Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Now that the gods have given advice, Shao Zhen no longer has any worries. How many people in the world can see the true god? If you have any doubts, you can ask them now.

"I also know that there seems to be something abnormal in the current painting, but if the picture in my mind is not painted, it will really make Shao even more uncomfortable. Previously, when a distant relative came to visit, something almost went wrong. At that time, my anger was half genuine. Fake."

Shao Zhen talked a lot, mainly about the Hundred Ghosts Picture. Before, a relative's child tore off a corner of the picture. Of course he was distressed and angry, but the expression was obviously a bit exaggerated. I have to say There are also mixed feelings of worry inside.

"It's not that something almost happened in your picture, it's that something happened already, but due to fate, it still bumped into me."

Shao Zhen was shocked when he heard the words of Lord Xian Sheng.

"What happened to a relative's child?"

Shao Zhen felt a little uneasy now. Paintings are just paintings after all, but if something happens to someone, it would be bad.

“His children were possessed by evil spirits, but fortunately they were able to live in peace with the help of the local Tu Tu Temple.”

Yi Shuyuan looked at the house in his dream. As he finished speaking, the picture of hundreds of ghosts seemed to float out. Shao Zhen looked at the picture scroll. As he looked, the various ghosts and monsters above seemed to come to life. .

This is also one of the situations that Shao Zhen often dreams about, as if the ghost in the painting is about to come out, and he will be very scared in such dreams.

It's just different today. The Holy Lord is right next to him. Although the ghosts in the painting seem to be alive, they are very "obedient" and dare not make any mistakes.

"Even so, that long-haired ghost caused a lot of trouble."

By now, Yi Shuyuan has understood that the "evil" investigated this time is very different from ordinary evil.

The long-haired ghost escaped, and his evil nature grew stronger and stronger outside the painting, and even grew incredibly strong in a place like the Tutu Temple.

Because the aura of the long-haired ghost itself is given by the painter, this kind of evil is different from the evil in the real sense. To a certain extent, it can be said to be a kind of purity of literary nature. The evil aura that is exposed and strengthened by the outside is the external one. filthy.

The old temple wishes to help people exorcise evil spirits, and then suppresses the paper in the earth temple, and the evil spirit from the outside world will dissipate.

But the aura-like evil aura given by the painter was inherent in the painting. The evil earth god in the painting was so insensitive that even she couldn't detect it.

And more ridiculous situations have occurred.

People from the countryside come to the Tutu Temple to worship. Everyone worships the statue of the god, and everyone faces the statue and the incense burner. The long-haired ghost is also worshiped by others. The ghosts in the paintings actually think that people are worshiping it, and they instinctively become gods. thought, because for the long-haired ghost, the Shinto is indeed a bright road.

But the long-haired ghost itself is a portrait, and it has no basic understanding of Shinto. It only thinks that the clay sculpture behind it is a god, so why can't it become a god if it is a painting?

It is also the fault of the Earth God himself for not being careful. Although this kind of small rural temple is relatively wild in nature, it has been accustomed to being comfortable for a long time, and does not pay much attention to the temple in daily practice.

Gods and statues pay attention to the combination of one image and the other, but now there is an additional "image" in the temple, which is a long-haired ghost image, and it will compete for incense.

It's just that the long-haired ghost still can't get these incense, because this is essentially the temple of the earth god, and it doesn't know how to occupy the magpie's nest. Instead, because of its operation, the earth god's dharma body, which is in harmony with the image, undergoes strange changes. I was even more influenced by the paintings and felt that my practice during this period was very smooth.

As for the ghost that entangled the child, it was actually the product of the long-haired ghost's hindsight. Its self-existence was about to be destroyed by the earth god, because although it brought bad influence, it was essentially doing something for the earth god. Making wedding clothes will die out sooner or later.

When Tutu Po transforms into a long-haired ghost, the original existence of the long-haired ghost is equivalent to being absorbed by Tutu Po.

It may be a big trouble for the land woman, or it may gradually get better, but for the long-haired ghost, it is completely over, because at most it will affect the land woman, and it is impossible to compete in the battle for spiritual intelligence. There is accumulation of Taoism and incense is constantly offered to the God of the land.

So I seized the opportunity and took advantage of the fact that the landlady was slightly drowsy during this period. The long-haired ghost's instinct for survival made the long-haired ghost try to escape. He spread out an evil spirit in the painting and entangled a child, constantly absorbing the child's energy to strengthen himself.

After that, he met a snake demon by the ditch. It was also the first time that the long-haired ghost saw a monster. It was obviously a more attractive existence than children. Unfortunately, the existence of monsters was very different from that of weak children.

Because Shao Zhen was a painter, Yi Shuyuan did not hold anything back. He explained clearly what he had seen and what he had deduced later.

It was already evening, and the child's family must have been very anxious.

Shao Zhen frowned and seemed a little overwhelmed after hearing this. He didn't expect that his painting could cause so many troubles.

"My family has only four walls. How can I compensate the family? How can I make amends to the God of the Earth?"

Yi Shuyuan's gaze shifted from Shao Zhen to the painting suspended in the air.

"Maybe just draw a picture."

Shao Zhen glanced at the Hundred Ghosts Picture, walked to the side of the deity in front of him, bowed respectfully and asked.

"Please tell me how Shao Zhen can make up for his mistakes."

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"I have already said that all it takes is one painting. A scroll of pictures by a talented artist can help a child and his family live and feed well!"

Shao Zhen nodded slightly when he heard the words. Thinking about himself now, if he paints carefully, he can still sell it for a certain price, and the money should be able to make up for some regrets.

"But what about the Earth God?"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the dream table aside. He walked out of the painting. Naturally, there was only white paper left on the table. Shao Zhen followed him and looked at the table.

"Don't you already understand how to draw the power of the gods? Just draw a picture of the earth!"

The problem of the Earth God is a problem with the Dharma. Yi Shuyuan used the power of Zhenjun's divine way to melt the evil spirits associated with the Dharma. The Earth God's sanity has been restored in advance, but the problem of the Dharma is not easy to solve for a while.

But if Shao Zhen takes action, with his skillful painting skills, it will be miraculous.

After hearing the words of Xian Sheng Zhenjun, Shao Zhen felt a little relieved and bowed respectfully again.

"Thank you very much for the guidance, Lord Demon-Suppressing Lord, for putting my mind at ease."

Saying this, Shao Zhen suddenly felt that the opportunity was rare, and saw that the Xian Sheng Zhenjun had been looking at the Hundred Ghosts Picture. He couldn't help but ask anxiously and expectantly.

"Zhenjun, I know that this Hundred Ghosts Picture may be ominous, but I, Shao Zhen, am really unwilling to finish it. Even if I want to destroy it, I have to wait until it is finished."

"Zhenjun, do you have any other advice?"

Yi Shuyuan looked at Shao Zhen on the side. His level of calligraphy was not low, and he was also very good at storytelling. But what about painting?

No, you don’t necessarily need to think purely from the perspective of painting, or the way of painting is not limited to pen and ink.

Yi Shuyuan recalled the step-by-step path of cultivation and the various changes he had taken since he entered Taoism. It was a mysterious portrayal.

Thinking like this, Yi Shuyuan was not in a hurry to speak, but looked around.

Because this is Shao Zhen's dream, the surroundings are not actually stable, and various changes in thoughts in the dream may lead to changes in the dream.

"Variety!"

"What?"

"The fact that you can draw a hundred ghosts is also a result of the changes in various artistic conceptions in your heart. The ghost in the center has an image but no face, because you also know that the one who can control a hundred ghosts is better than the changes of a hundred ghosts, and the hardships in his heart cannot be explained to outsiders! "

Shao Zhen did not dare to be disrespectful to the Xian Sheng True Monarch at all, but at this moment, he could not help but widen his eyes, and he was moved by a kind of close friend in his heart.

Or is this the god who can understand everything? Maybe there is only the True Monarch Xian Sheng!

"Zhenjun, you really made it clear that I am suffering from pain in my heart."

Yi Shuyuan slowly turned around, and the body of True Lord Xian Sheng was facing Shao Zhen, with an unpredictable look on his face.

"Perhaps you should see the true way of change, see the real way of change, the myriad of different energies, and the endless transformation of all kinds of wonderful things."

"Zhenjun, Zhenjun, can you make it clear!"

Shao Zhen's voice was trembling, because he was so excited that his body outside the dream world was shaking slightly.

Lao Miao Zhu, who had been not far away, noticed the situation and immediately felt something was wrong. He rushed to the bedside and checked carefully. He looked at the big bump on his forehead and the twitching of his body, and felt very uneasy.

"Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao, you must hold on. I'll find a doctor for you."

Laomiao Zhu didn't dare to support him anymore, so he tucked Shao Zhen into bed, picked up the mahogany stick and hurried out. Did he use too much force on that stick just now?

If he beat someone to death, he would really go to jail.

At a very old age, there are only a few years left to live, but it is still too depressing to lose all your wisdom in old age.

"Oh, the land god bless you. The true king bless you."

Laomiao Zhu sighed and hurried out. It was really unexpected that the source of evil spirits would encounter such a thing.

In the dream, Shao Zhen was still excited. If Yi Shuyuan hadn't been here, he would have woken up based on his state. Even so, the dream at this time became a little blurry and obviously very unstable.

Yi Shuyuan shook his head slightly, his divine body began to become blurry, and streaks of divine light were sucked back to the paper on the desk.

"Zhenjun, Zhenjun, please don't leave, Zhenjun——"

Shao Zhen became more and more excited, but when he rushed to the table, even the table seemed to have melted, and the statue of Zhenjun flew backwards. The more he tried to catch up, the less he could catch up.

"There is a person named Yi Daozi. He may know some wonderful techniques of transformation, and he may be able to solve your confusion."

The voice of the True Monarch Xian Sheng became more and more distant and blurry.

In urgency, Shao Zhen shouted.

"True Lord——"

At this moment, Shao Zhen's physical body also shouted, and his body shook violently and he woke up from his dream.

"Ho, ho, ho, true king."

Shao Zhen gasped, lying on the bed uneasy. He looked at the roof beams above in a daze, then turned to look around and found that he was lying on the bed covered with a quilt.

In other words, is everything a dream?

"Hiss ouch"

Why does your head hurt so much?

Shao Zhen couldn't help but take out his hand from the quilt and touch his forehead, and what he got was a big bag.