In the Buddha cave, Sanqing inexplicably climbed an ancient tower, and saw Zhao Gongming's past and present life in the water basin in front of the strange Buddha statue on the first floor of the ancient tower, which made Sanqing very surprised. At the same time, there are many doubts. Things like who designed this Buddha, why he led himself here, and why he allowed himself to see these things. There is also who Zhao Gongming's ghost raising technique learned from, the Xiao family? How did he intersect with the Xiao family, and the other party asked why he handed over his family's ghost raising technique to the other party? and the white-clothed Fan Rendian who appeared at the end are all curious about Sanqing now. But where does he have time to think about these things now? He quickly ascended the stairs, because he firmly believed that on the second floor, there were also surprises waiting for him.

On the second floor of the ancient tower, the layout is almost the same as the first floor. In the center is also a Buddha statue, the same size, the same weird. It is obviously the body of a bodhisattva, but it has a daunting face like Prajna.

"Is this a Buddha or a ghost!" Sanqing walked to the Buddha statue and whispered, there was no basin in front of this Buddha statue, but there was a mirror on the wall directly opposite him. It seems that the mirror on the wall should be what Sanqing should pay attention to.

Sure enough, after a while, the Buddha statue began to shine brightly, and the light was projected on the mirror. The mirror is lit up and alive!

The first image that appears in the mirror is exactly the same as what you saw in the basin of water before. On the Jinluan Palace, Yinglou stepped down from the dragon chair and distributed the Huangquan Guitu to his confidant generals, and then the generals left the underworld.

In the second picture, a young general takes off his armor and looks like a scholar, and this scholar is exactly the same as the left and right who aided Lu Tingxuan around him! Presumably, this is the past life of the left and right! It also indirectly shows that the left and right are the people who win the building and are the enemies of Sanqing! Thinking of this, Sanqing came back to his senses and continued to look at the mirror.

In the mirror, the scholar sits at the desk, and the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone are neatly placed on the table. The scholar held a book in his hand and looked at it carefully, knowing that after reading the last page, he closed the book and waved his pen on the paper. After a while, I slowly stopped writing and began to appreciate my own works. Sanqing took two steps forward, and looked at the thing on the paper closely, it was a beauty without makeup. The scholar was smiling, obviously very satisfied with his work, but the next second, he suddenly grabbed the painting that he was very satisfied with and threw it heavily on the ground, I don't know what it meant.

The painting that had been thrown on the ground suddenly rose with black smoke, as if it was burning, and the scroll kept shaking on the ground, and then a woman appeared in front of the scholar, standing on the scroll, exactly like the person in the painting.

"Draw bones!" Sanqing frowned and said, this is the Zuo family's bone painting technique, Sanqing has personally experienced it, and knows the power of this evil sect's technique.

The beautiful woman who came out of the painting saluted the scholar and shouted "General", but was interrupted by the scholar raising his hand.

"Don't call me a general in the future! I've taken off my armor and I'm not in the field, so you can call me Gongzi, that's appropriate!"

"Yes!," the woman quickly changed her words.

"Alright, let Childe see how powerful you are!" said the scholar with a smile.

The woman nodded in agreement, and then suddenly trembled, and in the blink of an eye, she turned into a skeleton and white bones, extremely ugly. This skeletal white bone exudes a murderous aura all over its body, and it is terrifying to watch.

"Very good!" the scholar said proudly, "If the general is here, he will definitely praise me, hahaha, I will call you a slave in the future!

"Painting slave Xie Gongzi!" the woman saluted again, then turned into a puff of smoke and returned to the scroll. Who would have imagined that such a beautiful and polite woman would be so dangerous and vicious.

The scholar stepped forward, picked up the scroll, and laughed heartily after carefully putting it away.

This is the end of the second screen, and the third one follows.

In the picture, the scholar is still young, but he looks a little sickly, he is bloodless, sitting cross-legged at the painting table. The painting slave stood silently to the side, looking at him with pity.

"Go and get the kid!" said softly.

The painting slave did not make a sound, turned away, and after a while brought back a weak baby, the baby leaned on her arms, did not cry or laugh, but looked at the scholar sitting on the ground like the painting slave.

"Painting slave, I exhausted my efforts for this bone painting technique, and I didn't take good care of their mother and son, which caused her to die of depression. Seeing that my life is not long in the future, this child has become an orphan without a father and mother in a blink of an eye, you say it is sad!" said the scholar sadly.

"Childe, don't say that, you'll be fine!"

"Painting slave, don't comfort me, I know best how my body is!" said the scholar with a wave of his hand, then slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

"Don't worry, Childe, if there is a painting slave, this child will not become an orphan!"

"That's exactly what I meant!" said the scholar as he walked over to the slave and hugged the baby, and as soon as he took his hand, the baby burst into tears.

"Look at this child, he kisses you, not even my father!" said the scholar, seeing the baby crying, but did not immediately return him to the painting slave, but took him into his arms and gently played with his little hands.

"If not...... You must be a good father!" said the painting slave regretfully.

"I'll never be a good father!" the scholar shook his head, a little helpless, a little unwilling, but powerless to fight.

"If you die early, you will be able to go back, and you will be able to see the general when you go back! Painter, after I die, this child will be entrusted to you! You must teach him the art of bone painting, and you must also tell him the mission of our family!" At this point, the scholar returned the child to the painter, and then took out a scroll of paintings from his clothes and handed it to the painter. The painting slave knew that this painting was called Huangquan Guitu, and he knew what it meant. She took the painting and didn't know what to say.

"Let's go, let's go now!" said the scholar in a deep voice.

"The painting slave is gone, what should the son do! The painting slave is not leaving!"

"I just don't want you and my children to look at me dead!

"I'm not leaving!"

"If you don't leave, I'm angry!" Seeing that the painting slave was stubborn, the scholar immediately put on a straight face and pretended to be angry. This time, the painting slave was defeated, hesitated for a long time, and then held the child, holding the painting and reluctantly leaving.

"It's all gone, let's go, I can finally come back to see you, General!" Seeing the painting slave go away, the scholar sat cross-legged at the painting table again.