Yan Baibai and Song Yu nodded to each other, and then they carefully probed their spiritual sense into the "Tushan" Palace. Because their cultivation was much higher than that of Jueqing Fozi and Yin Changpi inside, as long as they were careful, they would not be discovered by the two people in the palace.
The outside of the palace was decorated in a grand and luxurious style, while the inside was slightly elegant. Every step in the palace brought a new scene, but Yan Baibai had no intention of observing all this at the moment. Instead, he walked directly towards the direction where Jueqing Fozi and Yin Changpi were.
Just as he got closer, Yan Baibai heard the sounds of broken porcelain and quarreling.
Jueqing Fuzi and Yin Changpi were not in the side hall. Although they were arguing, it was actually just Yin Changpi's impotent rage. Jueqing Fuzi was not affected at all. He just stood there and looked at the painting hanging on the wall opposite him.
This side hall was more like a study, half occupied by bookshelves and the other half by a black jade desk. Opposite the black jade was a large, bright window, flanked by exquisite potted plants. Perhaps due to two years of neglect, the plants were somewhat sloppily arranged. The desk, however, was furnished with a writing brush, inkstone, and paper. It seemed that no demons had been present in the study during the great changes in the demon world.
Although the side hall was quite spacious, it seemed a bit crowded due to the excessive things inside, especially with the arrival of two grown men, Jueqing Fozi and Yin Changpi.
At this time, there were a few pieces of white porcelain fragments lying alone on the floor of the side hall. Looking at the low table next to the black jade table, there was indeed one cup missing from the tea set.
"Unfeeling Buddhist, are you really not going to explain to me?" The veins on Yin Changpi's forehead bulged slightly, and his face flushed red. It seemed that he was extremely angry.
The heartless Buddhist disciple remained motionless, his back to Yin Changpi, still standing there staring blankly at the painting on the wall.
Seeing this, Yan Baibai also became somewhat curious about the painting on the wall. The side hall was full of things, but the wall where the portrait was hung was completely unobstructed, giving the portrait ample preference.
In other words, it shows enough preference to the people in the painting.
The painting shows a woman in a red dress with gold prints. Her black hair is slightly curled and falls to her waist. Behind her is a green lotus leaf. In her hand, she holds a pink lotus flower that is bigger than her face. She smiles, and her bright and clear eyes look forward, as if she were alive and could look into the eyes of the person in front of the portrait.
What attracted Yan Baibai's attention the most was the pair of red furry ears on the woman's head and a furry French tail behind her buttocks. Only three of them could be seen in the painting, and it was not known whether they had all been painted on.
Yan Baibai shifted her attention to the heartless Buddhist who was also looking at the portrait like her. His hands were tightly holding the Buddhist beads. His eyes were slightly red, his lips were pale, and his eyes were filled with endless sadness and longing.
--Could the woman in the painting be the heartless Buddhist disciple's old lover? --
Yan Baibai was just about to ask the system to look up Jueqing Fozi's past when Song Yu's voice came to his mind: "Baibai, quickly look at the signature on the portrait."
Only then did Yan Baibai notice the signature on the portrait. Unexpectedly, the painting was made by Jueqing Buddhist, and the time of the painting was exactly Jueqing Buddhist's 100th birthday.
Seeing this, Yan Baibai remembered what Jueqing Buddhist once said. After he turned a hundred years old, he left the temple to practice Buddhism. On the way, he met Yin Changpi's grandfather. He gave the grandfather some advice, which led to Yin Changpi having the blood of the demon clam monster.
The painting came before, You Xiu came after, and the ruthless Buddhist said that he had been to the demon palace a hundred years ago, and the woman in the painting was a demon, and a fox... Putting these clues together, it is easy to get an answer.
——On the 100th birthday of the heartless Buddhist disciple, he painted a picture for the fox girl, then left the temple to practice Buddhism, and went to the demon world and the demon palace.
So, was the heartless Buddhist disciple truly traveling alone a hundred years ago? Was he accompanied by a charming fox girl? Since the demon king of a hundred years ago was a descendant of the Qingqiu fox clan, was the fox girl from that time related to the demon king?
There are no demonized and sleeping foxes in the "Tushan" Hall, and the heartless Buddhist looks at the portrait with such sadness. Has the fox girl passed away?
The ruthless Buddhist had previously expressed his disgust for the demon clan, and even abandoned the Buddhist concept of "do not kill indiscriminately" and participated in a plan that was harmful to the demon clan. Is this related to the death of the fox girl?
Who is the driving force behind this?
More and more doubts appeared in her mind. Yan Baibai had some ideas about the mastermind behind the scenes, but before she could think too much about it, Jueqing Fozi and Yin Changpi took action again.
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"Buddha, you came here and started cleaning and tidying up the room. What on earth do you want to do?" Yin Changpi's impatient and angry voice continued to come from behind Jueqing Buddha: "Why has the demon world become like this? When we implemented the plan, didn't you say that this matter would not harm the demon race at all?"
So, Yan Baibai saw that the sadness in the heartless Buddhist's eyes gradually turned into anger, but Yin Changpi didn't notice it. He walked towards the black jade table again, and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pick up a water cup and smash it to vent his dissatisfaction.
Bang--
There was a sound of something heavy hitting coming from the side hall, but this time it was not a cup that was thrown to the ground, but a Yin Chang Pipa.
Just when Yin Changpi's hand was about to touch the water cup, his body was suddenly hit by a powerful force and was immediately knocked away. When he landed, his hand happened to be on the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.
The porcelain shards cut Yin Changpi's hand, and blood slowly flowed from his palm. Yin Changpi was stunned for a moment, as if he had just realized the pain in his body. He covered his heart, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Fellow Daoist Yin." Jueqing Buddhist finally turned around and looked at Yin Changpi. He had already suppressed the emotions on his face. His gaze fell in Yin Changpi's direction and he spoke slowly, "You...stainted the floor here."
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