According to the experience of watching ghost paintings last time, if you encounter similar paintings again, you should also receive prompts after reading them.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's leave now!" Li Xinzhu jumped up from the sofa when he heard this.
"Let's go, where are we going?"
"Look for the painting you mentioned!"
"Where can I find it? Those kinds of paintings are usually antiques. Are the antique markets closed now?" Wang An looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost six o'clock and it was getting dark outside.
"Antiquities?" Li Xinzhu was stunned, "That really has to wait. What should I do tonight? How about I sleep at your place tonight?"
"I only have one bed here."
"It's okay, just squeeze in. I'm not very demanding."
"I won't be used to having someone around me suddenly, and I won't be able to sleep. You'd better go to Songlin Temple." Wang And said.
Li Xinzhu insisted on sleeping at Wang An's house. Wang An had no choice but to let him sleep on the sofa in the living room.
"Only this one time."
"Understood." Li Xinzhu nodded.
Li Xinzhu's stay at home did not affect Wang An's normal exercise, including squats, push-ups, and Vajra Zen Palms.
"Practice with me and keep yourself busy. This will allow you to empty your mind and reduce the accumulation of negative emotions."
When Wang An was exercising, he called Li Xinzhu and taught him how to walk bricks in the yard.
Li Xinzhu tried walking twice, but each time he piled fifteen piles of bricks, only one or two piles remained.
"Your pace is not steady enough, your strength is not accurate enough, and your mentality is not good enough."
"Of course my mentality is not good. How can I still think about practicing now? Besides, what's the use of practicing this?"
Wang An said nothing and turned to look at the wall beside him.
"You take care of it."
He swayed and reached the base of the wall in a few steps. He stood up and kicked off the wall with his feet. His body suddenly flew into the air and reached the roof.
Put your two feet on the roof. As long as there is a place to stay, you can use your strength to walk quickly on the roof, walking from east to west. Jump, land on the wall, tap lightly, and land on the wall again.
Arriving in front of Li Xinzhu.
This process only takes a few seconds.
Li Xinzhu stood there blankly, completely dumbfounded.
"Hold the grass!" He sighed after a long time before he came back to his senses.
"You actually mastered the legendary Qing Gong!?"
"This is not the legendary Qinggong. It is a clever use of strength and skills."
"You can practice walking like this by walking bricks?"
"That's not necessarily true, it depends on your own understanding and level of cultivation, but at least it will make your steps flexible and powerful." Wang An said truthfully.
"Well, then I have to practice!"
Wang An taught him the skills of walking bricks on the side. He must be stable first, not fast. After he is stable, he can slowly increase the speed.
The Xingyiquan practiced by Li Xinzhu is mainly fierce, and the footwork refers to the word "fast", which is as fast as the wind. After practicing Xingyiquan for so many years, some habits have almost penetrated into the bones.
It was really difficult to ask him to slow down suddenly.
"Just treat it as slow motion decomposition." Wang An reminded him after thinking for a while.
After practicing for more than an hour, Li Xinzhu's only gain is that he is not as nervous as before.
After nine o'clock, Wang An asked him to stop.
"I don't have any extra cleaning supplies here. Why don't you go out and buy a set? There is a canteen nearby. There should be people there by this time."
"Forget it, it's nothing for one night." Li Xinzhu shook his head. It wasn't that he was unhygienic, it was mainly because he was afraid. Once he was in the dark, he couldn't help but think about the ghost.
"I'm going to wash up, you can do whatever you want."
Wang An went to wash up, while Li Xinzhu sat on the sofa by himself, took out from his arms the "Prajna Heart Sutra" given to him by the abbot Zen Master of Songlin Temple, and began to recite it in a low voice.
Since he got this scripture, he has recited it every day, and has developed a habit during this time.
"Well, it would be good to read some scriptures, which will help to calm the mind. What you need most now is relaxation and tranquility." Wang An washed his hands and entered the room with a smile.
"Read it slowly, I'm going to sleep."
"It's so early, it's only half past nine, and the nightlife has just begun!"
"Nightlife? After dark, if you don't sleep at ten o'clock, it's shameless. If you don't sleep at twelve o'clock, it's lifeless."
"Why is this related to being shameless and life-threatening?" Li Xinzhu was stunned after hearing this.
"If you don't sleep after ten o'clock at night, your body won't get enough rest. Soon, your face will become dull and prone to wrinkles. This is called shameless.
Staying up after twelve o'clock means staying up late, depriving your body's organs of rest and having to continue working the next day. This is overdrafting your health, which is called risking your life."
"You are talking about the old sow wearing a hood, one after another. Are you chatting with me for a while?"
"Read the scriptures carefully." After saying this, Wang An pushed the door open and entered the bedroom, leaving Li Xinzhu alone in the living room reciting the scriptures in a low voice.
In the house, Wang An turned off the lights and went to sleep. Suddenly there was an extra person outside, and he really felt a little uncomfortable.
After a while, the chanting outside stopped. Li Xinzhu was lying on the sofa, covered with a quilt, staring at the ceiling. The lights in the living room were not extinguished and were a little dazzling.
"I can't sleep." He shouted into the room.
"Counting sheep." Wang An's voice came from the house.
"1,2,3..." Li Xinzhu closed his eyes and counted the sheep.
"3674,3675..."
Still can't sleep!
In the room, Wang An has fallen asleep. In the past few months, his sleep quality has been very good, he sleeps when he wants, and basically doesn't dream.
Time passed slowly and it was midnight before I knew it.
In the living room, Li Xinzhu, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his expression was ferocious and irritable.
"Damn it!" He growled, sat up, put on his shoes, and walked back and forth in the room.
He just managed to fall asleep, and then he dreamed of the evil ghost staring at him with blood red eyes. He was so close that he could even see the blood dripping from the bloody mouth of the evil ghost, and there were broken arms and limbs inside.
In the living room, Li Xinzhu was pacing back and forth, restless. He suddenly stopped and looked at Wang An's room.
With a creak, the door opened a crack, and a ray of light penetrated into the room through the crack in the door. There was also an eye, a blood-red eye staring into the room.
On the bed, Wang An was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly and slowly.
A bright red tongue stuck out and licked his lips. His eyes stared at Wang An for a while before he stepped away and gently closed the door.
On the bed, Wang An suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the door.
Creaking, the bedroom door opened a crack. In the darkness, Wang An looked out at the living room.