Cultivating From Obtaining Experience

  Chapter 56 Vajra's Angry Eyes

   "Get out, get out, get out of here!" Li Xinzhu gritted his teeth and growled. His body trembled, he clenched his fist tightly, waved it in the air, and then squeezed his head with both hands.

  Behind the door, Wang An was surprised to see Li Xinzhu's appearance like this. He thought of Hu Cunyi's hideous appearance that night.

   "I didn't expect him to be so seriously affected by that painting. If this continues, I'm afraid he will really go crazy, and maybe even kill someone. Then, could it be that Hu Cunyi committed the murder because of the influence of that painting?"

   After observing for a while, he gently closed the door, put the lock on it, went to bed, and slept.

  Li Xinzhu didn’t fall asleep again that night. He paced back and forth in the house, then went to the yard, and then entered the house again. He lay down on the sofa, closed his eyes, slept for a while, and sat up suddenly, his eyes wide open, panting heavily.

  Having nightmares as soon as you sleep is comparable to torture, and mental torture is sometimes more unbearable than physical torture.

  The next day, when Wang An got up, he found Li Xinzhu sitting on the sofa, his eyes were dull, sluggish, and his eyes were bloodshot.

  He turned his head dully when he heard Wang An's voice to open the door.

   "I feel like I'm going crazy!" His voice was hoarse, with a hint of crying, and he was about to collapse.

   "Let's eat something first."

  Wang An made breakfast, practiced Wuqinxi in the yard after eating, and then drove to the Antique Street with Li Xinzhu to see if he could find any antiques that could practice the method of visualization.

   When they came to the antique street, they started with the antique shops selling calligraphy and painting. After entering the first store, the clerk subconsciously took half a step back when he saw Li Xinzhu's appearance.

   "This one doesn't look like a good person."

   "Hello, may I ask what ancient paintings or antiques you have here, the ones that people can't move at first glance." Wang An asked with a smile.

   "This little brother looks much more normal. He is tall, straight, and looks good." The young female shop assistant thought to herself.

   "Well, can you talk about the specific requirements, such as jade, calligraphy and painting, or bronze?"

   "Painting and calligraphy."

   "We have landscape paintings, figure paintings, flower and bird paintings here, which one do you want to see?"

  "The characters are preferably Buddhist Vajras, Bodhisattvas and the like."

   "Okay, please wait a moment."

  After a while, the woman took out two boxes, opened the first one, and inside was a pair of scrolls, unfolded, and the painting on it was Songzi Guanyin.

  Avalokitesvara has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a cute child in his arms.

   "This painting is a picture of the Guanyin of the Ming Dynasty..."

   "Change!" Li Xinzhu on the side gritted his teeth and said, can this thing help him restrain the evil spirit in his dream?

  The clerk trembled from Li Xinzhu's expression. Hastily put away this painting, and then unfolded the second painting, which is still in the middle of the painting is a monk wearing a long robe with a big beard, and beside the monk is a tiger.

   "This is the Buddhist arhat crouching under the tiger..."

  This doesn’t work either, Wang An stared at the painting and shook his head. He didn't receive a prompt from the system. Obviously, this painting has no special purpose.

"sorry to bother you."

"You're welcome."

   When they came out of this antique shop, Wang An and Li Xinzhu went directly to Shengbaozhai.

   "Hello, what do you two gentlemen want to see?"

   "Painting, impressive words, imprinted in the mind at a glance, the kind that would be dreamed of in a dream." Wang Anru said.

   "Okay, please wait a moment." The clerk left with a smile. After a while, the female clerk brought three paintings, one of landscape, one of flowers and birds, and one of figure painting.

  The paintings are ancient paintings, but these few do not meet the requirements. Li Xinzhu beside him is a little short of breath, and seems to be going berserk.

   "Is your manager here?"

   "Yes, please wait."

   After a while, a middle-aged man came down from upstairs, wearing glasses and looking like a scholar.

   "Hello, I'm the manager here, my surname is Hong. I don't know what kind of antiques you two want?"

   "Did Manager Hong hear that he thought about it?" Wang An asked directly.

   Manager Hong was slightly taken aback when he heard this, and then he asked tentatively, "For example, the Temple of the Bone?"

   "Exactly. I wonder if there are such ancient paintings in Shengbaozhai?"

   "Coincidentally, there is really such a picture in Shengbaozhai, please follow me, both of you."

  Wang An and Li Xinzhu followed Manager Hong up to the second floor, and he took out a painting, which showed a glaring King Kong.

  Buddhists have Vajra's angry eyes, and the Bodhisattva lowered his eyebrows and spoke directly.

  King Kong is the protector of Buddhism, so you should glare, and the glaring is aimed at demons.

  At first glance, this painting makes King Kong very fierce and daunting.

  In fact, no one has seen what a King Kong looks like, just like no one has seen what a ghost looks like. This is drawn based on imagination, but at a glance, it makes you think that the Buddhist Dharma Protector King Kong should look like this.

   This painting has that flavor.

   "You watched an ancient painting, and your mind was slightly affected."

  The prompt appeared again.

   What a concept!

  Li Xinzhu first looked at the painting, saw the evil spirit, and had a heart demon. Today, he saw the Buddhist Dharma Guardian King Kong here, who specializes in defeating demons. What a coincidence, what a coincidence!

   "Look at this painting." Wang An said to Li Xinzhu who was beside him.

   Li Xinzhu stared at the painting after hearing this, and suddenly shivered all over his body, took two steps back, and frowned.

   "How does it feel?"

   "Uncomfortable, headache, I don't want to watch." Li Xinzhu said after bowing his head and thinking for a while.

   "Very repulsive inside?"

"right."

   "That's it!" Wang Anxin said, thinking so in his heart, but he didn't reveal the slightest intention to buy it.

   "How much is this painting?"

   That manager Hong gave birth to a finger.

   "Ten thousand?"

   "One million." Manager Hong said with a smile.

   "Good guy, the lion is opening its mouth!" Wang Anxin said, "Manager Hong, do you have any other paintings?"

   "Not anymore." Manager Hong shook his head, "This kind of ancient painting itself is very rare. It is said that this painting was painted by an eminent monk in the Ming Dynasty."

   "Then let's look elsewhere, excuse me."

   "You're welcome." Manager Hong sent them out of the entrance of Shengbaozhai, with a strange light in his eyes behind his glasses.

   "Unexpectedly, I know the visualization map at such a young age? It's really surprising!"

   "Is it still not enough?" Li Xinzhu asked in a low and hoarse voice after coming out of Shengbaozhai.

   "The ancient painting we just saw should help you."

   "Really?!" Li Hsinchu stopped suddenly after hearing this, and grabbed Wang An's shoulder.

   "Well, I think it will work, but can you come up with a million?"

   "One million? So a painting is worth that much money?"

   "It's not up to us whether it's worth it or not. Let's go to other places to see, maybe there will be more suitable ones."

  (end of this chapter)