Day and night tour

Chapter 131 The Fairy in the Painting

"There's something we forgot to do." Lu Mingkun reminded Zhou Xuan.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"We haven't dealt with Du Kaili's body yet." Lv Mingkun slid the bamboo knife into his hand and said, "The disciples who disobeyed the hall are now working for the kidnapper."

"Are you afraid that the evildoer might listen to the corpse's voice and learn our identities from Du Kaili's bones?"

"Yes."

The more Lu Mingkun thought about it, the more frightened he became. He wanted to ask the driver to stop the car and go to Shan De Hospital to find out about this clue.

"Why are you panicking?" Zhou Xuan analyzed to Lu Mingkun, "I've thought about what you said a long time ago, but don't be afraid. I was the only one responsible for Du Likai's death, and in my current state, do you think they can find me?"

Zhou Xuan had put on makeup and now looked like an old man. Even if you saw him, with this look, where could you find the real Zhou Xuan?
"But he can find it according to your means."

"Let him find it." Zhou Xuan smiled as if he was watching a good show. "I killed Du Kaili by using the storyteller's eighth stick of incense method - entering dreams through dreams. Even if he figured out this method, he would have to seek revenge on the storyteller of the eighth stick of incense. What does it have to do with me, Zhou Xuan?"

When Lv Mingkun heard this, he immediately smiled as if he was looking forward to seeing the scene of Du Kaili being killed. "After hearing what you said, I am actually looking forward to listening to the corpse's voice and seeing the scene of Du Kaili being killed."

……

The tram stopped steadily at the street corner of Dongshi Street. Opposite it was a football field where a group of teenagers were playing football. Mu Hua was standing nearby watching.

"Muhua also likes to watch football?"

Lu Mingkun had sharp eyes and saw Mu Hua.

"He just doesn't like to talk. He may have some problems with his brain nerves, but he also wants to pursue happiness."

"Did you notice that Muhua is wearing the same gown as you?"

Lu Mingkun reminded again.

Zhou Xuan first looked down at the color of his gown, then looked at Mu Hua. To be honest, the two looked indistinguishable, and with the contrasting colors of their clothes, they looked exactly the same.

"I'm wearing the same clothes as you. I'll have to change when I get home." Zhou Xuan wanted to distinguish himself from Mu Hua to avoid misunderstanding by people in Dongshi Street and causing accusations against him.

After Zhou Xuan looked at Mu Hua a few more times, he paid no more attention to her and went to the old painting studio with Lu Mingkun.

The door of the old painting studio was open, and the scene in the shop was exactly the same as what Zhou Xuan, Yu Xuejing and the former owner Li Lingzhang had seen in their memories.

However, there was a middle-aged Taoist priest sitting at the door. He was wearing a green Taoist robe and was holding a copy of the "Dongling Sutra", reading it with great interest.

"Who is this middle-aged Taoist priest?" Zhou Xuan wondered in his heart. He walked up to the Taoist priest and asked, "Are you the boss?"

The middle-aged Taoist priest was startled, then he put away the book, stood up, and smiled: "I am the owner of this store, sir, what would you like to buy?"

"Weren't you the boss before?"

"Oh, he went out for something and sold the shop to me. We are relatives."

The Taoist priest went to the store with a smile and made a cup of tea for Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun.

Zhou Xuan took the tea, but didn't drink it. He put it on the table. Lu Mingkun didn't drink it either.

When you are out, don't drink what belongs to strangers. This is a warning of the secret door. Zhou Xuan didn't drink it because he felt that the Taoist priest was lying.

Li Lingzhang was not in trouble, he was killed by a wet dream, which was equivalent to an unexpected death. How could a person who suffered an unexpected death sell the store in advance?

In addition, Zhou Xuan carefully read Li Lingzhang's memory. How could there be a relative like the middle-aged Taoist priest?
There is something wrong with this Taoist priest. He occupied Li Lingzhang's shop?
But Zhou Xuan didn't care whether he had occupied someone else's shop or not. Instead, he was busy flipping through various books and paintings in the old painting studio.

Since the blood well indicated that the tattoo opportunity was in this store, and Li Lingzhang had no memory of the tattoo.

Zhou Xuan wondered if there was an old book in the store that recorded the method of raising money through tattoos.

Li Lingzhang collects old books, but he rarely reads what is written in them... Old books are purchased by the kilogram, so there are all kinds of books. He has no hobby of reading, so many books remain in the same condition when he buys them and when he sells them.

Zhou Xuan began to sit down seriously and flip through the old books.

During this time, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't keep quiet. He took out a pair of walnuts and asked Zhou Xuan if he wanted them. Then he took out a few old copper coins and asked Zhou Xuan if he thought they were worth buying.

While Lao Hua Zhai sells used books, it also sells small antiques and collectibles. The items are not guaranteed to be authentic. They may really be old items from Da Kaimen, or they may be from last week...

"Look at this walnut, my dear. It has been handed down for hundreds of years. Look at the patina and the color. More than ten old men have bought it."

"Have you seen this pot? It's a real thing. It came from the palace. I'm giving it to you because I think you look kind. What's your price?"

"Don't just read those books, look at this calligraphy book. Do you like to practice calligraphy? This is an authentic copy. The great calligrapher Xi Cong practiced according to this copy. His calligraphy is so smooth and graceful that it can move like a dragon or a snake, and his strokes are as sharp as iron and silver!"

Zhou Xuan got a headache after hearing this. In an instant he felt like there were dozens of people standing next to him, chattering non-stop!

"Grandma's."

Zhou Xuan just wanted to read books seriously and find an opportunity to get a tattoo.

He couldn't bear it any longer, so he grabbed a pair of walnuts and asked the middle-aged Taoist priest, "How much are the walnuts?"

"I won't ask you for more, 80,000!"

"I asked you to name your price, not to make a wish... eight dollars!"

"Uh...ok!"

Are you still hesitating?
Zhou Xuan put the walnuts into his pocket, poked the middle-aged Taoist's nose and said, "I've made a promise beforehand. I bought the walnuts to help you with your business. Now I just want to read a book quietly. Don't talk later, and I won't talk either. Whoever speaks first is a fucking coward!"

He took out eight yuan, stuffed it into the Taoist's pocket, and continued to flip through the book.

Suddenly, the whole world became quiet.

Zhou Xuan finally stopped hearing the nagging sales pitch and his efficiency in flipping through books increased a lot.

The middle-aged Taoist priest seemed to want to talk very much. Even though they had an appointment, he tried again and again to find Zhou Xuan to chat for a few words.

Every time he was about to speak, Zhou Xuan would spin a walnut, reminding the Taoist not to forget the agreement.

Finally, the middle-aged Taoist priest couldn't hold it in any longer, so he took a cup of tea, sat on the curb, and started chatting with an old lady who was selling fruit with a basket in front of her.

During the conversation, he nodded and shook his head, and was having a great time.

Zhou Xuan stayed in the room, flipping through book after book until late at night. However, he could not find any opportunity to get a tattoo, let alone a book that taught people how to do ordinary tattoos.

When he turned to the last book, Zhou Xuan felt that he could no longer recognize the characters. It was like he had been looking at a character for 20 seconds, and the more he looked at it, the less it looked like a character. "Master, Master! Huazi was beaten."

Xiao Fuzi stood at the door of the bookstore and called Zhou Xuan.

Zhou Xuan finished reading the book in his hand, but still could not find any record of opportunities for tattoos.

He put the book back on the shelf in disappointment and walked out of the store.

“Is there something wrong with my thinking?”

Zhou Xuan walked to Xiao Fuzi, put aside the matter of the tattoo opportunity, and asked Xiao Fuzi: "Hua Zi, who is Hua Zi? You were beaten too?"

Xiao Fuzi's face was covered with bruises, blue and purple, his lips were broken, and his face was dirty.

"Muhua, I just went to the street to buy some small furniture, and I saw Muhua being bullied by a group of half-grown kids playing football. I went to stop the fight, and they beat me up like this. Muhua was even worse off, and he was almost beaten to death."

Xiao Fuzi is a kind-hearted person. He does not bully Mu Hua. He also has a particularly good impression of Mu Hua because Mu Hua looks like Zhou Xuan.

"Fifth Senior Brother and I will go take a look."

……

A teenager is a child of 14 or 15 years old.

If these children are guided in a kind way, they will be extremely kind, brave, full of sense of justice and courage.

But if they are led to evil, they will be extremely evil, without mercy, full of violence and without any empathy.

The group of kids who beat Muhua were the latter.

The reason for the beating was simple. It was because one of the children took a fancy to Mu Hua's long gown and asked him to take it off. He refused, so the group of children started beating him, punching and kicking Mu Hua.

When Zhou Xuan and Lu Mingkun arrived, Mu Hua instinctively hugged his head. His long gown was covered with footprints and torn to shreds, and half of his face was swollen.

Some of the children even took off their pants and urinated on Muhua.

"Damn it, it's okay to bully people, but don't bully them like this."

Zhou Xuan was extremely angry. He walked over to Mu Hua and kicked one of the kids: "Get lost!"

The child felt pain, and the rest of the gang gathered around Zhou Xuan.

Lu Mingkun swung his palm and slapped the group of children one by one.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

There was endless applause.

This group of half-grown children all bullied the weak and feared the strong. When they saw Lu Mingkun, they covered their heads and ran away.

Lu Mingkun followed slowly from behind, and slapped him in the face when he caught up with him.

"Fifth Brother, beat them all the way to their doorstep..."

After Zhou Xuan finished instructing Lu Mingkun, Xiao Fuzi had already carried Mu Hua. Mu Hua looked at the two of them, still the same as before, not saying a word, and even his eyes did not contain any emotion.

The three of them walked towards Zhou Xuan's shop.

When they reached the store, Zhou Xuan said to Xiao Fuzi, "Carry him to Cuijie's store. We won't cook dinner tonight, but eat at the restaurant."

"Yeah." Xiao Fuzi agreed.

Zhou Xuan pushed open the shop door. The room had been cleaned up by Xiao Fuzi. The hole in the ceiling was patched up, the screen on the first floor was put up, and all the furniture was spotlessly clean.

"Xiao Fuzi is really skillful."

Zhou Xuan pulled a stool and started thinking about the opportunity of getting a tattoo again.

"The opportunity is in the old painting studio, but the books in the old painting studio don't record the tattoo, and Li Lingzhang doesn't remember the tattoo... So where is the tattoo hidden?

Even if it was hidden, who hid it there?"

……

Lao Hua Zhai is a used bookstore that closes early. After sending Zhou Xuan and Xiao Fuzi home, the middle-aged Taoist priest closed the shop and took a rest.

The rows of doors were stuck in the stone grooves.

After closing the door, the middle-aged Taoist sighed and said, "Alas, there is no one to talk to all day. I am so depressed. Li Lingzhang is alone in the house. Even the insects don't chirp.

When Xiao Lingzhang was here, he didn't talk much, but at least he had some popularity. Now that he's gone, he's lost his popularity. I'm so bored every day."

He took the "Dongling Sutra", flipped through a few pages, then found it boring and threw the book on the counter.

"Forget it, let's get some sleep."

The middle-aged Taoist priest walked into the inner room.

There is a painting hanging on the wall of the room.

The scroll has been mounted, but there is nothing on the rice paper except two lines of tiny calligraphy. It is just an empty painting.

The middle-aged Taoist priest took a light leap forward and collided with the empty painting. The painting then turned into a pool of water, creating ripples.

When the waves stop and the ripples disappear, the painting is no longer empty.

A middle-aged Taoist priest in green robes lies on his side in the painting.

There are two lines of words written in tiny regular script on the right side of the painting.

First row: Seeking the Great Heavenly Master Long at the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Canglong Mountain.

The second line: Without the energy of dragon, you cannot meet the real dragon. Pointing at the acupoints can reveal the ancestor of the mountain, and Xuantian can reveal the true sect.

Soon after the Taoist entered the painting, a loud snoring sound was heard from the painting. The painting rolled up by itself without anyone in it, becoming a scroll that slowly floated to the pile of old scrolls outside the shop.

In addition to old books, antiques and other small items, the old painting studio also has many old paintings...

(End of this chapter)