The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

Shen Zhongyu was awakened by the poking, dazedly dodging the poking, smelling the dewy fragrance of the green grass, opened his eyes and saw the spring grass and mud, looked up and saw a little boy holding a bamboo pole, and the bamboo pole was poking his face.

The little boy saw Shen Zhongyu opened his eyes, put away the bamboo pole, put on a posture, and asked boldly: "Hey, that man, where did you get the monster from!"

Shen Zhongyu wiped the ashes from his face with his sleeve, and said: "We are not monsters, but good people, but we just encountered robbery on the road."

The little boy looked at the two of them, one was wearing a set of blood-stained rags, the other was in tatters, they really looked like pedestrians who had been robbed, but they were not sure, holding a bamboo pole, their eyes were dripping Turning around, trying to think of a surefire solution.

Shen Zhongyu saw this boy, he was only eleven or twelve years old, he was dark, thin, and dressed in rags. Although he had a lot of thoughts, he looked like a village boy, so he talked slowly, coaxed him a few words, and said his brother The pain of the two.

The little boy was so coaxed by him that he smiled and recognized Shen Zhongyu as a good person, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the two of them, and said: "Follow me to find the village chief."

"Thank you." Shen Zhongyu got up slowly, although the internal injuries were still serious, but at least he was able to walk, he picked up Zhang Zhihe who was still unconscious, and followed the boy.

The little boy first brought back the cow that was grazing on the hillside, tied up the firewood that he had gathered earlier, put it on the cow, and then led the two of them down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, Shen Zhongyu vaguely saw the location of the village, and also saw the stream of good water at the foot of the mountain like rolling balls splashing jade. Thinking of the blood of the two of them, he might not be able to hide it from the old adults in the village, so he said: "This little brother , we two brothers are full of travel and dust, and we need to wash up before we can go to the village to see the old man." The boy scratched his head and said, "Why is it so troublesome." He pointed to the location of the village, and said: " Then I can go first."

"Okay." Shen Zhongyu squatted by the stream, washed his face first, then dragged his clothes, and dragged Zhang Zhihe into the stream.As soon as the cold stream soaked, Zhang Zhihe struggled to wake up, coughed up the blood in his mouth, saw Shen Zhongyu, pulled the corner of his mouth, and smiled.

Seeing that he woke up, Shen Zhongyu was also happy, and his hands were even more merciless. While his hands and feet were still weak, he stripped off all his clothes and washed him like a horse and a cow.

Zhang Zhihe's skin turned red from being brushed, and he finally washed off the bloody smell on his body, and his face also blushed a little because of shyness, he hated that he couldn't move, otherwise he would have splashed Mr. Shen with water.

In the end, he still blushed and asked Shen Zhongyu to get dressed, so humiliated, he had no choice but to calmly and sincerely say, "Mr. Thank you." He laughed to himself, rubbed his wet hair, and explained: "I'm afraid that your blood will scare people if it enters the village. So you have to wash it first." "Yes, wait until I get better." , I also serve Mr. to take a bath."

"Okay, I'll wait." Shen Zhongyu took off his old clothes without hesitation as he said that, and took out clothes from his sleeves to change, but it was not the bright and gorgeous robes he likes to wear on weekdays. A very simple and similar moon white Taoist robe.

Since Zhang Zhihe was awake, he didn't want to be carried on his back, he just wanted to walk by others.Shen Zhongyu felt that he was walking slowly, so he picked him up and said: "Will you let me carry it, or let me hold it."

Zhang Zhihe blushed again, and said in a low voice, "It's better to carry it on your back, but sir is also injured."

"It's good to know, but still not obedient?!"

"Oh……"

In the end, Zhang Zhihe was carried into the village on his back. He was thin-skinned, and felt uncomfortable when he saw the village boys watching. He buried his face on Shen Zhongyu's shoulder along the way, and didn't even glance at the scenery of the village.

Shen Zhongyu's face was much thicker, as he walked, he enjoyed the mountain scenery, and when he saw the beautiful scenery, he even asked Zhang Zhihe to take a look, and occasionally chatted with the children running around in the village.

The village is not big, but only a dozen or so families, one-story yellow mud bungalows lined up in a row. There are firewood piles in front of each house, and a few children sit on the firewood piles, dangling their legs under the shade of the mulberry trees. .The dog didn't bark, just stared lazily at people passing by.

Shen Zhongyu spoke in a funny and friendly manner, and after talking with those village boys for a long time, it was the village boys who led him to find the old people in the village.

The old village chief saw that Shen Zhongyu was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, and he was full of looks, just like the one that storytellers often say has a face like a crown jade, and the one he was carrying was also gentle and handsome, thinking that they were two people with some cultivation The Taoist priest smiled a little because of this, and said: "This Taoist has never seen him since he came from a long time ago. Forgive me for relying on the old and selling the old, so I didn't come out to welcome him."

Shen Zhongyu carefully put down Zhang Zhihe first, then slapped his head, and said: "Wuliang Tianzun, you are welcome, I am poor, Jingshan, this is my junior brother Shen Bi." , but he won't tear down the stage, so he reluctantly called the head of Jishou, saying hello.

After the salute is over, the guests and the host sit down.The old village chief asked insincerely why the two had come to such a situation.

Shen Zhongyu revealed a trace of bitterness, and said: "Our two brothers are originally wandering Taoist priests. While traveling in the world to increase our knowledge, we also earn some money. Not long ago, when we came out of Jinchang Town and passed by Magong Mountain, we met a group of Strongman, we were able to escape by desperate efforts, but they robbed all our luggage and stumbled in the mountains for a long time before we came out. It was really hard." Shen Zhongyu had inquired about the geography and personnel in the vicinity when he was talking to those children just now. A general idea, at this time, it seems to be true.

Sure enough, the old village chief nodded after hearing this. The bandits on Magong Mountain are fierce, and even those who are used to walking on the road should be careful when going out. Fortunately, these bandits also know that they don’t eat grass by the side of the nest, and they have no doubts. They comforted: "Two ways The elders are all talented people, but they are just trapped in the shallows. If you don't dislike the remoteness of the mountain village, you may as well rest in peace." "Thank you for taking in the old man."

"It's easy to say." After the old village chief said, he recruited several family members and ordered them to find an empty house to house them, especially a house with no female relatives around and only males.It's just because Taoist priests and monks are hungry ghosts, lest they be contaminated with female relatives.

Seeing his arrangement, Shen Zhongyu said hard again, took out a silver ingot from his sleeve, and broke off a small piece of silver coin to the village chief under the cover of his sleeve.

The old village chief was even more happy to see that he was very knowledgeable. He ordered his son to bring them two bundles of straw, and led them there by the way.

Shen Zhongyu entered the door with Zhang Zhihe on his back, and saw that it was really an empty room, except for the sand on the ground and the cobwebs on the roof.The village chief's son spread the straw on the ground and left.

As soon as the two sat on the straw, they glanced at each other, and then laughed out loud.After laughing for a long time, Zhang Zhihe said: "I never imagined that Mr. Shen would be so good at coaxing people." Shen Zhongyu slapped his head again and said: "Infinite Heavenly Venerable, poor Taoists never coax people." He also laughed at himself: "I I have lived for many years, and this is the first time I have coaxed a villager." "You still call him an old man, I am afraid that the master is older than him."

"That's right, he looks like he's not yet sixty, and he's more like a grandson to me." Shen Zhongyu said, if you count only this life, ten years of body training, ten years of Qi refining, 40 years of foundation building, and more than 100 years of alchemy , is almost two hundred years old; if calculated according to the previous life, it would be more than 3000 years old.

Zhang Zhihe looked up at the dust in the room, although he was only staying here temporarily, he couldn't bear it anymore, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and said, "Sir, I'll call two people to clean the house."

"Sit down, don't move, I'll go, you just watch their broom." Shen Zhongyu got up and pushed him down.After all, I went out for a walk, killed a hare with a stone outside the village, and in return found two and a half children to do some sweeping.

It is rare for children in the village to eat meat, so they happily agreed, borrowed a broom from home, and went.He looked at the feng shui outside the village again. He wanted to make a divination, but his internal organs began to ache again after pinching the calculation, so he sighed and walked back slowly.

Although he still can't divination, but he also has some estimates in his heart, just like the Yaochi cave of Kunlun Xianzong, the dry mulberry realm of Jiuyou Demon Sect, this place must be the Zongmen cave of Liantai Temple, known as the lotus flower The world is also.It's just that during the catastrophe that year, the gate of the time-space beacon in the Liantai Temple was destroyed by someone. As a result, the back of the Liantai Temple was not safe, and a monk in the temple died.

That is to say, the bloody case at the Battle of Treasures was also to find this cave, Shen Zhongyu couldn't help but think of the monk Tingxiu he met before, could it be him?However, most of the people who performed this blood sacrifice had already been possessed by demons, and there was no demon energy in him, but it was inexplicable.

After much deliberation, there was no answer, so Shen Zhongyu had no choice but to throw away his hands and just look at his eyes. Considering the attitude of the village head just now, he respected the Taoist priests. It must be that this place does not have the atmosphere of worshiping Buddha and destroying Taoism. Fortunately, fortunately , or you will have to shave your head.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhongyu raised his head and let out a long sigh of relief. He saw a peddler at the entrance of the village carrying a tambourine and carrying goods into the village.