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It's late at night, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin stand under a hazy moonlight, surrounded by a deep, dark night like ink, with the distant sound of nightingales.
Qingyun Zhenren, in charge of intelligence, is connected via Mana, and the three are in a distant and tense video conference.
"Liang Jing, this name connects the past and the present, connecting us to the truth we seek." Wu Sheng pondered, with a complex expression on his face.
"Qingyun Zhenren solemnly said, "If this scholar has suffered such misfortune and become The Immortal in the Painting, his motive becomes self-evident. But this kind of revenge will only lead to more killings and leave one with blood on their hands."
"However, the problem is that Liang Jing passed away over 800 years ago. How could there still be his family members?" Hang Lin shook his head, clearly skeptical of this possibility.
Wu Sheng bit her lip and said, "Maybe there are no family members, but there must be some clues left behind."
Qingyun Zhenren thought for a moment: "I can use my supernatural powers to access the historical records of the Heavenly Court and see if I can find any information related to Liang Jing. Meanwhile, you all can continue investigating in the mortal realm."
"Understood," Wu Sheng and Hang Lin responded in unison.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin arrived at the city where Liang Jing was once persecuted, now known as "Qingliu City." There is a forgotten temple here, dedicated to some heroes chosen by the people themselves, and it is said to also have a statue of Liang Jing.
The temple is not large, but it is peaceful and pleasant. Two immortals walked into the temple and saw a dusty and distressed painting hanging on the wall. The man in the painting is none other than Liang Jing.
"He must have had an extraordinary life," whispered the other immortal.
Wu Sheng nodded, but his gaze fell on a small line of words on the wall - "The pure are pure, the tainted are tainted, the net of heaven is wide-meshed, but nothing slips through."
"These few words are probably Liang Jing's belief before his death," Wu Sheng said with a slightly heavy tone.
"Perhaps it is also the belief he holds as The Immortal in the Painting," Hang Lin continued.
At that moment, a golden light flashed from the brocade bag of Wu Sheng. His expression changed slightly, and he whispered to Hang Lin, "I have a message from Qingyun Zhenren. Let me see what he has to say."
Wu Sheng Gently opening the brocade bag, the elegant face of Qingyun Zhenren appeared within. Although he remained as calm as ever, a hint of worry could be seen in the depths of his brow.
"I found some information in the Heavenly Court records. Liang Jing was indeed a talented scholar, but he suffered greatly due to false accusations. The officials involved in that wrongful imprisonment all received famous paintings and ultimately met a tragic end. It seems that his doppelgänger, the scholar who sold paintings in the market, appeared at that time," Qingyun Zhenren spoke with imperceptible tension.
Hang Lin asked in confusion, "So, what was his revenge for?"
Qingyun Zhenren relaxed his tight frown a bit, but his tone still carried weight: "I found out that he went to the capital to take the imperial examination. However, during the exam, the examiner switched his written test with another candidate's, causing him to fail. Later, his family also suffered inexplicable persecution and tragically died."
Wu Sheng He touched his chin and his expression became serious: "I understand the desire for revenge, but such methods of revenge still need to be stopped."
Qingyun Zhenren Nodded slightly and disappeared into the magical treasure.
Wu Sheng looked Hang Lin and smiled slightly, "Now we at least know the origin of one of his avatars. But why did he split into four different roles? This mystery remains unsolved. Could it be that this way, it's easier for the bad guys to get caught, to serve justice?"
Hang Lin pondered for a moment and responded in a playful tone, "If we can find the enemies corresponding to each avatar, maybe then we can understand why he did this."
"Very reasonable," Wu Sheng nodded in agreement. "So, what should we do next, Brother Hong?"
"We should continue our investigation, but we need to be even more cautious. After all, everyone he has punished with his transform has met a tragic end. If he finds out we're tracking him, he probably won't let us off easily either," a hint of coldness flashed in Hang Lin's eyes.
"Okay, I understand," Wu Sheng nodded solemnly. "Let's set off now, we don't have much time."
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin arrived at the bustling market. The atmosphere of the market was lively, with people of all kinds coming and going.
An old man was selling scriptures, a young woman was holding an orchid, and an old lady was hawking fresh fruits. However, their purpose was the seemingly inconspicuous calligraphy and painting stall.
Hang Lin After careful observation, there was a hint of surprise in the tone: "These few calligraphy and paintings, at first glance, seem like ordinary works, but every stroke and line hides a profound mystery."
Wu Sheng then picked up a landscape painting and gazed deeply at it, as if trying to discern something from it: "Indeed, these works may appear ordinary, but they are filled with hidden Mana."
At this moment, a bookish weakling dressed in a white robe walked over. He had a gentle smile on his face and spoke kindly, "It seems that you two gentlemen are very interested in my calligraphy and painting."
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin exchanged a glance, both sensing a subtle tension flickering in each other's eyes.
Wu Sheng smiled and replied, "Indeed, your calligraphy and paintings have caught our attention. We would like to purchase one or two pieces for our collection."
He gazed at the calligraphy and paintings, then leaned in to ask the stall owner, "Did you paint these works yourself?"
The scholar looked up and smiled, revealing an enigmatic expression. "I dare not be modest. It is indeed I, Chen Leshan."
"Teacher, I heard that some calligraphy and paintings here can bring good luck. Is it true?" Wu Sheng asked nonchalantly.
The scholar smiled faintly, "Whether it brings good luck or not, it all depends on the heart of the one who receives the painting."
Just as the two were about to ask, a couple with a child walked over. They were smiling and looked very happy.
"Mr. Chen Leshan, thank you so much for the painting you sent last time," the wife said gratefully.
The student smiled lightly, "No need to be polite, as long as I can help you."
Seeing this scene, Wu Sheng and Hang Lin both felt somewhat puzzled and decided to investigate this family privately.
Wu Sheng and Hang Lin followed the footsteps of this couple and arrived at a simple but tidy house.
"That's a painting Mr. Le Shan gave us. Since we hung it up, everything in our house has become very smooth," the father explained to a neighbor.
"Could Mr. Le Shan be the legendary The Immortal in the Painting?" Wu Sheng whispered to Hang Lin.
"It's very likely. He has transformed into different identities multiple times, punishing the wicked and helping the good-hearted people," Hang Lin said.
"Last time we accidentally let him escape, but recently we've been focused on investigating clues. It's possible that The Immortal in the Painting thinks that Heavenly Court has stopped. This time, we'll temporarily conceal our identities and follow him to see who he's going to deal with," Wu Sheng analyzed and said.
"Okay, let's do it this way," Hang Lin agreed.
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