Liaozhai: A Poor Monk Transcends to Immortal

Chapter 66 The Real Beauty Painting
Midnight,

The wind and rain were still coming quickly. Perhaps it was the force of the rain, or the sound of thunder, or perhaps the warmth rising by the fire. The scholar opened his eyes in confusion.

"Well!"

"Nine students."

The scholar hesitated, and the man on the side hurriedly stepped forward.

He asked worriedly: "Master, do you feel tired and weak?"

Fatigue and weakness are the initial symptoms of wind and cold, and then the temperature will get hotter and hotter, making the whole body unbearable. In severe cases, gibbering is more likely to occur.

Hearing the question, the scholar shook his head: "I'm just a little weak, nothing serious."

Then he struggled to sit up.

"My servant is rude. I am here to apologize to my young master."

Although he fell into a coma, he could still remember the first few moments, so it was natural to know that Jiu Sheng had brought him into the temple to take shelter from the rain, and what happened after that was unknown. However, looking at the situation in front of him, it seems that the young master had not thrown him out. people.

"The donor does not need to be polite."

Practical etiquette, understanding, and moderation make him a humble gentleman.

"Unknown donor's surname?"

"But Xiaosheng is negligent. Xiaosheng Zhu Yan and Zhu Sansi, this is my servant and book boy Zhu Jiusheng."

Xu Zisu nodded: "Little monk Pudu has met three donors."

three?

The scholar was obviously taken aback, and Zhu Jiusheng beside him hurriedly explained in a low voice, and then looked at the scroll in the book basket in fear from time to time.

When the scholar heard this, his eyes became brighter.

Although he is a scholar, what he loves most in his life is strange stories. This is also the purpose of choosing to study and travel around.

It's a pity that after traveling around for a year, I haven't seen any strange things at all.

Come to think of it, if we really encountered him, we probably wouldn't be able to survive here.

I never thought that on the way back, I would meet the so-called fox ghost Qiannu.

After saying that, he stood up hurriedly, looked around the ruined temple for a moment, and then bowed and said, "Xiaosheng Zhu Yan thanks the girl for saving her life."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Xu Zisu with unfinished thoughts: "Master, can you let me see the girl and say thank you in person?"

Interesting scholar. Ordinary people would be frightened and uneasy when they hear ghosts. This scholar actually aroused deep curiosity.

A hint of helplessness also appeared on Zhu Jiusheng's face. He knew best about his young master. He had mentioned the fox demon and ghost girl more than once during his study tour. Now that he finally saw it, how could he not be sure about it?

Xu Zisu smiled slightly, and then looked at the woman by the fire.

The woman nodded indifferently.

Xu Zisu waved his hand and threw out a ray of Buddha's light, and saw a graceful silhouette appearing in front of him.

Zhu Yan opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful figure in front of him, his eyes were full of shock,

Beautiful, so beautiful,

His eyes were full of appreciation, but there was no trace of greed or metaphor.

Then he seemed to have discovered something and hurriedly patted Jiu Sheng who was supporting him beside him: "Jiu Sheng, painting."

Zhu Jiusheng stepped forward and hesitated for a moment to pick up the painting. He felt a chill all over his body. Of course he knew it was his own illusion, but that feeling was really beyond words.

"Master."

Zhu Yan took the painting, untied the painting rope and unfolded the scroll.

A picture of a lost beauty suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The woman in the painting is [-]% similar to the one in front of her. The only difference is the charm of the painting.

Zhu Yan's eyes were bright and his face was full of excitement.

"It's her, it's really her."

"I never thought that Zhu would be able to see the person in the painting in his lifetime. It's a worthwhile trip. It's a worthwhile trip."

Seeing Zhu Yan laughing excitedly, Xu Zisu shook his head helplessly.

"Does the donor know how the painting in your hand was made?" Huh?
The three of them were stunned at the same time.

Zhu Yan calmed down, but Qiannu thought she had lost her composure in front of her.

Then he asked doubtfully: "Isn't it possible that the master didn't draw it?"

"Of course it was painted. What the young monk asked was how to make it."

How to make it?

What's there to consider?
It’s nothing more than paper, ink and wood.

Zhu Yan smiled slightly and expressed his knowledge.

Xu Zisu shook his head: "This painting is made of human bones as the axis, human skin as the surface, and human blood melted into ink."

"Snapped!"

The scroll fell to the ground, Zhu Yan's face turned pale and his hands trembled.

"This······"

"Is this a joke, young master?"

Xu Zisu shook his head: "The young monk is not lying. In other words, this painting is of this girl."

When he first saw the reason, he was also very shocked. Painting with a woman and sealing her in the painting. No matter what the reason was, she was an extremely hateful person.

The most important thing is that if you want to achieve this level, you must be a living person.

Painting with living people has a cold heart, as if he is not the son of a human being.

"Damn it, who the hell would do such a heartless thing." Zhu Yan looked at the scroll on the ground and didn't have the courage to pick it up, so he couldn't help but cursed.

Zhu Jiusheng beside him couldn't help but shudder. He looked at the woman standing by the fire, with a flash of pity in his eyes.

The woman's eyes were full of confusion, as if she was remembering, but the blank memory made her at a loss.

For a time, the ruined temple fell into a deathly silence.

After a long time, Zhu Yan slowly leaned down, picked up the scroll, and then closed it with a complicated expression.

"Little master, can you save this girl?"

"can."

Then the three people looked at the girl.

Zhu Yan lowered his eyebrows and said, "Girl, there are so many dirty people in this world. They have defiled my girl in this life. I hope she won't worry about them."

This kind of common saying can only be heard, if it comes to mind, no one can say it.

The woman looked at Xu Zisu and said, "Master, can you help the little girl find her lost memory?"

Xu Zisu pondered for a long time, and then nodded: "Such a villain should not be allowed to survive in this world."

However, Xu Zisu frowned, with a look of helplessness on his face.
How difficult it is to find someone based on just a picture scroll.

Even if he is a monk, there is nothing he can do about it, as he is afraid he will be looking for a needle in a haystack.

Ok?
"The girl just said, can you remember a person's name?"

"Wang Tingxu."

Wang Tingxu?
Zhu Yan made a sound in surprise.

Xu Zisu asked: "Has the donor heard of this name?"

"Wang Tingxu is a talented man from Ningzhou. He is famous for his paintings and is known as the best painter in Ningzhou. Xiaosheng once had a relationship with him. He is gentle and elegant, like a noble man, not a vicious person."

"Moreover, this painting was accidentally acquired by Xiaosheng while he was in Qingping Mansion. Qingping Mansion is thousands of miles away from Ningzhou Mansion. Wang Sheng has never been heard of leaving Ningzhou Mansion in recent years. I'm afraid this matter has little to do with him."

"Knowing people but not their hearts, how do you know that the donor was not brought out of Ningzhou Prefecture by someone else?"

Zhu Yan was silent for a while, then raised his head: "A gentleman has the same name, and the king's name is passed down to Ningzhou. If the girl is from Ningzhou Prefecture, it makes sense that she has admired her and remembered it, but nothing is absolute. Xiaosheng wishes Accompany the young master to Ningzhou Mansion and confront Wang Sheng. If this matter has nothing to do with Wang Sheng, please ask the young master to apologize to Wang Sheng."

Another stubborn scholar,

However, living in the secular world, it seems that it is appropriate to attach importance to fame and fortune.

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(End of this chapter)