People are among the Eight Immortals, starting from Painted Skin Ghost

Chapter 108 Mysterious life is hard to find, and the second help of the God of Fortune is Han Xiangzi!

"This is the "Picture After the Rain in Nanji" written by our ancestors. It has been handed down for almost two hundred years."

In Master Qiao's opinion, the painting handed down by his ancestors is extraordinary.

Even Han Xiangzi, an extraterrestrial expert like him, could not avoid being vulgar, and he was also impressed by him.

"Then who is the woman in this painting?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi said, then pointed to the beautiful woman in the painting and asked.

To this, Master Qiao replied:
"This woman is a fairy."

"When my ancestors visited Nanji Mountain, there was a heavy rain on the way. When they hid in a thatched hut to avoid the rain, they saw that the rain was majestic, and the mist was so interesting that they waved their hands and drew this work."

"After the painting is completed, it will be born with auspicious clouds and the light of auspicious mist, and there will be a fairy standing on the clouds, smiling with the ancestors."

"Han Daochang, this matter is not a legend, but a fact. Now Daizhou Chronicle has recorded the matter of our ancestors."

Han Xiangzi is a cultivator of the Tao, and he has seen the fairy family himself, so he has no doubts about the existence of immortals and Buddhas in the world.

However, he still had some doubts about whether the woman the ancestors of the Qiao family saw was a fairy or not.

After all, Nanji Mountain has not yet entered the list of the blessed land of cave heaven.

Not very famous per se.

Even if there is an occasional strange scene, it is also the favorite of heaven and earth.

If you want to meet a fairy here, the chances are really pitifully small.

But in any case, the painting "After the Rain in Nanji" by the ancestors of the Qiao family is indeed a rare and top-notch painting.

Therefore, Han Xiangzi did not hesitate to praise:
"The ancestors of the Qiao family did have the ability to produce flowers with wonderful brushwork, which is enviable."

Immediately, he frowned, and mentioned something to Master Qiao:
"However, such a treasure should be kept in a safe place. Isn't it a bit ostentatious to display it in the hall?"

After the words fell, Master Qiao laughed:
"Han Daoist is too worried."

"As far as I can remember, this painting has been hanging here. It has not been stolen for many years, and it is not stained with dust. It is probably protected by the ancestors and has a little spiritual energy."

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi was taken aback.

Once again, he stared at the "Picture of Nanji after the Rain" carefully, and secretly looked at it with his eyes, but it was a pity that there was nothing unusual about the painting, it was ordinary.

"It seems that this painting is really extraordinary."

Han Xiangzi could only sigh like this.

He also talked with Master Qiao and Mrs. Qiao about a cup of tea.

After a while, Qiao Shen led Han Xiangzi down to rest.

……

Twilight.

Qiao Chang walked out of the painting studio, and Qiao Laoye and Qiao Laofu could not help but greet him and said:

"Cha'er, there are guests at home, and I want to visit your Qinfang Pavilion, what do you think?"

Say it.

Qiao Chang's face was slightly startled, and then he said:
"Admiring flowers is natural, don't just fold them."

"Chang'er, don't worry."

Seeing that Qiao Chang agreed, Master Qiao immediately promised with a smile.

So Master Qiao found Qiao Shen and asked him to inform Daoist Han.

Knowing that Qiao Yan allowed him to go to Qinfang Pavilion, Han Xiangzi no longer wanted to sneak there.

But when he left, Qiao Shen reminded him again and again not to pick the flowers.

Han Xiangzi naturally kept this in mind.

At night, Han Xiangzi did not rest in the room, but went to Qinfang Pavilion alone to find out Heyin's whereabouts.

This Qinfang Pavilion has towering mountains and rocks and flowing fine water.

Han Xiangzi strolled in it, and as far as he could see, there were green vines climbing the mountain, vines and vines wrapped around the corridor, and there were four pavilions, with fragrant grass, fragrant orchids, flowers and brocades, red and green dancing.

This place is not much better than Baihua Peak in Qingyun Temple.

at the same time.

Han Xiangzi's spiritual thoughts slowly enveloped the entire Qinfang Pavilion, sweeping across the flowers, plants and trees one by one.

However, in the end, Han Xiangzi was disappointed.

In a lap, there is nothing wrong with it.

He didn't catch a breath fluctuation at all here.

This shows that Heyin is not here.

"Where is she?"

Looking at the spring scenery in the garden, Han Xiangzi felt a little lost.

In desperation, he could only go back and make plans early.

……

Early the next morning.

While Han Xiangzi was still meditating with his eyes closed, there was a knock on the door:
"Han Daoist, breakfast is here!"

It was Qiao Shen who stood outside the door and shouted.

Soon there was a squeak, and the door opened with Han Xiangzi's casual flick.

Immediately afterwards, Qiao Shen walked in with breakfast:

"Han Daoist, hurry up and eat."

"Later, the second son will greet the master and his wife. The master has ordered in advance, and Daoist Han please watch from behind the screen."

"Behind the screen?"

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi frowned slightly.

Shouldn't he be aboveboard when he saw Qiao Chang?

Why behind the screen?

"Han Daochang, you don't know something, because the younger one has invited too many monks and priests before, the second son is already a little disgusted, he is afraid that he will turn his head and leave when he sees Han Daochang's outfit."

Qiao Shen explained with a crying face.

"Then allow Pindao to change into another outfit."

Han Xiangzi understood in his heart, and the next moment the light on his body changed, and the original Taoist robe directly turned into a scarlet blue costume.

This time, Qiao Shen was stunned.

Right now, Han Xiangzi, who is not a Taoist priest, is clearly a scholar with a face like a crown of jade.

"You tell your master that the poor man is from Chang'an, and that my brother and your eldest son are classmates and friends. They are visiting Daizhou these few days and they want to live in the mansion."

Han Xiangzi thought of an excuse and told Qiao Shen.

"Okay!"

Qiao Shen readily agreed.

After speaking, he turned and left.

After Han Xiangzi finished his breakfast, he tidied up a bit and went to the lobby.

When he came to the hall, he saw the second young master Qiao.

This Qiao Chang has a good appearance, maybe because of growing flowers all the year round, he has an elegant temperament.

"Nephew Han Xian is here, please sit down!"

the other side.

Master Qiao's eyes lit up when he saw that Han Xiangzi had changed into Yuan clothes.

Thinking about Qiao Shen's bringing flowers earlier, he changed his wording and said enthusiastically.

"Thank you Uncle Joe."

Han Xiangzi bowed slightly and sat calmly aside.

"Chang'er, this is the younger brother of your elder brother's former classmate and friend. He has come to Daizhou for a visit these days, and he wants to stay at our house for a few days. You should say hello to him."

Master Qiao smiled at Qiao Chang.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Chang turned around and said hello to Han Xiangzi:

"I met Brother Han."

"Brother Qiao, you are too polite. I hope you will forgive me if I come to your residence to disturb you."

As soon as he came here, Han Xiangzi had already opened his eyes in secret. He was looking at Qiao Chang at this moment, and at the same time he replied calmly.

Under Han Xiangzi's eyes, he found that Qiao Yan's three souls and seven souls were all there, and there was nothing abnormal.

Just when Han Xiangzi was about to restrain his Fayan, he suddenly felt a shock in his heart, and found that there was an imbalance of yin and yang in Qiao Yan's body.

Man has three souls, one is the soul of heaven, the other is the soul of earth, and the third is the soul of fate.

There are also seven souls, one soul is heavenly, two souls are spiritual, three souls are energy, four souls are power, five souls are the center, six souls are essence, and seven souls are heroes.

The soul of life in the human body is most closely connected with the central soul, so the central soul is also called the soul of life.

Inside the human body, the heavenly Yin of the two souls of Linghui and Linghui interact with the Yang of the two souls of the elite to produce the tangible power of the human soul.

Now, Han Xiangzi is clearly aware that Dao Na Qiao Chang's body seems to be full of essence and soul, and the only heroic soul is the main one, and the yang energy is too weak, which leads to the strong yin energy.

And in his soul, there is still a trace of soul.

I don't know whose?
However, when Han Xiangzi wanted to perceive again.

Qiao Chang's body shook suddenly, as if he had sensed Han Xiangzi's spying, and then his face froze, and he stared directly at Han Xiangzi.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

After a while, Qiao Chang left first on the pretext of going to the painting studio.

After he left, Master Qiao and Mrs. Qiao hurriedly asked Han Xiangzi:

"Han Daochang, how is the dog?"

"It's indeed a bit evil. Among his seven souls, the heroic soul has been damaged, and there is another soul thought of other people in his life soul."

Han Xiangzi said solemnly.

Seeing that what Han Xiangzi said was vague and involved the soul, Master Qiao and Mrs. Qiao couldn't help but look anxious and anxious after hearing it:
"Han Daochang, what you said, is it harmful to the dog's life?"

"No harm."

Han Xiangzi shook his head.

Knowing that Qiao Yan was not in danger of life, Master Qiao and Mrs. Qiao were relieved.

"But if things go on like this, once the son's situation worsens, I'm afraid his lifespan will decline and he will gradually become someone else's puppet."

Han Xiangzi's tone suddenly became more serious.

"so what should I do now?"

Master Qiao asked tremblingly.

"You only need to find out who that ray of soul thought came from, and your son can recover."

Daoist Han pondered.

"Then Daoist Han please quickly find out who is behind the scenes."

Mrs. Qiao looked pleading.

"Don't worry, both of you, Pindao has his own measure."

Seeing this, Han Xiangzi hurriedly expressed relief.

Now, the most urgent task is to find out the original body of that wisp of soul.

But Han Xiangzi didn't even know where Heyin was, so it was really difficult to find her.

But since Master Fude said Heyin and didn't leave Daizhou, she must still be in the city.

With this in mind, Han Xiangzi had no choice but to leave Qiao's mansion again and search around.

However, he searched hard in the city for several days, but still found nothing.

That Heyin didn't seem to use the technique of borrowing flowers to hide his soul.

After searching for nothing, Han Xiangzi had no choice but to give up looking for Heyin.

It was night, when Han Xiangzi returned to the house, Si sat aside.

He began to carefully calculate the ins and outs of He Yin's matter, trying to figure out some clues from it.

at the same time.

In the past few days, he also asked Qiao Shen to keep track of his young master.

It's a pity that this Qiao Chang seems to be able to bear his temper, and everything is as usual.

Most of the time every day, I stay in the painting studio.

"Second Young Master's paintings are really getting better and better!"

"Today's painting seeker, one of Mr. Jing Xuan's apprentices said that the young master's paintings are about to catch up with that Mr. Jing Xuan's."

"That's right, who told the ancestors of our Qiao's mansion to produce a master-level painter!"

"..."

When Han Xiangzi was thinking in the room, he suddenly heard the conversation of the passing servants.

While thinking about it, a golden light flashed in his mind, thinking of a person.

That person is Qiao Zhaoxi, the ancestor of the Qiao family!

This is where Qiao Chang's anomaly lies.

The level of his paintings has greatly increased, catching up with contemporary masters.

And painting once a day is said to be the habit of the ancestors of the Qiao family.

When thinking of Qiao Zhaoxi, his "Picture of Nanji after the Rain" cannot be ignored.

For some reason, Han Xiangzi recalled the fairy in the painting when he thought of "The Picture of Nanji After the Rain".

"Back then, when Qiao Zhaoxi visited Nanji Mountain, who was that fairy they saw?"

"Is it really a passing fairy family, or was it transformed by a demon?"

Han Xiangzi kept guessing in his mind.

It is really difficult to understand this question.

This has happened almost 200 years ago.

Qiao Zhaoxi has passed away, and the witnesses of those years no longer exist, it is really difficult to study.

In order to find out the true and false, Han Xiangzi has only one way to go, and that is to ask the local land and the city god.

thought here.

Han Xiangzi disappeared into the room immediately.

When he appeared again, he was already in the Earth Temple.

Now, it is late at night.

The temple wishes to sleep, and no one worships.

Han Xiangzi looked at the statue in the temple, and said directly:
"Master Fude, the poor are here to bother you again."

The words fell short.

On the statue of the god, a golden light ignited,

The golden light became brighter and brighter, and finally turned into an old man with a pale face and a red face.

"I've seen Mr. Ford."

Seeing the real body of the land father manifested, Han Xiangzi did not dare to neglect, and immediately saluted.

"Xiao Daoist, there is no need to be formal."

"Visiting late at night must be something urgent."

The father-in-law of the land held a cane and smiled kindly.

"I encountered a troublesome matter and wanted to ask Lord Ford for advice."

"Pindao would like to know, how long has Lord Fude held this land?"

Han Xiangzi nodded and asked.

"It's been three hundred years."

The land father blurted out.

Three hundred spring and autumn, that is three hundred years old.

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi breathed a sigh of relief.

I knew I was asking the right person.

At the moment, he said bluntly:
"Master Ford, do you know that Qiao Zhaoxi, the ancestor of the Qiao family?"

"Of course I know that this Qiao Zhaoxi is a master of Danqing. He didn't reincarnate after his death, but became a judge with the City God of Jizhou."

The land is fair.

"Back then, when Qiao Zhaoxi traveled to Nanji Mountain and encountered rain, did he ever meet a fairy?"

Han Xiangzi asked again, he was eager to know the truth of the matter back then.

"Fairy?!"

The land father was taken aback.

Then shook his head:

"Except for the city god and my land, how can there be any immortals in Daizhou?"

"Then why do folks say that after Qiao Zhaoxi painted his "Nanji After the Rain", he said that there were auspicious clouds on the mountain, and a fairy came to the dust? How can this be explained?"

Han Xiangzi was puzzled, he was full of confusion.

In this regard, the father-in-law explained:
"I've heard about that too."

"But it's far from that mysterious, Daoist, you don't know. Many years ago in Nanji Mountain, there was a peach demon who obtained the Tao and cultivated into a half-immortal body."

"At the beginning, the town god and I were full of joy, thinking that she could go one step further and become a fairy, but good luck tricked people, and after more than a hundred years, she still failed to become a fairy."

Han Xiangzi heard the words and boldly guessed.

"Where is the peach demon now? Is it still in Nanji Mountain?"

"The fairy that Qiao Zhaoxi saw back then, could it be this peach demon?"

"This……"

The land father hesitated for a moment, then frowned:
"The old man can't guarantee whether the person Qiao Zhaoxi saw is the peach demon."

"But Peach Demon, she has been away from Nanji Mountain for a long time, and no one knows where she went."

"Maybe I went to find other opportunities to become immortals."

Hearing this, Han Xiangzi had mixed emotions.

He didn't expect that the woman Qiao Zhaoxi saw back then was really not a fairy, but probably the peach demon.

Unfortunately, Peach Demon is also missing.

Even the father-in-law of the land didn't know why he left Nanji Mountain.

The thread got here and broke again.

……

(End of this chapter)