Chapter 56 King Kong’s Angry Eyes
“Get out, get out, get out of here!” Li Xinzhu growled through gritted teeth. His body was shaking, he clenched his fists tightly, waved them in the air, and then squeezed his head with both hands.
Behind the door, Wang An was surprised to see Li Xinzhu's appearance. He thought of Hu Cunyi's ferocious appearance that night.
"I didn't expect that he would be so seriously affected by that painting. If he continues like this, he might really go crazy, and he might even commit murder. Then could Hu Cunyi commit the murder because he was influenced by that painting? .”
After observing for a moment, he gently closed the door, locked it, went to bed, and went to sleep.
Li Xinzhu didn't fall asleep again that night. He paced back and forth in the house, then went to the yard, then entered the house again, lay on the sofa, closed his eyes, slept for a while, then sat up suddenly, his eyes wide open. The boss, breathing heavily.
Having nightmares as soon as you sleep is comparable to torture. 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, his expression was depressed, and his eyes were bloodshot.
He turned his head dullly when he heard Wang An's voice opening 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 Wu Qin Xi 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 be used to practice visualization.
When they came to the antique street, they started from the antique shops selling calligraphy and paintings. After entering the first store, the clerk subconsciously took half a step back when he saw Li Xinzhu's appearance.
“This person does not look like a good person.”
“Hello, may I ask if you have any ancient paintings or objects here, the kind that make people unable to move away at first sight.” Wang An asked with a smile.
“This guy looks much more normal. He’s tall, has a good build, and looks good.” The young female clerk thought to herself.
“Well, can you tell me the specific requirements, such as jade, calligraphy and painting, or bronze?”
“Calligraphy and painting.”
“We have landscape paintings, figure paintings, flower and bird paintings here, which one do you want to see?”
“Characters, preferably Buddhist Vajra, Bodhisattva and the like.”
“Okay, please wait a moment.”
After a while, the woman took out two boxes and opened the first one. There was a scroll inside, which was unfolded. The painting on it was Avalokitesvara.
Master Guanyin has a kind-faced face and kind eyes, holding a cute-looking child in his arms.
“This painting is a Ming Dynasty painting of Guanyin sending children off…”
“Change!” Li Xinzhu said through gritted teeth. Can this thing help him control the evil spirits in his dreams?
The clerk was frightened by Li Xinzhu's expression. He hurriedly put away the painting, and then unfolded the second painting. The middle painting showed a monk wearing a robe and a big beard, with a tiger lying next to the monk.
“This is the Buddhist crouching tiger Arhat…”
This doesn’t work either. Wang An stared at the painting and shook his head. He did not receive any prompts from the system. Obviously, this painting had no special function.
"sorry to bother you."
"You're welcome."
They came out of this antique shop, Wang An and Li Xinzhu went directly to Shengbaozhai.
“Hello, what would you two gentlemen want to see?”
“Paintings, if they are impressive, will be imprinted in your mind at a glance, the kind that you would dream about.” Wang An said.
"Okay, please wait a moment." The clerk left with a smile. After a while, the female clerk brought back three paintings, one of landscape, one of flowers and birds, and one of figure painting with small figures depicting ladies.
The paintings are ancient paintings, but these paintings do not meet the requirements. Li Xinzhu on the side is breathing a little quickly and seems to be about to run away.
“Is your manager here?”
“Here, please wait.”
“Hello, I am the manager here, my surname is Hong. I wonder what kind of antiques you two want?”
“Have Manager Hong heard about the Contemplation Method?” Wang An asked directly.
Manager Hong was slightly startled after hearing this, and then he tentatively asked, "Like the White Bone Temple?"
“Exactly, I wonder if there are such ancient paintings in Shengbaozhai?”
“What a coincidence, there really is a picture like this in Shengbaozhai. Please come with me, both of you.”
Wang An and Li Xinzhu followed Manager Hong to the second floor. He took out a painting, which showed an angry-looking King Kong.
In Buddhism, there is a vajra with angry eyes, while a bodhisattva lowers his eyebrows and speaks directly.
Vajra is the protector of Buddhism, so you have to look angry. Angry eyes are directed at demons.
At first glance, the King Kong in the painting seems to be very fierce and intimidating.
In fact, no one has ever seen what King Kong looks like, just like no one has ever seen what a ghost looks like. This is a drawing 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 looked at an ancient painting and your mind was slightly affected.”
The prompt appears again.
It’s really a good idea!
Li Xinzhu first looked at paintings, saw evil spirits, and developed inner demons. Today, he saw the Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra here, which specializes in subduing demons. What a coincidence, what a coincidence!
“Look at this painting.” Wang An said to Li Xinzhu beside him.
After hearing this, Li Xinzhu stared at the painting, suddenly shuddered all over, took two steps back, and frowned.
“How does it feel?”
“I feel uncomfortable, I have a headache, and I don’t want to read it.” Li Xinzhu lowered his head and thought for a while before saying.
“Feeling very repulsive?”
"right."
"That's it!" Wang Anxin said, thinking so in his heart, but he didn't show any intention of buying it.
“How much does this painting cost?”
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?”
"No more." Manager Hong shook his head, "This kind of ancient painting itself is very rare. This painting is said to have been painted by an eminent monk in the Ming Dynasty."
“Then let’s go look elsewhere, sorry for bothering you.”
“You’re welcome.” Manager Hong sent them out of the door of Shengbaozhai, a strange light shining in his eyes behind his glasses.
“Unexpectedly, at such a young age, he actually knows about visualization pictures? It’s really surprising!”
“Isn’t it still possible?” After coming out of Shengbaozhai, Li Xinzhu asked in a low and hoarse voice.
“The ancient painting we just saw should be able to help you.”
"Really?!" Li Xinzhu suddenly stopped and grabbed Wang An's shoulders.
“Well, I think it will work, but can you come up with one million?”
“One million? So how much is a painting worth?”
“Whether it’s worth it or not is not up to us. Let’s look at other places. Maybe there will be something more suitable.”
(End of this chapter)