This pagoda only has seven layers, and the evil ghosts are more powerful than the other. The evil ghosts on the fifth level are probably very difficult to deal with.

I began to look at this simple and exquisite house again. This room was filled with calligraphy, painting, and poetry, without any evil spirit.

call!

Just as I was looking at the room full of calligraphy and paintings, a warm breeze blew inexplicably, and a calligraphy and painting blew in front of me.

I grabbed the blown calligraphy and painting, looked down and saw a Bodhisattva holding a long sword and crossing a lion on the calligraphy and painting.

I don’t know why, but the more I look at this Bodhisattva, the more I look at the old man beside me. I held this long painting in my hand and turned my head to compare it to the old man in white beside me. Apart from the Buddha’s hairstyle, the person in the painting was similar to the old man in white in front of me, who was almost ninety years old.

And this is calligraphy and painting, not photos, with a 10% error or a reasonable range.

Under this Bodhisattva, there is also a poem written: "Manjushri Bodhisattva, who has transformed into coolness and supernatural powers to appear in other places. The true golden-haired master, lights up the pearl light. All living beings are chanting the treasure trove and have no name for incense. I now make a vow to submit my devotion, not seeking wealth or glory. I wish to be born in the next life, in the next life, in the Pure Land and the Dharma King's family."

The Buddha painted in this painting is the incarnation of supreme wisdom in Buddhism, Manjushri Bodhisattva?

"Is this person you?" I pulled the portrait to the old man in white and asked.

"It's not me!" The old man in white turned his head and looked at the Manjushri Bodhisattva in the photo, and spoke without thinking.

"This person is you. You really are an immortal. No, are you a Buddha?"

"This person is not me!"

"This is you!"

I grabbed the wrist of the old man in white and pulled the old man in white to his side. The Mongolian demon knife in my hand was placed on the neck of the old man in white and said, "Tell me, what exactly are you? Can you make a changeable evil spirit?"

The old man in white, who was held by a Mongolian demon knife, calmly pulled a painting of calligraphy and calligraphy from the side and said, "This person is me!"

In the painting, there is a woman with fat rings and thin swallows and cloudy hair. She is wearing cloudy clothes and dancing gracefully.

"Is this you?"

Looking at my strange look, the old man in white looked down at the calligraphy and paintings in my hand. He was also stunned. Then he snatched my paintings and quickly snatched the paintings in my hand at the speed of stealing the bell. Then he gave me a brand new painting and painting: "This, this is me!"

I looked at this new calligraphy and painting. The painting was a wide green night river. There was a small boat on the river. A kind old man sat on the boat. In front of the blank space in the painting, he wrote a poem: "Green ants are freshly brewed with wine, red mud stove. It is snowing in the evening, and I can drink a glass of wine without a drink!"

"Do you know who I am?"

Looking at me looking at the calligraphy and painting, the old man asked.

"have no idea!"

I shook my head.

The old man in white was stunned again and said, "I am what you said, far less famous than Li Bai. The unknown poet Bai Juyi is now, this is my home."

"Bai Juyi?"

I looked up and down at the two paintings and asked, "So what is the relationship between Bai Juyi and Manjushri Bodhisattva?"

"It doesn't matter!"
Chapter completed!