Six Realms Office

Chapter 551: Thunder strikes and the world ascends to heaven!
"This is a monster!"

The old Taoist pointed at the person in the painting with a frightened look on his face.But looking at that demeanor, if he hadn't made a funny face to scare him just now, I am afraid the old Taoist thought he was more like a god.

The leader deliberated over his words, and said with a smile: "I once heard that there were novels about gods, demons and ghosts in ancient times, and the folk stories were collected. Among them, there are two special existences, one fairy and one demon, each with a picture character in front of it. "

"Painting fairy? Painting demon?"

The old Taoist thought for a while: "Indeed. Old Taoist, I have also heard from my master that this is a kind of spirit, conceived by nature or man-made, and it is a special kind of bah. How could there be such things."

The leader waved his hand: "Old Taoist, don't think that way, otherwise, what would you say about the monster you met before? He is standing in the painting right now, saluting the peach tree."

The old Taoist was at a loss for words for a while, he was already a little incoherent, and his head was a little confused.Now it's just to numb myself, so I can't even figure out the logic.

He was afraid at first, but he was not afraid when he saw the abnormality of the picture scroll, but when it came to monsters, he was afraid again, so he went back and forth. He believed that he had seen monsters, but he refused to admit the existence of monsters.

They looked at the picture scroll, the old Taoist kept muttering, while the young Taoist was wiping his sweat, looking at the four seasons in the picture scroll without blinking.

Standing in front of the picture scroll, the leader has the demeanor of a superior. According to the pattern in the mythological novel, a leader with righteousness like himself will not be entangled by demons.

Of course, the so-called righteousness is just what he said, which is purely boastful.

The scenery in the scroll changed, and suddenly began to blur, as if the ink was about to evaporate, and began to shake.

"How is this going?"

The leader was stunned, and the appraisers and experts on the side hurried forward to identify.
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Chen Yuan stood under the peach tree, and the villagers came to him. The leading man clasped his fists at Chen Yuan, looking at him with eyes full of respect, as if he was looking at a fairy who could open up the world.

Chen Yuan said to him: "I want to take you to a place, if you want to stay, you can stay, if you don't want to stay, you can follow me."

An old man came out, bowed tremblingly to Chen Yuan, and said with a smile: "The real man is merciful, you are a truly righteous master, a truly enlightened immortal, and there is no malice in you."

"We were born here and grew up here. It is our blessing that the real person intends to take us away."

He tapped his leg: "But us old guys can't walk anymore, let the young and middle-aged people in the village go, we stay here, guarding the land where we have lived all our lives."

Those young and middle-aged people became anxious immediately, and tried to dissuade the old people one after another, and then said: "If we don't go with the real person, we will stay here."

Looking at such a scene, Chen Yuan felt a little emotional. In modern civilization, such a situation is hardly seen.In the landscape paintings, this small village called Baishui Village, a place like a paradise, still retains the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature, and has never been polluted or polluted.

Then, for such a beautiful world, if one wants to escape from here, what cannot be passed is naturally not the three-dimensional universe, but a higher, higher place.

"This village, this peach tree, this mountain and this river will pass by together, not for you to leave behind the land that has grown for thousands of years."

Chen Yuan explained, then pointed to a big mountain, and with a twist of his finger, the mountain turned into a ray of spiritual light, which was stored in Chen Yuan's palm.

"I will take you to a place where you can truly live, instead of existing in a two-dimensional world like this."
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"Chief, the scroll! The painting is gone!"

An appraiser pointed to a corner of the scroll in horror, where the mountain rocks originally painted in ink gradually disappeared, turning into a blank sheet of paper.

This kind of movement immediately alarmed everyone, the old Taoist priest ran over with the little Taoist priest, and when he saw the disappearing corner of the picture, he jumped three feet high and was anxious to death: "What's going on! What's going on! You guys What did these naughty professors do to the treasures passed down by my grandfather!"

An appraiser suddenly said angrily: "We didn't do anything! And didn't you just say it was a monster!"

The old Taoist blew his beard and stared: "The monster is a monster, and the monster is in the painting! That painting is my grandfather's treasure! The monster is a monster, and the painting is a painting!"

Little Taoist: "Master, but now the monster is in the painting."

The old Taoist glared at him: "Then I have to make the painting intact! Otherwise, if I go west with a crane, I won't be beaten to death by my grandfather when I turn back in the underworld?!"

"These appraisers, experts and professors, eat the imperial food, and when it comes to critical moments, they will do nothing to help!"

The old Taoist scolded all the time, turning red in the faces of those experts and scholars. Some people were so angry that they got up to refute him, but after only a few rounds, they were scolded. people's faces.

The little Taoist felt that his master was about to go crazy, and he might have been stimulated a lot in the past two or three days, but now he really isn't crazy or alive.

The picture scroll gradually disappeared, and the color of those inks gradually faded, like an old man in his dying years, after a long journey, after alternating cold and heat, he finally came to the end of his life, all the scenery in front of him receded, leaving only the pure white , the only real color in the world. Perhaps the only color after anti-color.

The leader said solemnly to the appraisers: "Quick, no matter what the principle is, this situation must be stopped immediately!"

The team leader said to him with a bitter face: "There is no way, chief, we can't do this!"

"We haven't even figured out the principle yet, and now we are really helpless!"

The leader froze for a moment, frowned, and thought for a long time, but he had no means at all. He could only resign himself to his fate and watched the ink color fade away from the scroll, turning it into a blank sheet of paper.

The old Taoist stared wide-eyed, and just as he was about to lose his temper, there was a sudden roar in the sky.All of a sudden, the whole ground trembled, and the violent intensity almost collapsed the Taoist temple, but it was not an earthquake or the like, but more like something that had been suppressed all the year round came out of the ground!
They were in a daze when suddenly another thunder exploded in mid-air, and a loud sound came from it. In the Taoist temple, the picture scroll shook violently, and the colors in it faded from the four corners until only the black statue in the center remained. Young people in clothes!

"One thought and one world, the paradise will always exist here. If you are promoted today, you will be promoted to the heaven!"

　PS: There is another update at night
　　
　
(End of this chapter)