Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 319
The man just stood in front of the huge painting and looked at it for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on the missing corner, and he muttered.

"Where did the long-haired ghost go?"

While talking to himself, the man subconsciously searched the corners of the ground and other places. From the looks of it, he seemed to think that when the painting was torn earlier, the missing corner was in the room.

Or maybe that's what the brat said at the time, but in the end they hid the piece of painting and went home.

Judging from the conversation between Lao Miaozhu of the Earth Temple and that family member, the family member never came to see this relative again after being bewitched, so the painter didn't know yet.

Long-haired ghost?
Yi Shuyuan also looked at a small corner of the painting. The gap there was the same as the one on the scroll he got, and the ghosts that Chen Han used to seal were also very similar to those in the painting.

The whole painting looks fine, but there is still a hint of evil in the cracked paper.

Obviously, whether it is what happened in the river outside the Zhenjun Temple or the influence of the landlady, this painting cannot be simple.

It's just that this breath is so calm that Yi Shu's soul can't see it clearly.

It was obviously not the first time that the man searched in every corner of the house. He seemed to want to find the missing painting, but Yi Shuyuan stood there without moving, looking at the scroll all the time.

After a long time, Yi Shuyuan turned his head to look at the black cloth hanging on the bamboo pole, and met the eyes of the statue of the holy and true king on it.

Yi Shuyuan's heart skipped a beat. Although I'm here for the first time, it's not the first time I've seen this painting. To put it another way, I've actually been looking at it for a long time!

Thinking of this, Yi Shuyuan's spiritual body stretched out his arms, jumped back slightly, and directly merged into the black cloth, or into the statue on the black cloth.

At this moment, on the black cloth painted in light gold and ink, the divine light in the eyes of the portrait of the true emperor showing the sage flashed slightly, and the whole picture scroll seemed to come alive, and his eyes looked straight at the picture scroll of ghosts facing the front.

It was also at this moment that in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, everything around him changed, and the portrait of the ghost also showed a different feeling, and he even seemed to be able to detect some furtive sights on the painting scroll.

When the eyes of the gods swept across, all the illusion-like movements on the scroll disappeared.

Not only is there a difference in eyes, but Yi Shuyuan even had some "memories", as if he "saw" some pictures from the past, and even vaguely saw the scene of the brat tearing up the painting.

It was a few months ago, the adults were chatting, and although the children were told repeatedly, they felt bored after all, so they just looked at the paintings here, and accidentally saw the portrait of the Holy King.

However, this "memory" is indeed very vague, but it can also feel a little weird.

After looking at the painting behind the black cloth, the child was obviously very scared, but he came back to look at it several times, and finally couldn't help but tear off a piece of it.
Yi Shuyuan couldn't see these pictures clearly, but with the ability of telepathy, he could feel them.

Then it seemed that the painter discovered it, and in a rage, a quarrel broke out between relatives, during which there were crying and shouting of children
This experience was very strange. Yi Shuyuan even felt as if he was listening to someone else's story. The same picture was unclear, but the sounds and colors were rich. Coupled with his own synaesthesia, he felt everything in detail.

The children were asked to hand over the torn paintings, and the children only said they had thrown them away, but they actually hid them in their clothes.

In the end, they broke up on bad terms, the relatives went home, and the painter became sulky.

It's just that the artist seemed to have a feeling of belated awareness afterwards, and his own painting would also have some different understandings. He seemed to realize something, and he looked at this painting for a long, long time.

"Just painting, just painting, just painting, just painting!"

The painter was talking to himself, but his voice became louder unconsciously, obviously a little hesitant and a little angry.

"True Monarch, True Monarch, but I can't grasp the power of divine wrath that Fu Mo Shengzun has, what should I do, what should I do."

The painter looked extremely anxious!
After a while, the painter held a paintbrush, dipped in gold paint, and pointed towards Yi Shuyuan's "eyes".

shuh~
All of a sudden, the world becomes clear!
A kind of enlightenment also arose in Yi Shuyuan's heart.

This is the finishing touch!

It turned out that the previous portrait of the Holy King had not been touched. Although the statue seemed to be very realistic, it still lacked the power in the eyes. After the touch, everything became clearer.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the picture scroll again at this time, and had a different feeling. He looked at the many ghosts on it, and examined some of them more.

He also no longer viewed ghosts from the perspective of a monk, but added the appreciation angle of a literati, from which he could appreciate the charm outlined by the details of the painting, which became more and more clear.

These ghosts are not all evil, there are various "Qi" presented, and this Qi is naturally the combination of the shape in the painting and the feeling. If it is another practitioner, or even another immortal, I am afraid It's hard to see clearly.

In other words, theoretically, the long-haired ghost escaped by himself!

This is a bit of a mistake to blame the child, although the child is skinny, but not to the extent of casually destroying the valuables of relatives, obviously bewitched by evil spirits.

Yi Shuyuan's line of sight returned to the center of the upper middle position. The faceless portrait is really an empty shell, without any superfluous breath, after all, the painter himself hasn't figured it out yet.

So how did these paintings come about? Naturally, the paintings were drawn by the painters, but were the patterns imagined out of thin air?Or did you say that you saw something and were inspired?
"Oh, you won't be blown out of the door by the wind, will you?"

The painter muttered, and returned to the portrait, looking a little worried, but soon fell into deep thought about the painting again.

Just turning around and looking back inadvertently, the painter was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, the artist seemed to be standing blankly at Yi Shuyuan, looking straight at him, but the truth was that the artist was staring blankly at the statue on the black cloth.

"What, why is it so beautiful? Did I draw it? Can I draw it?"

The painter is most familiar with his own portraits, especially those of the person in front of him. He has never dared to put eyes on the real king's portrait before, because he really can't paint that kind of divine power.

Xiansheng Zhenjun is a true god who lives in the hearts of Lingdong people. Even a painter can hardly imagine that kind of demeanor. He actually wants to go to Dengzhou First Temple. He heard that the statues there are the most charming, but he has never made it. .

But at this moment, facing the statue of the god hanging on the bamboo pole, the painter felt a special kind of shock in his heart.

The last time he did it under extremely uneasy circumstances, he had to do it for the god statue, but even so, he was very dissatisfied, knowing that he failed to paint the true charm, and even a little bit blasphemed the Lord of Fumo.

However, at this moment, Zhenjun looks calm with indifference, majesty with calm, and heavy pressure with majesty, as if examining the world and people's hearts.

The eyes on the statue seemed to be looking at the painter, seeing through everything about him!
This is the vision of the gods!

"I understand, I understand, hahahahahahahahahahaha, it should be painted like this, hahahahahaha."

The artist laughed like a maniac, and even the depression that could not be painted in the picture of the hundred ghosts was swept away. A pair of god's eyes is enough to make the artist who is obsessed with this way excited to the extreme.

"Hahahahahahaha, I know how to draw gods, I understand hahahahahaha, the true king is blessing me, it is the true king who is blessing me, hahahahahaha."

Yi Shuyuan looked at the person in front of him calmly. Not only did the painter understand, but so did Yi!

This painter is amazing!

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but think of some things, some stories about the most amazing people in the world
At this moment, outside the house courtyard, the old Miao Zhu of the Earth Temple in Zhangjia Village was approaching at a fast pace, because he was eager, so he didn't dare to stop along the way.

Before he knew it, Yi Shuyuan had been staying at the painter's house for a long time, so long that even Lao Miao Zhu came all the way here.

It's just that when Lao Miaozhu came outside the courtyard, he heard a burst of almost crazy laughter inside.

On the way here, Lao Miaozhu had already thought about many possibilities. In fact, he was somewhat uneasy in his heart. Hearing this kind of laughter at this moment, under the psychological effect, he just felt a little creepy.

The people in this room are probably bewitched far beyond imagination!

Lao Miaozhu hesitated, but after hesitating for a while, he still gritted his teeth and jumped over the fence.

Without calling anyone or knocking on the door, Lao Miaozhu sneaked to the door, then bent down and moved to the window, trying to see what was going on inside through the gap, but there were too many scrolls and his view was blocked.

"Hahahahahaha. I finally understand."

The man's laughter continued for a long time, and Lao Miao Zhu tightened his grip on the peach wood stick in his hand.

The old man's body was already a little hot from rushing on the road. At this moment, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and his body was shivering when he was blown by the cold outdoor wind.

"Bah~"

Lao Miaozhu spat, mustered up the courage to become serious, walked to the door with a peach wood staff in hand, and then slammed the door.

"Bang bang bang Shao Zhenshao, is Mr. Shao here?"

The sound outside the door made the interior painter's laughter instantly subside. He frowned and looked in the direction of the door. Who would come to visit him?
However, the artist still subconsciously put the black cloth back on the picture of the ghosts, adjusted his clothes, and prepared to open the door.

Of course, no matter how you arrange it, your hair is disheveled, and most of your hair is tied behind your back with a hair band. It may be exaggerated to say that your clothes are disheveled and unkempt, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, there is no image at all.

Yi Shuyuan was now face to face with Baigui Tu, but naturally he couldn't be afraid of this painting.

Although this painting is extremely special, in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the mystery has gradually been revealed, and it is not as weird and unpredictable as it was at the beginning.

"Squeak~"

The sound of the door opening sounded over there, followed by a loud shout.

"Look at the tricks—"

"Boom~"

Yi Shuyuan's heart jumped, and he looked towards the door with his spiritual sense. Compared with ghosts, human behavior is more difficult to guess.
At this moment, Lao Miao Zhu held a strong old peach wood staff and knocked the painter down.

The painter fell upright and was supported by Lao Miaozhu.

"It's strange, why didn't you respond?"

Lao Miaozhu looked at the rapidly swelling swelling on the painter's forehead, and then looked at the peach wood staff in his hand. He was a little confused and guilty for a moment.
(End of this chapter)