Painting the Coffin to Seal the Sky

Shen Chaolin carried a coffin into the mountains and studied painting. Several months passed by in a blink of an eye. Outside the cave, the grass leaves are withered and yellow, and the cold wind blows into the cave. The ink on the paper on the coffin was still wet, so Shen Chaolin took back his brush and blew on the paper. His paintings have already begun to show signs of artistic conception. As my mind moved slightly, the bamboo leaves in the painting were suspended in front of my eyes. I raised my finger slightly and the bamboo leaves shot out of the cave. There was a crisp "click" sound and the tree fell to the ground. During this period, he tried several times, but the black coffin could not fit into the painting. Shen Chaolin glanced at the bones in the corner, picked up the black coffin and walked out of the cave.