The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 465, painted

What exactly is fame?
Those who have a bad name, those who have a good name.

Ye Huangkong looked at the silent people around, and sighed: "I, Ye Huangkong, was not a good person when I was young, but I would not do things like stealing, at least I would not do this to ordinary people. thing."

"In my whole life, I was not aboveboard, but these paintings are aboveboard, without any dirt in them."

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

No one wants to believe what he said.

Because Ye Huangkong said it.

The tattooed middle-aged man who was supporting Ye Huangkong had a grim expression on his face.

"Fuck, why, do these people really know who you are, Boss? Just think that you are a person who can steal? Boss, you have acted in an open and aboveboard manner all your life! They have never met you before, and they are just rumors. s things"

Fame is what it is.

Bad things travel thousands of miles.

Ye Huangkong could only remain silent.

Li Yu on the side could tell that what Ye Huangkong said was true.

This painting was bought by him with real money.

There is no debt in it, and it is precisely because of this that I am willing to accept this painting.

"Your name itself represents a kind of debt." Li Yu shook his head and said.

"I'm sorry, master, I really can't help you this time. This painting was indeed sold to me by him for real money. But judging from the current situation, even if the invoices and bills are revealed , no one will believe me." Ye Huangkong said with a wry smile: "Now I finally understand how many disadvantages there are in being a [bad guy], even if I have paid the price for what I did in the end, Still can't get rid of the label."

"So, Layman, do you regret that you have changed your ways? Or do you regret what you did back then?" Li Yu said lightly.

"Of course I regret what I did back then. If I had followed the right path back then, I wouldn't have ended up being beaten by everyone now, right? Back then I entered the rivers and lakes just to make others afraid of me. Thinking about it, now there are only people who are afraid of me." Ye Huangkong's eyes flashed a trace of loneliness, and he smiled wryly at his current situation.

In the silence, Jin Hengfeng not far away looked at Ye Huangkong with inexplicable eyes and said.

"Old Mr. Ye Huangkong, I... know that you have washed your hands in the golden basin now, and you are no longer contaminated with those things. After all, those things are now history, but taking a step back, you bought this Are the money used for painting clean? Where did they come from?"

"Is he clean for the things bought with this unclean money?"

Jin Hengfeng looked at Ye Huangkong seriously.

It's not targeting anyone, but it's seriously explaining your own thoughts.

"Now, old man, even if I tell you that this painting was bought with money from my son's legitimate business, you won't believe it."

"But what I can say, old man, is that I owe a lot of people, but it never includes this kid, and the owner of these paintings." Ye Huangkong said: "The people back then, I should pay, and I should assist in the investigation Assisting in the investigation, what should I do, except for the life debt, I have paid everything that should be paid, the money has been paid, and I have been in prison. Now that I am out, don’t you even give me a chance?"

"Have I ever harmed you? Or, even if I have paid off my debts, I still can't get rid of the image of a [wicked person], so everything I do is evil, old man."

Ye Huangkong said as if he had figured out something.

"If this is the case, then you can come to the old man. As for the master, I don't know him very well. This painting is also a gift from me. I am sorry for what I have done. I do things by myself. I am Ye Huang. Kong is here, what should be repaid, as long as I owe it, I will definitely repay it.”

Ye Huangkong hit the ground with his crutches.

The sound is weak.

But it shocks people's hearts.

There was a moment of silence, no matter what kind of person he was before, at least he is a man now.

"It's no wonder Ye Huangkong's son is so sensitive to this. One day he was a Jiang Hu man, and he will be a Jiang Hu man all his life. Even if he breaks free, the label of a Jiang Hu man will never be removed. People will look at them with colored glasses." Li Yu thought of a former classmate.

When I was young, I got a tattoo because I thought it was cool, but when I grew up, I regretted it every day in WeChat Moments.

Even if the tattoo is washed off with pain, there will still be traces.

Others will still look at him with colored glasses.

"My request is not much, just return my painting to me."

Ye Huangkong looked at Yan Dong with contempt, he looked down on such people the most.

Back-and-forth, no spirit of contract.

"You want money, right? Okay, I'll give you double the price you sold me at the beginning. Don't bother the master again, and don't come to ask the master for paintings again."

"No! I don't want money, I just want that painting! I don't want anything else!" Yan Dong rolled his eyes and said, "Master Feng Shui said, my family is in bad luck now, and all I need is this picture of a fisherman's song. Do not need anything!"

"You are shameless."

Ye Huangkong's expression sank, a little angry.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the paintings in this painting room have been exquisitely arranged, and they complement each other when they move. Next to the fisherman's song picture is the beautiful mountain, and next to it is the Four Seasons Mirror Lake. They are connected and harmoniously interdependent. Which painting is missing? It will make the flavor less here.

He is sitting on the ground and starting the price.

Facing the somewhat angry Ye Huangkong, Yan Dong swallowed his saliva and took a step back involuntarily, but still insisted on his own ideas.

"Layman, do you want this picture of fishing in the morning?"

"Correct!"

"The poor man, I'll give it to you." Li Yu came to Bixian with a calm face, took out a piece of rice paper, and picked up the brush and ink next to it.

This act made everyone startled for a moment, and then Xiao He next to him burst out laughing.

"Could it be that he wants to draw on the spot, can he do it? This picture of a fisherman's song is a famous painting by a famous artist"

Curator Jin on the side squinted his eyes: "There are many rumors about this Taoist priest, including descriptions about his painting skills, but the rumors are too exaggerated, I don't know if it's true or not of."

Just when everyone didn't know what Li Yu was going to do, suddenly a bottle of ink was overturned and dumped.

And when everyone felt sorry for the pollution of this fine rice paper, the ink on it suddenly moved.

Like the animations around it, it is floating and wriggling as if alive.

Draw, form in yourself.

(End of this chapter)