With virtue

The craftsmanship and effort required to forge a painting are no different from painting a real one. People in the world who can paint such a conceptual image would not bother with forgery.

"Okay, I'll get them out right away." Yuanmeng hurriedly replied, raising her hand to give a light pat.

The previously closed door opened with a sound, and no one touched it, which was clearly a spell.

The first to rush out was Wang Haiting, who was carrying one on his back and holding another in his arms—the two smaller babies.

The two children leaned against him, their heads tilted to the side, breathing steadily, their faces rosy, but they were not awake at all, clearly fast asleep.

Wang Haiting's eyes widened in surprise. Upon seeing Zhao Yunshu, he shouted "Uncle!" and rushed to him in a few steps, panting heavily.

Zhao Yunshu crouched down, took the two drowsy babies from the ground, opened their eyes to look at them, checked their breathing, and looked up at Wang Haiting, asking, "What happened?"

"I don't know!" Wang Haiting shook his head hurriedly. "They ate the snacks inside and then fell asleep. I didn't eat any. After they fell asleep, I called them several times and pinched their arms, but they wouldn't wake up. I'm afraid..."

He glanced at Yuanmeng furtively halfway through his sentence, then swallowed the rest of his words.

"No rush, I'm here, everything's alright now." Zhao Yunshu reached out and rubbed his head. "You go down first, carry your two younger brothers to the kiln and hand them over to Uncle Chen. I have a few more words to say to this monk."

Wang Haiting bit his lip, looked at Zhao Yunshu, and then at Yuanmeng.

Although he was young, he was clearer-headed than other children his age. He looked at Zhang Gouwa, who was still fast asleep in his arms, nodded, and carefully carried the two children back on his back and in his arms. He gritted his teeth and stood up.

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Yunshu patted him gently on the shoulder.

"It's not hard work!" Wang Haiting puffed out his chest, turned around and ran down the mountain. After a few steps, he turned back and called out, "Uncle, hurry up and come down!"

After the child left, Master Yuanmeng immediately moved forward. "Wait a minute." Zhao Yunshu raised her hand to stop him, slowly opened the yellow book, her eyes fixed on the pages, and said casually, "Let me take a look. In thirty breaths, I will definitely show this visualization diagram to the Master."

He didn't turn to the page about the Ghost General, but rather the page that had automatically appeared when Yuanmeng appeared earlier.

The previously blurry portrait had become clearer.

From the picture, the robe, prayer beads, and the face of the monk Yuanmeng are roughly discernible, but it still seems as if we are looking through a thin layer of mist, and some details are still unclear.

Zhao Yunshu frowned slightly. What was going on?

He had known the characteristics of this yellow book thoroughly over the years.

Those who approach demons, monsters, gods, and ghosts can absorb their aura. The more aura one absorbs, the more exquisite the portrait, the more detailed the text, and the more accurate the information.

The longer you stay near ghosts and spirits, or the more intense their activity, the more energy you will naturally absorb.

If you can kill it, the drawing will become a visualization, and you can even learn the abilities of ghosts and gods from it.

After the battle with the Ghost General last night, the Ghost General's page was revealed in all its detail, including the details of his three supernatural powers.

But when the monk who grants dreams first met the yellow book, it was in a porcelain shop, and the book showed no reaction.

The second time they met was by the sheep's lungs, when a blurry portrait was finally added to the page.

This was their third meeting. The monk stood before him, his emotions surging and his resentment palpable, yet the portrait remained motionless—only when he clapped his hands to open the door and call out the child did the portrait suddenly become a tiny bit clearer.

It's as if he only reveals a trace of his aura when he takes the initiative to make a move.

Standing here normally, he looks no different from a living person.

What exactly is this monk?

Zhao Yunshu raised her eyes and glanced thoughtfully at Yuanmeng.

Yuanmeng stared intently at the yellow book in his hand, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down; her eagerness didn't seem feigned.

Since that's the case... then we need to get him to do it again so that the drawing can be clearer, and even the writing can be revealed, so that we can find out the true nature of this demon monk.

So Zhao Yunshu said, "Then, Master Yuanmeng—"

"Little Taoist priest," Yuanmeng's voice suddenly lowered, the previous eagerness and fawning vanishing instantly, "Don't try to play tricks on me. Do you really think everything will be fine just because those brats went down the mountain?"

Zhao Yunshu stopped turning the pages of the book and looked up at him.

Yuanmeng's eye twitched, and a ferocious look flashed across his handsome face, but it was quickly suppressed.

Then he said, "Very well. I'll speak frankly with you. Although the male viper down the mountain is gone, the smaller ones haven't completely scattered. Whether those children can safely reach the kiln depends entirely on my decision. So—bring me the visualization diagram. Stop with the tricks."

He took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

Zhao Yunshu looked down at the hand, then looked up at Yuanmeng, and then did something that Yuanmeng never expected—he slammed the yellow book shut, stuffed it into his clothes, crossed his arms, tilted his head, and said in the tone of a street rogue haggling on the roadside, "Fine, then no tricks."

"I want something, and then I'll show you a visualization diagram. As for how much you can understand from it, I can't guarantee."

"What do you want?" Yuanmeng asked quickly.

"Money, I need money. Master, you shouldn't be short of money, right? Looking at your robes, your prayer beads, and your status at the kiln, this little bit of money shouldn't be much to you. I'll show you a visualization diagram for fifteen minutes, and after you've finished, you go and prepare the money for me, how about that?"

Yuanmeng was stunned. The lingering anger on his face hadn't yet been wiped away when he was hit with the words "money" and was left somewhat bewildered.

However, after staring at Zhao Yunshu for several breaths, he suddenly looked up and laughed.

"Haha, the Taoist is indeed a man of character." He nodded, his gentle smile returning to his face. "Of course, of course, but I need to see it first."

He said this and was about to step forward.

Zhao Yunshu stepped back, tucked the yellow book into his robes, and shook a finger: "Master, stand back a bit. I'll hold it for you to see."

Yuan Meng paused, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He did as instructed, took a few steps back, clasped his hands together, and kept his eyes glued to the yellow book, never looking away.

Zhao Yunshu then reopened the book, turned the visualization of the ghost general toward Yuanmeng, and retreated to a rock with his back against it. He held the book in his left hand and placed his right hand on the hilt of the iron sword in his sleeve.

Yuan Meng immediately looked at the visualization diagram with great eagerness in his eyes!