Talk about the world of mortals in detail

"But let me go back to the house to get ready. Sir, please come in and have a bowl of water."

"That's natural. Dengzhou City is a long way away after all!"

Lao Miaozhu said and followed Shao Zhen into the courtyard, but there was no hot water. After all, Shao Zhen had just gotten up. Ordinary people didn't have insulated tea buckets like those in teahouses and restaurants. They had to wait for the stove to light up the fire to boil the water before they could drink hot water.

A bowl of cold water and a handful of leftover rice cakes from yesterday were what Shao Zhen served Lao Miao Zhu, but the latter did not dislike them and ate them with gusto.

Lao Miao Zhu was looking for a stick with a peach tree under his arm and a rice cooker in his hand, eating bit by bit. Shao Zhen was packing his things, so he took a look around the room.

"Creak, creak, creak, creak."

The crispy rice cake was chewed loudly in Lao Miao Zhu's mouth. Lao Miao Zhu was not young but had very good teeth.

"I said Mr. Shao, wouldn't it be good for this painting to stay here?"

Laomiao Zhu stood in front of the statue of the Holy Monarch holding a rice cake. The painting he was talking about was naturally the picture of a hundred ghosts at the back.

Of course Shao Zhen understood what the old man meant. He also knew that the old man had some special abilities. He folded the clothes and put them in the backpack while answering.

"Yes, I plan to roll up this painting with the statue of the True Lord and take it to the Zhenjun Temple in Dengzhou."

Laomiao Zhu nodded with satisfaction.

"That's good!"

Taking it to the True Lord Temple is different from just a portrait of the True Lord. Even if there is really something evil hidden in the Hundred Ghosts Picture, in the True Lord Temple, if you are a dragon, just lie down for me. ! If you are a tiger, lie down for me!

The first temple in Lingdong of the Demon-Suppressing Saint is definitely watched by the True Lord.

After Shao Zhen had packed up his things, he and Lao Miao Zhu rolled up the paintings hanging on the wall and wrapped them in black cloth with the image of the Holy King painted on them, and all preparations were completed.

At noon, Lao Miao Zhu and Shao Zhen met the Zhou family at the gate of the county town.

This is a farmer and a village woman, who are the child's parents. They are leading a mule cart to the county town to sell some mountain goods and local goods they have accumulated, which can be used as transportation to Dengzhou.

Outside the city gate, Lao Miao Zhu introduced Shao Zhen to the Zhou family and his wife.

"This is Mr. Shao Zhenshao. He is a scribe who is good at painting. He has traveled all over the world and is a man of great ability. He happens to be going to Dengzhou with us this time. It is good to have someone to take care of you. He will also help you. .”

"Oh, Mr. Shao!" "Hello, Mr. Shao."

The two couples bowed to Shao Zhen together. Shao Zhen felt guilty and quickly bowed as well.

"Shao is so polite. Don't worry, you two. I've also heard about your children. If Shao can help, I will try my best to help!"

It wasn't that Shao Zhen wanted to hide anything, but Lao Miao Zhu had warned him that if you let the couple know about the problems that you may have indirectly caused, then despite the fact that they are honest farmers, they might be beaten, kicked, scratched in the face and skinned!

So the most appropriate time is when the child is found and is fine, and the money from the sale of the painting is given and the amount is good, then we can tell.

However, Lao Miaozhu actually doesn't have high hopes for how much Shao Zhen's paintings can be sold for.

It is true that Shao Zhen painted very well, and Lao Miaozhu was even more knowledgeable than the average person, but so what?

Has anyone heard of the name of the painter Shao Zhen?

It is precisely because Lao Miaozhu has seen too clearly that he has no hope. In history, many celebrities were in poverty during their lifetime, and they were sought after after leaving books after their death.

However, these old temple blessings also did not tell Shao Zhen.

But Shao Zhen is not a pedantic scholar. He traveled around with a painting box on his back and traveled to many countries. Naturally, he knows some things, so he is holding back at the moment not to reveal more things, so as not to make him uneasy along the way.

"Okay, okay, it's already noon, so without further ado, we're going to Dengzhou now. We should be able to arrive before nightfall on New Year's Eve."

Lao Miao Zhu came over to interrupt the greetings, and took the initiative to lead the mule cart. The cart happened to be led together. Maybe the child could sit on it when he came back. If Shao Zhen, a scholar, couldn't catch up, he could also sit on it, and there were still people on the cart. Some leftover mountain products can be eaten on the road.

"Alas!" "Okay, it all depends on Uncle Qi Gui's arrangement!"

"Uncle Luo, we listen to you!"

Lao Miao Zhu had obviously become the backbone of the Zhou family, which made the old man sigh. He had a pretty good relationship with the Zhou family at first.

Along the way, the Zhou couple had been somewhat taciturn. It was not until they walked for more than an hour that they gradually became familiar with Shao Zhen, who had taken the initiative to chat many times.

Including whether there are difficulties at home, the harvest of the fields, and the status of family members, etc.

During the successive disasters in Lingdong, all the elders of the Zhou family have passed away, and the children in the family have only one seedling, which is the hope of the family.

"I just hope that the child can be found and that he is safe and healthy, alas."

The noise of wheels turning as people continued to move forward. After the Zhou family talked about the child, they seemed a little depressed. After all, the child was in very bad condition before he disappeared.

Shao Zhen tightened the bags on his suitcase and expressed relief.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou. Your child will be fine. He must be at Zhenjun Temple."

"Hey, Mr. Shao Zhen has embarrassed me."

The Zhou family man is a farmer in his thirties. He can feel that Mr. Shao cares about them, so the distance will naturally be shortened and he will talk more.

There were almost no other pedestrians on the official road in the twelfth lunar month of winter. It was almost New Year's Eve, and everyone who should have gone home had already gone home, and it was still so cold.

The sky gradually darkened, and we walked seventy or eighty miles in most of the day, so we were not slow at all.

"Let's go to the forest ahead and make do with it tonight."

Lao Miaozhu had planned all the itineraries. They did not choose to stay at the inn they passed by. It would not rain tonight, so they saved money and slept in the wild.

A bonfire is built on a dirt slope in the forest beside the road, and the tarpaulin on the mule cart is covered. It is not a big problem for one night, as long as the fire does not go out until midnight, and the remaining warmth of the charcoal fire can be maintained until dawn. .

Dinner was just a few baked buns and some water, and everyone who was tired was ready to rest.

In the evening, except for Shao Zhen, the other three people slept, and in the second half of the night, Laomiao Zhu came to take his place.

There was no wind or rain tonight, as if God was taking care of them. Shao Zhen sat in front of the bonfire with the earth behind him, staring at the moving flames in a daze.

Then he couldn't help but look at the backpack next to him.

In fact, the scroll was not easy to fold, but he folded it anyway, otherwise it would not fit in the book box.

At this moment, leaving the house at home, in this starry night in the wilderness, it seems that the things in the backpack are not static. It seems that all the ghosts in the painting are not at peace.

Out of Shao Zhen's sight, a leg stepped out of the trunk, followed by arms and a body that quickly appeared. It was the Xian Sheng Zhenjun who stepped out of the canvas.

Yi Shuyuan looked at Shao Zhen, who was stunned, and then looked inside the book box. In fact, not all the ghosts in the painting really exist. Each has its own aura but not its own self. He is in a state of ignorance. Having ghosts is already considered a special case.

But now the spiritual energy of the wild flows into the painting, and the moonlight and starlight fall, making various self-feelings vaguely appear in the painting.

Some of them are spiritually strong, and some are even eager to try. They are just afraid of the idols, but this is more like an instinct and they have not suffered much yet.

Yi Shuyuan believed that if he hadn't been here, maybe some of the ghosts in the painting would have come out, and they might not have escaped. However, the feeling of being in the outside world made the beings in the painting very eager.

"snort!"

With a slight snort, Yi Shuyuan waved his arm gently, and Shao Zhen on one side dozed off and gradually fell asleep.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan had a thought, and the scroll from the book box floated out, and then unfolded in mid-air. The pattern on it did not change, but except for the figure in the center, many of the remaining ghosts even seemed to have eyes looking outside, and They also couldn't see Yi Shuyuan.

After a long time, a vague arm stretched out from the scroll. When exposed to the external aura and moonlight starlight, the vagueness of the arm seemed to weaken.

But the arm quickly retracted.

About another quarter of an hour passed, and a figure suddenly stepped out of the painting.

This is a man wearing a blue robe, with long hair and a crown, neatly dressed, with a relatively thin face, and he looks very human-like. However, in the picture of one hundred ghosts, there is now one missing pattern.

The man looked at his hands and feet curiously, stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, and then looked at Shao Zhen, who was sleeping beside the campfire with his knees in his arms.

Taking one step or two, the man approached Shao Zhen. After thinking for a moment, he took a step back, bowed towards him, and bowed respectfully.

"Hey, does it feel good to be out?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice sounded, and the man suddenly looked frightened. He looked around in panic but found nothing. But suddenly, there seemed to be a golden light not far away, and a vague but familiar figure stood there. That gives the man a terrible sense of oppression.

No sound was made, and the man immediately ran back into the painting.

The corner of Yi Shu Yuanshen's mouth slightly raised, and he walked to the scroll and found the man just now with just one glance. The man was next to the faceless ghost in the center, with long sleeves fluttering like an immortal.

The closer to the center of the Hundred Ghosts Diagram, the more human-like the ghosts are, but their "characteristics" are stronger than those of grotesque ghosts.

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PS: Damn, there used to be a smart guy in the game group who argued with us for a long time about the issue of nuclear water contamination, and it was almost forgotten!