After waiting for nearly two hours, the Taoists from the temple delivered the painting.
The eight-hundred-year-old painting had been rolled into a scroll and placed inside a bag made of green silk. The bag was then put into a box, which was wrapped in a layer of rainproof cloth and a plastic bag.
Seeing how thoroughly they had protected it, Feng Jun simply raised a hand and produced a huge parasol.
Xu Leigang took the parasol and drove it fiercely into the ground. Its pointed handle sank at least a foot and a half into the soil.
Guan Shanyue glanced at him, thinking, So this man was a martial arts expert too.
Feng Jun took out a small table, placed the painting on it, and carefully unwrapped its layers.
Holding the scroll, he studied it for quite some time, then gestured back and forth as though trying to overlay the painting onto the scenery before him.
No one else spoke. They simply stood there silently and watched him work.
After a while, Feng Jun's brows suddenly lifted. "So that's it!"
Guan Shanyue was delighted to hear that, but she kept her composure and said nothing.
The young Taoist nun beside her could not hold back. "Master Feng, have you found the secret realm?"
Feng Jun did not look at her. Instead, he spoke seriously to Guan Shanyue. "I have a ninety percent chance of finding the secret realm, but it's raining right now. I suggest we wait until it stops before looking for it."
The drizzling rain of early spring was not likely to stop anytime soon. Feng Jun simply brought out more tables and chairs, along with a liquefied gas stove, and began boiling water to make tea.
By now, quite a few people knew that Luohua Manor possessed