Ye Qingyun took a look and confirmed his guess.

This Guo Xiaoyun is really a genius.

"Draw this."

"good!"

"Draw that."

"good!"

...

Throughout the whole day, Ye Qingyun didn't let Guo Xiaoyun do anything else, he just kept painting.

From the eggs at the beginning, I started to paint landscapes by the end.

And Guo Xiaoyun seemed to be born with the ability to understand these things. He could do it as soon as he got started, without Ye Qingyun's guidance at all.

Moreover, Guo Xiaoyun's paintings are very good, and no flaws can be found.

"Have you ever learned to draw before?"

Ye Qingyun was a little surprised.

Guo Xiaoyun shook his head.

"No."

"Then how can you draw so well?"

Guo Xiaoyun smiled sheepishly.

"I don't know, I just think about what I see before my eyes and I can draw it with my hands."

Ye Qingyun: "..."

He was completely speechless.

genius!

All this can only be explained by genius.

...

At the foot of Fuyun Mountain, a group of monks suddenly came.

Led by Huikong, these monks looked at Fuyun Mountain with pious expressions on their faces.

"The Holy Son lived in seclusion in the mountains and practiced cultivation."

Huikong said.

"Since the Holy Son is here, we will all stay here."

"Yes, there must be a reason why the Holy Son chose to practice here. We will never go wrong by following the Holy Son."

"Fellow practitioners, why don't we build a temple here to protect the Holy Son?"

"So good!"

"agree!"

"agree!"

...

Huikong and dozens of other monks agreed.

They began to build a temple at the foot of the mountain.

This also attracted the attention of many people.

"Why did so many monks suddenly come to this mountain?"

"Looking at their attitude, are they planning to build a temple on the mountain?"

"It's true."

"what's the situation?"

...

Ye Qingyun didn't know it yet, but the atmosphere under his Fuyun Mountain had already begun to get lively.

Especially when the Song family father and son learned that a temple was being built at the foot of Fuyun Mountain, things developed in an even weirder direction.

"Son! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Hurry to Fuyun Mountain!"

"Master Ye is building a temple at the foot of his mountain. Let's hurry over and help. We can contribute as much as we can."

"Don't worry, Dad! My son understands and will definitely increase his efforts to do good deeds!"

The father and son of the Song family rushed to Fuyun Mountain with the warriors of the Song family.

When the monks saw that the Song family father and son were here to help them build the temple, they were naturally very happy. Especially when they saw that the Song family father and son were dedicated to Buddha, they were extremely happy.

"Why do you want to build a temple at the foot of Master Ye's mountain?"

During the chat, Song Xiaotian asked curiously.

"Master Ye? Are you talking about the Holy Son?"

Huikong said in surprise.

"Holy Son? What Holy Son?"

Song Xiaotian looked confused.
Chapter completed!