He collected his energy, took a short rest, and ate the remaining two kilograms of braised beef.

This is what martial arts training is like, the more you eat, the faster you get hungry.

It is said that there is a great leader in Xuankong Temple.

The combination of Zen and martial arts, the profound practice of Taoism, and eating three cows a day were once said to be a miracle.

After finishing my daily homework and rinsing away the sweat all over my body, the sky is getting dark and everyone is closing their doors.

The public security in the outer city is naturally not as good as that in the inner city.

Every night, even the government officials from the Wucheng Military and Horse Department are unwilling to go out to watch the night.

Most of them are doing errands and hiding somewhere to eat wine.

Therefore, even if there is no curfew.

The sons of good families in the outer city will also go home early, for fear of provoking unclean and evil things.

"The imitation of Shen Haishi... everyone's handiwork."

Ji Yuan lit the rusty oil lamp in the main room, took off the painting bag, and unfolded the scroll of "The Skeleton Bodhisattva's Night Banquet of Bliss".

Some dim light shines on the skeletal Bodhisattva, who looks both happy and frightened, with half a graceful figure and half a miserable skeleton.

A gloomy demonic atmosphere, like countless slippery and slimy slender tentacles, filled the simple house.

Ji Yuan frowned slightly and turned around suddenly.

He heard things coming from the corner, under the bed, and behind him.

Tiny sounds moved back and forth.

It seems like many people are whispering to each other.

"It makes me uneasy...there is something weird about this painting!"

A sense of vigilance of being spied on and shrouded in malice hovered in Ji Yuan's heart.

The lights flickered, and his face looked uncertain.

Those cold and stern eyes couldn't help but stare at the white-bone Bodhisattva.

The pink skull and the white bones are Buddha!

Gradually, for some unknown reason, Ji Yuan had a strong impulse to take refuge in his disciples.

But as soon as this thought arose, the Emperor's Dao Diagram within the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly trembled, creating a circle of brilliant light.

Tsk!

Like torn silk!

Ji Yuan's eyes suddenly sobered up, and he looked at the picture of "The Bone Bodhisattva's Night Banquet of Bliss" again.

The scroll is still spread out on the table motionless, but it has lost its original terrifying feeling.

The dim room suddenly became quiet, and there were no more tiny murmurs or weird whispers.

"Is this painting really a forgery?"

Ji Yuan sat on the bench and suspected that Chen Haishi, who was called the ghost fairy in the painting, was probably not an ordinary person.
Chapter completed!