Poor monk quit eating [entertainment]

41 Book is not a fairy tale

Shi Zhengqing's wrist was covered with the magic wheel, and he calmed down a lot. Looking at the beautiful woman in the painting in front of him, it seemed that he was no longer a beautiful woman.

After all... the beautiful woman is the person in the painting, no matter how beautiful she is, her face is pale, like a drawing paper, with a sallow burnt color.

Shi Zhengqing stepped back even more, and put the hand wearing the magic wheel in front of his body. The beauty has always been low in humiliation, let alone a fairy in a painting. It has been hung and hung since ancient times, and it is regarded as a fairy The admirer suddenly told her that in fact, everyone regarded her as a monster, which was unbearable.

The beautiful woman in the painting stared, and stopped singing, and just walked forward step by step. While walking, her eyes aimed at quitting eating, but she completely threw Shi Zhengqing away.

Shi Zhengqing looked at Jie Chi worriedly.

Jie Chi shook his head at him, flipped his hand, and the Vajra Pestle came out of his hand like this, heading straight for the face of the person in the painting——

The person in the painting is not an ordinary person. When he saw the vajra coming with the shining Buddha light, he couldn't help but turn pale with fright. When he turned around, the whole person fell back flat and became just like a paper figure. It was really weightless. However, he was flexible and ingenious, and escaped the blow of the Vajra Pestle.

But where is it so easy to quit eating and let her go?

I saw that Jie Chi was chanting the Buddha's name in his mouth, and spread his hands out. While reciting the curse, his hands flew up and made a series of handprints. The handprints were so fast that Shi Zhengqing's mortal eyes could not see him at all. Exactly what kind of posture his hands were doing, but he could actually feel that the hands that he had stopped eating were carrying a sharp lightning, and when he touched it, it turned out to be with the sound of thunder and lightning, hitting the surroundings and crackling.

Shi Zhengqing was so frightened that he couldn't close his mouth.

The person in the painting is worse than him.

Shi Zhengqing is a mortal, the lightning and thunder in this handprint did not hurt him, but the person in the painting is different, she is a monster, how can she stand the thunder and lightning?

Rumble!

Lightning is even worse.

The person in the painting screamed and jumped up, and the paper-like body also jumped back and forth, avoiding the thunder and lightning.

But how could he let her go?

Appearing like this and trying to avoid it in a daze, it can be seen that the person in this painting is by no means a good person. If he is a good person, why should he be afraid of the thunder and lightning judgment of Buddhism?

Although he didn't even know how he made a series of demon handprints, but this did not affect his judgment of the current situation: "Monster! This is a bright world, how can you do evil under the blue sky and white sun?"

Shi Zhengqing opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything, and he didn't point out the mistakes in what he said - it should be midnight now, and there is nothing bright and bright.

Although Shi Zhengqing gave face very much, but the person in the painting didn't intend to give face.

She yelled angrily: "You bastard monk! How can there be a blue sky and a bright day? It's a big night! Since I am a monster, of course I came out at night! If you don't let me out during the day, you won't let me out at night." Let me out, you don't want me to live!" Cursing, she began to cry——

Quit was taken aback for a moment, but was puzzled: "You are the person in the painting, if you cry, is it because the painting will get soaked and worse, or will you cry out all the water on the paper and let it weather?"

Thanks to Mr. Tang, who taught him some common sense related to the preservation of antiques.

The person in the painting trembled with anger when she heard it, but she was inferior to others, and there was nowhere to cry. Isn't the big living person He Ajiu!

But the person in the painting is just a piece of paper left.

It's just a back view, not a front face.

He Ajiu's eyes were closed tightly, and she seemed to be in a coma.

Jie Chi breathed a sigh of relief: "Monster, you actually use the mortal body, I really can't keep you!"

The person in the painting, who was righteously avenging himself just now, was so frightened that he knelt down with a plop - even though it was just a piece of paper, it kneeled really neatly, but it was a bit indiscriminate between pros and cons, but it didn't affect others.

The person in the painting said: "Master, please don't kill me!" She didn't cry this time, Qiqi Ai said, "Although I got on a mortal body, I also took care of her body by the way. Otherwise, how could she be so beautiful!"

Shi Zhengqing patted Jie Chi's shoulder lightly and let Jie Chi take a look at He Ajiu who was unconscious over there - sure enough, although she turned out to be white and fat with a loli face and baby fat, she was old after all, and her face It's still a bit dark, a man named a makeup artist told Jie Chi that it was dull, but now looking at He Ajiu, the dullness is gone, the baby fat has disappeared, and it looks good Quite a lot.

The person in the painting hastily begged: "I gave it to her by laying on her body. She is a mortal anyway, and I can only damage her a little, so she can be raised back, but beauty cannot be brought back!" He said it outrightly, as if she made He Ajiu look better and had nothing to do with herself.

Jie Chi sneered: "Say it again, this is only for her, not for yourself?"

The person in the painting trembled and was too frightened to speak again.

Jie Chi stretched out his hand to pick up the vajra he threw on the ground: "I just put you in it and take you back tomorrow, you live your life in the painting obediently, and if I see you again, I will kill you. "

His threat was really frightening, and the person in the painting hurriedly cried out: "Please don't hurt my life, master! I was originally a portrait of a beauty, but because my appearance is too beautiful, no one can draw it, so I just drew a picture of it." The back view is me." She bowed again, "I am just a mortal artifact, if you kill me, the painting will be destroyed, so that no one will know whose portrait I am, and who is my original portrait. dead."

The person in the painting sobbed twice: "Please don't kill me, master, I also want to know who made me, so I have been refusing to leave, lingering on the form in the painting, this time I will follow because I want Let people know me..."

The person in the painting said this, but he really didn't believe it at all.

Maybe the person in the painting is indeed a portrait of a beauty, and maybe it is true that no one can draw a peerless beauty, so they chose her back to stand there as a beauty... However, the words of the person in this painting are too fake to be convincing. convince.

Not just unconvincing.

The hands that quit eating were lifted up, turned a handprint and hit the forehead of the person in the painting——

With two slaps, the person in the painting staggered, and when he turned around, he saw that the person in the painting already had a face. Although this face was very "violent", it could barely express her personality. The person in the painting slowly opened her eyes, she didn't look in the mirror, she just raised her eyes to look at Jie Chi, and said with a wry smile: "Master...you really don't believe it, right?"

Not to mention abstaining from eating, Shi Zhengqing didn't believe what she said either!

The person in the painting can only sigh: "I live by cannibalism and fear," she said, pointing to He Ajiu, and said, "This girl is afraid that if she regains her original appearance, she will be caught and pestered by her ex, so she will toss herself , I just want to let her change back to that beautiful her—look at me!" She said, looking at Shi Zhengqing again, "You are afraid of so many things, but the thing you are most afraid of is your mother You were hurt, so I let you be dominated by fear all the time... I just didn't expect that the monk next to you is really a good man!" As she said, she let out a long cry, got into the vent, and disappeared——

The scenery of the office building has also changed, and the surrounding corridors that were originally too long to see the end have also changed back to the corridors of the office building of Pinhe Films.

There is also He Ajiu who has become more beautiful lying in the corridor.

Shi Zhengqing and Ji Chi looked at each other, helplessly helped He Ajiu up and put her back into her practice room—fortunately, everyone in this building seemed to be asleep... The lights flickered, and the two of them also fell asleep. Walked out of the building, and the people in the building woke up with the flickering lights.

That horrible person in the painting...she is really embarrassingly cheap.

Shi Zhengqing felt that it was good that she was a person in the painting. If she were a real person...it would be so hard that her own mother would not even recognize her.

I've never seen such a cheap person!

Shi Zhengqing's exclamation is also an exclamation of quitting eating.

I really don't know what the evildoer in the painting is trying to do.

If she just wants to make trouble, she can make trouble in the Forbidden City as well, but... she seems to be more than just trying to make trouble—she is the kind who beats people in the face, and curses just to expose her faults... ... No matter what happened to the other party, she insisted on stabbing a knife in the heart of the person, and sometimes the knife had to be twisted.

Jie Chi frowned, thinking that he had heard of this monster before.

At that time, people still believed in ghosts and ghosts, and they had inexplicable worship of gods and Buddhas in the sky, so...he often heard some weird stories when he was a child, for example, he heard that some people ate food because they passed by the mountain temple. He was eaten by a tiger before returning the offering...Now he feels a little pitiful when he hears it. After all, he is only a tiger, and he can also be defeated. But when he heard this kind of legend when he was a child, he really felt that It was scary... So, he also remembered some ghost stories his senior brother told him.

There is a kind of ghost that likes to eat people's hearts.

Moreover, it is the heart that eats people's fear.

This kind of ghost is an evil ghost crawling out of hell. Because it has no heart, it eats people's hearts.

The people in this painting... are like evil spirits.

Jie Chi frowned, carefully recalling the legend related to the heart-eating ghost.

Many legends are lost in the passage of time.

The same goes for ghost stories.

There used to be evil ghosts who specialized in eating children, but in fact they turned into evil ghosts and became specialized baby-eaters. However, there were fewer and fewer baby-eaters, and people cared more and more about children. Until many years later, baby-eaters The ghosts are extremely hungry. There has been a famine for a long time just now, so that mortals have to eat their children. This is the real purpose of the baby-eaters. The so-called changing children to eat, comes from this.

And the Heart Eater is the same.

What I just can't figure out is why the heart-eater appears in a painting...and why...appears as a beautiful woman?

The author has something to say: quit eating: that is a heart eater

Film Emperor: Oh no!That stupid groundhog!Doesn't she know that my heart is given to you?How dare she? !I'm going to kick her ass hard!

Quit eating: Forget it, if you don’t hurt from kicking, let me do it.