At this time, the sky was completely dark, and the scroll in front of Wang Fang emitted fluorescent light to make the entire temple shine through.

In the fluorescent light... the mountains and rivers in the painting scroll appear in three-dimensional shape. The mountains are lush grass and trees, and macaques are passing through the woods. They either feed on leaves, fruits, or chase and fight by mountain streams and waterfalls, or lie on sunny stones to catch lice each other.

Outside the mountain is the sea, with magnificent waves and boundless waves. There is no cloud in the sky, and the sun shines unblocked on an egg-shaped rock at the top of the mountain.

...

There were footsteps outside the temple. Before the door opened, the majestic demonic power had already penetrated.

"Brother, the monster is here." Jiang Xiaozhi, who was already timid, knew that the monster was just outside the door, and her body was trembling with fear. She whispered to remind Wang Fang.

Wang Fang is now focused on his mind, and his whole spirit is in the scroll. He put down the brush that was not enough ink and reached out and said, "Print!"

Jiang Xiaozhi was so scared that she turned her back and did not dare to look out the door. But she still put another ink-dip brush in Wang Fang's hand, and then put the ink-free pen that Wang Fang had put down in the inkstone.

Wang Fang continued to write quickly on the drawing paper in cursive script: On the top of the mountain, there is an immortal stone. The stone is three zhang, six feet and five inches high, two zhang, four feet in a circle. Three zhang, six feet and five inches high, three hundred and six five degrees in a circle. Two zhang, four feet in a circle, according to the twenty-four qi of the political calendar. There are nine orifices and eight holes on the top, and the nine palaces and eight trigrams. There are no trees on the four sides, and there are lingering orchids on the left and right. Since its opening, it has been appreciated by the innocent and beautiful earth, and the sun is brilliant and the moon is bright. After it has been touched for a long time, it has become a sense of wiseness. It is cultivated in the inner world...

The monster outside the door had noticed that a painter had unfolded the painting of the universe in the temple. It snorted: "I call the vanguard of the demon clan under the account of Shan Dawang. You little painter apprentice, you dare to accept me even if you don't even have enough hair.
Chapter completed!