"Oh, I think I've found it."
Xiao Jie was about to leave when he heard Gu Feiyu's joyful exclamation.
Xiao Jie quickly stopped, leaned over, and saw Gu Feiyu staring intently at a mural on the screen.
These kinds of murals were everywhere in the entire dilapidated temple, and most of them were not remarkable. Due to their age, they were mottled and hard to discern.
However, this one hung behind the Divine Image.
The content of the painting was very simple, just a plain landscape painting of an endless mountain range with a desolate hill standing prominently, a shabby thatched hut built on top. A simple landscape painting.
Yet despite its simplicity, with a bit of thought, Xiao Jie immediately understood why Gu Feiyu had chosen this painting—it was completely out of place with the style of the entire temple.
After all, this was a temple, and the murals mainly depicted gods, Taoists, and fairyland-like subjects.
Landscape paintings often had a bit of imagination to them.
