My Death God Roommate

"This tattoo was made the year I graduated from high school. Is there any problem?"

Su Sifang put his hands together and said the Buddha's name. Sang Tong understood, and said, "Miss Xiaoxuan, the woman who has been pestering your boyfriend is the result of this tattoo."

Bao Xiaoxuan put on her clothes and asked incredulously, "No? This tattoo has been tattooed for seven years, and there has been no problem!"

Sang Tong frowned: Indeed, seven years is too short for this thing.

Even if it takes seven years to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon all day long, it is not enough to make this kind of painting soul lower than an animal cultivate into a demon, let alone lodge on a dirty human body?

Hao Jiefang came out from the wall: "You ask her how this pattern came from, and who tattooed her."

Sang Tong repeated the question, and Bao Xiaoxuan answered truthfully: "The pattern on my back is an ancient painting that my father collected when he was alive. It is said to be in the middle of the Ming Dynasty. Although it is not by everyone, because It is well preserved, coupled with the exquisite workmanship, which is quite popular with my father. When my father was alive, he always hung it in the study room and admired it from time to time. Later...he passed away unexpectedly in my senior year of high school. In order to pay tribute to him, I He tattooed his favorite painting on his back. In order to restore the style of the painting, he also invited the top tattoo artist."

At this point, several people finally understood the cause of the matter.

There is nothing wrong with Bao Xiaoxuan's remembrance of her late father, but the people nowadays can only be blamed for losing too many taboos.

Sang Tong sighed lightly and told Bao Xiaoxuan to put on her clothes first, and said earnestly: "Miss Xiaoxuan, maybe you may not understand what I will say next, but I still have to explain it to you."

"Master Sang, say!"

Sang Tong took out a mahogany sword from the password box and held it in his hand: "Everything in this world has spirituality. That's why there are people who say that they are the best of all souls. To explain it from a scientific point of view, that is, We have wisdom and emotions to become the rulers of this society. The so-called gains and losses; human life span is only a hundred years, but this does not mean that other species do not have this kind of spirituality, one flower, one tree, one stone, They are all spiritual, but they want to have such a high level of wisdom like humans. It takes hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. Can you understand this theory?"

"Yes, got it."

"Well, I'm going to enter the topic next, I hope you can understand it too."

"it is good."

"If the ancient painting in the collection of my lord was really in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, it has a history of nearly a thousand years now. Generally speaking, this kind of painting with characters as the theme contains more intense content than landscape paintings, the author It’s easier to be refined than landscape painting."

"You mean...Is this fine painting of my father? It was this fine painting that caused Jia Ming to be like this?"

Sang Tong nodded: "Miss Xiaoxuan is a sensible person."

"But... Master Zhaosang said that there are many figure paintings in this world that are older than this one. Why has it been refined?"

Sang Tong smiled and replied: "First, you won’t know whether other paintings are fine or not. Second, the right time and place are also very important. The creation time and purpose of this painting have experienced What, even the person who painted it, and the woman in the painting, are all very important factors. To be honest, painting a demon is indeed very rare. First, it is that the conditions for its formation of the mind are very harsh, and it must be big. Opportunity; Second: After the founding of the People's Republic of China...you know, so even our school has at least five generations of ancestors to see."

"Master Sang, I have another question."

"please say."

"If the painting behind me is really fine, why can't Jia Ming recognize it in his dream?"

"This is the horrible thing. It proves that the painting monster has the magical power of charming mind and should be dealt with in time."

"Then, what are the two masters going to do?"

"Amitabha Buddha, if the donor can trust him, he can be brought back to the monastery by the Quartet for super probation."

Sang Tong replied decisively: "Burn it on the spot!"

"Sister Tong..."

Sang Tong snorted coldly and choked unceremoniously: "Probation? Since it has chosen the evil way of inhaling human yang, how can it be probated? Besides, the painting demon has lived on the human body for so many years and has been affected by blood. Nourish, if you take the painting back, she can also escape from the tattoo. Did you know that it has been inhaled for forty-three days of yang energy? If you make up the total number of seven or seven, is Li Jiaming still dead? Unknown!"

Li Jiaming's haggard face became paler, his body shook, and he sat down on the bed.

Bao Xiaoxuan grabbed Sang Tong's hand: "Master Sang, don't scare me, are you true?"

Sang Tong nodded solemnly: "Ms. Xiaoxuan, the reason why I have explained so much to you just now is that this painting may be important to you, but you have to make a choice, if you say It's just a simple painting of a demon, maybe there is a way other than burning the painting, but there is another one behind you, and she can use your body to escape at any time."

"Then...then I can't get the tattoo done right away?"

"No, removing the tattoo is just the appearance. The essence of the pattern has long been incorporated into your body. For example, if the painting is the home of the painting demon, then the pattern behind you is the back door of its home, and it will last forever. The back door that couldn't be closed was the only way to burn the painting demon with her house."

Suddenly, Sang Tong's conversation turned, and he grabbed the peach wood sword in his hand: "If you dare to run, I will kill you immediately."

Bao Xiaoxuan shuddered, then looked back, and she was empty behind her.

When Sang Tong said this, she had realized what it meant: "The thorns are on the back." As long as she thought of tattooing the fairy on her body, she felt cold all over.

Bao Xiaoxuan looked at Li Jiaming, and after a few days of effort, he seemed to lose weight, with a sickly expression on his face, like a person who has just recovered from a long illness.

"Master... will Jia Ming's body be better this time?"

Sang Tong looked at Li Jiaming's face carefully: "Which hand should I use to write?"

"Right hand."

"Give me your left hand."

"it is good."

"Mr. Li is not a short-lived person. In the past, he can spend many years healthy."

Bao Xiaoxuan bit her lower lip: "Master Sang, I believe you, no matter how valuable things are, they are not as important as our family’s life. I believe my dad will understand me too. I draw it in my dad’s study. Come with me again."

"it is good."

Su Sifang slowed down, came to Sang Tong, and asked in a low voice: "Sister Tong, all things should be equal. It is not easy to draw a demon after thousands of years to gain a mind, so why bother to kill?"

Sang Tong replied unceremoniously: "Dare you use a human life to make your compassionate bet?"

Sang Tong stopped, staring at Su Sifang's eyes, and said in a low voice: "The painting demon has made up the number of seven or seven, and Li Jiaming will die; at that time, if Bao Xiaoxuan's body is taken again, this would be two lives. Yes, tonight is the forty-fourth day, you want to go yourself!"

Su Sifang closed his eyes slightly: "Amitabha Buddha."

When I arrived at Bao Xiaoxuan's parents' home, Mother Bao was not there, and the nanny was picking beans: "Xia Xuan is back, your mother is going to your Aunt Wu's house to play cards, and we will stew the ribs in the evening. Would you like me to prepare a little bit more for dinner together?

"No need Aunt Zhang, you can do as usual, and I will take a friend to my dad's study to have a look."

"Oh, yes, I will make tea for you."

"Don't be busy, Aunt Wu, we will leave after watching."

Bao Xiaoxuan’s father’s study was spacious and spotless, and it was hard to see that the owner of the study was no longer there. There were many antique pieces on display in the study, such as calligraphy and painting, blue and white, colored glaze, and Tang color.

Bao Xiaoxuan removed a long box from the top grid of the shelf: "The painting is inside."

"Are you sure? If you are sure, don't open it. I think the things in your father's study are quite precious. I can't afford to burn it wrong."

"Sure, my mother has no feelings for these things. My dad has sold a lot of pieces since he passed away. I put this painting here specially."

"Okay, please bring a basin. I can borrow your father's desk."

"Please use."

Sang Tong opened the password box and took out the yellow cloth, incense burner, talisman paper and other items from it.

Spread the yellow cloth on the table, arrange the incense burner, burn three incense sticks, and place the basin under the table.

Mu Rong and Hao Jiefang held soul sticks in both hands and held the windows and doors respectively. Su Sifang stood by Sang Yu, holding the Buddha beads in their hands.

Sang Tong raised three incense sticks to his eyebrows, bowed three times, and inserted them into the incense burner.

Take out the ancient painting, put it under your arm, holding a lighter in your other hand, stepping out under your feet, and chanting: "There are thousands of years of painting monsters, inhaling Yang Qi, and falling into the path of evil cultivation, which is almost harmful. Life, disciple Sang Tong, respectfully ask the ancestor master to give a beam of Lihuo, burn the demon, and correct the way."

After finishing talking, I pressed the lighter, and with a "boom", the small lighter actually burst out a flame of about ten centimeters.

As soon as the ancient painting touched the flame, it burned!

"what!"

Bao Xiaoxuan clutched her back and squatted down in pain. Just as Sang Tong lit the ancient painting, she felt that her back was also burning!

"Xiao Xuan!"

Li Jiaming rushed over and hugged Bao Xiaoxuan. Before the words of concern could be spoken, he rolled his eyes and fell heavily to the ground.

"Jia Ming!"

"Sister Tong, stop it!"

The author has something to say: At this point, there are small differences in the plot.

In the next chapter, there will be a plot of the primordial spirit. Who do you want to enter?

Mu Rong, Sang Tong.

You guys hope, I refer to, I have already thought about both versions~

Do you still like these chapters of The Thousand Years of Painting Demon?

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