Commander's Destiny

Chapter 85 Who Painted the Wall
"There are so many murals in the world, so there should be a lot of mural-painting monsters too?" Jiang Qianfeng asked casually after the old beggar explained what a mural-painting monster is.

Unexpectedly, the old beggar glanced at the person who asked the question, and answered patiently: "Not many, after all, the appearance of the wall-painting demon needs a lot of chance. For the painter, the content of the painting, the time and environment for keeping it, There are very high demands.”

"Oh, that's it. After leaving the mural, will the painted mural demon be like other demon spirits, wreaking havoc on the common people and harming the world?" Jiang Qianfeng was not satisfied, he followed what the old beggar said and asked again.

"Not all demon spirits are heinous. Demon spirits can also be divided into good and evil. Unless the person who created the wall-painting monster has a wicked mind and the content he draws is too evil, under normal circumstances, the wall-painting monster is a very simple and friendly monster. Spirit," the old beggar explained here, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "It's just that many people often indiscriminately and kill all monsters when they encounter them."

The old beggar's remarks about the demon spirit made the human practitioners present feel quite harsh.

Zhu Jian of the Shushan School was particularly young and vigorous, and retorted with a look of disdain: "A monster is a monster, and people who are not of our race must have different hearts. There is no distinction between good and evil."

Although the other practitioners of Shushan School and Emei School didn't say anything, they all gave Zhujian a tacit gaze.

Only Yao Jingli felt that the old beggar spoke soundly and logically, and instead became more submissive than before: "Then old man, you have talked so many things about painting wall monsters, do you mean that in the legend of the Yellow Crane Tower, there is a painting on the wall?" Is the painted yellow crane also a wall-painting demon?"

The old beggar didn't care about the reaction of Zhu Jian and others, and nodded to Yao Jingli firmly: "Exactly, that yellow crane is a painting wall demon."

"You also said that the person who drew the yellow crane was not a fairy, so who is he?" Although Yao Jingli guessed half of the doubts correctly based on the intention of the old man's words, but for the remaining half, But still clueless.

"He is not alone, he is also a demon!"

The old beggar's short answer contained shocking power, Bai Wuyan, Yao Jingli and Zhai Lingxiu couldn't help being dumbfounded.

At the same time, the contemptuous eyes of the practitioners of Shushan School and Emei School headed by Zhu Jian became even more contemptuous.

Because after hearing the old beggar's attitude towards the demon spirits, they didn't believe anything the old beggar said.

Only Jiang Qianfeng continued his curiosity: "The fairy that everyone has always thought of in the legend, is he also a demon?"

"That's right, the person who painted the wall was also transformed by a demon spirit." The old beggar ignored the others, but replied to Jiang Qianfeng loudly.

"Then tell me, if the person who painted the wall was also transformed by a demon spirit, why did he take away the demon painted wall that he created after many years?" Zhizhen killed the demon spirit just to become Even stronger, although he doesn't have the prejudice against demon spirits that Zhu Jian and others have, but even if he wants to believe what the old beggar said, he still can't understand it.

Because in the inherent thinking of Zhizhen and other human cultivators for thousands of years, the ones who slay demons and demons are either human cultivators or immortals who have already ascended.

If the living yellow crane in the legend was transformed by the painted wall demon, then the painted wall man who flew away with the demon spirit behind him would naturally be associated with a fairy.

But now, the old beggar's rhetoric almost subverted everyone's inherent perception of immortals.

How could it be possible that the person who painted the wall behaved like a fairy, but was actually a demon spirit?

Well, even so.

But why does one demon spirit take the trouble to fly away with another demon spirit under the watchful eyes of everyone?

The question Zhizhen asked was exactly what Bai Wuyan and others were puzzled by.

"Because the person who painted the wall actually wanted to protect the demon spirit he created. He wanted to take the painted wall demon in the form of a yellow crane to a place far away from the cave of ten thousand demons. That place can be said to be The utopia of all demon spirits, and he is the creator of that place. No wonder, others say that he is a different kind among the ancient great demons, but I think he is a demon god that people can't hate "The old beggar sighed, his eyes seemed lost, and his reminiscence was beyond words, as if he was mentioning an old friend of his who had known him for many years.

"Brother, don't listen to this old beggar making up nonsense here and talking nonsense," Zhu Jian couldn't bear it anymore, and said to Zhizhen repeatedly, "I saw his wine gourd like a treasure, so I thought he was too. As a cultivator, I wanted to hear what my senior had to say, but I didn't expect him to be so ambiguous, speaking for the demon spirit, I really don't know where he picked up that gourd."

Zhizhen heard what Zhu Jian said, and he didn't want to disappoint everyone present, so he smoothed things over and said: "Forget it, forget it, he is not a demon spirit, he is just an ordinary old man, let him say whatever he wants , come, come, let's have a drink together."

"Since this is the case, I will not accompany you. Thank you for the wine. My story is over, and we will meet again by fate." The old beggar retreated while talking.

When the old beggar was about to reach the stairs, he suddenly disappeared.

His departure was like his appearance, as if no one could notice it, and when Bai Wuyan chased him out, he had completely disappeared.

Bai Wuyan returned to the private room, everyone ate and chatted, and gradually shifted their attention from the old beggar's story to the delicious food and wine in front of them and the anecdotes of your friends.

He was the only one still immersed in the story with a huge amount of information, unable to figure it out.

The old man just mentioned the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons. How much did he know about that place? Before I had time to ask him, he disappeared. I don’t know when we will see him again.

Bai Wuyan was thinking about it, but was interrupted by Jiang Qianfeng.

I saw Jiang Qianfeng burped, and then said: "Master Bai, Master Bai, let's go and listen to the storytellers, shall we?"

Bai Wuyan saw that he didn't care about his own life, he was only thinking about eating, drinking and having fun, so he shied away with a look of disgust: "You kid is full, I haven't eaten much yet, I still want to talk to Zhi If they want to inquire about something, let Jingli and Lingxiu take you there."

(End of this chapter)