The side wall of the Great Hall in the temple has an image of Monk Zhu Jiu hanging on it; there's no mistaking it.
"The soul of the tattooed monk you provided me—is it Monk Zhu Jiu's?"
"There's no way to use him; Monk Zhu Jiu passed away two hundred years ago."
During the conversation, Liu Qingguang had already completed the painting and then bowed toward Zhou Xuan, saying: "Young Master, you can move now. I'm going to paint for Miss Si."
Upon hearing he could move, Zhou Xuan strode over, taking the painting in his hands to examine it.
The Taoist in the painting had an otherworldly aura: his eyebrows vaulted high, stretching to his temples, yet his features displayed no aggression.
A blend of three parts sharpness veiled by seven parts tranquility.
"Master Si, the person carried on Miss Si's back... looks identical to that Taoist, except he is a monk."
