Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 323
"But let me go back to the house and get ready. The old man, please come in and drink a bowl of water."

"That's natural. Dengzhou City is a long way away after all!"

Lao Miaozhu said that he followed Shao Zhen into the courtyard, but there was no hot water. After all, Shao Zhen had only just woken up. Ordinary people would not have tea buckets like teahouses and restaurants. They had to wait for the stove to light up to boil water before drinking hot water.

A bowl of cold water and a handful of crispy rice left over from yesterday were what Shao Zhen entertained Lao Miaozhu, but the latter didn't dislike it and ate it with relish.

Lao Miaozhu was looking for a staff with a peach tree under his armpit, and he was eating with a crispy rice in his hand. Shao Zhen was packing up his things, so he just looked around in the room.

"Crack creak creak creak."

The crispy rice crust was chewed in Lao Miaozhu's mouth. Lao Miaozhu was not young, but his teeth were very good.

"I said Mr. Shao, isn't it good to keep this painting here?"

Lao Miaozhu was standing in front of the statue of Xiansheng Zhenjun holding a rice cake, and the painting he was talking about was naturally the picture of the hundred ghosts behind it.

Of course Shao Zhen understood what the old man meant, and he also knew that the old man had some special skills, so he answered while folding the clothes and putting them in the back box.

"That's right. I'm going to take this painting along with the statue of Zhenjun and take it to Dengzhou Zhenjun Temple."

Lao Miaozhu nodded in satisfaction.

"That's good!"

If you take it to the Zhenjun Temple, it will be different from just a portrait of Zhenjun. Even if there is really something terrible hidden in the picture of the ghosts, but in the Zhenjun Temple, you lie down for me if it is a dragon. !It's a tiger, you lie on my stomach!

The first temple in Lingdong of the Demon-Suppressing Saint is definitely watched by the True Lord.

After Shao Zhen packed up his things, he and Lao Miaozhu rolled up the scrolls hanging on the wall, and wrapped them with black cloths that showed the sage and true king, and all the preparations were done.

At noon, Lao Miaozhu and Shao Zhen met Zhou's family at the gate of the county seat.

It was a farmer and a village woman who were the parents of the child. They brought a mule cart to the county town to sell some accumulated mountain and local goods, which could be used as a way to go to Dengzhou.

Outside the city gate, Lao Miaozhu introduced Shao Zhen to Zhou's couple.

"This is Mr. Shao Zhenshao. He is a scribe who is good at painting. He has traveled all over the world. He is a man of great ability. He happened to go to Dengzhou with us this time. It is good to have someone to take care of you. He will also help you. .”

"Oh, Mr. Shao!" "Hello, Mr. Shao."

The two couples bowed to Shao Zhen together, Shao Zhen felt guilty, and quickly bowed to salute.

"Shao is so polite. Don't worry, you two. I've also heard about your children. If Shao can help, I will try my best to help!"

It wasn't that Shao Zhen wanted to hide something on purpose, but that Lao Miaozhu had told him that if you let the couple know about the problems that might be caused by you indirectly, then don't look at the honesty of the peasants, it might just be punching, kicking, scratching the face and tearing the skin apart!

So the most suitable time is when the child finds it and is fine, and then sells the painting and pays a good amount, then we can talk about it.

However, Lao Miaozhu didn't hold much hope for how much Shao Zhen's paintings could sell.

It is true that Shao Zhen's paintings are indeed very good, and Lao Miaozhu is even more knowledgeable than ordinary people, but so what?
Has anyone heard of the name of the painter Shao Zhen?
It is precisely because the old temple wishes are too thorough, so there is no hope. There are many famous people in history who were poor during their lifetime and left books after their death to be sought after.

However, these old temple wishes also did not tell Shao Zhen.

But Shao Zhen is not a pedantic scholar, he has traveled all over the world with a painting box on his back, and has traveled to many countries, so he naturally knows some things, so he refrains from revealing more things at this moment, so as not to cause uneasiness along the way.

"Okay, okay, it's already noon, there's no need to delay, we're going to Dengzhou now, and we should be able to arrive before midnight on New Year's Eve."

Lao Miao Zhu came over to interrupt the greetings, and took the initiative to lead the mule cart. The cart happened to be led together. Maybe the child could sit on it when he came back. If Shao Zhen, a scholar, couldn't catch up, he could also sit on it, and there were still people on the cart. Some leftover mountain products can be eaten on the road.

"Alas!" "Okay, it all depends on Uncle Qi Gui's arrangement!"

"Uncle Luo, we listen to you!"

Lao Miaozhu has obviously become the backbone of the Zhou family and his wife, and the old man can't help but sigh. He had a good relationship with Zhou's seniors back then.

Along the way, the Zhou family and his wife were a little taciturn. It was not until they walked for more than an hour that they gradually became acquainted with Shao Zhen, who had taken the initiative to talk to him many times.

Including whether there are difficulties at home, the harvest of the fields, and the status of family members, etc.

During the successive disasters in Lingdong, all the elders of the Zhou family had passed away, and there was only one child in the family, which was the hope of the family.

"I just hope that the child can be found, and I hope he is safe and healthy, alas." The noise of the wheel shaft followed the crowd moving forward. After Zhou's family finished talking about the child, they seemed a little depressed. After all, the child was in a very bad condition before he disappeared. .

Shao Zhen tightened the bags on his suitcase and expressed relief.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou, your child will be fine, he must be in Zhenjun Temple"

"Hey, Mr. Shao Zhen really beat me up."

The Zhou family man is a farmer in his 30s. He can feel that Mr. Shao cares about them, so the distance will naturally be shortened and he will talk more.

On the official road in the cold winter months, there are hardly any other pedestrians. It will be thirty soon, and those who should go home have already returned, and it is still so cold.

The sky gradually darkened, and it took most of the day to walk seventy or eighty miles, which is not a slow move.

"Let's go to the forest ahead and make do with it tonight."

Lao Miaozhu considered all the itinerary properly, they did not choose to live in the passing post, and it will not rain tonight, so they save money and sleep in the wild.

On a soil slope in a roadside forest, a bonfire is lit, and the tarpaulin on the mule cart is covered. It will not be a big problem for one night, as long as the fire does not go out in the middle of the night, and the residual temperature of the charcoal fire can be maintained until dawn. .

Dinner was nothing more than baking a few steamed buns and drinking some water, and everyone who was tired was ready to rest.

In the evening, except for Shao Zhen, the other three all slept, and in the second half of the night, Lao Miao Zhu came to replace him.

There was no wind or rain tonight, as if God was taking care of them. Shao Zhen sat in front of the campfire with his back on the slope, staring at the flames in a daze.

Then he couldn't help but look at the back box next to him.

In fact, it is not convenient to fold the picture scroll, but he folded it anyway, otherwise it would not fit into the bookcase.

Now that I have left the house at home, in this starry night in the wilderness, the things in the back box are not static, and I can vaguely feel that all the ghosts in the painting are not at peace.

Out of Shao Zhen's sight, a leg stepped out of the back box, followed by an arm and body quickly appeared, it was the true sage who stepped out of the canvas.

Yi Shuyuan looked at Shao Zhen who was in a daze, and then looked inside the book box. In fact, not all the ghosts in the painting really exist. Each has its own aura but not its own self. Ghosting is already a special case.

But now the aura of the wild is flowing into the painting, and the moonlight and stars are hanging down, making various self-feelings vaguely appear in the painting.

Some of them are spiritually strong, and even a little eager to try, but they are only afraid of the gods, but this is more like an instinct, and they haven't suffered much yet.

Yi Shuyuan believed that if he hadn't been here, maybe the ghosts in the painting would have come out, and they might not have escaped, but this feeling of coming to the outside world made the existence in the painting very eager.

"Humph!"

With a soft snort, Yi Shuyuan waved his arm lightly, and Shao Zhen dozed off on one side and gradually fell asleep.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan had a thought, and the picture scroll in the bookcase floated out, and then unfolded in mid-air, the pattern on it remained unchanged, but except for the figure in the center, many of the other ghosts seemed to be looking out, while They also couldn't see Yi Shuyuan.

After a long time, a vague arm stretched out from the scroll, and the blurred feeling of the arm seemed to have weakened when it came into contact with the spiritual energy and moonlight and starlight from the outside world.

But the arm quickly retracted.

About another quarter of an hour passed, and a figure suddenly stepped out of the painting.

This is a man in a blue robe, with long hair and a crown, neat clothes, and a relatively thin face. He looks very human, and in the picture of the ghosts, one pattern is missing at this moment.

The man looked at his hands and feet curiously, stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, and then looked at Shao Zhen, who was sleeping beside the campfire with his knees in his arms.

Taking two steps, the man approached Shao Zhen, took a step back after thinking for a while, bowed to him, and saluted respectfully.

"Hey, how does it feel to be out?"

When Yi Shuyuan's voice sounded, the man's face suddenly showed shock, he looked around in a panic but found nothing, but suddenly, there seemed to be a golden light not far away, a vague but somewhat familiar figure stood That, gave the man a terrible sense of oppression.

No sound came out, and the man rushed back into the painting all at once.

The corner of Yi Shu Yuan Shen's mouth slightly raised, and he walked to the scroll and found the man just now with just one glance. The man was next to the faceless ghost in the center, with long sleeves fluttering like an immortal.

The closer to the center of the Hundred Ghosts Diagram, the more human-like the ghosts are, but their "characteristics" are stronger than those of grotesque ghosts.
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PS: Damn, there used to be a good guy in the game group, who quarreled with us about the nuclear pollution of water for a long time, and it was almost forgotten!
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