I have a weird dynasty

Chapter 290 Painting (asking for monthly ticket)
After returning to the Gui Dynasty, Sang Que took off a mole and kept it away so that people here would not fail to recognize her.

After coming out of the small stone forest, Sangque saw the wall of Qingfeng Temple at a glance.

The enclosed area is very large, and can accommodate a three-story courtyard. The front yard is planned to have a main hall and two side halls. The middle yard can be used to build some side rooms for pilgrims who come to burn incense to stay temporarily. The back yard will be used as a residence for Yaozhen himself and other disciples of the Taoist temple.

Yaozhen will definitely recruit people in the future. She cannot handle such a large Taoist temple by herself.

All the trees around the Taoist temple have been left, and the original path leading to the mountain has been completely blocked by the temple. One has to exit from the back door of the temple to find the path.

Sang Que approached with the box. It was still some time before dusk and no one was working in the Taoist temple.

All the way from Chaotian Pass into Mingyue Mountain, there was no one on the road. There were dark clouds in the west and the sky was gloomy. Something must have happened.

Sang Que took a shotgun and some firecrackers with her. She had made a lot of shotgun bullets during this period of time, so she had enough material.

Sang Que wrapped the shotgun in cloth and placed it in the quiver on his back. He hid the two boxes halfway up Shuangping Mountain and teleported all the way to the west side of Mingyue Mountain.

There were crisscross paths along the road, earth and rocks piled on both sides of the dug river channel, and a large number of farm tools thrown on the roadside, but there was still no one.

Sangque became more alert and went all the way to the westernmost tributary of the hanging river in Mingyue Mountain, where he finally saw the people in the mountains gathered around the temporary cofferdam beside the tributary.

There were dark clouds overhead. Everyone stood there straight with their backs to the mulberry tree, motionless. The surroundings were so quiet that the only sounds were the swaying of leaves and the flowing of the river.

As Sangque moved a little closer, those people seemed to suddenly come alive and return to normal. Yaozhen, who was in the middle of the crowd, turned around and saw Sangque, and immediately came forward to greet him.

"You're finally back."

Sang Que stood still with his eyes slightly narrowed. When Yao Zhen walked in front of him, Sang Que suddenly pulled out the Tokachi stone dagger that he had just customized in modern times and slashed it across Yao Zhen's neck.

Yao Zhen opened her eyes in shock. Sparks and ashes flew from the cracked neck, and a large amount of black ink overflowed, instantly melting into a pool of ink.

The other people around also showed ferocious expressions at this time. In Sangque's ghost eyes, all the people here were black ghost shadows, not living people.

Just as he was about to retreat, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew from behind. When Sang Que turned around, he saw a painting coming towards him.

The powerful suppression force made Sangque almost unable to resist, and he could only swing the Tokachi Stone Dagger with all his might.

The painting was like a phantom, crashing past Sang Que. Sang Que staggered back a step, and the painting disappeared without a trace behind her.

When she stood firmly, Sangque found that day had turned into night, and she was still by the river. Everything around her seemed to have not changed, but it also seemed that everything had changed.

Sang Que used his ghost eyes to look around, and saw a pitch-black darkness in front of him. The darkness was like flowing ink, hiding countless hideous and huge, terrifying creatures that could not be looked at directly or explored. They were crowded together and were everywhere.

His mind was shaken, and an uncontrollable chill rushed straight to his head. His ghost eyes were suppressed by an invisible force and he could no longer see clearly.

This is no longer the real Mingyue Mountain, but some kind of ghostland that is more powerful than her.

The painting is obviously related to the number one scholar ghost. The missing people in the mountain, as well as Yaozhen, Luo Danian and others, must be in the painting.

As expected, all of her ghost-related powers were suppressed, and her heart, the ghost child, and the strange bride were all disconnected.

This means that the power of the painting is stronger than hers. If the painting was derived from the No. 1 Ghost, it would probably have a strength of the fifth level.

In a world where evil spirits are rampant, the ghost of the top scholar has once lurked nearby. It is normal to have such misfortune.

Sangque is now only worried that he will come back too late.

Sang Que checked the items on his body and found that everything was there. According to previous experience, he could not actively use the power of ghosts when suppressed, but those passive abilities were still there, such as resuscitation and injury recovery.

"First find Yaozhen to understand the situation, and then we should be able to get out with the embroidered shoes." In the real Mingyue Mountain, a painting was suspended in the air, surrounded by the same villagers who were still standing still, and the "exactly the same" mulberry sparrow.

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At the same time, in the forest.

Qiao Ling, carrying a bamboo basket for collecting herbs on his back and holding a small hoe in his hand, followed Xia Chan all the way.

"Slow down, let me dig some medicine."

Xia Chan was so hungry that her stomach growled. Steamed buns and sesame cakes could not fill her stomach which needed flesh and blood. She anxiously searched the mountains and forests for any traces of wild animals.

Even a wild rabbit would be fine.

But it was strange that they had entered a relatively deep part of the forest, and apart from some birds that were easily startled, there were no other wild animals.

Xia Chan was so hungry that she was about to cry. She even began to wonder if her sister would blame her if she really ate the black donkey.

meow~
Xuan Yu, lying on Xia Chan's shoulder, comforted her softly, raised his nose and sniffed carefully, helping Xia Chan to lock onto the scent of other creatures.

Xia Chan often saw Qiao Ling feeding Xuan Yu with medicine pills, and said that Xuan Yu was a rare good cat.

Xuanyu's fur has become darker and shinier during this period, and his pair of emerald green cat eyes are so bright at night that it makes people's heart palpitate.

The reaction speed in other aspects has been greatly improved, even the summer cicadas can feel it clearly.

The last time they went into the mountains to hunt, Xuanyu tore open a wild boar's throat with one claw, with extreme speed, accuracy and ruthlessness!
Meow!
Xuan Yu suddenly raised his paw and pointed in a direction. The whole cat turned into a black lightning and jumped out from Xia Chan's shoulder.

Xia Chan's eyes lit up, "Wait a minute, little Chan!"

"Hey! You two!"

Qiao Ling stopped halfway up the mountain with her hands on her hips, panting, and was completely unable to catch up with the two energetic little guys.

In desperation, Qiao Ling had to take out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve, pour out a pill and swallow it. All the fatigue in his body was immediately swept away. He climbed up the steep slope that was originally impossible to climb in just a few steps and followed closely behind Xia Chan.

After chasing for a few steps, Qiao Ling twitched his nose and smelled blood. It was not fresh, but a rancid bloody smell with the scent of evil spirits.

She quickened her pace and passed through several bushes in front. She saw Xia Chan standing under a tree with his mouth covered, and Xuan Yu hunched his back warily.

The forest looked like someone had dug out an entire piece of it, leaving behind a huge hole with nothing in it. On the edge of the hole lay the carcass of a wild boar, with its intestines all over the ground. There were black spots in part of the intestines and blood, which were spreading towards the entire carcass.

"Look there!"

Xia Chan pointed to the center of the pit. Qiao Ling squinted and looked over there. He saw that the air there was strangely distorted, with a thin mist overflowing from it. When the leaves blown by the wind touched the distortion, they would immediately disappear out of thin air.

Qiao Ling's face was as dark as water. "Something came out from the hidden world and left this distortion."

The distortion is gradually disappearing. The hidden world is a dead place with only ghosts and no living things. Evil ghosts that are not strong enough cannot survive in the hidden world.

Qiao Ling pulled off the small cloth bag from her waist, which contained some medicinal powder that looked like incense ash. She walked around the edge of the hollowed-out area in the woods, continuously sprinkling the powder.

Soon, a pitch-black shadow emerged from the powder, holding a scroll in his hand. Ink kept dripping from his body, and he slowly walked deeper into the forest.

After the powder dispersed, the figure disappeared.

Qiao Ling turned to look at Xia Chan with a serious expression, "That's probably the top scholar ghost who escaped from Wangshan City. I have to follow it to determine its location and then find someone to imprison it. Do you want to come with me?"