This round of auction was held in the hall. With the applause of the old auctioneer, the night pearls on the ground seemed to obey his command and immediately dimmed.

But what is brighter than this pearl at night is the light in the eyes of these auctioneers.

Their eyes sparkled with desire and greed, which was a bit brighter than all the night-glow pearls in the world.

"Everyone, I won't explain too much about this picture of hell in disguise. You can watch it carefully and you can bid at any time!" The old auctioneer's voice sounded, and then he added, "Because of the special nature of this picture.

, we do not use three bids as the criterion. From now on, within six hours, the highest bidder will win. We will report the highest price every quarter of an hour and remind the number."

After saying that, his voice suddenly dropped, "All auction house personnel, follow the rules and cover your eyes with a cloth!"

Amid everyone's confused gazes, all the auction house staff took out a piece of cloth and covered their eyes.

Famous paintings in the world, especially famous paintings that have been passed down through the ages, can be used as conversation materials for a lifetime if you can take a look at them. As a painter, this is especially true. Seeing famous paintings is like a monk hearing the wonderful voice passed down from ancient times, which can improve one's vision and level.

Taking it to the next level. Most of the people who came here for this painting are painters. Although their level is not as high as that of Wang Yanqing and Zhong Ling, if they are famous outside, they can be regarded as well-known existences.

For people like them, they will definitely not suffer any loss if they take another look at the handiwork of famous artists.

In their world, they would not read the handwriting of famous artists unless that person was a fool. But these kind people from the auction house in front of them were neither fools nor idiots. On the contrary, everyone's cultivation level was not too weak.

But just like them, they made such a move, which made this group of auctioneers, including Xie Lingyun and others, more vigilant.

As all the people at the honest auction house closed their eyes, a painting as tall as a person suddenly hung down from the top, like a waterfall.

Everyone frowned. When they first saw this painting, not only did they not find it amazing, but they felt it was messy. It looked like it was pieced together from eighteen disorganized small paintings. Although it was obvious that the painting was very skillful, surpassing most others.

The painting can be regarded as a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation by a famous painting saint, but I always feel that it does not live up to its reputation.

"I said, your kind auction house won't deceive us with fake paintings, right?"

"It's just that it's so mysterious. It's not as good as the one I painted. What a bullshit disguised picture of hell. Tell me, did your kind auction house create a fake painting to fool us?"

"Most of our people are painters. Even if they are not good at painting, they still have good appreciation."

Many auctioneers have changed from their original expectations and excitement to distrust and indifference at this moment. The content and skill shown in this painting cannot reach the height of the "painting saint" they imagined.

Some people even ridiculed: "If this painting is at the level of a painting saint, then those here are probably all painting saints. Master Zhong Ling, and Master Wang Yanqing, who are they? Have they surpassed the painting saint?"

As soon as these words came out, there was a burst of laughter.

As for the mentioned Zhong Ling and Wang Yanqing, they frowned. They took a step forward and stared at the painting, their faces full of solemnity.

"Two masters, why don't you be so serious? This painting is just like this. The technique is good, but it is average."

Someone braved it, came to Zhong Ling's side, and said softly.

Bai Qiaoer, on the other hand, wanted to stop the person who disturbed the two of them, but in the end she just put down her outstretched hand and did not stop him.

Everyone could tell that these two people must have figured out something and were in the stage of understanding. It would be rude to interrupt them at this time, and it would be very unfriendly to them.

"What did you see?" Wang Yanqing calmed down at this time, turned his head and glanced at Zhong Ling, and asked softly.

"What about you?" Zhong Ling didn't answer him, but asked him.

"The burden of life and death, the rise of passion, the end of cause and effect, self-cultivation, and the endless cycle of reincarnation."

At this time, Wang Yanqing's body was completely gone, and he was like a highly respected monk. His originally harsh and noisy voice became a little warmer.

When the old auctioneer heard this, he wanted to pull off the cloth covering his eyes. He wanted to see if this was still Wang Yanqing, who was not stingy.

"I saw the four seasons, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, coming back and forth." Zhong Ling said softly.

"You are really lazy, but this time, let's settle it as a draw?" Wang Yanqing glanced at Zhong Ling and said.

"Okay." The conversation between the two was like old friends, simple and natural.

After hearing this, everyone realized that the two of them were not fighting, but had already started fighting. This time, the fighting was all about the interpretation of "Hell in Disguise".

So, they all looked at this painting, but they were still confused. Looking at these eighteen messy paintings with various punishments painted on them, they couldn't understand it at all.

"Connect the two words."

Perhaps influenced by the two of them, Xie Lingyun, who had been standing at the back, forgot about his most important task and even forgot to conceal his identity, so he suddenly reminded him.

Xie Tiannan naturally heard the voice. Although he felt it was familiar, he couldn't remember who it was. He was born in the Xie family, so he naturally knew how to appreciate a good painting.

"Spring is the burden of life and death; summer is the bloom of passion; autumn is the end of cause and effect; winter is self-cultivation. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter come again and again, one spring and another autumn." Xie Tiannan suddenly murmured softly.

Dao, although his voice was very soft, it caused ripples in everyone's hearts.

Everyone fell silent, and the only sound in the entire hall was their slightly heavy breathing.

They knew that this painting was definitely not simple, so they all calmed down and looked at the painting silently.

When the surroundings became quiet, a smile finally appeared on the old auctioneer's face, and the group of people finally began to understand the painting.

Xie Tiannan also looked at the painting. After some advice from Wang Yanqing and Zhong Ling, he had a different feeling when he looked at the painting again.

He only felt that he had arrived at an execution ground, and the past events of his future appeared before his eyes one by one. How he deceived Xie Lingyun's eldest brother, how he fooled everyone with his sweet talk, and how he created the fairy music to harm the people appeared one by one, and even he also

I saw the tragic situation of people who drank the music of gods, their families were ruined, and their morals were corrupted.

And next to him, a man with a sinister face suddenly appeared, like a hair protector in the temple, holding pliers in his hand, as if he wanted to pull out his tongue.

There were even various types of punishments standing not far away. What frightened him the most were the clusters of sharp iron trees!

If Li Zhiyi could see this scene, he would definitely recognize it. This is the tongue-pulling hell and the iron tree hell mentioned in the Buddhist scriptures. These two levels of hell are dedicated to those who sow discord, use clever words and tricks, and sow discord between brothers!

At this time, cold sweat broke out on Xie Tiannan's forehead, a light appeared in his eyes, and he immediately started wailing as if he was stunned.

In fact, not only Xie Tiannan, but other people too, some hugged their heads and cried, some cried bitterly, some beat their chests, and some even began to tell the unbearable secrets in their hearts!

The old auctioneer and the others had long known the strangeness of this painting, so they covered their eyes. Hearing the sounds of this group of people, a smile appeared on his face.

…
Chapter completed!