The old ancestor's painting style is always wrong

After returning to the inn, Shen Zhongyu lay down on the bed and took out a piece of wood from his sleeve, which turned out to be the severed head of the idol.

Zhang Zhihe was beside him, pulled a chair and sat down, seeing this, he asked strangely: "Is this thing useful for sir?"

"It is very useful. The gloomy wood that has withstood the incense for a hundred years has a harmonious balance of yin and yang, and its spirituality has already been born. The craftsman chose good materials back then. If it hadn't been possessed by the little fox, maybe a true god would have been born." Shen Zhongyu said. He looked at the lifelike head portrait of a beauty with complete features.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe sighed, and said: "Lema Town is originally remote, and there is no big fairy gate city around, if there are gods to protect, it will be easier to live, but now apart from that evil god, what will they do in the future .”

Shen Zhongyu raised his head and glanced at him when he heard the words, and said: "Hearing what you say, how can you be merciless?"

"The living people are pitiful, and the evil gods are to be punished."

"If you do it again, do you still want to kill?" Shen Zhongyu squinted at him and asked.

"Kill!" Zhang Zhihe answered decisively.

"Okay..." Shen Zhongyu gave Zhang Zhihe an appreciative glance, but there was a bit of aggrieved look in his eyes. Such a kind heart is really very simple. I really want to dye this white paper black. With this thought, Shen Zhongyu felt Both temples were throbbing with pain, and he leaned back, closed his eyes and calmed down, suppressing the inner demon.

He opened his eyes and saw Zhang Zhihe looking at him worriedly, and changed the subject: "Look at this wood, it's a good material for a puppet stand-in." "Puppet stand-in? Mister is planning to use stand-in method to remove the curse? "

"Well, I thought I'd have to go to Shuofang to see such a good thing. Now I'm short of a treasure, and I can remove the curse. Such a big piece of wood, I have to practice my hands first." Shen Zhongyu said, holding The silver light dagger turned on the wood, cut out a piece of wood, picked it up and weighed it, and then began to carve carefully.

Zhang Zhihe watched it for a long time, and said: "Sir, you can't use real fire. It would be troublesome to carve like this. If you don't mind, I can do it for you."

Shen Zhongyu glanced at him, and said: "No, you and I have different breaths. To be a substitute, you must have the same breath. If not, you must have the same breath. Unless you want to be a Taoist companion for me, the breath blends, Otherwise not."

Hearing this, Zhang Zhihe said: "I was too reckless. If I wait until I form a golden core, then the far water will not be able to help the near fire."

"Huh? Why do you want to form a golden core?" Shen Zhongyu asked a little strangely when he heard this.

"Master said, before I form the alchemy, I can't form a Taoist partner with others."

"Very... good," Shen Zhongyu asked with a strange expression upon hearing this, "Are you happy?"

"On the way to practice, you can't do without the wealth of the legal couple. My husband and I have a speculative agreement first, and I have the grace to save my life, and I have the virtue of raising a little bit later. If my husband doesn't dislike it, it is also a blessing." Zhang Zhihe said with a serious face. replied.

Shen Zhongyu looked at his sincere and honest eyes, and felt powerless in his heart. Couples, like-minded people, this reaction was really incomparably magnanimous, but it became even more evil, and said: "The Taoist couple I am talking about is a double-break. The people involved in the Dunlon affair."

"Eh?! Sir, take a break earlier. I haven't done my homework today. I'm going to make up for it now. I'm leaving now." Zhang Zhihe stood up suddenly and said in surprise.

Shen Zhongyu looked at the sky, thinking that the people of Kunlun Xianzong still have to do their homework in the middle of the night, maybe they are shy, and waved with a smile: "You go."

Hearing the smile in Shen Zhongyu's words, Zhang Zhihe felt that his face was getting hotter, he turned around and left, as if he had stepped on a ball of cotton on his leg, but his heart was filled with anger.

Seeing him forgetting to salute and running away like a cat that stepped on its tail, Shen Zhongyu finally burst out laughing, this silly boy is so cute.

Smiling and laughing, he couldn't help thinking deeply, I've also practiced Taoism for many years, why do I like to tease him so much?Thinking about it carefully, it turned out that I had vented on him the depression I had kept for many years, so I performed an autopsy and repaired it, but there was always a pent-up depression in my heart.Even because of this depression, he felt jealous towards Zhang Zhi and a junior.

How can a person in the righteous way be open-minded all the way, and why can't he reach the pinnacle if he cultivates the way of magic, but become the accumulation of the heavenly demon's alchemy? !

The pain of cultivating demons is unspeakable, the world is enemies, few relatives, walking alone, using demons to control demons, often suffers from ups and downs of seven emotions, burning body with yin and fire, but it doesn't matter, and the road ahead is cut off, that is the real truth despair.

If it weren't for such despair, he wouldn't have chosen to be reincarnated by dissecting the corpse, and the thousand years of penance would have been wasted.

As Shen Zhongyu thought about it, his heart fluctuated, and his inner demons arose again. At the same time, the Qingxin glazed lamp beside him shone brightly to drive away the inner demons.Shen Zhongyu calmed down, lay back and thought, what should I do if this goes on?

On the second day, Zhang Zhihe came to Shen Zhongyu with a sincere face, thinking that Shen Zhongyu's joking was too much, Shen Zhongyu cleared his mind, knew where his inner demons were, and responded with a serious face: "I have no virtue in my words. It was a mistake."

Seeing his frank response, Zhang Zhihe felt ashamed and felt that he was making a fuss too much, so he started another topic, saying: "This place is remote, without the protection of gods, it is difficult to be safe. I want to make another god here."

Hearing this, Shen Zhongyu secretly lamented that the Kunlun Immortal Sect had accumulated a lot. He deserved to be the suzerain, and the disciples in the sect could even preside over the matter of enshrining the gods. But seeing his normal face, after thinking about it, he turned around. The magic sect has never thought of conferring gods. Those gods naturally restrain the demon way, and they will destroy one when they see it;From this point of view, these big sects use conferring gods to maintain water and soil and regulate aura for themselves.

Thinking this way, he asked, "What materials do you want? Do you want to prepare any ceremony?"

"It doesn't need anything, I just want to find another spiritual creature with enlightened wisdom. That's right, I'm afraid I'll have to stay here for a while."

"It's okay." Shen Zhongyu raised the carving knife in his hand and said, "I'm just practicing my hand." As he said, the knife was scraped and sharpened on the small piece of wood in his hand, but after a few knives, a small man in clothes was carved out. Shen Zhongyu was somewhat similar, but Shen Zhongyu still left it after looking at it, feeling that something was not enough.

When Zhang Zhihe returned to the temple, he saw that there were still many people praying all night long. He revealed his identity as a fairy master, and directly used his power to overwhelm them, declaring that the evil way of evil gods is not the righteous way of gods, and their crimes should be punished, but even though the gods are dead , The fairy gate will last forever, and all the monarchs can settle down to their destiny and go home to keep their businesses.

The people present probably wanted to object, but after seeing the flying swords hovering in mid-air, they could only respond nonchalantly. There were also a few devout believers who were very excited, and rushed up to fight Zhang Zhihe with their knives out.

Seeing this, Zhang Zhihe flicked his fingers, his aura shook, and those people fainted to the ground. Then he simply distributed all the gold and silver treasures accumulated by the gods to everyone as wealth for their families.

After beating and dragging like this, all the people present were finally sent away. Zhang Zhihe wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought, this is even harder than getting up early in the morning to practice kung fu when he was a child.

After sending everyone away, Zhang Zhihe closed the door, set up a restraint, stepped around the altar, and let his spirit go, like a yellow swan holding high in the sky, like a white dragon diving in the abyss, trying to capture A little bit of spiritual faith, combined with the incense accumulated here over the years, re-refined the divine talisman as a support for conferring the gods.

Zhang Zhihe's spirit climbed up step by step like climbing a building, and finally overlooked the whole town, and saw that his luck was a dying sand fox, and with a touch of his spirit, he finally touched a little bit of spiritual faith.Zhang Zhihe took out three pillars of fresh incense from his sleeve pocket, lit it, and prayed silently, the spiritual beliefs inspired by heaven and earth came in a mighty way, passing through the streets and alleys like a breeze, no one saw or felt it.

Zhang Zhihe captured the power of the incense accumulated on the altar, formed seals with both hands, condensed the Dao Dao talisman and landed on the incense, gathered and compressed the power of the incense that was dense like smoke into a finger-sized divine seal, this place is in the west, and the ribbon is white , Yinniu is a crouching tiger, in response to the image of the white tiger in the west.

With a move of the hand, Lingxin, who was summoned into the shape of a sand fox, was afraid of the tiger on the seal, but he still reluctantly got into it and became one with the seal of God.

In the dark, the townspeople seemed to hear a tiger roaring in their ears, and then passers-by on the road noticed that there was sand and gravel for a while, but in a blink of an eye, the sky was clear and calm, and they wanted to say a few words, but they felt a burst of pain when they just opened their mouths. Heart palpitations, hurried to the house.

Seeing that the divine seal was completed, Zhang Zhihe threw it into the void, and it naturally fell into an unknown void. Looking back at the altar, Zhang Zhihe vaguely saw a white-faced head eating The tiger, seeing Zhang Zhihe looking at him, the tiger also stopped and nodded to him as a salute.

Zhang Zhihe bowed his hand, this time he conferred the gods with the intention of suppressing evil spirits with the help of the spirit of the White Tiger of the Western Heaven.After all, as long as the gods have incense, it is easiest to come back from the dead. Now that the White Tiger God is here to suppress it, it will be difficult for that fox to stand up.Besides, although the White Tiger God is a god of punishment and martial arts, he is also upright, and he is not afraid of doing evil.