Chapter 358 Portrait

Xu Mu hid in the dark and watched Xu Tiantian close the stall and leave.

This time, he no longer followed those low-level cultivators. Instead, his body became insubstantial and he stared at Xu Tiantian every day.

There was nothing unusual at the beginning. Xu Tiantian was either treating illnesses and saving people, or practicing in Suxin Palace, and occasionally traveling out, just like an ordinary monk.

He had been staring like this for more than two or three months, seeing that Feng Luan's golden elixir celebration banquet was about to begin. If Xu Tiantian hadn't been his daughter, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to bear it anymore and would directly use the soul-searching technique.

Fortunately, Huangtian paid off and finally had an idea.

On this day, as usual, Xu Tiantian saw the last patient and the sky had completely darkened. She flew towards Suxin Palace with her magic weapon.

On the dark sea surface, the moonlight casts silver light, forming sparkling reflections.

Dressed in plain clothes, Xu Tiantian looks like a fairy from heaven.

A wisp of green smoke followed her silently into the formation of Suxin Palace.

Xu Tiantian finished washing as usual and sat on the futon to meditate. At this stage of her life, she was no longer willing to sleep to restore her energy unless there was a special need.

I don't know how long he had been practicing. Xu Tiantian suddenly opened his eyes, then stood up to get some incense and candles, and sat down in front of a portrait with his eyes closed. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation around him. It looked like he was just meditating.

Hanging on the wall is a sketch of a woman, with soft lines, elegant and refined.

It was none other than Xu Tiantian himself.

This sketch seemed to be a gift from one of Xu Tiantian's admirers. Xu Tiantian had extraordinary talent and good looks. It was normal to have admirers, and there were more than one.

Xu Mu had seen the portrait in front of him, or in other words, Xu Mu had checked everything in Xu Tiantian's residence more than once with his spiritual mind. There was nothing abnormal at all.

This was what made him feel strange.

Those patients worshiped Xu Tiantian's portrait out of gratitude, but they could barely tolerate it.

It would be too strange for Xu Tiantian to meditate on his own portrait.

Even if you have narcissism, you should find a mirror instead of a portrait given by others.

Does she like the guy talking?

The old father's heart skipped a beat.

But it shouldn’t be!

He is not a pedantic person who insists on family views and prevents his children from falling in love.

If Xu Tiantian really likes it, just tell him. Even Mo Wuxin won't care too much about this kind of thing. After all, Xu Tiantian is no longer a child.

But if he didn't like it, why would he meditate on this ordinary painting?

Xu Mu was suddenly confused, but he didn't show up immediately.

Xu Tiantian didn't want him to know, and it was useless for him to ask unless he used soul searching methods. However, this would not only damage the father and daughter's aiki, but also damage their souls.

This is also the reason why he has not used it for a long time.

As for the method of confusing and seizing souls, let’s not talk about whether it has any effect. Even if it does, the consequences will not be much different.

The most ideal way is to solve it without Xu Tiantian knowing it.

Xu Tiantian didn't meditate for too long, only about a stick of incense. Then he returned to bed and lay down to rest.

Looking at Xu Tiantian sleeping, Xu Mu felt even more confused.

The next day, Xu Tiantian washed up normally and then went to the city to help people see a doctor.

This time Xu Mu did not catch up, but appeared in Xu Tiantian's room and stood in front of the portrait.

The incense candles in front of the portrait have been put away. The painting looks ordinary, and the whole room is ordinary. Apart from being more refined than ordinary people, there is nothing unusual about it.

Xu Tiantian not only likes to help people see doctors, but also has an impeccable personality. He is also very frugal in life. Except for cultivation, he does not waste money at will.

Xu Mu stretched out his hand and the painting was automatically rolled into a scroll and flew into the palm of his hand.

His spiritual thoughts penetrated it, and after every inspection, he still found nothing.

Xu Mu opened the scroll again and looked at it. The ink on it was just ordinary spiritual ink. Apart from the fact that it could not fade all year round, there was nothing magical about it. The paper was better, made from crushed third-level spiritual grass. Not only could it It has been around for thousands of years and does not decay. It also has a light fragrance, which can help you practice by clearing your mind and concentrating your mind.

As for the wooden shaft used for support, it is a fourth-level fruit wood called yellow pear wood. It only has the characteristics of antisepsis and bright color, and its value is not as good as third-level drawing paper.

The entire painting, regardless of the artistic value of the portrait, is worth twenty or thirty low-grade spiritual stones if only the materials are calculated.

This amount of spiritual stone is not worth mentioning to any foundation-building monk, which is also in line with Xu Tiantian's usual frugal style.

After checking it over and over a dozen times, Xu Mu still found nothing unusual.

"You can't really use it as a meditation tool, right?"

He held the portrait and stood there, frowning and thinking, looking unconsciously at the wall where the painting was hanging.

Divine thoughts penetrated it and found that the wall was made of ordinary bluestone, with no formations engraved inside and no abnormal fluctuations.

This house has existed since the beginning of Suxin Palace. Due to the protection of the external formation, it has not suffered much wear and tear for eight hundred years. Only the roof has been briefly repaired on the overall structure.

Xu Mu didn't think there was anything wrong with the house, so everything had to go back to the portrait.

He has already sent people to investigate the person who painted the painting. He is a child of a small family of Suxin Palace. He is a disciple of Suxin Palace. His cultivation is in the early stage of foundation building. He also has an aunt who is in the late stage of foundation building and has a chance of breaking through the golden elixir. Mo Wuxin's peer was also the reason why he dared to pursue Xu Tiantian.

After a simple investigation, no problems were found. Xu Mu had asked Mo Wuxin to arrange for someone to conduct an in-depth investigation, but the results would not be available for a while.

"By the way, she seems to have put incense candles. Is there any connection between this!"

Xu Mu carefully recalled all Xu Tiantian's actions and found that the appearance of the two incense candles seemed a bit unreasonable.

Immortal cultivators do not believe in heaven or earth, and they do not know how to worship gods and Buddhas. They do not use incense candles at all except when offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

After considering the actions of those patients, Xu Mu felt that there must be something wrong.

He hung the portrait back on the wall, then used his magic power to make two incense candles on the spot, lit them and placed them on both sides of the portrait.

After waiting for a moment, the portrait remained as calm as before, without any abnormalities.

This time it really gave Xu Mu a headache.

"Am I really overthinking it? Is there no problem every day?"

Thoughts flashed in his mind, and then he sat cross-legged in front of the portrait, eyes slightly closed, and made the same move as Xu Tiantian did at night.

After waiting until the two incense candles were burned, nothing abnormal still appeared.

"It seems that I am really overthinking it. If there is really any problem, it is impossible not to show it in Tiantian!"

Xu Tiantian's character and behavior have been maintained for decades. If he was really bewitched by something, there would be no trace left in his body.

Just when Xu Mu cleared the smell from the room and was about to leave, he couldn't help but look back at the portrait.

"Did I forget something?"