Talk about the world of mortals in detail

A seriously possessed person would not react like this when exposed to Lao Peach Stick.

Fortunately, Laomiao Zhu was very old but very strong, and he quickly supported the painter before he fell to the ground. If he had landed on the back of his head, it might not have been a matter of two people.

"Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao?"

Lao Miao Zhu shook the painter gently, with a bit of panic on his face. The force of the stick just now was not small.

However, after checking his breathing and pulse, and giving Lao Miao Zhu some peace of mind, they were still relatively stable.

After hesitating for a moment, Lao Miaozhu left the painter at the door first, then looked into the room with a mahogany stick in his hand. The situation was unclear, so it was not the time to take care of the painter immediately.

Lao Miaozhu grabbed the peach wood staff and tapped the unconscious painter's head and shoulders three times.

In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the fire in the painter's body immediately became a little fiercer, and then Lao Miaozhu half-bowed and cautiously walked into this extremely dangerous place.

For ordinary people, this house is undoubtedly very large.

Entering the house, all you can see are paintings, hanging on the walls, hanging on bamboo poles, and hanging on threads.

This painting blocks the line of sight very much, and the styles of the various paintings are very different, and the various contents on the paintings often attract people's attention.

The more this happened, the more the old temple felt like a dangerous and weird place. Those landscape paintings, especially those with figures, made him feel a little nervous.

Because these paintings are so good, many of them look like ghosts and gods, as if they are all looking at the old temple as an illusion.

A gust of cold wind came out from outside, and all the paintings swayed slightly, making it even more weird. It also made Lao Miaozhu's hand hold on to the mahogany stick extra hard.

"Clark la la la."

The old wooden floor beneath his feet groaned, which also made Lao Miaozhu replenish the sweat on his forehead that had not yet dried.

Obviously this old man also had some experience in martial arts. He did not go directly to the center of the room and wander around. Instead, he moved cautiously against the wall and even checked the relatively small bedroom.

Finally, after a tense search, I finally found a piece of black cloth on the wall in the old temple, and saw the lifelike statue of the Holy Lord.

Yi Shuyuan was among the statues in the black cloth. He looked at the old man in front of him with some humor. He could imagine the rich inner activities of this old temple minister, but such a person would indeed be respected by the villagers.

This is also the reason why the government does not absolutely ban the wild temples of obscenity in the countryside. In theory, it violates the law, but in fact it is quite tolerant, because there is a reason for its existence, and it is difficult to control it. Of course, when it grows in scale, it even wants to Adult education is a different matter.

Just seeing the statue of the god, Lao Miaozhu relaxed a lot unconsciously.

"It turns out that there is a true king who protects me"

People like Lao Miao Zhu are quite capable themselves, and they have seen a lot of things in the world at a very old age.

The moment he saw the statue, Laomiaozhu understood that this statue had been consecrated, and it was by no means as simple as consecration in the ordinary sense!

There is only one portrait, but the majesty of the deity on it is not even inferior to that of some statues in the temple of the Great True Lord. It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that the True Lord protects him.

With such a statue of the Demon-Suppressing Saint here, it’s no wonder that there is no evil feeling in the circle!

But at this moment, Laomiao Zhu secretly felt bad.

"Oops!"

Lao Miaozhu hurried to the door of the house, looked at the painter who had a bigger swelling on his forehead, took his arm and dragged him into the house.

If someone outside saw it like this, they would think it was a crime scene.

After dragging the painter into the house, Lao Miaozhu closed the door again to keep out the cold wind.

Just now, Lao Miaozhu was carefully checking the room, not missing any corners. He paid full attention and was extremely careful, so the time spent was naturally not short.

The painter, who had just woken up, was not wearing any thick clothes. The cold wind blew at the door for a long time, and he was almost freezing.

Because he had just figured out the layout of the house, Lao Miaozhu dragged the painter to the bedroom, lifted him up, put him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt. He was already sweating after doing this.

It was such a cold day, and when it cooled down, the clothes on my body were probably not very warm. At least, I had to wait for the sweat to dry before I could go on the road in the wind and snow.

Looking at the painter on the bed, Lao Miaozhu couldn't help but shake his head.

"You look like you're possessed by an evil spirit when you suddenly appear at the door."

Indeed, the painter looked disheveled and crazy, and did not look like a normal person. Lao Miaozhu also looked nervous, so it was understandable that he overreacted.

"But where is the source of the evil thing?"

Lao Miaozhu frowned and looked outside the bedroom, then turned to look at the unconscious painter. Maybe he had to wait for the man to wake up.

Just thinking of this, Lao Miaozhu's heart suddenly moved, he looked in the direction of the portrait of the True Lord, and couldn't help but stand up.

Quickly coming to the portrait of Zhenjun again, Laomiao Zhu first held a mahogany staff and saluted respectfully to the god in the portrait, then hesitated for a moment, thinking about his sin in his heart, and then carefully untied a corner of the black cloth.

At this moment, Lao Miao Zhu's heart beat violently, and his eyes couldn't help but widen to their maximum size.

really!

The root is here!

No wonder there was no evil feeling, it turned out to be suppressed by the Demon-Suppressing Saint.

The picture scroll behind the black cloth looked too strange. Lao Miaozhu did not dare to completely lift the black cloth for fear that it would affect the suppression effect. He only dared to look at a small piece, but it was enough, enough for him to find that the piece was torn. A corner dropped.

Seeing Lao Miao Zhu's cautious look, Yi Shuyuan knew that he would never move casually.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan walked out of the painting in a divine body, and walked step by step to the painter's bed. He looked at the person on the bed calmly, with a meaningful look on his face.

Let’s meet you first.

When the thoughts fall, the divine way comes up to support the dream

Shao Zhen felt dizzy. In his dream, he bent over his desk and kept painting, but he just couldn't draw the painting he wanted.

The more he thought and meditated but failed, the more Shao Zhen felt a headache.

"Ah, how on earth can I draw it? Divine power, ghostly figures, human figures."

Shao Zhen couldn't help but cover his forehead, no matter how much he rubbed it, the pain did not subside.

"Didn't you already draw Kamui?"

The sound was vague, as if it was coming from outside but also from within my heart.

Drawn?

Shao Zhen was stunned for a moment, as if a memory suddenly emerged at this moment. He remembered the bright eyes he had seen before when he saw the statue of the Xian Sheng Zhenjun, and he thought of the happiness he had felt before.

"Yes, yes, I have already drawn it. Although I don't know how to draw it, I already understand it, hahahahaha, yes!"

Shao Zhen laughed again in his dream, and the previous haze was swept away, and even the weather in the dream changed from cloudy to sunny.

Originally the surroundings were hazy, as if they were indoors, but now they were outside beside the osmanthus tree in the courtyard, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was blowing.

"The charm of the statues gives rise to the power of the gods, and the finishing touches of the paintings come naturally!"

At this moment, there was a blank piece of paper on Shao Zhen's writing desk, but the brush in his hand quickly moved across the paper. The time in the dream seemed to be as long as the snap of a finger, and a lifelike portrait of the Holy Monarch appeared on the paper. .

Recalling the previous feeling and nurturing the charm in his heart, Shao Zhen closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then dropped the brush in his hand again and put a few dots in the eyes of the statue.

As the painting of the Divine Eye was completed, the portrait of the True Lord on the table seemed to have golden eyes shining slightly, which also made Shao Zhen surprised and happy.

"Shao Zhen, are you calling me?"

The Xian Sheng Zhenjun in the portrait actually spoke, which made Shao Zhen couldn't help but take a step back, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to more fright.

"Zhen, Zhenjun, have you spoken?"

The portrait floated upright from the table. The statue on it began to emit a burst of golden light from its eyes and eyebrows. Wherever the golden light passed, the clothes, armor, ribbons, and long hair were visible.

Everything becomes real.

Just a few breaths later, the lifelike statue of the Holy Monarch in the portrait had transformed into a real god emitting bursts of divine light and walked out of the painting!

"Shao Zhen, why are you calling me?"

One of Yi Shuyuan's personal interests is that he was obviously looking for Shao Zhen, but at this moment he asked in such a serious tone. Sometimes this can create strange sparks.

Looking at the god in front of him, he has golden boots with flowing clouds on his feet, gold scales on a silver base, and a crown of Taixu on his head. Although he does not carry a weapon, he is the true king of Ming Ling, extinguishing evil, and manifesting sainthood in the hearts of the people of Lingdong. !

Shao Zhen was so nervous that he couldn't speak. It took him a while to react, and he quickly bowed to worship.

"Your Majesty, the Demon-Suppressing Saint, please accept Shao Zhen's obeisance. Thank you for your blessing. I didn't know that you were here. I offended you so much. I hope you will forgive me!"

"Don't you know I'm here?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice had a thick ethereal quality, and also contained a detectable smile.

"Why do you say this? You obviously drew me and summoned me here. Shao Zhen, why did you summon me here?"

Shao Zhen was very nervous and excited. Although it might offend the gods, this was also the ultimate affirmation of his own way of painting. Painting gods resembles gods and gods will come!

"Shao didn't dare to lie in front of the Holy Lord. It was really because of what he understood in his heart that he couldn't help but draw the statue of the god. I have great respect for you, True Lord, and I really don't dare to blaspheme. If I have offended you, please forgive me!"

Nervous and apprehensive, Shao Zhen raised his head to look at the mighty Xian Sheng Zhenjun, and saw that there was no anger in his expression, but instead he looked thoughtful.

"True Lord, I have traveled all over the world to visit various countries, worked hard on painting skills, and painted some proud works. Now I am returning home. I want to break through myself and enter the holy realm of painting. I hope that True Lord will protect me and don't let evil spirits intrude! "

Shao Zhen finally thought of what to say and said it out in one breath. For the people of Lingdong, what could be more reassuring than the protection of the True Lord Xiansheng?

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"You also know that some of your paintings are a bit evil?"

Shao Zhen's heart skipped a beat. Of course he knew it, of course he knew it, but sometimes he would deceive himself, and sometimes he would get excited about it. Now when he heard the words of the Xian Sheng Zhenjun, it was even more profound!