River Tuluo Xian

Chapter 71
"Brother Zhu?"

Jiang Ling patted him twice, but he was as unresponsive as a piece of wood.

’ Sure enough, the Yuanhun has escaped from the body. If the Yuanhun is not called back, Zhu Xiaolian will sleep here until he dies. '

Looking at the mural again, it has changed.

The Buddha who had opened the altar to preach before now turned into a fierce evil god with angry eyes and a ferocious appearance. He was condescending, and his ghostly eyes were staring straight ahead, as if he was heading straight for Jiangling.

'This mural is truly magical. '

The surrounding believers have disappeared, and the girls holding flowers have also become law enforcement officers in white robes.

Purgatory, frying pan, mountain of knives, sea of ​​fire!
The evil spirits are howling, the evil spirits are whining.

In the corner of the mural, I suddenly saw a small house.

The window was open at the moment, and through the open window, one could clearly see a scholar hugging a woman.

Judging from the image of the scholar, who is that Zhu Xiaolian?
In the world of murals, he followed the woman away, and ended up chatting with her at her home, maybe even at her bed.

Jiang Ling looked at the Asura King Faxiang again, and saw that its gaze shifted again at some point, and happened to be fixed on the location of the small house.

'I'm afraid it's not good, if Zhu Xiaolian is targeted by King Shura, the Yuanhun will never come out. '

With this in mind, Jiang Ling took a bowl from the table,

Then he cut Zhu Xiaolian's palm and smeared it in the bowl with his own blood.

Jiang Ling used cinnabar as ink to write a string of incantations on the back of the bowl.

Snapped!
Suddenly, magnetic tiles covered the small house on the mural.

Jiang Ling shouted loudly: "Zhu Xiaolian! Zhu Xiaolian! If you don't come back now, when will you wait?"

With a shout, the spiritual power in his hand was stimulated.

Boom boom boom boom boom~~~~~
Suddenly, the bowl in his hand started shaking on the wall.

After that, the bowl started to emit smoke and even dirty and smelly sewage.

"Zhu Xiaolian! Zhu Xiaolian! If you don't come back now, when will you wait?"

"Zhu Xiaolian! Zhu Xiaolian! If you don't come back now, when will you wait?"

Jiang Ling yelled three times in a row, his voice was as loud as a bell, it was deafening.

Zhu Xiaolian in the mural is currently in love with that woman, and his feelings are still unfinished.

Hearing these words suddenly seemed to come from the sky, he heard them familiar, and when he looked out of the window, he saw a colorful light.

Inside the colored light, there was a force that seemed to pull him away from here.

As soon as Zhu Xiaolian thought about it, his body could not help but fly up and follow the colorful light away.

But the woman suddenly grabbed his hand, and she wanted to cry: "Your Majesty is going to abandon me?"

Zhu Xiaolian's heart softened, and he quickly comforted him: "How could it be? I will never abandon you."

Hearing his words, the woman burst into laughter again.

But at this time, there was another voice in the colored light shouting: "Zhu Xiaolian, you haven't come back yet? Your parents are critically ill. If you don't come back now, when will you wait?"

Zhu Xiaolian, who hadn't planned to leave, suddenly heard this, and his face changed again.

Just move on!
The woman pulled him again, begging with her eyes.

Zhu Xiaolian's attitude was decisive: "My parents are already critically ill. As a son of man, how can I ignore them? Miss, wait for me. After taking care of my parents, I will definitely marry you."

After speaking, his mind followed the colorful light, and when his thoughts merged into one, his whole body turned into a beam of light, and disappeared from here with a click.

In the ancient village, a bowl of cold water was poured on Zhu Xiaolian's face, Zhu Xiaolian woke up with a jolt.

"Huh, Jiang...Brother Jiang?"

Seeing Jiang Ling in front of him, Zhu Xiaolian held his head and smiled politely: "I never thought I would be drunk."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to be dazed again, and sat on the ground motionless.

It was probably because of his previous experience in the mural world that he couldn't tell whether it was real or a dream.

"Brother Jiang, I seem to have a dream." He said suddenly.

"What did you dream about?"

Zhu Xiaolian scratched his head and stood up, pointing to the mural on the wall, and shamelessly said: "I'm not afraid of you laughing, just now I dreamed of having a tryst with the woman in this mural. The woman was as tender as water, and she promised me with her body Unfortunately, after the dream, it seemed that someone said that my parents were critically ill, so I abandoned that woman.

Hey, it's a pity to think about it. "

You still feel sorry?
If you hadn't been somewhat filial, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to call back your original soul.

Jiang Ling: "Do you still remember which woman it was?"

Zhu Xiaolian said: "That's the girl with the bun."

He stood up: "Still holding flowers, the one at the end of the line..."

While talking, he wanted to point it out to Jiang Ling.

But when he looked at the mural picture again, he felt strange.

"Hey, it's strange, the murals I saw before were obviously not like this.

I saw a big Buddha preaching scriptures at the altar, and I saw a lot of little ladies walking up this road with flowers in their hands. Why... why are they gone? "

Jiang Ling: "Perhaps you are blind and remember wrongly."

"Really?" Zhu Xiaolian scratched his head, not sure himself.

He searched on the murals again, and after searching for a long time, he finally found a woman.

"This woman looks like the one I had a tryst with, except that the woman I met with wore her hair in a bun, but this woman is dressed as a young woman."

The woman in the painting stands by the door of the small house, looking into the distance.

And outside the small house, her sisters were accusing her of something.

Zhu Xiaolian looked at it for a long time, and said: "I don't know why, seeing this woman makes me feel so sad."

Jiang Ling persuaded: "Then don't look at it. Speaking of women, Brother Meng said that Miss Liu is the most beautiful woman in the world."

When Meng Longtan was mentioned, Zhu Xiaolian's mood immediately changed and he laughed: "Miss Liu? Speaking of Miss Liu, I think of a funny thing."

He was about to say something, but he stopped suddenly: "Forget it, brother Meng is already drunk, so it's not appropriate to talk about him behind his back. He and Miss Liu are also happy friends."

After finishing speaking, he finally walked away from the mural, returned to the table, and beckoned Jiang Ling to continue drinking.

In order to prevent the two of them from being dragged in by the murals again, Jiang Ling suddenly picked up a stick and smashed the stone wall.

If he could call Zhu Xiaolian back once, he might never call him back a second time.

'This painting is too magical to keep. '

"Hey, Brother Jiang, what do you mean?" Zhu Xiaolian, who was drinking, saw him and hurriedly shouted.

Jiang Ling said: "This evil god looks so ugly, poke it off, so as not to dream at night."

Only then did Zhu Xiaolian laugh: "I thought brother Jiang was bold, but I didn't expect that he is just as similar to me."

The stone wall was smashed little by little, but about a third of it was smashed, and suddenly a bronze mirror fell from the gap in the wall.

Jiang Ling picked up the bronze mirror, only to see that the front side of the bronze mirror can illuminate people, and the other side is dimly lit, depicting reliefs.

If you look closely, what is carved in the relief is exactly the image that was previously recorded on the stone wall.

Exactly the same - [Sura Hell Map]!
(End of this chapter)