"Is it a true Taoist?" Bai Jun felt a little surprised.

Ayu took the scripture and flipped through it, then frowned.

"What's wrong?" Feng Xiaoxiao noticed something wrong, couldn't help but ask, and stepped forward to look at it together.

"This is not the Tao Te Ching." Ayu's tone was very affirmative.

Bai Jun stepped forward and took a look: "It's the Tao Te Ching, although I'm not a Taoist, I can recite a few sentences, no problem." ”

Ayu smiled, put the book on the table, and then asked the little Taoist priest to bring in a basin of water, took a packet of medicinal powder from his pocket and put it in, and then picked up a brush and brushed it on the Tao Te Ching.

"What is this?" Feng Xiaoxiao saw that the internal text of the Tao Te Ching slowly changed and turned into some images.

"It's the secret book I've been looking for in my family." Ayu frowned, "It turns out that this person has also learned my family's tricks." ”

"Tricks?" Feng Xiaoxiao looked at her, "There is such a powerful trick to obstruct the eyes?" ”

"The blinding method is also unique to my family, but it is rarely passed on, I think this person should have learned the blinding method by the way when he stole the Holy Child Dafa." Ayu looked at her, "Actually, this kind of blinding method is a kind of medicinal powder, which can turn the words and pictures on the paper into normal white paper after brushing it once, and then write other words with special ink, but as long as you brush it with this potion of my family, you can show the original shape." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao looked at Ayu for a long time, and the suspicion in her heart deepened.

There are really a lot of treasures in this Ayu family, what is the origin?

"Because there's no problem, this Zhang Zhenren is the murderer." Ayu wrapped all the secrets and carried them on her back.

"Hey, donor, this is Zhang Zhenren's thing, you can't take it." The little Taoist priest was a little anxious.

"This thing belongs to my family, he stole it, why can't I take it?" Ayu is right.

"But...... But when Zhang Zhenren came back, we can't explain it. ”

"You asked him to come to me." Ayu snorted coldly, "He will find me wherever he stole it, he should know it." ”

"Donor ......"

Ah Yucai didn't care, picked it up and was about to leave.

"Donor!" A clear but somewhat elderly voice sounded, and Shangyang Zhenren walked in from outside, "After you entered the contempt, Poor Dao asked himself very cooperatively, and he also painted a portrait of a real person for you, but if you take his things, Poor Dao can't explain to Zhang Zhenren." ”

Feng Xiaoxiao glanced at Shangyang Zhenren and frowned.

He came quite in time, has he been following behind him?

No, how did he have time to draw a portrait of them?

"I don't know if the portrait can be drawn?" Feng Xiaoxiao blurted out a question.

Shangyang Zhenren nodded: "Naturally, it's already good, but it's ......"

He looked at the "scripture" in Ayu's hand, and his tone didn't seem to be as kind as he had seen before: "The portrait was given voluntarily by the poor Dao, but this scripture ...... I'm afraid I can't take a few of them. ”

Ayu was unconvinced: "This is my family's thing......"

"Poor people can't always listen to the benefactor."

Feng Xiaoxiao grabbed Ayu, shook his head at her, and turned his head to Shangyang Zhenren: "What the Taoist chief said is also reasonable, so let's go and see the portrait first, okay?" ”

Shangyang Zhenren's face softened a lot, and he pointed out the door: "Everyone, please come here, the portrait has been prepared." ”

It's very fast.

Feng Xiaoxiao suppressed the doubts in his heart, and still followed Shangyang Zhenren to the guest room that originally received them.