Talk about the world of mortals in detail

The man stood in front of the huge painting and stared at it for a long time. Finally, his eyes fell on the missing corner and he murmured.

"Where did the long-haired ghost go?"

While muttering to himself, the man subconsciously searched for it on the ground, corners and other places. From the looks of it, he seemed to think that when the painting was torn, the missing corner was in the house.

Or maybe that's what the naughty kid said at the time, but in the end he hid the painting and went home.

Judging from the chat between the old Miao Zhu of the Earth Temple and the family, the family never came to see this relative after being possessed by the evil spirit, so the painter didn't know yet.

Long-haired ghost?

Yi Shuyuan also looked at a small corner of the painting. The gap there was the same as the one on the scroll he got, and the ghosts that Chen Han used to seal were also very similar to those in the painting.

The whole painting looked fine, but there was still a trace of evil aura left on the missing corner of the paper.

Obviously, whether it was what happened in the river outside the Zhenjun Temple before or the impact on Tutu Po, it shows that this painting cannot be simple.

It's just that this breath is so calm that Yi Shu's soul can't see it clearly.

The man was searching every corner of the house. It was obviously not the first time. He seemed to want to find the missing painting. However, Yi Shuyuan stood there without moving and kept looking at the painting.

After a long time, Yi Shuyuan looked back at the black cloth hanging on the bamboo pole, and his eyes met the image of the Holy Monarch above.

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved. Although I am here for the first time today, it is not the first time I have seen this painting. To put it another way, I have actually seen it for a long time!

Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan's spiritual body spread out his arms, jumped back slightly, and directly integrated into the black cloth, or into the statue of the god on the black cloth.

At this moment, the image of the Holy Monarch painted in light gold and ink on the black cloth had a faint flash of light in its eyes, and the entire scroll seemed to come alive, looking straight at the ghost scroll in front of it.

It was also at this moment that in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, everything around him changed, and the portraits of ghosts also showed a different feeling, and he even seemed to be able to detect some sneaky sights on the scroll.

When the god glanced across it, all the illusion-like movements on the scroll disappeared.

Not only was the difference in his eyes, Yi Shuyuan even had some "memories", as if he had "seen" some pictures from the past, and even vaguely saw the scene of the naughty child tearing up the painting.

That was a few months ago. The adults were chatting. Although the children were repeatedly warned, they felt bored after all. They were looking at the paintings here and accidentally saw the statue of the True Monarch.

However, this "memory" is indeed very vague, but it can also feel a little weird.

After looking at the painting behind the black cloth, the child was obviously very scared, but he came back to look at it several times, and finally couldn't help but tear off a piece of it.

Yi Shuyuan couldn't see these pictures clearly, but with the ability of spiritual synaesthesia, he could feel them.

Then the painter seemed to have discovered it, and he became furious. A quarrel broke out among the relatives, during which there were children crying and shouting.

This experience was very strange. Yi Shuyuan even felt as if he was listening to someone else's story. The same picture was unclear, but the sounds and colors were rich. Coupled with his own synaesthesia, he felt everything in detail.

Ask the children to hand over the torn paintings. The children only say that they have thrown them away, but in fact they are hidden in their clothes.

In the end, they broke up on bad terms, the relatives went home, and the painter became sulky.

It's just that the painter seemed to have a hindsight feeling, and he would have a different understanding of his own painting. He seemed to realize something and looked at the painting for a long time.

"Just painting, just painting, just painting, just painting!"

The painter was talking to himself, but his voice became louder unconsciously. There was obviously a trace of hesitation and a trace of anger.

"True Lord, True Lord, but I can't grasp the power of divine wrath of the Demon-Conquering Holy Lord. What should I do? What should I do?"

The painter looked extremely anxious!

After a while, the painter held a paintbrush, dipped in gold paint, and pointed it towards Yi Shuyuan's "eyes".

Huh~

Suddenly, the world becomes clear!

A kind of enlightenment also arose in Yi Shuyuan's heart.

This is the finishing touch!

It turns out that the previous statue of the Holy Monarch had not been dotted. Although the statue seemed to be very lifelike, it still lacked the power in its eyes. After the dotting, everything became clear.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the scroll again at this time, and had a different feeling. He looked at the many ghosts and monsters on it, and looked more closely at some places.

He no longer viewed the images of ghosts and ghosts solely from a monk's perspective, but added a scholar's perspective of appreciation, from which he appreciated the charm outlined by the details of the painting, which became increasingly clear.

These ghosts and monsters are not all evil. They have various kinds of "Qi". This Qi is naturally a combination of the shape in the painting and the feeling. If it were another practitioner, or even another immortal, I'm afraid It’s hard to see clearly.

In other words, theoretically, the long-haired ghost escaped on his own!

This was a bit wrong to blame the child. Although the child was naughty, he was not to the extent of casually destroying the valuables of his relatives. He was obviously bewitched by evil spirits.

Yi Shuyuan's eyes returned to the center of the upper middle position. On the faceless portrait, it was really an empty shell without any extra breath. After all, the painter himself hadn't thought about it yet.

So where did these paintings come from? The paintings were naturally painted by the artist, but were the patterns imagined out of thin air? Or was it inspired by something you saw?

"Oh, you won't be blown out of the door by the wind, right?"

The painter muttered and returned to the portrait. He looked a little sad, but soon fell into deep meditation on the painting again.

Just turning around and looking back inadvertently, the painter was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, the painter seemed to be standing blankly at Yi Shuyuan, looking directly at him, but in reality, the painter was staring blankly at the statue of the god on the black cloth.

"What, why is it so beautiful? Did I draw it? Can I draw it?"

The painter is most familiar with his own portraits, especially ones like the one in front of him. He had never dared to add the finishing touches to the portrait of the real king before because he really couldn't draw that kind of power.

Xiansheng Zhenjun is the true god living in the hearts of Lingdong people. Even a painter can hardly imagine that kind of god. He actually wanted to go to Dengzhou Shoumiao to see it. He heard that the statues there were the most charming, but he never went there. .

But at this moment, facing the statue of the god hanging on the bamboo pole, the painter felt a special kind of shock in his heart.

The last time he dotted the eyes was when he was extremely uneasy and had no choice but to dot the eyes of the statue. But even so, he was very dissatisfied. He knew very well that he failed to draw the true charm and even blasphemed against the Demon-Suppressing Holy Lord.

However, at this moment, the True Monarch's expression is indifferent but calm, calm yet majestic, and majestic yet heavy with pressure, as if looking at the world and people's hearts.

The eyes on the statue seemed to be looking at the painter, seeing through everything about him!

This is the vision of the gods!

"I understand, I understand, hahahahahaha, this is how the portrait of the True King should be painted, this is how it should be painted, hahahahahaha."

The painter laughed like crazy. Even if he couldn't draw a hundred ghosts, most of his depression was cleared away. A pair of divine eyes was enough to make the painter obsessed with this art extremely excited.

"Hahahahahahaha, I know how to draw gods, I understand hahahahahaha, the true king is blessing me, it is the true king who is blessing me, hahahahahaha."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the person in front of him calmly. Not only did the painter understand, but so did Yi!

This painter is amazing!

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but think of some things and stories about some amazing and talented people in the world.

At this moment, outside the courtyard, the old Miao Zhu from the Earth Temple in Zhangjia Village was approaching quickly. Because he was anxious in his heart, he didn't dare to stop all the way.

Unknowingly, Yi Shuyuan had been staying at the painter's house for a long time, so long that even the old temple minister came all the way.

It was only when Lao Miaozhu arrived outside the courtyard that he heard a burst of almost crazy laughter inside.

On the way here, Lao Miaozhu had already thought about many possibilities. In fact, he was somewhat uneasy in his heart. Hearing this kind of laughter at this moment, under the psychological effect, he just felt a little creepy.

The people in this room are probably possessed to a degree far beyond imagination!

Lao Miao Zhu hesitated in his steps, but after hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and climbed over the fence.

Without calling anyone or knocking on the door, Lao Miaozhu sneaked to the door, then bent down and moved to the window, trying to see what was going on inside through the gap, but there were too many scrolls and his view was blocked.

"Hahahahahaha. I finally understand."

The man's laughter continued for a long time, and Lao Miao Zhu tightened his grip on the peach wood stick in his hand.

The old man's body was already a little hot from rushing on the road. At this moment, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his body was shivering when he was blown by the cold outdoor wind.

"Bah~"

Lao Miaozhu spat, mustered up the courage to become serious, walked to the door with a peach wood staff in hand, and then slammed the door.

"Bang bang bang Shao Zhenshao, is Mr. Shao here?"

The sound outside the door made the interior painter's laughter instantly subside. He frowned and looked in the direction of the door. Who would come to visit him?

However, the painter subconsciously put the black cloth back on the picture of one hundred ghosts, then straightened his clothes and prepared to open the door.

Of course, no matter how he arranged it, his hair was disheveled, and most of it was tied behind his back with a hair tie. The disheveled appearance might be an exaggeration, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, it didn't have much of an image to speak of.

Yi Shuyuan was now face to face with Baigui Tu, but naturally he couldn't be afraid of this painting.

Although this painting is extremely special, in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the mystery has gradually been unveiled, and it is not as weird and unpredictable as it was at the beginning.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the door opening sounded over there, followed by a loud shout.

"Look at the evil obstacles -"

"Bang~"

Yi Shuyuan's heart skipped a beat and he looked towards the door. Compared with ghosts, human behavior is more difficult to guess.

At this moment, Lao Miao Zhu held a strong old peach wood staff and knocked the painter down.

The painter fell straight down and was supported by Lao Miaozhu.

"It's strange, why didn't you respond?"

Lao Miaozhu looked at the rapidly swelling swelling on the painter's forehead, and then looked at the peach wood staff in his hand. He was a little confused and guilty for a moment.