Chapter 175 Sick

This is also the reason why he pretended to be a girl and his bones became smaller and his height became shorter.

The changes in the bones naturally make the appearance cooler and more neutral.

But this is a dress-up system, not a sex change system. No matter how you cross-dress, you can still wear a small skirt.

What girls have is not what boys have, and what boys have is not going away, they just change their height and face.

Wen Sinian, who knew Xie Juanchao's dressing system, frowned tightly as he looked at Xie Juanchao's back.

He really didn't expect that his brother would be such a person, who would pretend to be a girl in order to gain the trust of girls.

"Beast!" The eyes under the lenses stared coldly at Xie Juanchao's back. Wen Sinian cursed in a low voice, knowing that Xie Juanchao could hear it.

His gaze was too direct, and Xie Juanchao's five senses were already very sensitive. Even Wang Hongzhuang, who was walking beside Wen Sinian, didn't hear the words, but he did.

Xie Juan turned his head and looked back. He couldn't say anything with Wan'an beside him, but Wen Snian still saw two words in his cold eyes - sick!

Noticing the faint light in the Goddess' wooden house, Wan'an carefully took off his coat with the bell and hung it on a tree.

The group of people quietly approached the wooden house. As they got closer, they could hear the low-pitched chanting of the goddess.

Xie Juanchao, who has sensitive senses, understood the words recited by the goddess before Wan'an and the others, and whispered: "The Diamond Sutra recited in Sanskrit."

Wan An paused as he raised his feet to go up the steps of the wooden house.

She didn't expect that the goddess had such a wide range of beliefs, including belief in mountain gods and reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The four people went up to the wooden house one by one. Each thin wood in the Godmother's wooden house was straight and tightly tied. It was twice the size of other villagers' wooden houses. They climbed up the ladder, corridor and guardrail.

This was convenient for Wan'an and the others. They could stand in the corridor and looked for a gap. Wan'an squinted and looked in carefully.

This time, she heard the goddess speak the Diamond Sutra fluently.

She held a brush in her hand, and the table was covered with rough yellow rice paper, writing Sanskrit and reading at the same time.

The four of them observed for a while and saw that the goddess had been writing and reciting scriptures and doing nothing else, so they turned and left.

Walking around the village path, Wan An looked at Wen Sinian walking in front and suddenly stopped him: "Wen Sinian, can you write calligraphy?"

"I know a little bit." Wen Sinian nodded.

Wan'an took out the ink brush and yellow rice paper from the stone room of the mountain temple, spread them out on a flat stone surface, chuckled and said, "How about you write a few words for me?"

"Brush calligraphy?" When Wen Sinian heard this, he first looked at Xie Juanchao, who was lighting up the lamp with a fairy stick, and said, "Xie Juanchao can also write, and he can write better than me."

After saying that, he gave Xie Junchao a look.

There is something in the eyes: Look, brother, I am reliable!

Afraid that Wan'an would ask him again how he knew Xie Juanchao could write better than him, Wen Sinian also added: "At that time, in the tomb robbery copy, we found cinnabar and peach wood, and drew on the peach wood according to the main line.

The talisman can drive away zombies, and it is the talisman drawn by Xie Junchao. The characters of the talisman are made of iron painted with silver hooks inserted into the wood."

Hearing this, Wan'an raised his head and glanced at Xie Juanchao.

As expected, Xie Juanchao received an expectant look.

A smile appeared on Wan An's face. Under Xie Juanchao's expectant eyes, he turned to look at Wen Snian and shook his head: "But I just want what you wrote."

The smile in Xie Juan's eyes disappeared.

Wen Sinian stared at Xie Juanchao coldly and struggled: "Why don't Xie Juanchao write it? His handwriting is more beautiful."

"No, I will use this to invite the mountain god to appear tomorrow, and I need you to write it." Wan'an's attitude was firm.

"Write it quickly." Xie Juanchao stood aside and said quietly.

Wen Sinian: "..."

Facing Xie Juan's cold knife on his back, Wen Sinian's brush was stained with ink. His hands could not fight, but his heart was trembling, and he asked: "What to write?"

"Recommended by an old friend, please help me." Wan An replied with a smile: "Sign the signature, the God of Guanshan."
Chapter completed!