not a monster

Chapter 80
He was dressed as a scholar, with a tall and square towel cap, a wide gray-white linen, white socks and cloth shoes, and a box on his back.

It's a bit like the scholar Ning Caichen in A Chinese Ghost Story, except that he looks a lot more indifferent than Ning Caichen's surprise at first glance.

Except for the well-known monsters, or the monsters that can continue the life and birth groups, most monsters are born without logic.

Feng Wuli didn't recognize what kind of monster it was for a while, but he was definitely weak.

"What's up?"

"Young master can really see me."

The scholar smiled lightly and gave him a bow: "The sun is blazing here, can you take a step to talk, sir?"

Feng Wuli just left with the other party, inexplicably feeling that the sense of sight is very strong.

Wait, won't there be another litter of kittens or something?

The two were walking on the school road, the light and shadow of the gap between the leaves floated over his face, but went straight through the scholar and shone on the ground.

Feng Wuli smelled his weakness, which was different from weak weakness, which was on the verge of dying.

"Is there anything you need help with?" Feng Wuli asked.

The scholar stopped, looked back at him, and shook his head with a smile: "Xiaosheng hasn't said anything, but there is something he really wants to trouble the son."

The two were juxtaposed under the shade of a tree. He pointed a direction to Feng Wuli, and along the way he pointed, Feng Wuli saw a person.

The girl who painted in the botanical garden.

"My master was a scholar from the last dynasty, a scholar obsessed with painting."

He is a pen monster, the main body is a paintbrush, that happened about 200 years ago.

There is a poor scholar, who is not versed in strategy theory, and is not good at the Eight Poems.

He said that there are high-level sermons on the case, and new sharp instruments are bought in the store. He can read it from shoulder to shoulder, snort, and chew sugarcane bagasse. What does it feel like?
The poor and sour scholars admired Dandelion's strange collections the most, liked the sensational things in it, and liked to read the chapters of criticism that were deviant and deviant.

However, he is not good at writing, nor can he write astonishing essays like Dandelion, but because he is infatuated with those monster stories, he begins to draw those monsters on paper.

A talent pen, drawing all the absurd and bizarre things of ghosts and ghosts.

He is crazy about painting, obsessed with madness, and even more fond of painting ghosts, gods and demons.

Scholars work day and night, never stop painting, year after year, day after day.

Poor and sour scholars paint gods, and then exchange gods for paper money.

Some people say that there is nothing in his house, only a picture of a mountain is left.

Later, he painted what looked like, painting mountains as mountains and rivers as rivers.

Even the drawn monsters are the same as those who can really kill and eat souls.

Many people invited him to paint, many people bought his paintings, people from other villages would come to see his paintings, and even celebrities met with him.

There was a great master in the town. After the master knew about this, he invited him to paint a pair of Danqing at home.

But the eldest man was ugly, with black face and short hair, sesame eyes and scalloped nose, pus on the left face and sores on the right, rotten teeth, yellow and black like beans, and big ears that can attract the wind.

Who knew Xiucai took a look, hey!Monster, isn't this my favorite subject?

When he picks up the pen, he draws, and the next stroke produces flowers.

The crowd gathered around, only to see a black pig monster with a long beak and big ears appearing on the paper.

Look up at the big man, and look down at the pig monster.

The concierge looked at it and said it was really like it; the maid looked at it and said it was real; the cook looked at it and said it was real; the teacher looked at it and said it was real.

But someone came over and looked down, it didn't look like it!

The one who doesn't say it is the eldest man.

At this time, the eldest master was so angry that his facial features were twisted, and his six holes were smoking.

When everyone saw it, they said straight: The one in the painting ran out!

The eldest man is heaven in this town. He asked two servants to come over, interrupted the hand of Xiucai, and threw it out.

His hand was broken, and the poor and sour Xiucai suddenly woke up.

He drew a man!

Xiucai's hand is broken, and he can no longer paint.

It was cold that winter.

Can't draw pictures, no money to buy charcoal, and can't live without charcoal burning in winter, so the scholars burn the paintings in the house.

After burning the fox fairy and burning the yaksha, after burning the ghost girl and burning the mountain monster, when the painting in the last room was finished, the room slowly became cold again, and the scholar suddenly heard the smiles and laughter.

He looked back and saw a room full of goblins and ghosts.

They chatted and had fun, and invited scholars to a place where they would not be cold or hungry.

After listening to the story, Feng Wuli shook his head.

"He doesn't have that much spiritual power, and it's impossible to really create so many monsters by painting. This shouldn't be true."

The scholar smiled and continued, "It's true, the fact is that after the winter passed, people from the town came to the Xiucai's house and found a room full of shredded paper and flying ashes, and the Xiucai who died that winter."

A leaf fell and landed on Feng Wuli's head, he twisted it down and rubbed the leaf: "That pen, because it painted a lot of monsters, was stained with people's thoughts, and gradually became different, and finally there was about you?"

"That's it."

"But you are going to dissipate now. You have no time to leave the world."

The scholar kept a faint smile all the time, and he looked at the girl over there again.

Feng Wuli followed his line of sight.

"The brush in the girl's hand is Xiaosheng."

The girl's name is Gu Sisi. She likes to draw since she was a child, she likes to draw landscapes, she likes to draw plum and bamboo, and she likes to draw pictures of ladies.

And she draws very well.

On her eighth birthday, her parents gave her a pen.

Coincidentally, that pen was the pen that the poor and sour showcai used to draw Baigui.

The girl was very happy when she received this precious brush. She said she wanted to paint a lot. At that time, the little girl looked innocent and her parents smiled and touched her head, saying yes.

It was only later that the girls gradually stopped drawing.

Nothing too twisty, just that she's no longer a child.

The smiles on my parents' faces when they were young, for some reason, disappeared with the appearance of knife-cut wrinkles.

No longer praise her for how good-looking she is, nor encourage her to paint again, but talk about exams, grades, university, and college entrance examinations every day.

Gradually, she also felt that painting was a very boring thing.

She slowly put down the brush.

"Hey, little girl, why don't you draw?"

That day, the scholar suddenly appeared in the girl's room, the curtains on the windowsill disturbed, and the two met for the first time in years. The girl stared blankly at the scholar who suddenly appeared in her room.

"Damn—!!"

The girl who hid in the quilt trembled like chaff;

Open a little back corner;

That shit is still there!

Gu Sisi was about to cry, so the scholar comforted her not to be afraid;
Can this be scary?

The girl hid under the quilt and explained to the scholar in a crying voice that there are no ghosts in the world, and told him about materialism, hoping to persuade the other party to disappear. Then she found that the scholar was sitting in front of her desk calmly and said with a light smile:
"Your paintings are so ugly, and you don't have to work harder, how can you do it?"

"My father is a monk, and my mother is a Taoist priest. Run away, I won't let you go out!"

"Little girl, how about I teach you how to draw?"

(End of this chapter)