Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 774 Map of the Divine Way of Conquering Demons

At the back gate of the Zhenjun Temple in the north outside Chengtianfu City, Yan Shouyun, who had also been missing for several days, finally appeared. His clothes were half wet, his backpack was hung around his neck, and he was carrying a person on his back.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang. Old Miao Zhu, open the door——"

Yan Shouyun patted the door, and after a while the door opened. In addition to the old Miao Zhu, there was also an older Shao Zhen.

As soon as the two of them saw what was going on outside, they hurriedly asked.

"Taoist Master Yan, where have you been these past few days?" "Taoist Master, I thought you left without saying goodbye!"

"Huh? Who are you carrying?"

"Hey, this seems to be it"

Lao Miao Zhu and Shao Zhen both looked shocked, and Yan Shouyun waved his hands quickly.

"Let's talk after we get in!"

"Evil?"

"Old abbot, please take good care of Mr. Xiao, Mr. Shao, please help me to truly complete the Shinto map!"

Although Shao Zhen could occasionally capture some of the Taoist's special looks some time ago, but today it was particularly dazzling. He did not respond immediately, but asked a question.

Yan Shouyun looked towards the old temple to wish.

Yan Shouyun roughly told the two of them what he knew, and they were considered absolutely reliable.

The old Miao Zhu on the side snorted coldly.

A moment later, in the Miao Zhu house in the backyard, Xiao Yu was lying on the bed, seemingly unaware of his life or death.

"Taoist Priest, what are you going to do?"

Yan Shouyun nodded and looked at Laomiao Zhu.

"The situation of Mr. Xiao is actually not that bad, but the situation in the court is not good. The evil spirit thinks that Mr. Xiao is dead, so he will definitely cause trouble. Time is running out and we can't wait any longer!"

The morning sun shone in the Zhenjun Temple. Shao Zhen wiped the sweat from Xiao Yuzhi's forehead with a towel soaked in water, and then put the towel on his head. Not long after, bursts of white smoke appeared on the towel.

"Huh, I've heard of the smoky atmosphere in the capital for a long time, but I didn't expect it to reach this point! But don't worry, this is the Temple of the True Lord, how can any monsters dare to run wild here!"

"Why did the Taoist priest paint?"

The good news is that Xiao Yuzhi is not a dead body without any breath, but has a weak breath. The bad news is that the breath is so weak that it can only be detected by touching the water and sniffing.

"Master Yan, Mr. Xiao is so hot. Is he going to die? We need to hire a doctor! How could Mr. Xiao be like this? He has so many injuries!"

"Is it safe here?"

Shao Zhen is not a person who has never seen the world, and he was suddenly shocked when he heard this.

"They were all injured by evil spirits, and there were so many of them, otherwise it would have been impossible to hurt the chief catcher."

Yan Shouyun didn't hide it either.

Lao Miao Zhu just frowned, while Shao Zhen on the other side stared at Yan Shouyun.

Yan Shouyun stood up from Xiao Yuzhi's bedside and looked at the haggard Shao Zhen.

"Painting gods to confuse reality, asking gods to determine the universe. Poor Taoists believe that evil cannot defeat good. It is not that there are no magicians in Chengtian Mansion who can fight against evil. I, Yan Shouyun, am one of them!"

It doesn't seem to say everything, but in fact it says everything.

"Okay, I haven't really painted in more than ten years. Even though my body can't help it, but you and I work together, we will definitely be able to paint something wonderful!"

Shao Zhen saw a kind of determination in Yan Shouyun's eyes, or a strong but pure desire to express himself. He could even see the real Shinto picture in his eyes, which was already completed in his mind before he even started to paint!

In Shao Zhen's opinion, this is a special condition for the beauty of painting. What's more, this Taoist Yan obviously wants to eliminate evil spirits for the people, the country, the country, and the essence of the country, and has the courage to maintain righteousness and turn the world around!
And sometimes a truly exquisite painting requires just this kind of courage!
"If you have this courage in your heart, it will turn into spirit when you put pen to paper! Let's go!"

Shao Zhen's voice changed from the usual feeling of weakness, and he directly pulled Yan Shouyun away. The skinny old man was now walking as fast as flying.

Yan Shouyun was shocked and could even feel a strong force coming from where Shao Zhen was holding his arm.

Also today, Yan Shouyun learned that although Shao Zhen seemed to be down and out, he always carried some treasures. It was a box that was kept for safekeeping at a pawn shop. He spent a few taels of silver to redeem it and then brought it back to Zhenjun Temple.

Inside the box are the treasures treasured by Shao Zhen, which are top-grade cinnabar, top-grade malachite, fine pearl powder, red flower and western grass crystal, purple rivet, red yellow... and top-grade scrolls!
They are all high-quality materials for painting, but today, a pair of old hands personally melted or ground them!
Yan Shouyun didn't talk nonsense. The two of them were still in the Demon-Conquering Hall of Zhenjun Temple, ignoring the comings and goings of pilgrims, ignoring the comments and exclamations around them, and selflessly poured their energy and energy into the painting. The two of them started painting at the same time and painted the upper and lower outlines together. There was a tacit understanding beyond ordinary people's understanding.

They spread out the scroll, instead of drawing a statue of a god on a piece of paper, they stretched the brush from a sitting or kneeling position to draw many gods on the spread scroll.

In the Demon-Conquering Hall, all the pilgrims fell into silence. Some even maintained order spontaneously. Some people opened their arms to keep some people away from them, for fear that others would disturb the two masters while they were painting.

On a piece of drawing paper that is half a person's height but longer in length, gods of different shapes appear on the paper. Some of the gods are wearing robes, some are wearing armor, some are lying on their sides, some are standing tall, and their bodies are colorful. It’s beautiful, with colorful clouds surrounding it.

But there is only one thing that makes the scroll a little disharmonious: none of the gods have full eyes.

A painting can take several months, or it can be painted very quickly. After just an hour, the painting is almost completed.

Shao Zhen's hand, which was very stable just now, began to tremble again, and this time he tried to stabilize his right hand with his left hand but failed.

"Ho-uh. Ho-ho."

Shao Zhen's breathing was like a broken bellows, and his body collapsed to the ground, while Yan Shouyun was also sweating profusely.

All the surrounding pilgrims were silent, as if there was a magical and oppressive atmosphere that forced them not to disturb them. They just stared at the two people painting and the scrolls spread out on the ground.
The pen in Shao Zhen's hand was as trembling as his arm. He looked at Yan Shouyun and spoke while breathing.

"Tao, Taoist Master. Only the finishing touch of the eyes is left. The essence lies in the finishing of the eyes. Once the divine way is complete, you will live."

As he spoke, Shao Zhen looked towards the Demon-Conquering Hall. The mural in the hall depicts the God of Tiangang and Earthly Evil. It is also the Hundred Ghosts he painted back then. This feeling has not been felt for many years.
Shao Zhen looked at Yan Shouyun, who was still unaffected at this moment, and then looked at the painting. Although Shao Zhen did not complete this painting alone, it was satisfying to him.

People can still make breakthroughs even at the end of the day, and they will have no regrets in this life!

Don't worry that Taoist Yan can't complete the Shinto diagram. Shao Zhen believes that he can, and he will definitely be able to!
Yan Shouyun held his breath and concentrated at this moment, eliminating all distracting thoughts. Even Shao Zhen's words seemed to be inaudible. What he held in his hand was not only a pen, but also a link with the gods and the righteousness of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the finishing touch seemed to fall from the sky, and the eyes of the gods lit up at the tip of the pen!

"Ho ho. Ho."

Yan Shouyun gasped violently. The Shinto map was finally completed, and it included not only the existing gods, but also mortals like Xiao Yuzhi and Tan Yuanshang.

Hearing no response, Yan Shouyun looked at the old man aside.

"Mr. Shao. Shinto Diagram, Completed"

Yan Shouyun paused as he spoke. Shao Zhen, a master of painting and known as the Magic Master, had no breath at this moment. He froze on the spot for a long time. He seemed to vaguely see ghosts and gods in front of the door, and saw a vague old man standing there.

There were heated discussions among the pilgrims all around. Some people wanted to gather around them excitedly, while others were trying their best to maintain order and keep the crowd away from the scroll and the painter.

The amount of some gold and silver was reported from many people. A truly wonderful painting can be seen at a glance, and you can see the wonder and be moved. Even if you don't know who painted it, the increase in gold and silver is still very large. exaggerate.

"I will pay one thousand taels -" "I will pay one thousand five hundred taels -"

"Sir, sell me, gentlemen -"

Shao Zhen was lying next to him as if he was asleep. Yan Shouyun took a deep breath, reached out to take the pen that Shao Zhen was holding until his death, and then used his pen to write words on the top of the scroll.

Someone else couldn't help but read it:
"Conquer the Demon. God. Tao. Picture!"

After finishing writing, Yan Shouyun found Shao Zhen's seal from his box, and then printed it heavily on the scroll with a sigh of relief.

When they saw the word "Shao Zhen" on the seal, many people who knew about it were shocked, and some couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Shao Zhen, the strange master, could it be that this old gentleman is a painting sage!"

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong, it's authentic, it's definitely authentic!"

"I'll give you five hundred taels of gold—" "I'm willing to exchange it for a big house in the capital!"

The crowd burst into exclamations, but Yan Shouyun stood up. Others were in awe of him, because he was painting with Shao Zhen, and he was probably a master of painting, and he was probably a direct disciple of the painting saint.

But many people finally gradually realized something, and finally someone found Shao Zhen lying there motionless.

Lao Miao Zhu squeezed into the crowd and sighed when he looked at Shao Zhen. At this moment, Yan Shouyun had already rolled up the scroll, as if he was not afraid of damaging the painting if the ink was not dry.

"Old Miao Zhu, take care of the old gentleman for me, I'm just a poor man!"

After saying this, Yan Shouyun pushed his way through the crowd and headed outside. The crowd became excited, some were looking at Shao Zhen's situation, and some were chasing him and clamoring to buy paintings.

The True Lord lowered his eyes in the Demon-Futing Palace. The crowding and noise in the True Lord's Temple and Yan Shouyun's resolutely leaving figure seemed to be a picture scroll!
(End of this chapter)