain village in the picture does not look as dilapidated as it does today. In the mountain village in the picture, there is a rather grand wooden courtyard, with carved beams and painted buildings everywhere. At first glance, 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 of people gathered in front of the coffin in the main room. A middle-aged man knelt down and cried loudly. A group of women and children were also crying behind him. On the wall directly opposite, there were three paintings hanging.
The three paintings I saw at my wife’s home.
The next scene is of people mourning and paying homage. Although there are many rituals, the whole scene is very fast, and the ceremony is completed one by one like a horse.
After all the necessary etiquette was completed, more than a dozen strong men carried the coffin to the foot of the back mountain and buried the coffin here.
Afterwards, everyone returned to the deep wooden courtyard, and the excitement subsided. Several female relatives left one after another with their families crying, leaving the middle-aged man alone in the mourning hall.
However, there was no trace of pain on this middle-aged man's face. Instead, he stood in the middle of the hall with a happy face. He looked at the portrait of Meng Changsheng on the wall in the center and said with a smile: "Meng Laozu, my father passed away three days ago.
You have passed away, and today you are buried again. Even if you have the ability to resurrect the dead, it may be in vain now. If you can really find eternal life, you should give me the opportunity you promised my father back then. My father will live a hundred and ten years.
After three years, I have made others envious of me. Now I am already forty-two. I only hope that you will live forever to fulfill the promise I made back then!"
Although the middle-aged man's words were obscure and 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 Meng Changsheng's portrait, muttering that he wanted Meng Changsheng to ask for it as soon as possible.
Immortal, and then come back to give him the opportunity promised to his father back then.
To put it bluntly, he was looking forward to Meng Changsheng's return so that he could live forever.
As soon as the man finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the hall, and then he lay down on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.