Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Shortly after the rooster crows, in front of Yi Shuyuan's house, Shao Zhen holds a scroll in one hand and knocks on Yi Shuyuan's door with his right hand.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang."

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi, get up quickly and open the door. I'm done painting!"

After finishing the painting of hundreds of ghosts, Shao Zhen naturally wanted Yi Shuyuan to be the first to see it. He slept well last night, but he couldn't lie down when the rooster crowed. After finally staying up until dawn, he couldn't help but knock on it. The door is closed.

"Creak~" With a sound, the door was opened, and inside was the rather sleepy Yi Shuyuan.

"Whoa."

Yi Shuyuan yawned, smiled and shook his head as he looked at Shao Zhen outside the door, who was still raising his hand to take a photo.

"I said Mr. Shao, the lights in your room were not turned off when I got up last night, but you got up now that it's still dark."

"The painting is completed. I am eager to share my joy with you, sir!"

Shao Zhen said as he unfolded the scroll in his hand, and the current state of the Hundred Ghosts Picture was completely displayed in front of Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

Although I have seen it in the middle of the night, looking at it now, it is still amazing. Even though the foundation of formlessness has become a change in Yi Shuyuan himself, the painting still has a sense of completeness that has been completely reborn.

This feeling is not just Shao Zhen's own satisfaction after painting Wuxiang, but also stems from the feeling of the hundreds of ghosts in the painting.

The spirit presented by the Hundred Ghosts appears to be more "human", as if the ghosts and monsters have a completely different feeling when they look at the top of the mountain.

It may be blurry in the mist, but just by looking at the hundreds of ghosts, you can tell that they clearly understand that Wuxiang has appeared, regardless of whether he exists on the top of the mountain at this moment!

"Okay, what a great painting. This painting should be passed down through the ages!"

Yi Shuyuan was not stingy with praise. To be able to say such words from his mouth was already a very high praise.

"Pa~"

Shao Zhen clapped his hands heavily, which meant that Yi Shuyuan also recognized the absence of form in the painting.

"Mr. You's words are enough! However, although this painting is good, as Mr. Naluo said, it is not suitable for me to take it with me. Maybe this Zhenjun Temple is its home!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly and handed the painting back to Shao Zhen, so there was no need for him to waste any more words.

In the early morning, Chen Han looked at Shao Zhen in surprise in front of the Demon Subduing Hall which had just opened its doors.

"What? Do you really mean what Mr. Shao said? Do you really want to give this painting to me?"

Shao Zhen nodded and shook his head.

"It's not for you, it's for the True Lord Temple, or it can be said that it's for the True Lord Xian Sheng. Without the protection of the True Lord, I might not be able to paint this painting. And if this painting follows me, it's not very safe."

When he said this, Shao Zhen couldn't help but think of a group of ghosts who called him "Dad". It was not necessarily true that they were not safe for him, but he was not confident that he could restrain and discipline this group of ghosts well.

With that said, Shao Zhen handed over the painting, and Chen Han subconsciously reached out to take it, only to feel that the painting in his hand was heavy.

Even if you know it as Chen Han Monster, you know that this painting is definitely a famous painting that can be passed down through the ages, and its value cannot be measured by simple gold and silver.

She could spend ten taels of gold to buy her own portrait, but she couldn't say that this painting could be bought with money.

"That"

Chen Han glanced at the statue of the Holy Monarch in the Demon-Suppressing Hall, and then looked at Shao Zhen.

"Then I will accept it on behalf of the True Lord!"

Shao Zhen breathed out slowly, feeling like a big stone had been lifted from his heart. Without saying anything, he bowed to Chen Han, then turned and left.

As soon as Shao Zhen left, Chen Han couldn't help but open the painting and take a closer look. The ghosts and ghosts in the painting were really vivid with their own characteristics.

After looking at it for a while, Chen Han was suddenly startled and walked towards the front yard of the temple with the painting in his arms. Some things might be just coincidences, but this one might not be!

——

This morning, from outside Zhenjun Temple to inside Zhenjun Temple, a group of people came beating gongs and drums.

Among the crowd, there were young men carrying the eight-carrying frame together, and on the top of the frame was a statue of a god, who had just completed the body shaping of Yunlai.

"Crack, crackle, crackle."

Strings of firecrackers were going off at the entrance of the Zhenjun Temple, and the people of Dengzhou were as lively as if they were celebrating a festival to welcome the statue. The local gentry and wealthy families were in front, and the local people followed, and even the Dengzhou government officials were present.

The temple had been bustling with activity all morning before the statue of the Great God Yunlai was placed on its own altar in front of everyone's attention.

Like Xiansheng Zhenjun, Yunlai the Great God is also a standing statue. Although the statue is not absolutely lifelike, its expression is still vivid. I believe that the craftsmen in Dengzhou would never dare to be lazy on the statue of Zhenjun Temple. They must have used I tried my best.

The right hand of the statue of Yunlai holds a pen. This pen is a real thing. The front end is made of wolf hair and the back end is a thick copper penholder.

The left hand of the statue is still in an empty state.

The statue was originally designed, and the tone was set at the beginning of the design. When the statue was completed, the original Yunlai scroll in the temple would be put away and the statue could be held in his own hands.

The scroll in the left hand and the pen in the right hand, the true emperor is Wu Yunlai and the text is originally an imagination of the Dengzhou people about the great god Yunlai.

Just like the specially crafted three-pointed two-edged sword in the hands of True Monarch Xiansheng, the magical weapon in the hands of Master Yunlai must also be a real thing!

When the statue of the god was put down and the Dengzhou people inside and outside the temple kept praying to the statue, Chen Han standing aside felt a sense of embarrassment, and the noisy prayers seemed to be far away in the horizon.

"God Yunlai bless me and keep my whole family healthy!"

"Bless me to get rich this year!" "Bless my daughter-in-law to get pregnant soon!"

"Wish me good luck this year"

Smoke filled the inside and outside of Yunlai Hall. The small incense burner inside the hall could not be inserted, and the large incense cauldron outside the hall was also filled with incense. The vendors selling incense and candles at the Zhenjun Temple were very happy.

"Miao Zhu, why don't you put the portrait up?"

"Yes, the portrait of Master Yunlai should also be put up!" "Yes, yes, yes, don't forget it!"

"Hey, why are you holding two paintings? Which one is right?"

Several highly respected Dengzhou people came to Chen Han's side. The matter of Zhenjun Temple was also a major event for Dengzhou people.

"this"

Chen Han woke up from a dream and was hesitating when Yi Shuyuan appeared at the door like a savior and walked straight towards her.

"Mr. Yi!"

"Um!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, walked to Chen Han, glanced at the people around him and smiled, took one of the paintings from Chen Han's arms, and walked to the altar without looking at it.

With just one flick of the hand, the scroll was put into the left hand that the statue was holding emptyly.

The statue is now complete!

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the pilgrims in the temple, nodded to Chen Han, and then left the temple. Those around Chen Han also went to worship the gods again, for fear of falling behind others.

After a long time, the noise in the Yunlai Hall in the front yard continued, but Chen Han found an excuse to leave quietly and went to a relatively quiet place in the temple.

Seeing no one around him, Chen Han secretly opened the scroll in his hand and saw the first statue of Yunlai.

really!

A faint realization arose in Chen Han's heart, and then his mood became slightly complicated. He actually envied the monsters on the Hundred Ghosts Map.

"Is this a step to success?"

After muttering something, Chen Han showed a smile again. He was so envious of his life!

"Pap~"

There was a slight weight on her shoulders, Chen Han looked sideways, and Hui Mian had already landed on her shoulders.

"Senior Gray?"

"Hey, can you reach the sky in one step? I'm afraid it can't be counted."

Hui Mian said meaningfully.

"In my words, being in a temple may be really good, but it doesn't mean you don't need to practice, it doesn't mean there are no obstacles or tribulations, and what seems rough outside doesn't mean it's not good for practice."

"Moreover, they have entered the Shinto way. After tasting the taste, they may be unable to extricate themselves. Although the Shinto way is good, it is difficult to understand the other wonderful features. Forget it, what are you talking about? It is considered the Great Way of Yangguan!"

Hui Mian himself still has a lot of say in this aspect.

"Senior taught you a lesson!"

Chen Han's mentality also calmed down.

"Well, you are still very savvy, I like you! Bring it."

"ah?"

Chen Han was slightly stunned, while Hui Mian smiled and pointed at the scroll she was holding on her chest.

"Draw it, give it to me!"

"Oooh!"

Not daring to object, Chen Han handed the painting in his arms to his right shoulder with both hands, while Hui Mian picked up the painting with his paws and put it into his arms, as if it had disappeared into the fur.

"Well, I'm almost drunk."

"Why are you drunk? Senior Hui drank?"

Hui Mian swayed on Chen Han's shoulder.

"no!"

At this moment, Hui Mian did feel as tipsy as ordinary people drinking, and it was the most comfortable state when drinking.

It’s just that it’s not alcohol, but incense!

The teacher said that incense is good, but to some extent it is also a constraint. The key is to grasp the balance between Tao and Tao and correct one's mentality.

Hui Mian silently recited two sentences in his heart: Nian Chao is born, Nian Chao is born!

All of a sudden, Hui Mian became more awake and even refreshed. Although he was the Great God of Yunlai, he was not omnipotent. Regardless of his lack of Taoism, he had to understand the fundamentals of the gods even in the future!

Well, the immortal way cannot be left behind, and it cannot be reduced to the point where it truly becomes a ghost or god.

Gods and gods, maybe it’s people like this sir who are called gods, right?

The portrait of Yunlai returned to Hui Mian's own hands, which was naturally the most suitable. Moreover, although it had not yet transformed, there was some thought in his heart that it might be able to briefly appear with the help of the portrait.

This is not some heresy, but an immortal technique that has been passed down from generation to generation.