Chen Yang was still very curious at the time, how could a monk buy a mere painting?
Many of those who purchased it were casual practitioners who were short of money.
He asked a few more questions.
After seeing it with his own eyes and the waiter explaining it, Chen Yang suddenly understood. He had to sigh that the principles in this world are always common, and so are his interests.
How else would Confucius talk about the nature of food and sex?
The Book of Hundred Demons depicts the famous monsters in the world of immortality in the form of human beings.
The number "hundred" is just a virtual reference to indicate how many there are. In fact, the number of monsters depicted is far more than a hundred.
Its selling point is that every monster is painted into a handsome figure using Taoist painting techniques.
The composition also creates a blank story that makes people think about it.
What's even more exaggerated is that every handsome monster is either taking a bath, practicing some strange method, or simply just transformed into a human being... The common thing is that they are basically not wearing any clothes.
"this......"
Chen Yang was shocked at that time.
The art of painting is indeed amazing. Chen Yang just glanced at the handsome monster on the scroll for a few times. It was as if he was immersed in the scene. He saw that the monster showed domineering, cold, and ruthless indifference, and then slowly
Take off your clothes...
Chen Yang finally understood why the Hundred Demons Manual could support the practice of so many people in a small sect, and he also understood why those who came to buy it were basically female monks.
It's like on earth, during the Renaissance, the first things that became popular were those things that are strictly forbidden to be written now.
Immortal cultivators are also human beings.
What Chen Yang saw in Tengshefang City at that time was far less exquisite than the Hundred Demon Spectrum on the screen in front of him.
The sense of being immersed in the scene and feeling like you are right in front of your eyes is a big step down.
Obviously, this is a treasure with a higher price and a higher grade.
"Huh?"
Chen Yang's feeling that something was wrong emerged again.
Normally speaking, Chen Yang could understand that Yu Qiufeng wanted to help out and use a Hua Dao to paint.
Sexy pictures.
But, how could it be the Book of Hundred Demons?
It shouldn’t be!
It's only right to go to the Stars Catalog.
That catalog of stars transformed the star girls in the sky into star fairies. Each one has a different style, but what they have in common is that they were cast down from the mortal world for various reasons and developed super-friendly relationships with various monks, mortals, and even non-human beings.
According to a waiter at the store in Tengshefang City at that time, the sales were even better than those of the Hundred Demons Book.
It's just that the audience is different, and those who come to buy are all male monks.
Chen Yang was still catching the flash of inspiration when a figure, wrapped in a bright red bath towel, came out from behind the screen.
Yu Qiufeng!
Chen Yang recognized the young master of the Yu family at a glance.
It was different from when I showed up in Mo Buchou's backyard, and when I met him in his yard.
At this time, Yu Qiufeng's expression was dark and sinister, and he no longer had the aura of wisdom and noble status.
He came out holding on to the screen.
Seeing this scene, Chen Yang blinked and thought to himself: "Is it so expensive?"
"This Yu Qiufeng has at least entered the underworld, right?"
"Did Feng Siniang practice by squeezing her? Isn't she from the Heyin Sect?"
Before all the distracting thoughts in Chen Yang's mind had completely gone, he heard Yu Qiufeng shouting loudly: "Hairpin, why are you standing there standing there in a daze?"
"Helping you?"
A strange color flashed across Chen Yang's face, and he slowly stepped forward, thinking: