Talk about the world of mortals in detail

As soon as the child said "Mother", surprise appeared on the faces of the Zhou family and his wife who were already crying.

"Alas! Alas! Mom is here, son, you can speak now! My dear, my child can speak now!"

"father"

"Hey, hey, dad is here!"

The Zhou family and his wife were very excited. It wasn't that the child couldn't speak since he was a child, but that he had gradually been unable to speak since he got a strange disease.

Now that the sound has returned, it seems to indicate that the child has begun to recover.

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan's divine light dissipated directly, leaving a little spiritual thought on the statue in the temple, and he disappeared in place, because it was time for the Tiandou Mountain side to wake up!

In the room in the backyard of Zhenjun Temple, the men of the Zhou family were so excited that they turned directly to Chen Han to worship him.

"Thank you, girl. Thank you, girl. You are a living god under the throne of the Holy Monarch. If you save the child, you have saved our whole family!"

"Yes, thank you, Living God!"

The wife of the Zhou family also saluted together, and the two couples were very excited.

Chen Han hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"No, no, no, I just rescued the child from the water. The doctor in the city was the one who treated him, the knights of the rivers and lakes were the ones who protected his heart, and the demon-suppressing saint was the one who removed the evil spirits. I don't count. ."

When the Zhou family and his wife continued to express their thanks, Chen Han was relieved and could not help but glance at the divine light on the side, but it was obvious that the Holy Lord Xian Sheng did not care about this.

The voice recovered, and the child's strength seemed to have recovered a lot, mainly because his energy and energy suddenly increased.

After the child shouted "hungry" several times, the Zhou couple's emotions stabilized, and they quickly followed Chen Han to the kitchen to get hot porridge.

Seeing the Zhou family's wife feeding the child porridge next to the bed, the expression on the child's face was completely different from before. Chen Han probably understood in his heart that this was the dependence between family ties.

In order not to disturb the Zhou family, they chose to leave the house and walk in the backyard of the temple. Only now did Chen Han and the others take the time to get to know each other.

"Oh, it's so great to be able to reunite with my family!"

Lao Miao Zhu's emotion was also what Shao Zhen was thinking.

"Yeah, luckily everything was still in time, otherwise Shao wouldn't know how to remedy it!"

At this moment, Chen Han had roughly understood what happened from the mouths of Lao Miao Zhu and Shao Zhen, and even she was amazed.

"It's really incredible that Mr. Shao can paint such strange paintings with just one brush, and even make the objects in the paintings spiritual. I'm just a little girl, Chen Han, who wants to see it. I wonder if you agree, sir?"

Shao Zhen also smiled.

"If the girl wants to see the painting, there is nothing wrong with Shao. If she wants to see the so-called ghost in the painting, then there is nothing Shao can do."

Shao Zhen looked towards the direction of the Demon Subduing Hall and continued.

"Actually, all of this is just a dream entrusted to me by the Holy Lord. In addition, after the old gentleman came to find me, I know a lot of things, but none of us have actually seen the ghosts in the painting."

Laomiao Zhu said with a smile.

"It's better not to see it. It's best not to see it. You young people should not want to see everything out of curiosity. There are some things that are best not to see. Now I advise Mr. Shao to bring the painting to Zhenjun Temple and save it for Zhenjun Temple." You suppress the thought of this painting."

Upon hearing this, Shao Zhen frowned slightly.

"But this painting of Shao is not finished yet. I feel really unwilling to finish it!"

"What are you going to do after you finish painting? You caused so much trouble before you finished painting. What if all the ghosts run away after you finish painting?"

Chen Han looked at Shao Zhen with a smile, but his brief gaze stunned him for a moment.

"If Mr. Shao wants to paint, he can finish it at Zhenjun Temple. No evil spirits can flourish here!"

"Yes, yes, I think so too. If Shao wants to draw, just take this opportunity to finish it!"

Shao Zhen felt that his gaze was a little abrupt just now. Although he looked at the young Miao Zhu without any displeasure, he quickly looked away and responded to the old Miao Zhu's words with a wry smile.

"You can paint anywhere you want, but here, Shao's mentality is indeed more relaxed, and his anxiety is lessened."

This is mainly because of the sense of security. Even if the portrait of the True King is painted, the sense of security here in the Xiansheng True King's Head Temple is unparalleled.

But if you want to draw it, it's not enough. Shao Zhen couldn't help but think of what the real king said in the dream. That Yi Daozi must be a master of Xuanqi. How to find it?

"By the way, Mr. Luo and Miss Chen, have you ever heard of Yi Daozi?"

Lao Miaozhu shook his head directly.

"I've never heard of him. What does he do? It doesn't sound like a normal name, but it sounds like a title."

Chen Han looked thoughtful.

"Where did you hear this name?"

"Oh, the True Lord mentioned something in my dream, and I became a little curious. I thought this person might have outstanding painting skills, and I could ask him for advice."

Shao Zhen actually didn't understand the method of change he heard in his dream, but his only understanding was the painting technique.

The so-called "thousands of qi are all different, and all kinds of wonderful things are produced endlessly", what is produced is naturally a painting on paper!

Hearing this, Chen Han just smiled. Although she is a temple blessing of Zhenjun Temple, she is still out of reach of immortals like Yi Daozi. Although she is considered informed, it is better not to say this kind of knowledge. .

"Should we let the little girl see the painting first?"

Shao Zhen felt that Chen Han seemed to know something, but he was not in a hurry at the moment, so he agreed to the other party's request first.

"Okay! Since the girl wants to see it, let's see it!"

Today is New Year's Eve, and there are too many pilgrims in the Demon-Suppressing Hall. There are many vacant rooms in the backyard, and even some places designed as side halls are now empty.

The three of them chose a side hall that only had a sacred table but no statues.

Although the hall is empty, there are no spider webs and not much dust. It is obvious that the daily cleaning is in place.

After taking the suitcase, Shao Zhen put the suitcase down on the ground, squatted down and took out the scroll he was carrying. The two people on the side wiped the magic case with a cloth again, brushing off the few dust on it.

First of all, he naturally unfolded the statue of the True King on the black cloth. Just seeing this statue of the True King made Chen Han's eyes light up. This kind of expression and power were simply amazing.

Chen Han somewhat believed that the ghosts drawn by this person could really appear.

When the picture of a hundred ghosts was also spread out on the sacred table, Chen Han's eyes became serious. The ghosts and ghosts in the picture seemed to be alive!

"This is the Hundred Ghosts Picture!"

As Shao Zhen said this, he saw Chen Han staring at the part of the scroll hanging on the table, which was the missing corner.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan, who was far away in Tiandou Mountain, had just woken up from a yawn. He was looking for where Hui Mian was based on his feeling, while snapping his fingers while half asleep.

In the Zhenjun Temple in Dengzhou, a divine light flew out from the Demon Subduing Hall and fell into the side hall at the rear.

The moment Chen Han looked sideways, a glimmer of light came into her hand, making her feel that there was something extra in her hand.

When he unfolded his palm, he saw that it was a slightly folded piece of paper. Chen Han unfolded the piece of paper and saw that there was a long-haired ghost on it.

"This is."

Shao Zhen also noticed Chen Han's movements and followed her line of sight to see the paper in her palm.

"This is the piece of painting I lost!"

"ah?"

Laomiao Zhu was also stunned. Wasn't that thing suppressed by him and then lost in the Tutu Temple? Why is it here?

Chen Han glanced at the two of them, then looked at the corner of the scroll, and he already understood in his heart.

"Perhaps this is what Zhenjun meant."

With that said, Chen Han unfolded the piece of paper in his hand, approached the Hundred Ghosts Map, and faced the gaps on both sides.

Almost in an instant, the cracks between the paper and the scroll fit together, and the cracks disappeared.

"Pa~"

Shao Zhen clapped his hands excitedly.

"The long-haired ghost is back!"

Lao Miaozhu even bent down closer to the scroll and reached out to touch that corner.

"My dear, there are no cracks at all. What kind of magic is this? It doesn't look like a deception. Girl, your moral skills are higher than mine!"

Lao Miao Zhu turned to look at Chen Han. This woman was young and had a delicate face. He didn't expect that the spell she used was so easy. She didn't even recite a spell or use any magic weapon.

No wonder he is the temple blessing of Zhenjunshou Temple!

Without two brushes, he would have been squeezed out by others.

Chen Han smiled and said nothing. Although this method was not performed by her, in terms of Taoism, this old temple blessing was indeed nothing in her eyes.

Suddenly, Chen Han looked at the painting seriously, causing the two people next to him to look at the painting subconsciously.

"Hehehehehehehe." "Hehehehehehe."

"Hahahahahaha."

The three of them seemed to hear the many ghosts in the painting laughing, and they were all looking at the long-haired ghost in the corner. The expressions of the ghosts were different, but they were all very active.

But when the three of them took a closer look, everything ceased to exist, as if it was just a momentary illusion.

"snort!"

Chen Han snorted, already knowing that this painting was weird, but in the Zhenjun Temple, especially if Zhenjun should pay attention to this place, no ghosts and monsters would be able to stir up trouble, but if this complete painting was exposed, I am afraid there would be big trouble.

Chen Han looked at Shao Zhen and said.

"I heard that my husband wanted to sell the painting to compensate the Zhou family. Let's do this. The little girl will pay twenty taels of gold for this picture of a hundred ghosts!"

"What? So expensive?"

Lao Miao Zhu was shocked and even Shao Zhen was startled. He had never sold paintings in recent years, but no one had ever offered such an exaggerated price.

According to Dayong's current official gold and silver exchange ratio, this is equivalent to six hundred taels of silver, and in some places the ratio can be even higher.

For normal people, this is a huge sum of money that will never be seen in a lifetime.

"How about it? Can Mr. Shao part with his love? This money is enough to stabilize the child and recover, so that he can marry a wife and have children in the future, so that the Zhou family can have enough food and clothing."

"No, no, no, Shao just hasn't finished this painting. When it is finished in the future, it will be kept in the Zhenjun Temple. It can only be given as a gift and cannot be sold for money!"

This answer surprised Chen Han.

"Then this lunch box is a donation in return for the painting donated by Mr.!"

"No no no!"

Shao Zhen shook his head repeatedly.

"No, we need to paint separately. Let's do this. My painter is good at figures. How about painting a portrait for the girl?"

"But me"

Just as Chen Han was about to speak, the voice of the Holy Lord Xian Sheng came faintly to his ears.

"This person can take on the form of a wandering spirit when he paints, and he is somewhat of an incarnation. The other two demons can benefit greatly from it!"

Chen Han's heart moved, and he understood what Zhenjun meant, and silently thanked him in his heart. Thank you Zhenjun for your guidance!

"Okay, let's paint a picture, but it can't just be me. I also have a younger brother and a younger sister. Paint one for them too. The price will depend on how well you paint!"

Shao Zhen smiled. He was not afraid of doing things like painting!

"If you paint someone by your side, you won't let the girl down!"