"Whoo, whoo~"
Old Ox held his bowl and poured the broth from the chicken stewed with mushrooms over his rice.
He added some peanuts and a little dressed balloon flower root.
Bowl in hand, he lowered his head and began to eat.
He seemed utterly unconcerned about his surroundings.
"This Taoist temple isn't exactly peaceful."
The blue-robed man's words made the white-robed swordsman knit his brows, his gaze fixed firmly on the mirror.
Suddenly, he felt something strange happening to his body.
The scratches the bushes had left on his arms during his journey had miraculously healed.
A mass of black mist lurked inside the mirror, with two points of light within it.
They were a pair of azure eyes, carrying an evil air that gave off a sinister, vicious feeling.
The white-robed swordsman glanced at Li Ping'an again.
Seeing him as calm as ever, he could not tell whether Li Ping'an had discovered the monster and felt no fear, or had simply failed to notice anything unusual about the mirror.
Still, the white-robed swordsman leaned toward the former, or Li Ping'an would not have warned him.
"Woof, woof, woof!" Big Yellow Dog barked beside him.
The white-robed swordsman stroked Big Yellow Dog's fur, a faint smile touching his lips.
"A demonic fiend!"
"This mirror is called the Mirror Ghost. It's a rectangular bronze mirror, four feet wide and five feet nine inches tall, clear both inside and out. Anyone looking into it will see their reflection upside down. If you cover your heart with your hand and look into it, it reveals the five viscera, the intestines, and the stomach, leaving nothing hidden. It can cure illnesses."
At this point, Li Ping'an paused before continuing.
"However, once the illness is cured, a black ghost appears behind the person's reflection