Hearing this, Ge Yu vaguely felt that something was not right about this matter, so he said: "Liangzi, take out the things in your grandfather's box and show me."

"What are you looking at? I've just looked at it. There's nothing good to see. I'm so hungry. Let's go eat quickly. I made an appointment with Xiaohui just now." Zhong Jinliang said.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and show me." Ge Yu said seriously.

Seeing what Ge Yu said so solemnly, Zhong Jinliang had no choice but to take Ge Yu back to the old man's bed, pulled the box out from under the bed, opened it, placed it in front of Ge Yu, and said: "Look

Well, with this little thing, I think the painting can still be sold for some money."

Ge Yu hurriedly walked up and picked up the scroll impatiently. After opening it carefully, he looked at the portrait carefully.

But I saw that the man in the portrait had a leopard-like head, ringed eyes, angry eyes and a long beard, and an upright look on his face. Who else could he be if he wasn't Zhong Kui?

This is not the key. Ge Yu took a closer look at the seal under the portrait and found that the person on the seal was actually signed by Wu Daozi, a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty.

Let me go, this is definitely an authentic work. Although Ge Yu doesn't know how to draw, but just seeing that the characters in this portrait are so vivid and lifelike, you can tell that it was made by an expert.

Holding this painting, Ge Yu was amazed and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This is amazing..."

"Brother Yu, what's going on? It's amazing...it's just a New Year picture." Zhong Jinliang also came up to take a look.

"Your sister, this New Year painting is an authentic work by Wu Daozi, a famous painter from the Tang Dynasty. If you put this painting up for sale, someone would probably buy it for 200 million yuan," Ge Yu said seriously.

Zhong Jinliang was immediately stunned, his eyes widened, and he took a sharp breath and said: "Yu...Brother Yu...don't lie to me. I don't study well, so...can this New Year's painting be worth 200 million? You lied to me."

Right?"

"I'm lazy to lie to you. If you look at the signature and seal on the painting, it's clearly Wu Daozi's. This is unmistakable." Ge Yu said excitedly.

Zhong Jinliang came closer and took a look again. He still didn't recognize him, but he somewhat believed Ge Yu's words.

Ge Yu then explained to Zhong Jinliang: "Zhong Kui is one of the most famous immortals in our Taoism. Legend has it that this man has a tough face and a beard, and has a strange appearance. However, he is a talented, knowledgeable, knowledgeable and talented person. He is usually very talented.

He is upright, upright, and treats others with dignity."

"During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, the emperor suddenly fell seriously ill while on a tour. He tried many methods but could not be cured. The emperor was very anxious. One night, he dreamed that a little ghost in red clothes had stolen his treasure.

The emperor angrily scolded the little ghost. At this time, a big ghost wearing a broken hat suddenly appeared, caught the little ghost and ate it in his stomach. The emperor asked him who he was, and the big ghost replied: I am a Jinshi of Zhongnan Mountain, and my name is Zhong Kui.

, because the emperor disliked my ugly appearance and decided not to admit me, so in a fit of anger I was killed on the steps of the palace. After my death, I dedicated myself to catching ghosts."

"Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty woke up from his dream and his illness was cured, so he ordered Wu Daozi, the most famous painter at the time, to paint the image of Zhong Kui in his dream. The emperor thought that the fanatical Taoist believer, under his great power,

With the support, Zhong Kui's status as the god of ghost hunting was completely established."

"The portrait I'm holding in my hand now is an authentic work by the famous painter Wu Daozi. This painting is almost two thousand years old. Do you think it's worth it?" Ge Yu looked at Zhong Jinliang and said.

Zhong Jinliang was so shocked that he gasped for air, and after a while he said: "Yu...Brother Yu, how do you know so much? Are you Maoshan Taoist priests all very knowledgeable and knowledgeable?"

"Nonsense, Zhong Kui is our Taoist god, how could I not know him? Of course I know about him." Ge Yu said angrily.

"That's really awesome. Brother Yu, we have a good relationship. Let's find a way to sell this painting. Let's add two to one and make five, one person and half, how about it?"

As he spoke, Zhong Jinliang rubbed his hands together excitedly and said with a sigh: "I didn't expect that the old man would leave such a treasure to our family. This is 200 million. How can I spend all this money?"

"Don't sell it. This is your Zhong family's thing. It will be passed on to future generations. Even if you sell it, you can't sell it. And when I looked at this painting just now, I felt that there was a mystery in this painting.

And there must be a mystery behind the powerful thoughts. I can't tell for a while, so I'll look at other things first." As he said that, Ge Yu carefully put the scroll away and handed it to Zhong Jinliang.

Zhong Jinliang held the painting in his arms and said somewhat depressedly: "Brother Yu, this painting can't be sold, why should I keep it? I can't fill my stomach even by looking at this painting."

"Don't talk nonsense. If I don't let you sell it, don't sell it. It's good for you." As he spoke, Ge Yu took out the folding fan from the box again.

It was very heavy in the hand and felt like an iron lump. When I shook it gently in my hand, the fan made a crisp sound and opened directly.

After opening it, Ge Yu's eyes narrowed to a slit in an instant, and he quickly opened his heavenly eye.

Under the gaze of the Heavenly Eye, it felt like there was nothing on the side of the fan, just a bottomless abyss. It seemed that there was an inexplicable and powerful force pulling Ge Yu's soul towards the inside of the fan. Ge Yu was frightened for a while.

, quickly turned his gaze elsewhere, not daring to look again.

This fan was not an ordinary thing, and Ge Yu didn't know what its usefulness was for a while.

Immediately afterwards, Ge Yu turned the fan over and took a closer look. He couldn't help but gasped again. The other side of the fan was densely packed with runes. These runes were very ancient. If he hadn't been an inner disciple of Maoshan,

, I have practiced hard with my master for more than ten years, but I can’t even recognize the handwriting on it.

This is a very ancient Taoist rune, very mysterious. Taoism has gone through thousands of years, and this rune has been constantly evolving and changing. Many ancient runes have been lost.

However, Ge Yu is a direct disciple of Master Chen Yuan, and he has also dabbled in this ancient rune.

After looking at the paper fan for more than ten minutes, Ge Yu finally understood some of the runes on the fan. Then, according to the explanation of the runes on the fan, Ge Yu activated his spiritual power and poured it into his body.
Chapter completed!