The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

He woke up, in the vast yellow sand.

He didn't know who he was, but he felt extremely thirsty, his throat was like smoke and fire, and he wanted to drink water. He even looked at the pulsating blood vessels on his arms and imagined the sweet blood flowing inside, he thought You have to bite your own blood vessels, drink your own blood, and taste what it will taste like.

But he finally restrained himself, knowing that if he lost blood, he would not be able to walk even more, so he tied the wide sleeves into a knot and changed them to narrow sleeves for easier movement, and pulled up the clothes to cover his head together, blocking the sky. blazing sun.

He was wearing a robe, which looked exquisite. If he could exchange some money in the city, but this was a desert, there was nothing here, not even stinging scorpions or poisonous snakes lurking in the sand.

Looking up from a distance, the scorching wind seemed to take away the last bit of moisture from his body. He felt his throat was hot and itchy. He wanted to cough, but when he opened his mouth, he felt a tight pain in his throat.

Looking from a distance, there is a little green in the eastern sky. He didn't think that it was vertigo or a mirage at all. He just thought that it would be good to go there, and there would be water to drink there.

One step, another step, the sweat dripped on his clothes, but he carefully licked it dry. Although it was salty and astringent, it also slightly relieved the pain in his throat.

One step, two steps, three steps... Crawl if you can't walk, and rest on your stomach when you're tired from climbing, but a touch of green in the distance has become a dancing flame in his eyes, luring him to walk over unremittingly.

I don't know how long he has been walking, one or two hours, one or two days, the sun never sets, the moon never rises, the sky is always bright, what finally caught his eyes was not the vast yellow sand, but the lush and throbbing green.

The pool of clear water surrounded by green was so full that it was about to overflow, and it extended to the edge of the sandy land.He rolled and crawled towards the lake. He felt that he was running, but it was no different from crawling.

Finally reached the edge of the lake, just about to plunge into the water and drink the whole lake, but suddenly someone grabbed his shoulders, and a voice called "Zhang Zhihe!"

The sound seemed far away, but it exploded in his ears like thunder, and he couldn't help trembling, who is Zhang Zhihe, I want to drink water!He struggled a bit, and fell into the water again.

Someone came and dragged him away from the lake by the neck, pressed him forcefully into his arms, and said, "Are you very thirsty? Who are you? How did you become so thirsty in a short period of time?"

He buried his head in the visitor's silky silk clothes. The texture of the silk was smooth and cool, so he couldn't help but take a bite, which soaked the visitor's clothes. When he saw the wet marks, his heart ached so much that he couldn't bear it. Live to lick.

The visitor held him tightly in his arms, watched him bite his clothes with a wry smile, patted him on the back, and said, "Listen to me, listen to me. The milk returns to the pot, and the gold returns to the mine." , seems to be guarded but not guarded, wanting to move without moving, the primordial spirit is one, and the brain is nourished..." In just a few words, there is a magic power, like spring thunder bursting from the tongue, waking up the world, he obviously listened to it, and twisted a few times He calmed down and slept obediently in the arms of the visitor.

Shen Zhongyu adjusted his sitting posture, sat cross-legged, looked at Zhang Zhihe who had entered a state of tranquility in his arms, and almost fell asleep, and couldn't help but think, tsk tsk, I didn't expect him to be so obedient even in the illusion, thinking that he would It takes a few punches and kicks to subdue him; it is completely unexpected that Zhang Zhihe, who is exhausted both physically and mentally after climbing such a "long" road, still has the strength to fight.

When Zhang Zhihe regained consciousness, he found himself sleeping in someone else's arms and biting someone's sleeve, which scared him so much that he almost fainted again. He hadn't done such a thing after living for 40 years. Later, he recognized this It was Brother Shen's bright purple satin gown with borders, so I felt more at ease, but couldn't help thinking that I should be teased by him again.

Zhang Zhihe pulled Shen Zhongyu's sleeve to signal that he was awake, his face was reddish, he got up from his arms silently, made a big salute, and said respectfully: "Mr. Shen." Shen Zhongyu looked at him With such a respectful look, he glanced at him with a half-smile and said, "You call me Mr. Shen?"

"The disciple has a teacher for a long time, but he is loved by the master, he has learned a lesson, and has benefited a lot. Naturally, he must be called a master."

Seeing his respectful appearance, Shen Zhongyu never imagined that it would be like this. I saved him not only because I really wanted to be good for him, but also because I thought about how I would get here without this person. Shuofang to go.Unexpectedly, he was treated so respectfully like this, so deceitful and innocent.

Although his thoughts were messed up, it didn't prevent Shen Zhongyu from getting up and going over to touch Zhang Zhihe's messy bun because of the activity into a chicken coop, and said: "Good boy."

"En." Zhang Zhihe responded dully, straightened his clothes, and then realized that Shen Zhongyu was standing in front of him, and couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Sir, is your leg okay?" Shen Zhongyu got up Stretched casually, kicked his legs, stepped on his feet, and said: "This is the realm of the gods, transformed by thoughts."

Zhang Zhihe was taken aback, and said, "It's actually an illusion?" Although he didn't feel thirsty anymore, he tried to introspect his soul again, trying to find out where his soul was being blinded, but after a long time, the hot wind hung on his face The hot feeling is real, the feeling of Xi Cai's hair scattered on his face is real, and the feeling of rough gravel is also real, is it an illusion?

He opened his eyes and saw Shen Zhongyu looking down at him, leaned down and raised his eyebrows and said, "Did I say this is an illusion? Would you like to stab yourself to see if it's true or not, eh?"

Zhang Zhihe fell backwards in fright, and said in his mouth: "Please teach me, sir." But he thought to himself, Mr. Shen is too good-looking, eight feet tall, handsome, with phoenix eyes and eyebrows, thin red lips, good-looking Gotta bluff.

Shen Zhongyu sat down, as if he didn't care about the rough gravel on the ground, and sat down like a lotus flower in the shape of Avalokitesvara, with one hand on his knees and the other hand holding a pure glass lamp, and said: "If you want to say that this is an illusion, it is actually true. But , the so-called illusions aimed at eye, ear, mouth, nose, and contact are nothing but ecstasy trails. Only by transforming the mind and starting with the mind is the fundamental law. Simply put, if you believe it, you have it, if you don’t believe it, you don’t have it.”

"Do I believe it?" Zhang Zhihe murmured, and couldn't help but argue in his heart, how could I believe in such an evil god? !He looked up at the radiant and dancing glass lamp in Shen Zhongyu's hand. Can Mr. Shen see through the fundamental Dafa to be considered a believer or not?

Shen Zhongyu looked at his expression with great interest as if struck by lightning, and asked without explaining, "Okay, tell me what happened. When I came, I only saw the small temple There are people lying on the ground."

"Yes." Zhang Zhihe recounted what happened just now, and when it came to "the woman shed tears as if all things are in the same sorrow", Shen Zhongyu made a gesture of interruption and asked, "You said, should the woman cry?" Weeping, is it like dark clouds pressing down on the top, and the grass and trees passing through autumn?"

Zhang Zhihe thought about it for a while, and said: "I really thought so. Seeing her cry, I seemed to feel that kind of grief from the bottom of my heart."

"Yeah." Shen Zhongyu raised his eyebrows, showed a narrow smile, and asked, "Is the little girl pretty?" Zhang Zhihe replied frankly without thinking: "Beautiful, but also very pitiful. I'm afraid she will be seriously ill." .” There was unconcealed sympathy in the words.

Shen Zhongyu looked at him a little helplessly, but in his heart he felt a little more appreciative. With him, he was really not afraid of the possibility of violating the rules. Those old bald donkeys always say things like wind and flags. Moved, waved his hand, let him continue talking.

After he finished speaking, Shen Zhongyu held his chin and asked: "Do you think she is very powerful?" Was it the fight before?So I think this is an evil god who has become a climate, and I believe that she is as powerful as hell?Is this the letter?

"Belief in God is like God, where is God?" Shen Zhongyu asked again.

If she really became a climate, how could she only use God's Domain to affect my heart?Why not directly mobilize the laws of heaven and earth in God's Domain to kill me directly?

Zhang Zhihe was in a trance for a while, as if he heard the sound of lightning and thunder, and saw the scene in the early days of the birth of God's Realm: believers bowed to the ground, offering incense, devout thoughts mixed with incense, with incense as yang and mind as yin, The territory is real, the mind is empty, and a dim realm is opened up in the yin and yang, until the hazy blue light lights up, showing the majestic palace in the center of the gods, and the building is somewhat similar to the small temple outside, but the building should be gorgeous much.