It was an old house, like the architecture of the twenties of the last century.

In the middle of this house, there was a man sitting.

He was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, and he was cultivating.

This person is Zheng Qiuming!

The camera begins to zoom out, like a long shot in a movie, pulling out the house.

The house is located on a bustling street, somewhat like the sea market in the twenties and thirties.

The camera continued to zoom out and pulled to the window of another room, where there was a beautiful woman sitting in that room, wearing a red cheongsam, with a very fashionable bun on her head, and a jade hosta.

But this woman's smile is not pleasing to the eye, but rather frightening.

Horrors that hit the soul directly.

The camera continued to pull out, and the picture was pulled out.

This turned out to be a painting!

A portrait of a woman!

Zheng Qiuming was hidden in a painting.

She suddenly came to her senses.

It was already bright outside, and before I knew it, eight hours had passed.

She wondered why she was seeing these things.

She called the waiter at the hotel and asked what the tapestry of the statue had come from.

The waiter said proudly that this tapestry had been blessed by a monk and that sleeping under its protection would calm down and rest well.

Monk blessings?

She hurriedly asked where there was a temple in Manchester City, and she wanted the kind that would work very well.

The waiter also thought she was a tourist, and introduced her very enthusiastically, saying that there is a temple outside a street, don't look at this temple is not big, but the medicine Buddha is enshrined inside, it is very effective, many dignitaries and dignitaries come here to burn incense and worship, praying for health and safety.

"There was also an old man who had rheumatism before, who had been ill for a long time, and his bones were about to deform, so he went to the Medicine Buddha Temple to worship Medicine Buddha, and the next day he was no longer in pain, and now he is walking like flying, no different from a young man."

Bai Zhou's heart was moved.

She was going to try it out and see if she could get back into the painting.

Zheng Qiuming harmed her like this, and he must not be spared.

She changed her clothes, like an ordinary tourist, and went straight to the Medicine Temple.

There are indeed many believers in the Medicine Temple, and they are doing it, several monks in red robes are reciting scriptures, and the believers are kneeling in the main hall and listening to the scriptures.

Bai Zhou found a corner and sat down, she could feel that the spiritual energy in this temple was strong, and the few magic weapons used in the hall were also spiritual weapons.

But these monks are just ordinary people, because they have been nourished by the aura for a long time, their blood qi is relatively sufficient, and their blood bar has 45 points.

Bai Zhou was looking around, and suddenly a monk walked up holding a red lotion box, and the monk who was presiding over the ceremony raised his hand and stretched out his hand into the lottery.

Bai Zhou asked the person next to him in a low voice, "What are you doing?" Do you want to draw a lottery?"

Is there still this process in Siam?

The person next to him said: "This is the abbot master who holds incense before drawing, and the people who are drawn are all great and good people who have Buddha fate, don't talk nonsense, it's not a joke to anger the Medicine Buddha."

Bai Zhou hurriedly closed his mouth, and at this time, the abbot had already pulled out a stick, and the master of ceremonies next to him said, "No. 36."

Everyone turned back in unison.

Bai Zhou: "......"

Why are they all looking at me? It can't be the lottery for me, right?

The person next to her touched her with his elbow and said, "What are you still doing in a daze, don't you go quickly."

Bai Zhou was speechless.

She really hit the mark.

Should she be so lucky? Why don't you go buy a lottery ticket?

She had no choice but to step forward, and a monk came forward with a delicately made incense burner, which was lit with incense, and green smoke curled out and floated out of the air

A thin white thread.

The monk handed the incense burner to Bai Zhou's hand, Bai Zhou took it, stepped forward according to his words, and the monks on both sides recited the scriptures again.

In the sound of Buddhist scriptures, she seemed to feel something, and looked up at the golden body of the Medicine Buddha.

The Medicine Buddha lowered his eyes, as if looking down on all beings.

For a moment, she felt that she and Medicine Buddha were looking at each other.

It was at that moment that she entered that strange realm again.

She immediately visualized the ghost painting where Zheng Qiuming was hiding, and her consciousness was pulled by an invisible force and drifted towards an unknown place.

When she came back to her senses, she found herself standing in the world of the painting.

She looked at her hand and touched her cheek again, it was her own appearance.

It means that it is not her physical body that comes in, but her divine consciousness.

In front of me was the beautiful girl in a red cheongsam.

There is a screen on her left, on which are embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and the embroidery is extremely exquisite.

She sat on a chair with four waters, sitting elegantly and dignifiedly, looking like a lady.

She was motionless, like a sculpture.

But there was a fishy smell in the air.

She looked down at the girl's skirt and saw that red blood was flowing from under it, spreading silently.