Cui Shao approached steadily, yet the man remained completely unaware, continuing to wield his brush, splashing ink on the painted wall; occasionally he would lift a wine jug for a sip, his posture utterly casual, contrasting sharply with the solemnity of the temple, yet no one came to interrupt.
Cui Shao fixed his gaze, only to see upon the painted wall, magnificent strokes of vivid colors, predominantly depicting fantastical scenes—most centered around a red-robed Divine Being, some wielding knives, others carrying swords, some walking through the world of humans, others treading upon the Ghostly Realm, and some battling demons—diversified yet all lifelike, full of divine charm.
"Sir, this is...?"
Startled, Cui Shao spoke up.
"Hmm?"
Only then did the scholar notice him, glimpsing with the corner of his eye before returning focus, "This is the Hundred Ghosts Painting."
"Hundred Ghosts Painting?"
