I played the world alone

Chapter 475: The Gate of Hell? (-in-)

"I've met the Governor!"

Zhong Xiangyang quickly saluted respectfully.

If yesterday I was just in awe of the other party's power and still had some literati pride in my heart, then now I feel sincere admiration.

After all, this gentleman has the sharp eyes to find this god who can save everyone!

Yu Hongyan stroked his beard and his eyes lingered on him intentionally.

Then he said with a smile: "If I am not wrong, sir, you should have discovered the magic of the portrait last night."

Zhong Xiangyang's heart skipped a beat. How dare he hide it? Although he was reluctant to give up, he still took out the poorly drawn portrait.

"I was confused yesterday. I wanted to think carefully about how to draw the immortal's appearance, so I quietly took him back. However, I didn't expect that I happened to be targeted by a ghost last night..."

Next, he recounted what happened last night in detail. At the end, he was quite emotional and even wiped away the tears that he didn’t know existed: “If it weren’t for this portrait, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to see you today... …”

He had no doubt that he would still be alive if the ghost really came in.

Logically speaking, such a life-saving treasure must not be exposed to others easily. He felt uneasy that Master Yu might punish him severely.

But he has already made up his mind. No matter what, he will not give up this old face even if he goes all out. He will definitely ask for permission to keep this portrait for the sake of his own children!

Nowadays, people are in panic, this treasure is not something that ordinary money can buy.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Yu shook his head: "It doesn't matter, these portraits were painted to save people, how could I hide them privately?"

His tone was a little bit resentful, as if he was blaming the other party for misunderstanding him.

But only he himself knew that last night, after he saw that this thing had the magical power to kill ghosts and monsters, he did have some crooked thoughts about using it to make money.

After all, there are so many people in the city. If every household buys a sticker to ward off evil spirits, how much money can he make?

Even just thinking about it makes my blood boil!

But the strange thing is that just as he was making this calculation, the figure that appeared in the portrait, although his facial features could not be seen clearly, could vaguely feel that he was giving him a cold glance, as if to warn him.

This sight scared him so much that he calmed down on the spot, and he didn't dare to have any evil thoughts.

This god can even deal with ghosts and ghosts with ease, so how can he deal with a mortal just as easily?

He doesn't think that his official skin, which can only frighten ordinary people, is also useful to gods.

Thinking of this, he seemed to be trying to make up for half of his work, and quickly said: "Now that the effect of this portrait has been determined, your task today is to do your best to find more people to imitate him and draw him!"

"It doesn't matter if your painting skills are a little worse."

After all, this was verified last night and will not affect the effect of the portrait.

Afterwards, although he felt a little painful, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I will send people to distribute all these portraits for free so that everyone can use them and be protected from ghosts and monsters!"

After hearing these words, Zhong Xiangyang was instantly in awe of the adults, and at the same time he was filled with emotion.

To make it available throughout the city, the amount of paper and pen and ink required is already an astonishing amount!

Not to mention the manpower and material resources spent in the process, if another person said this, he would even think that the other person was bragging!

At the same time, I couldn't help but admire the governor more and more, and felt guilty that I had misunderstood such a noble person before!

Thinking that what he was going to do now was to save the lives of all the people in the city, his face suddenly became serious and extremely excited.

"Sir, please rest assured! Let me call more people who are good at painting, and we will definitely produce a certain amount of portraits in the next few days, so that the lives of the people will be safe!"

Although not many people in this era could afford to read, many of them came from wealthy families and developed their habits in an all-round way, including calligraphy, chess, poetry, and even archery, and painting was one of them.

Although I can’t say how good my painting skills will be, I can at least copy a decent painting.

Yu Hongyan nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to ask him to handle the matter as soon as possible.

After Zhong Xiangyang left in a hurry, Yu Hongyan tidied his clothes, made sure that there was nothing wrong with his appearance, and then put on a respectful face and went to visit the old god with great magical powers.

However, the other party was not at the pavilion today. After being guided by the family leader, he saw the other party on a rockery.

Looking up, I saw the other person lying lazily on the top of the rockery, holding a strange fruit that I had never seen before in his hand. It was red in color, tender and juicy, and it made people want to eat it. Have a taste.

He couldn't help but swallow, but he didn't dare to ask for more.

He has never seen this kind of fruit in all his life, not even in the imperial palace. It must be a fairy fruit grown in the sky that only gods can eat. It is not something that a mortal like him can get his hands on.

He lowered his head and greeted him respectfully, and then saw the other party lazily raising his head: "It turns out to be Mr. Yu. Why did you come to see me so early today?"

"Chief Immortal, those portraits you made yesterday were so amazing! So I want to boldly use more painters to send portraits to everyone in the city as soon as possible. But after all, there are many people with mixed skills, and the skills are uneven. Maybe I won’t be able to draw your immortal talent perfectly..."

He briefly explained his plan nervously.

Although he already had a guess in his mind, he only breathed a sigh of relief when the old god nodded in agreement.

"It doesn't matter, you can just make your own decisions about these little things."

The old immortal casually threw two red fairy fruits for the Taoist boys around him to eat, which made him a little jealous and envious.

But then let’s get down to business.

"After you have produced a sufficient number of portraits, I can find a way to block the source of this ghost."

"source……"

Yu Hongyan was startled and couldn't help but asked curiously: "I would like to ask the immortal what is the source of the ghosts? Is it because my official's management is not good, so the people are mourning and there are so many ghosts?"

He felt increasingly uneasy.

After all, if this is the case, then wouldn’t the other party have to solve it themselves if they say they want to block the source? !

Then it would be more reliable for him to ask clearly early and then directly resign and return home.

After all, I can still be a rich man when I go back, and live well by relying on my connections in the court. It's better than losing my life.

He didn't think that his little soldiers with three melons and two dates could deal with the gods.

Even if the water dragon appeared on the spot yesterday, everyone would have to kneel down to worship, and there would be no courage to resist.

Fortunately, the old immortal shook his head: "Although you are not good at managing things, you are not the real culprit of this haunting."

Yu Hongyan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped away the cold sweat.

Then I heard the other party say: "The source of this disaster is that there is something wrong with the gate of hell!"

As soon as he said this, he was sweating again.

"Ghost... the gate of hell?!" He stammered in fright: "Isn't that in Fengdu City? How could it appear here?"

He has read many books and knows the stories about ghosts and ghosts.

The Gate of Ghosts is the gate that connects the underworld and the underworld. According to legend, after death, people will be guided to the underworld by underworld messengers. The gate they step through is the Gate of Ghosts.

Once the past has passed, you can never look back. You will experience all kinds of terrible things in the underworld and even accept the judgment of the Lord of Hell.

Therefore, no one has ever seen it with their own eyes before, which makes people wonder whether this is just a religious method to confuse people.

But now that even gods have appeared in front of him, it seems that the existence of the underworld is not unacceptable.

When he thought of the legendary underworld and the bad things he had done in the past, he turned pale and trembled without being frightened.

Especially since this thing cannot escape no matter what, it will definitely be judged and punished after death!

Looking at his expression, the old god seemed to have guessed what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "Although the underworld does exist, you can rest assured that it is not a ghost sent to arrest people."

"But there were some problems at the Gate of Hell some time ago. In addition, the previous floods caused too many dead souls on the ground. The underworld agents failed to come to the earth in time to introduce these ghosts and ghosts into the underworld. This has caused these disasters now."

"I was entrusted by the underworld to come here specifically to resolve this matter and capture all these ghosts into the underworld."

"I see!"

Yu Hongyan was about to nod when he heard the other person say: "But please remember to do this as soon as possible. These recently deceased ghosts cannot stay in the mortal world for more than seven days at most. Once the first seven days have passed, they will no longer be able to If you are reincarnated, you can only stay in the mortal world forever."

"At that time, if you are not careful, you may attract their attention. I am afraid you will be on tenterhooks every day..."

As soon as these words came out, Yu Hongyan's face turned blue!

He remembered that it was already the fourth day since the ghost appeared on the first day.

In just four days, he has already caused an uproar in the city, causing people to panic, and the livelihood of the entire city has been affected.

Even he was so frightened that he didn't even dare to go to the toilet at night.

If this kind of miserable life continues, then he may have to resign and return home on the spot!

He immediately promised with a serious face: "Don't worry, Immortal, this matter will be taken care of by me!"

"In two days at most, we will make sure that every household in the city has at least one portrait, and drive away all the monsters and ghosts so that they don't dare to approach!"

……

After learning about the urgency of the matter, Yu Hongyan hurriedly said goodbye to the old immortal, and finally started to find someone to discuss countermeasures without stopping.

Zhong Xiangyang worked hard and relied on his long-term prestige and the authority of the governor to find more than thirty painters whose painting skills were barely passable in his eyes.

It's just that even if they work overtime to paint, the manpower is still limited, and if it's a little more detailed, it will take at least more than an hour.

Even though most of the details have been streamlined under Yu Hongyan's severe urging, in order to maintain the charm of the old immortal and prevent others from being able to tell who it is, there are still some requirements for painting.

Maybe it's like a child's scribbling.

Therefore, even at the fastest speed, one painting per person takes about a quarter of an hour.

And this is only the most ideal state. It is impossible for people to maintain this tight speed at all times. As a result, if you are not careful during the process, you may make mistakes and the whole picture will be invalid.

Yu Hongyan was so angry that he almost cursed.

Fortunately, he also understood that he should not be too harsh on these things, so he could only try to call as many people as possible to help.

He even wanted to go up and paint a picture.

It’s just that what other people called was really not up to par, and it’s hard to tell whether the drawings are people or turtles.

Fortunately, when I was so worried that I almost lost my hair, my subordinates came up with a suggestion, which is the so-called engraving printing.

This thing is not that rare nowadays, and if used properly, the efficiency is definitely much higher than manual work, but there is no color and it is just ink.

Anyway, the current situation is urgent and there is no shortage of these details.

Yu Hongyan immediately nodded in agreement, and Furen quickly called the printing craftsmen from all the bookstores, and gathered everyone's strength to start making a large number of portrait engravings.

But no matter how much he urged, those master craftsmen couldn't make it out of thin air, they could only make it bit by bit.

Fortunately, the size of the portrait is not critical, as long as the portrait is clear, so some task requirements are reduced.

It was almost evening when the first photo was finally completed.

Hurrying slowly, we can finally start printing.

It's just that the printing technology of this era cannot print in batches like today's printers. If you print one piece, you have to re-ink and put the paper, and the efficiency is really limited.

But fortunately, it is faster than those painters working by hand. Thousands of them were rushed out before dark!

Then Yu Hongyan waved his hand: "Distribute them all, and try to ensure that every household has one!"

Although these numbers are far from enough, and it is already dark, I am worried that there will be ghosts and ghosts to scare people, so I can only take care of the people who are relatively close first.

Such as this time.

As it gets darker, the teahouse owner is already planning to urge the guests to leave and close the shop.

After all, the ghosts have been really causing trouble in the past few days. He has seen scary-looking ghosts wandering nearby several times. Although he was lucky enough not to bump into them directly, who can guarantee that they won't come unexpectedly?

Just as he was urging the clerk to lock the door, there was suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps outside the door.

Then I saw several officers and soldiers walking past in a hurry, holding a lot of paper in their hands.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to read more. He subconsciously thought it was the same notice as last time. Now he still had some doubts in his heart. He smiled apologetically and planned to close the door quickly to avoid trouble.

But before the door was closed, the officers and soldiers rushed to the door and handed him a piece of paper, which made him tremble.

"My lords, the gate and the courtyard wall are open. You can just say it, but I will never dare to say a word."

The shopkeeper was hurriedly explaining, but the other party forced it into his hand without any explanation: "Take it yourself, this is something to save your lives!"

"Save your life?" He was stunned, looking at the ugly portrait painting in his hand with ink that didn't seem to be dry yet, and he was a little confused.

(End of this chapter)