Moreover, he also knew about the car accident yesterday, but because he never believed in the theory of gods and ghosts, he did not connect these things.?
Recalling what Ye Haoxuan said, he had a creepy feeling in his heart. His illness, as well as Lin Jianye's fate, were all due to the influence of this painting?
Hearing what Ye Haoxuan said, Shen Xiuying felt a chill rush down her spine. She said with some fear: "Congwen, otherwise this painting will be lost."
Lin Congwen was startled, but his temper was extremely stubborn. He raised his head and said, "I, Lin Congwen, am a righteous person. What should I be afraid of?"
"Ye Haoxuan, do you have any good ideas?" Lin Jianye asked.
Although he said he didn't believe in these things, Lin Congwen did believe it 70% or 80%. When Ye Haoxuan said this, he felt a chill on his back.
Ye Haoxuan smiled and said: "There is a way. It's very simple. Just throw away the painting. But uncle likes the painting, so there is another way."
"It's better to throw it away. I heard from Xiaoye that this painting contains the grievances of ancient people, and it is not a good luck at home." Shen Xiuying said.
Lin Congwen waved his hand and said, "Listen to what Xiaoye has to say."
Ye Haoxuan said: "Just inscribe a few words on this painting and use the scent of modern ink to calm it down."
Lin Congwen asked curiously: "What do you mean?"
Ye Haoxuan said: "This painting is an unearthed ancient relic. Because it has not seen the light of day for thousands of years, and the resentment of the scholar during his lifetime, this led to Lin Jianye's luck and uncle's health. Inscriptions with calligraphy will make these things disappear.
That’s it.”
Lin Congwen smiled and said: "That's easy, go and get the Four Treasures of the Study."
Shen Xiuying nodded, stood up and went to get pen and ink.
Lin Congwen asked again: "Since this painting has an impact on people, why did it only affect me and Lin Jianye? How come your aunt is okay?"
Ye Haoxuan smiled and said: "This is caused by my aunt's birthday. If I am not mistaken, my aunt's birthday is at noon, and at this time, according to superstition, the yang energy is strong, so these things cannot affect it."
While she was talking, Shen Xiuying came over with a pen and ink. She smiled and said, "Xiaoye is really right. It was noon when I was born."
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As a result, I was affected by the breath of this painting."
As soon as Ye Haoxuan said this, Lin Congwen immediately clapped his hands and applauded. He smiled and said: "Xiaoye, I'm convinced. You can guess this. Yes, Lin Jianye and I were born in the early morning."
Before he finished speaking, he let out a cry of pain, holding his head in his hands, sweat dripping down in large drops.
Apparently he had a headache again, Lin Jianye and Ye Haoxuan quickly helped him lie down on the sand.
Lin Congwen's face was pale and he was sweating profusely. If he didn't take a sedative, he would have a headache that would last for an hour or two.
While Ye Haoxuan was busy laying the painting on the table, he took out a shining rose gold copper coin from his clothes with his right hand.
Lin Jianye's eyelids twitched, and he thought that Ye Haoxuan was indeed no ordinary person. He vaguely remembered that this copper coin was the copper coin from the money sword that Ye Haoxuan had obtained at the auction. He remembered that he said it was a magical weapon.
Ye Haoxuan placed the copper coin vertically on the painting, then gently pulled it out with his right hand, and saw the copper coin spinning rapidly.
What's surprising is that the copper coin rotated around the ancient painting on its own, and finally lay flat in the center of the painting.
A trace of evil spirit that only Ye Haoxuan could see was sucked into the copper coin, and he took the copper coin back calmly.
Then he took the writing brush, soaked it in ink, and started writing.
The four characters "Nong Yue Ying Feng" were written in one go. It can be seen that Ye Haoxuan's writing is thick and vigorous, which is quite popular.
In this painting of ladies, a full moon is hanging in the sky, and in the lotus pond in the pavilion, a group of ladies are playing the piano.
It exactly fits the artistic conception of the four words "Nong Yue Yin Feng".
As soon as the characters were completed, Lin Congwen immediately got up from the sofa. His complexion gradually returned to normal. His head, which had been suffering from a splitting headache just now, was now very clear-headed, and it really didn't hurt at all.
"Good, good medical skills, good calligraphy." Lin Congwen stood up slowly, took the painting, looked at the four big characters, and marveled at Ye Haoxuan.
"Uncle, thank you very much." Ye Haoxuan said modestly.
"Xiaoye's medical skills are really extraordinary, especially this word, I feel ashamed." Lin Congwen felt clear-headed, relaxed and happy.
Lin Congwen has always loved calligraphy and painting, and is quite proud of his calligraphy and painting. But when he saw Ye Haoxuan's calligraphy today, he felt ashamed. Ye Haoxuan was young, but his writing skills were even more vigorous than his. This made him feel ashamed.
He was amazed.
Little did he know that when Ye Haoxuan inherited his ancestor's art, forensic medicine, and Taoism, he also inherited his ancestor's elegant calligraphy skills.
The lingering evil aura around Lin Jianye's Yintang disappeared unconsciously. He felt refreshed and his admiration for Ye Haoxuan increased even more.
After sitting at Lin Jianye's house for a while, Ye Haoxuan said goodbye.
With the gratitude of Lin Congwen and his wife, Ye Haoxuan drove away. When Lin Congwen left, he left Ye Haoxuan a business card with Lin Congwen's personal phone number written on it.
You must know that Lin Congwen is one of several business tycoons in Qingyuan with an unusual background and status. Being able to get a business card from him shows that Lin Congwen will not regard Ye Haoxuan as an outsider from now on.
After Ye Haoxuan left, Lin Congwen immediately asked Lin Jianye about Ye Haoxuan's identity.
Lin Jianye did not hide anything, and immediately told how he met Ye Haoxuan, and then took out the almost broken Jade Guanyin.
Lin Congwen looked suspicious. He had never believed in the metaphysics of Feng Shui before, but today Ye Haoxuan really shocked him.
Although Ye Haoxuan used Chinese medicine to explain the painting just now, it was somewhat far-fetched. What kind of people Lin Congwen and his wife were, he immediately figured out the key to it.
Their thoughts are almost the same as Lin Jianye's, that is, these experts never like to be high-profile.
After hearing Lin Congwen's words, Ye Haoxuan drove directly to the villa.
I saw that the appliances and furniture in the villa had been put in place, but some small items were missing. After rejecting Zhao Fulin's offer to hire a servant for him, Ye Haoxuan drove to a shopping mall and started to buy some daily necessities.
As soon as she left the house, Lan Linlin's call came.
"Are you done?" Lan Linlin said softly on the phone.
"That's it. Now I want to buy some belongings. Is there anything wrong?"
"It's okay, I miss you," Lan Linlin said shyly.
"Wait, I'll pick you up right away..." Ye Haoxuan said and cut off the phone.
Not long after, we arrived downstairs at Lan Linlin's dormitory and saw her already standing downstairs waiting.
Seeing Lan Linlin, Ye Haoxuan's eyes couldn't help but light up. He saw that Lan Linlin was dressed extraordinarily beautifully today. She was wearing a light blue long skirt. The length was delicate and dark, and it was draped loosely on her shoulders, giving her a slightly feminine look.
, sometimes counting the lengths loosely, showing a different kind of style,
Yesterday, Lan Linlin looked noble and majestic in her dress, but today she looked small and supple, with a different kind of style, which made Ye Haoxuan feel lost for a while.
"I hate it, why are you staring at people?" Lan Linlin felt shy when he looked at her.
"Look at the beauty." Ye Haoxuan laughed.
When they arrived at their home shopping mall, Ye Haoxuan and Lan Linlin took the elevator to the second floor together. As soon as the elevator reached the second floor, he couldn't help but be startled when he saw a seven or eight-year-old little girl standing in front of him.
This little girl is extremely cute, with supple skin and a face as white as a porcelain doll, but her eyes are slightly hollow, which is incompatible with her cute image.
She held a doll in her right hand and looked at the flower board above with empty eyes, showing a hint of curiosity and surprise.
