Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 324
Now through careful observation, Yi Shuyuan can confirm that although the hundreds of ghosts in this painting are different, that kind of evil is not the real evil spirit. Although it is definitely sensitive to external evil spirits, the essence is still different.

By analogy, some are like the temperaments intertwined by people at different stages due to personality, mood, fortune, etc., but the difference is that people can change and are easily affected.

Although the characteristics of the painting will also change, the basic aspect is more like a symbol left by the artist's imagination and writing. It is one of its own constituent elements, and it is difficult to be changed later.

If all the ghosts in the picture come out, many of them may become great evil spirits.

But to change the way of thinking, it is also a group of existences with extraordinary characteristics. If the guidance method is correct, it may not be able to become a good party.

The painter who mainly painted these paintings is a very pure person, especially when he painted the pictures of the ghosts, he did not have resentment or evil spirit in his heart, so the grotesqueness and evilness of the ghosts presented in his pen are also very pure picture features.

On the other hand, when painting the portrait of the real monarch, the painter does have a strong emotional tendency, and wants to be protected by the gods.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was standing in front of the picture of Hundred Ghosts, and the divine light on his body gradually became more conspicuous, and also appeared in front of the picture from a vague state.

Yi Shuyuan raised his golden arm and stretched out a finger to lightly touch the scroll.

There was a burst of golden light on the picture of Hundred Ghosts, and then the scroll turned upwards, slowly suspended, flew over the surrounding tree canopies, and faced the stars in the sky.

Yi Shuyuan stepped out of the sky to follow, and then the scroll followed the divine light and flew to the sky, to the surrounding mountains and forests, to the surrounding river leaks
"This is the aura of heaven and earth, moonlight and starlight. You can also be regarded as ghosts and ghosts in the painting. It's a pity that you can't see the magnificent mountains and rivers in daylight. Do you want to see it?"

There is silence on the scroll of Hundred Ghosts. In front of the Xian Sheng True Monarch, even though he is ignorant at first, the ghosts in the painting still have an instinctive fear, and he knows that what is standing outside must not be provoked.

But the atmosphere in this silence is also very active, and it is obvious that the painting is not peaceful.

At this time, Yi Shuyuan's disposition also has the influence of a sage and a true king in Wanmin's heart, with a divine majesty, but he is also tolerant as if he is discerning, seeing the silence of "playing dead" in the painting , couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahahaha."

"You will have a chance to come out!"

After the words were finished, Shen Guang flew back with the scroll, landed in front of the bonfire again, and landed on Shao Zhen's back box.

The scroll was refolded and automatically returned to the box, and everything returned to calm, except for the occasional "crackling" sound from the firewood in the campfire.

"Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao"

A hand shook Shao Zhen's arm, which woke up Shao Zhen who was resting on his knee.

"what?"

Shao Zhen looked around and then at the old Miao Zhu who was shaking him, and finally realized that he fell asleep during the vigil.

"Uh, haha, I understand that."

Lao Miaozhu shook his head.

"Mr. Shao is also a big-hearted person. I can sleep here. Fortunately, the fire is not extinguished. Go and rest."

Shao Zhen was a little embarrassed, so he could only get up and go to rest.

Lao Miaozhu watched Shao Zhen lay down on one side, and quickly fell asleep breathing evenly. He couldn't help but look at the back box that was close at hand. He felt uneasy when he looked at the Gabu, so he took another piece of thick firewood and pressed it on it. on the back box.

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help laughing while watching, this old Miaozhu is also a wonderful person.
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As the core of Dengzhou, Dengzhou City is undoubtedly the largest city in Dengzhou.

For people who are used to traveling all over the country, this is just the capital of Lingdong Province. But for the Zhou family who have been living within their own county since birth, this is an out-and-out journey. .

I spent two nights outside, the first night sleeping in the wild, and the second night staying in a village threshing ground less than forty miles away from Dengzhou City.

At noon on New Year's Eve, the group of mule carts finally arrived outside Dengzhou City.

However, the group only took a look at Dengzhou City, and did not plan to enter the city immediately. Their destination was naturally the temple known as the first temple of the Holy Lord.

It is a large temple by the Datong River outside the city that no one passing by can ignore.

The temple architecture is not very fancy and exaggerated, but there is a sense of thickness and solemnity with corners and corners, and there are pilgrims coming in and out there one after another.

"That's the Zhenjun Temple in Dengzhou. Legend has it that Xiansheng Zhenjun became a god there!"

Even Yi Shuyuan himself didn't know about this legend, but he obviously didn't care. By now, he had turned into a divine light and flown into the temple.

As Yi Shuyuan has been paying attention to during this period, the condition of the child in the backyard is much better than a few days ago. Although he is still bedridden, he has recovered his sanity.

At least swallowing medicine and food can be done autonomously, no need to be carefully served by others, and food is no longer completely liquid.

Mai Lingfei still comes to the temple every day. He needs to constantly use his innate qi to help the child recuperate his body. Although Chi Qinghu can leave, but in this case, he also chooses to stay. Master a lot of contact to understand.

However, these two people do not need to stay in the temple all the time. They spend most of their time outside, asking about the children's families and competing in martial arts from time to time.

At this moment, Chen Han had just finished feeding the child a bowl of porridge, and the child was still lying on the bed without much strength. He wanted to open his mouth to speak but couldn't make a sound, only the sound of "uh uh".

"Rest, don't be afraid, you'll be fine."

Chen Han's voice was as gentle as possible, which also gave the child a sense of peace of mind. He nodded and continued to lie down.

Now it is very difficult to get out of bed and walk, and I can't speak. The child is full of loneliness and hesitation, and from the conversation of the pilgrims passing by outside, it should be thirty years old today.

He was still looking forward to the New Year's Eve parents to cook something delicious.But I couldn't help but remember some bad words in my heart, and I felt infinite panic.

Some people in the village once gossiped that they had become a burden to their parents, and more than one person was talking behind their backs about asking their parents to give up and give birth to a healthy child, and not allow other children to play with him for fear of being infected with evil spirits.
There were two tears in the corners of the child's eyes unconsciously.

"Ugh"

Chen Han sighed lightly, and got up with a bowl and spoon. The child's voice was non-pathological, and it might be related to the ghost.

In addition, the child himself is illiterate, so it is still unclear where the child's home is, but Chen Han is not worried about this. She believes that since the true king has come, everything will be solved easily, and the evil behind it will not cause trouble.

At this moment, Chen Han suddenly seemed to have noticed something, hurried out of the room, and looked in the direction of the Fumo Hall.

"The child's parents have arrived outside the temple."

The sound was not loud but mighty, as if it was reverberating throughout the entire Zhenjun Temple.

It's the real king!
Chen Han was overjoyed, grabbed the bowl and rushed back into the house, and said to the child on the bed.

"Son, your parents will be here soon. I'll pick them up!"

The child was obviously stunned for a moment, and then looked towards the door all of a sudden, Chen Han could clearly perceive the look and anticipation gradually glowing in the depths of his eyes.

Such a rapid change of expression in the eyes of a mortal, to put it more exaggeratedly, is like the feeling of a dying person suddenly coming to life, which made Chen Han stunned for a moment.

"Wait at ease, I'll be back soon!"

Chen Han took the bowl and left in a hurry. It didn't take long before he arrived at the front yard of the temple, walked out of the steps of the temple gate, and glanced at the people entering the city and the pilgrims coming in and out. The approaching mule cart, and a group of four beside the cart.

Seeing a woman with outstanding temperament walking out of the gate of Zhenjun Temple, and some pilgrims around her respected her, it naturally attracted the attention of Lao Miaozhu and others.

What's more, the woman was obviously looking at them with a smile.

The mule cart soon arrived outside the temple, and the woman also walked towards him. Before the old Miaozhu could speak, the woman spoke first.

"My name is Chen Han, and I am the priest of the Zhenjun Temple. Presumably these two are the parents of the child, right? Your child is recuperating in the backyard. Although he is still very weak, his life is not in danger!"

"The child is here!" "Really here?"

The Zhou family and his wife were excited for a while, and Lao Miao Zhu and Shao Zhen on the side also looked surprised. They hadn't explained their purpose of coming yet.

"It's really here, everyone, please follow me!"

Chen Han's voice seemed to have a calming power, and it also calmed down the excited Zhou family.

The mule cart was tied to a stake outside the temple. Several people followed Chen Han into the temple. Pilgrims greeted them constantly along the way. A strong smell of incense and candles floated in the temple, but it was not offensive.

The main hall of the temple was facing the Datong River. When a group of people passed by, Shao Zhen and the others subconsciously looked into the hall.

That's the look!The eyes of the Holy Lord Fumo!

Shao Zhenxin was also a little excited, knowing that he could comprehend the mystery of the painting god, perhaps it was the gift of the real king!
But at this moment, Chen Han couldn't help but widen his eyes. After all, she is a monster of transformation. At this moment, she saw a divine light appearing above the statue, and the holy and true king came out step by step.

Even though there were many pilgrims around, even if Shao Zhen and others were by his side, Chen Han couldn't help but salute immediately.

Of course, in the eyes of others, this seemed to be Miaozhu's respect for the god statue, so Lao Miaozhu and others also saluted the god statue after seeing this. Although the Zhou family and his wife were anxious, they still bowed a lot.

"Don't be too polite, let's go and see that child together!"

Chen Han nodded without saying a word, straightened up and led the people to the backyard.

The old Miaozhu was puzzled. The way Miaozhu nodded just now seemed to be responding to something.

In the living room in the backyard, a group of people followed Chen Han into the house. Although the Zhou couple had been warned, they could not help but be excited when they entered the house and saw the child.

"Child—" "Child!"

"Mother is here, mother is here!"

The two rushed to the bed, but they didn't dare to touch too much. They just carefully stroked the cheek of the child on the bed. The latter was obviously very excited, and tears flowed out just like their parents.

At this moment, Chen Han stepped back slightly to one side, feeling a little surprised by Lao Miaozhu, who had been watching her all the time. Although he couldn't see it, he seemed to have a different feeling.

Out of sight of ordinary people, Yi Shuyuan was walking step by step, stretched out a hand and gradually spread it out, inside was a piece of paper and a ball of withered water plants.

Yi Shuyuan just blew lightly, and the water plants turned to dust. The shadows in them were blown back to the paper, and a faint white light flew towards the child on the bed.

"If you want to get a human voice, you need to practice by yourself. Just like a monster turning into a bone, you have to pay for the evil you have done."

At this moment, white light flew into the child's body.

It was also at this moment that the silent voice of the sobbing child suddenly made a sound.

"mother"

(End of this chapter)