Within the brushwork system, before a few meters long piece of rice paper, Zhong Yue burned incense with his hands. The collected "Maitreya Sutra Changes" was slowly spread out and attached to the rice paper. Under the ink rhyme, Zhong Yue did not use to write, and countless ink dots were stained on the paper.

The Buddha was born under Maitreya. In one Buddha's land, auspicious clouds were sang, and Bodhisattvas surrounded him, and the whole family was peaceful. Zhong Yue looked at the copy of the mural in front of him. In more than a month, he completed nearly 2,000 pieces of the task of shaping the Buddha with his own 3,000 pieces. Especially the repair of this mural, he added 300 tasks. In just half a month, Zhong Yue could complete the task of shaping the Buddha with his own 3,000 pieces.

"Does the host choose to export murals? If you need to export murals, you need to consume an intermediate imaging symbol."

Zhong Yue had known that such talisman paper was sold in the mall, otherwise he would not have chosen to repair murals in the system. Such fine and precise work is required. If it is really put in reality, these few meters long murals will probably take several months, or even a year or two. However, under the control of Mo Yun and the rare books included, Zhong Yue completed this work in less than a month.

Zhong Yue looked at the effect of the paintings completed with ink rhyme, and it was the perfect effect of drawing with a brush. Originally, Zhong Yue thought it was like inkjet printing, presenting the work. In this case, even if Zhong Yue exported the system, it could not be regarded as the original manuscript of the work. It can only be said to be a printed product. However, the ink rhyme uses the nine forces of the gods and man as the bone method, and even the strokes can be seen. It is simply a perfect performance for the brush, and it is a fine work without any errors.

"Master Jiwang, the mural restoration has been completed."

"Really? So fast? Okay, Qiushan, let's make an appointment to get together again. I haven't found any other suitable murals in Mogao Grottoes last time."

Zhong Yue lay on the single sofa in the hotel, took a sip of water, and said, "Okay, then we'll see you tomorrow in Mogao Grottoes. I'll bring the murals at that time."

"Okay, then I will ask several masters and old scholars in Dunhuang School to discuss and study together, and look forward to your masterpiece in Qiu Shan."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Okay."

For Zhong Yue, Jiwang is also a "identity card" that is convenient for entering and leaving the Mogao Grottoes. Otherwise, it would be difficult for many grottoes that are not open to tourists to find ways to get in.

"By the way, Qiu Shan, let me tell you some good news."

"What?"

"The previous approval for the excavation of the caves in Futian Sutra has been issued. We will be ready to excavate tomorrow. Professor Xu happened to ask me to invite you to go over and confirm the location again."

Zhong Yue said with some amusement, "He has approved the publication, isn't there anybody there yet?"

"This is also under a lot of pressure. You must know that nothing can be discovered, so Professor Xu's path in the academic field will be a little disappointed."

Zhong Yue said, "Okay, let Professor Xu wait to treat him to dinner at that time."

Ji Wang laughed and said, "Okay, okay."

Zhong Yue hung up the phone and rolled up the mural drawings he had just exported. Although his body has recovered now, if he goes back, he will have to wait until the plot task is over, otherwise it will be troublesome to go back and forth.

Qin Hai saw through the "God's Jump". Although it was a bit regretful, Zhong Yue also expected it. After all, facing the old world, the tuition fees for decades were not in vain. At least Qin Hai said that he would go back to Shanghai to find him, which means that this matter is still a bit of a play, otherwise Old Qin would not have to expose it. Just let Zhong Yue play a one-man show alone.

Dingdong.

Zhong Yue walked over to open the door and saw Tan Yongzhi's "smoky" look on her face, and asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

"You lend me your sunscreen."

Zhong Yue looked at Tan Yongzhi's outstretched hand and found that her face was not gloomy, but sunburned. These days, this wild girl who wanted to "start a business" with him was really like a follower, and she kept wandering around the Dunhuang Grottoes. On this hot day, the temperature in Ganzhou was high and the Gobi Desert was unobstructed. Although Tan Yongzhi had sufficient sun protection measures, she was inevitably in danger of such an end. Her arms and face were tanned, and her fingers were even a little peeling and sunburned.

“I don’t need sunscreen.”

Tan Yongzhi gritted her teeth and said, "Stingy. Who are you fooling? Look at you, after wandering around for more than a month, it's not dark at all, and it's sunburned. I don't believe you don't have any sunscreen measures. Lend me quickly. If you don't lend me, tell me the brand. What kind of high-end baby is it, and I won't lend me any?"

Zhong Yue smiled, "I really didn't wipe it, maybe it's because I'm resistant to sunlight."

"..." Tan Yongzhi said, "Then when do you want to stay? When will the East China Youth Artists Alliance be delayed? I have been paying attention to this matter. I heard that Ji Bochang and the others have joined forces with Kaihongxuan and Wang Ge to start to make arrangements."

"They won't succeed. It will take me about a month to come here. If you are in a hurry, go back to Shanghai to help me with something, and you won't have to be here all day long."

When Tan Yongzhi heard this, she asked, “Is it about the East China Youth Artists Alliance?”

“It can be said yes, or it can be said not.”

Tam Yongzhi frowned and said, "That's it or not?"

"I have disappeared for so long, and many people probably have forgotten me. The personal calligraphy and painting exhibition that I had put on hold before, helped me bring my works back to Shanghai, and it will be held at the exhibition center in the name of my return to the calligraphy world."

"Is your work? Is that original Japanese work?"

Zhong Yue chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm really playing around this month?" He handed over the sorted paintings and more than a dozen Wei steles to Tan Yongzhi.

"This... are all these things you created these days?"

Zhong Yue nodded and said, "Well, I will give you my belongings. Don't run away with me."

"Who cares about you, who is so beautiful?" Tan Yongzhi looked through the painting collection, her eyes full of surprise. These exquisite picture albums are really brilliant. These fine-brushed figure paintings are simply works by contemporary masters. Some of them have already become colorful, and they are even more exquisite, with the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties.

Wu draws the wind, Cao's ejaculation comes out of the water, and Zhong Yue follows the unique skills of Longsheng and opens up a pure style in the modern painting world in this fine brushwork ancient figure painting.

Tan Yongzhi couldn't imagine these long-lost painting skills. If they really appeared in the exhibition center, this would not be the shocking situation in the calligraphy world at the beginning. The entire cultural world would be impressed by this Zhong Buqi, who has disappeared for two years and found a new peak in Dunhuang.

Zhong Yue didn't think so much about Tan Yongzhi. When he walked out of the hotel, he still called, "Sha, have you arrived in Dunhuang? OK, okay, I'll pick you up... I'll take you to see the grottoes tomorrow. It's true that you haven't even seen Mogao Grottoes in Ganzhou. After taking you to see this time, I'll take you back to Shanghai to play..."
Chapter completed!