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Based on her past memories, Su Yan drew what she thought the Buddha statue should look like.

Buddha is compassionate and selflessly dedicated to saving all sentient beings.

Therefore, the Buddha statues she painted are basically all kind-faced and kind-hearted, which makes people feel good about them.

All the colors are made by her hand, come from her imagination, and are the embodiment of her spiritual power.

Tian Shushu looked at the somewhat unusual Buddha statues and couldn't help but curiously asked: "Is this a Buddha statue? It turns out that Buddha statues can be so kind. I remember that the Buddha statues I saw before were all expressionless and glaring. , It is absolutely effective to control the house. Not only the children are scared after seeing it, but also the ghosts don’t dare to break in after seeing it.”

"Hahahaha, aren't you just ignorant? Buddha is so kind and compassionate, how could he glare at him angrily? I think kind eyebrows and kind eyes are quite in line with the image of Buddhism." Zhuge Hong couldn't help but laugh.

Others also marveled at the Buddha statue, which had eyes, ears, mouth and nose added by Su Yan, and the color was re-added, making it look brand new.

Chen Chunrong, however, was filled with admiration for the pen in Su Yan's hand: "This pen written by Su Yan is really magical. I see that every stroke you make contains spiritual power, making the Buddha statue come alive. How do you do it?"

Su Yan smiled lightly and said softly: "It's just a pen that can turn spiritual power into magic. As long as you can use spiritual power, your pen will produce wonderful flowers."

"It's really magical. Does it consume a lot of spiritual power?"

Su Yan smiled and said nothing. Some things can be said, but some things do not need to be explained in detail.

She has tempered her meridians and Dantian over and over again, and the spiritual power stored in her body has already exceeded ten times that of ordinary foundation-building monks. Looking at her calmness and calmness now, if it were anyone else, her spiritual power would have been exhausted and her limbs would be weak.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, they saw her painting all the Buddha statues in this ancient temple. They were too embarrassed to stand idly by and started cleaning the dilapidated temple spontaneously.

The dust removal spell does not work here and can only be cleaned manually.

Some people swept the floor, some removed cobwebs, and some moved the swaying Buddha statues upright.

Zhuge Hong saw the lopsided plaque outside the temple. He flew up, took it off, wiped the dust off, and then recognized the four incomplete words.

"Flying to the Immortal Temple? Could it be that immortals have visited this temple before?"

"Hey, come and see, this temple is actually called Feilaixian Temple." Zhuge Hong couldn't wait to share this discovery with everyone.

Others also put down what they were busy doing and looked at him.

Everyone gathered around. There was a word on the plaque that they couldn't see clearly. They all just glanced at it briefly and thought that the temple was called "Feilai Temple". Unexpectedly, there was a word "Xian" missing.

If this temple is called Feilaixian, it would be worth noting.

The literal meaning of Feilaixian is easy to understand. Maybe an immortal did appear here, and this temple may have been built by that immortal who came down to earth.

If an immortal has visited this secret realm and built a temple here, it means that there must be something worthy of the immortal's memory or concern.

Maybe there really is some kind of inheritance here.

Su Yan thought more. Could the reason why this place became a secret realm have something to do with this god?

Will this secret realm have the inheritance of this immortal?

Zhuge Hong wanted to patch up the faded fairy character, but no matter whether he wrote by hand or used magic, he could not leave any writing on the plaque.

It was as if the plaque was isolated and nothing could leave a mark on it.

"Fellow Daoist Su, try using your pen. Maybe you can complete the word."

"Well, let me try."

Su Yan held the pen and waved it lightly, like a dragon walking around and a snake swimming around, and a cursive script fairy word suddenly appeared on the plaque.

"It's really amazing. Why can't I engrave this word with my spiritual power, but your pen can?"

"I do not know either."

When Zhuge Hong hung the plaque back outside the door again, the temple suddenly changed.

It had been tidied up and looked much cleaner and tidier. The temple had a quaint atmosphere.

But after the plaque was put up again, it suddenly became solemn and solemn.

Even the rearranged Buddha statues seemed to come alive and look at them. The inviolable solemnity and sacredness gave them the illusion of wanting to kneel down and worship devoutly.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, are these Buddha statues alive?" Zhuge Hong asked with some guilt.

Mid-Autumn Festival looked at the Buddha statue that seemed to be infused with soul, and I couldn't make up my mind for a while.

The slightly older Chen Chunrong looked at Su Yan and asked for advice: "Fellow Daoist Su, what do you think? You single-handedly made them regain their vitality. You should know best."

Su Yan sensed it with his spiritual consciousness, and found that these Buddha statues seemed to have a hint of divine power.

Suddenly, she felt them respond to her with that little bit of divine power.