Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 320
A person who is seriously possessed by evil spirits will not react like this when he comes into contact with the old peach stick.

It was also fortunate that Lao Miaozhu was very old but strong, and quickly supported the painter before he fell to the ground. If it made the back of his head hit the ground, it might not be a matter of both front and back.

"Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao?"

Lao Miaozhu shook the painter slightly, his face somewhat flustered, the force of the stick just now was not small.

However, after checking his breath and pulse, and reassuring Lao Miaozhu, he was still relatively stable.

After hesitating for a while, Lao Miaozhu left the painter at the door first, and then looked into the room vigilantly with a mahogany staff in his hand. Now that the situation is unknown, it is not the time to take care of the painter immediately.

Lao Miaozhu grabbed the mahogany stick and tapped the unconscious painter's head and shoulders three times.

In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the fire in the painter's body immediately became fierce, and then Lao Miaozhu bowed halfway, and walked cautiously into this extremely dangerous place in his heart.

For ordinary people, this house is undoubtedly very big.

Entering the house, all you can see in the old temple are paintings, hanging on the wall, hanging on bamboo poles, hanging on the line
These paintings block the line of sight very much, and the styles of each painting are very different, and the various contents on the paintings often attract people's attention involuntarily.

The more this is the case, the more dangerous and weird the old temple is. Those landscape paintings are okay, especially those with figures, which make him feel a little nervous.

Because these paintings are so good, many of them look like ghosts and gods, and they seem to be watching the old temple like an illusion.

A gust of cold wind came out from the outside, and the paintings shook slightly, making it even more weird, and it also made Lao Miaozhu's hand holding the mahogany stick extraordinarily hard.

"Cha la la la."

The old wooden floor under his feet groaned, which also made the sweat on Lao Miaozhu's forehead that hadn't dried even more.

Apparently, this old man also had some experience in the world. He didn't go straight to the center of the room and wander around, but walked cautiously against the wall, and even checked the relatively small bedroom.

Finally, after a tense search, a piece of black cloth on the wall was finally found in the old temple, and the lifelike statue of the true emperor was seen.

Yi Shuyuan was among the statues in the black cloth. He looked at the old man in front of him with some humor. He could imagine the rich inner activities of this old temple minister, but such a person would indeed be respected by the villagers.

This is also the reason why the government does not absolutely prohibit prostitution and wild temples in the countryside. In theory, it violates the law, but in essence it is quite tolerant, because there are reasons for its existence, and it is difficult to control it. Adult education is another matter.

Just seeing the statue of the god, Lao Miaozhu relaxed a lot unconsciously.

"It turns out that there is a real king who protects you"

Lao Miaozhu such a person has some skills in himself, and he has seen a lot of things in the world at a very old age.

The moment he saw the statue, Lao Miaozhu understood that this statue had been consecrated, and it was by no means as simple as consecration in the general sense!
There is only one portrait, but the majesty of the deity on it is not even inferior to that of some statues in the temple of the Great True Lord. It is definitely not an exaggeration to say that the True Lord protects him.

With such a statue of the Demon-Suppressing Saint here, it’s no wonder that there is no evil feeling in the circle!
But this time, Lao Miaozhu secretly thought it was not good.

"Oops!"

Lao Miaozhu hurried to the door of the house, looked at the painter who had a bigger swelling on his forehead, took his arm and dragged him into the house.

If people outside saw this appearance, they would think it was a crime scene.

After dragging the painter into the house, Lao Miaozhu went to close the door again to keep out the cold wind.

Just now, Lao Miaozhu was carefully checking the room, not missing any corners, paying full attention to it with 12 yuan of care, so it naturally took a long time.

The painter who just woke up not long ago was not wearing too thick clothes, and the cold wind blew at the door for a long time, and he was almost frozen.

Because he had figured out the layout of the room just now, Lao Miaozhu dragged the painter to the bedroom, then helped him up and put him on the bed, and then covered him with a quilt. After all this, he was already sweating.

It's a cold day, and when it cools down, the clothes on my body probably won't keep me warm, at least I have to wait for the sweat to dry before I can go on my way in the wind and snow.

Looking at the painter on the bed, Lao Miaozhu couldn't help shaking his head.

"You look like this, suddenly appearing at the door, it looks like you have been bewitched."

Indeed, the painter looked like this, with disheveled hair and crazy looks, he didn't look like a normal person, and Lao Miaozhu looked nervous, so it was understandable to overreact.

"But where is the source of that evil thing?"

Lao Miaozhu frowned and looked outside the bedroom, then turned to look at the unconscious painter. Maybe he had to wait for the man to wake up.

Just thinking of this, Lao Miaozhu's heart suddenly moved, he looked in the direction of the portrait of the True Lord, and couldn't help but stand up.

Quickly coming to the portrait of Zhenjun again, Laomiao Zhu first held a mahogany staff and saluted respectfully to the god in the portrait, then hesitated for a moment, thinking about his sin in his heart, and then carefully untied a corner of the black cloth.

At this moment, Lao Miaozhu's heart beat violently, and his eyes widened.

really!

The roots are here!

It's no wonder that there is no evil feeling, it turned out to be suppressed by the Lord Fumo.

The picture scroll behind the black cloth looked too strange. Lao Miaozhu did not dare to completely lift the black cloth for fear that it would affect the suppression effect. He only dared to look at a small piece, but it was enough, enough for him to find that the piece was torn. A corner dropped.

Seeing Lao Miaozhu's cautious look, Yi Shuyuan knew that he would never move around casually.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan walked out of the painting with a divine body, and came to the painter's bed step by step, looking at the person on the bed calmly, with a meaningful expression on his face.

Let’s meet you first.

Thoughts fall, Shinto revives dreams
Shao Zhen felt dizzy. In his dream, he kept drawing at his desk with a brush, but he just couldn't draw what he wanted.

The more he thought hard and failed, the more headache Shao Zhen felt.
"Ah, how can I draw it. Divine power, ghost image, human form."

Shao Zhen couldn't help covering his forehead and let him rub it, but the pain didn't subside.

"Didn't you already draw Kamui?"

The voice was indistinct, as if it was outside and it seemed to be ringing from my heart.

Draw it?

Shao Zhen was stunned for a moment, as if a memory suddenly emerged at this moment. He remembered the bright eyes he had seen before when he saw the statue of the Xian Sheng Zhenjun, and he thought of the happiness he had felt before.

"Yes, yes, I have already drawn it. Although I don't know how to draw it, I already understand it, hahahahaha, yes!"

Shao Zhen laughed again in his dream, and the previous haze was swept away, and even the weather in the dream changed from cloudy to sunny.

Originally, the surroundings were hazy and seemed to be indoors, but now they are beside the osmanthus trees in the outdoor courtyard, where the sun is shining and the wind is blowing.

"The charm of the gods gives birth to the power of the gods, and the finishing touch of the gods comes naturally!"

At this moment, there is already a blank piece of paper on Shao Zhen's case, but the paintbrush in his hand is moving quickly on the paper, and the time in the dream seems to be as long as the snap of fingers, and a lifelike portrait of the holy and true king appears on the paper .

Recalling the previous feelings and nurturing the charm in his heart, Shao Zhen closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then dropped the paintbrush in his hand again, and put eyes in the eye sockets of the statue.

As the painting of the Divine Eye was completed, the portrait of the True Lord on the table seemed to have golden eyes shining slightly, which also made Shao Zhen surprised and happy.

"Shao Zhen, are you calling me?"

The Xian Sheng Zhenjun in the portrait actually spoke, which made Shao Zhen couldn't help but take a step back, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to more fright.

"Really, Zhenjun, have you spoken?"

The portrait floated upright from the table. The statue on it began to emit a burst of golden light from its eyes and eyebrows. Wherever the golden light passed, the clothes, armor, ribbons, and long hair were visible.
Everything becomes real.

Just a few breaths later, the lifelike statue of the holy and true monarch on the portrait has turned into a real god exuding bursts of divine light, and walked out of the painting!
"Shao Zhen, why are you calling me?"

One of Yi Shuyuan's personal interests is that he was obviously looking for Shao Zhen, but at this moment he asked in such a serious tone. Sometimes this can create strange sparks.

Looking at the god in front of him, he was wearing golden boots with flowing clouds, he was wearing golden scale armor with a silver background, and he was wearing a crown of taixu soaring to the sky. !

Shao Zhen was so nervous that he couldn't speak, it took him a while to react, and he bowed quickly to pay his respects.

"Honorable Lord Fumo, please be respected by Shao Zhenyi. Thank you for your protection. I don't know that you have offended me by coming here. I hope you will forgive me!"

"I don't know if I'm here?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice carried a heavy ethereal inspiration, as well as a hint of a detectable smile.

"Why did you say that? It's clear that you painted me and summoned me. Shao Zhen, you called me here, why?"

Shao Zhen was very nervous and excited. Although it may offend the gods, it is also the ultimate affirmation of his own painting. Painting gods looks like gods and gods come naturally!

"Shao didn't dare to lie in front of the Holy Lord. It was really because of what he understood in his heart that he couldn't help but draw the statue of the god. I have great respect for you, True Lord, and I really don't dare to blaspheme. If I have offended you, please forgive me!"

Nervous and apprehensive, Shao Zhen raised his head to look at the majestic and majestic Emperor Xiansheng, and saw that there was no anger in his expression, but a thoughtful expression on his face.

"True Monarch, I have traveled all over the world to search for countries, studied painting skills hard, and painted some proud works. Now that I am returning to my hometown, I want to break through myself and enter the holy realm of painting. I also hope that the True Monarch will protect me and prevent evil spirits from invading me! "

Shao Zhen finally thought of what to say and said it out in one breath. For the people of Lingdong, what could be more reassuring than the protection of the True Lord Xiansheng?
Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"You also know that some of your paintings are a bit evil?"

Shao's heart skipped a beat, of course he knew, of course he was clear, but sometimes he would deceive himself, and sometimes he would be excited because of it, and now hearing the words of Xiansheng Zhenjun, it was even more profound!
(End of this chapter)