Thousands of Years of Ink Became Fine

It is said that there is a word painting between heaven and earth. " Good or bad will come through the ages. If you get it, your family name will eventually fall. He is lonely and scoundrel when things happen, but when he encounters the passage of books, he becomes a talent. " It was made by a painter who traveled here and was later collected in a temple in the mountains. After listening to the abbot's sermons, calligraphy and painting absorbed the energy of heaven and earth, and over time, they became spiritual. Later, the ink formed into a human form, bid farewell to the abbot, and decided to take a look at the world. But people's hearts are unpredictable, and they have been repeatedly frustrated in the world. The ink eventually returned to the temple, unwilling to be contaminated by the mortal world... After the changes of the times, the temple disappeared. After many twists and turns, the calligraphy and painting was collected by a professor. "When you encounter a book, you become a talent..." It seems like all this is just a coincidence, Or should I say, everything is already destined...