Talk about the world of mortals in detail

At dinner time, three simple dishes and one soup are placed on the table in the kitchen. There are not many dishes but a lot of portions.

Except for Shao Zhen, everyone in the temple was here to eat. There was also a temple worker who came home late today because he was helping out, and he also stayed to have a meal together.

As for Shao Zhen, he didn't come after calling him, but just left some food for him. For him, tonight is destined to be another sleepless night.

However, unlike when he was at home, where he was mentally haggard due to hard thinking and seeking without success, Shao Zhen now can be said to be full of energy and full of energy.

Cinnabar, bluestone and other paints have been mixed on the small table next to it, and the picture of a hundred ghosts has already been placed on the table.

Shao Zhen held a pen with no ink on it, and it had been hanging on the painting for half an hour. Ordinary people's arms would be sore at this time, but he seemed not to notice it.

At this time, Shao Zhen was thinking about Yi Shuyuan's appearance just now, or Yi Shuyuan's "changed" appearance. That feeling was not clear and smooth, but it did exist.

This is the formless ghost!

"No form, no form."

Shao Zhen murmured in his mouth, and it was late at night before he knew it. It was only at this moment that the pen in his hand slowly came down.

Just because it was not stained with ink, the pen did not leave any traces when it fell, but Shao Zhen did not stop, as if there was no ink, but his eyes could see the traces of the pen crossing the paper.

In the upper center of the scroll, there is a slightly raised hand of Wuxianggui, as if holding an invisible piece of dough in the invisible traces passed by the pen tip.

Shao Zhen painted this inkless painting extremely carefully. It wasn't until half an hour passed that he seemed to have finished the painting without leaving any trace at all. At this moment, he stretched out his pen to the small table on one side and painted it on Ink.

But the ink did not hit the hand that had just been painted. Instead, it went to the other hand, and with a few simple strokes, it was stained with dots of cinnabar.

One hand holds the invisible face, and the other hand gently holds a pen. The pen is long and slender, but the tip is red dots of cinnabar. It looks a bit like a woman's thrush pen, but it is half an arm long.

When the red dot of cinnabar was drawn on the tip of the pen, Shao Zhen calmed down and just stared blankly at the ghost on the scroll.

It seems that the painting depicts Mr. Yi's changing feelings in the evening, but it seems a little different. It seems that the painting is complete, but it seems a little unsure.

Yes, I don’t feel that way!

What kind of feeling? Naturally, he has the same feeling of spying on the outside world as the other Hundred Ghosts.

Even though the painting has been completed, the formless ghost still stands quietly. Surrounded by hundreds of ghosts, there is no feeling of spiritual overflow, but it seems that it is no longer just an empty shell.

Is it because the face is not painted?

Although Shao Zhen also had this idea in his heart, he was unwilling to start painting anymore. He thought the painting was complete.

As Mr. Yi said, just as Mr. Yi changed it, there is no form and no form. How can it be called no form if a real face is painted? Perhaps formlessness is supposed to be so elusive!

"call"

Shao Zhen put down his pen, with a smile on his face and contentment in his heart, but there was still an empty place.

"Gu~~~"

His stomach began to growl, and now Shao Zhen felt hungry. He looked around the room and saw that except for tea, there was nothing else to eat.

When Shao Zhen was feeling hungry, he heard footsteps outside the door. He tightened his clothes and walked to the door. When he opened the door, he saw Qi Zhongbin walking towards him.

"Oh, Mr. Shao is really not asleep yet?"

"Uh, yes, Qi Tianshi, you're still up so late?"

Shao Zhen looked at Qi Zhongbin who was dressed neatly. He didn't look like he was just getting up at night.

"I haven't slept yet. I went to a night ritual. I just came back. I saw the lights in Mr. Shao's room, so I came over to take a look. Could it be that Mr. Shao painted from dusk to now?"

"That's right"

Qi Zhongbin smiled and pointed to the kitchen.

"Mr. Shao, you must be hungry. There is food left for you in the kitchen, covered in a pot. If you are hungry, go and eat."

"Really, thank you very much!"

Shao Zhen perked up, quickly took out the light from the house and covered it with his hands, and went to the kitchen. He opened the lid of the pot. There was food on the bamboo shelf above. The water at the bottom of the pot was still warm, so the food was not completely cold. , and still exudes fragrance.

With his saliva secreting like crazy, Shao Zhen couldn't care less, picked up his chopsticks and started eating directly at the stove.

Qi Zhongbin on the other side looked at Shao Zhen's room, smiled slightly, and then went back to his own room.

However, in Shao Zhen's dimly lit room, a person appeared in front of the desk. It was Yi Shuyuan. He looked at the scroll on the desk with a smile on his face.

Shao Zhen's painting of the formless ghost is naturally based on the feeling of observing Yi Shuyuan's "changes" in the evening. This is naturally a help to Yi Shuyuan, but at the same time, the change of direction can also be regarded as a help to Yi Shuyuan himself.

At this moment, the painting of the formless ghost is completed, but it is not just Shao Zhen's painting that is completed.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan took a step forward, his body turned into a faint white light, and jumped directly into the painting. The moment he got close to the scroll, his body shape merged with that of the formless ghost.

Huh~

Yi Shuyuan appeared on the mountaintop in the painting, just as he did on the night of the Lantern Festival.

But at this moment, he fell and no longer looked like outside the painting. A strange yin energy filled the top of the mountain, and he unknowingly changed to match the painting.

What appeared on the top of the mountain was a figure in gray clothes with a blurred face in the mist.

The left hand was not empty, but a white mask, which happened to be worn by the figure on the face in the haze.

What appeared in his right hand was a slender pen, almost as long as a cigarette rod. After rotating the fingertips once, the red pen tip pointed towards the face and lightly stroked the mouth of the mask. The mask seemed to reveal the holes for the lips, and the inside of the mask seemed to be exposed. Appearance of red lips and white teeth

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's mind also changed slightly. Wu Xiang originally did not have any innate emotions, but due to the impression of the Hundred Ghost Pictures and Shao Zhen's mind, as well as the previous changes by the river to Yi Shuyuan, he showed three evil things. There is a fundamental difference between the evil that is on the other side of the Heavenly Demon Transformation and conforms to the Way of Heaven.

It seems that this kind of evil has a kind of evil charm, a kind of weirdness, and also seems to have a bit of playfulness.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan turned the slender pen that was as long as a pipe upside down, bit the end of the pen in his mouth, straightened his clothes with a smile, and looked sideways at the surroundings.

The eyes of the mask were hollow, but the lips and teeth could be seen in the mouth. The formless ghost glanced at it, and all the ghosts around it were shocked!

But just like the scene outside the painting, the hundred ghosts maintained the same posture and did not move, just looking up or paying attention. All the ghosts and monsters were looking at the formless ghost, just like the scene outside the painting, and also with the same horror as the scene outside the painting.

In the entire Hundred Ghosts Picture, only Wuxiang is moving!

"Shhh"

Before Yi Shuyuan picked up the pen and erected the mask, he softly "shhh", and then the fog on the top of the mountain gradually intensified, and then slowly dissipated after a while, but the presence of the formless ghost was no longer there.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan, who had turned into a formless ghost, had appeared outside the scroll. On the Hundred Ghosts Picture, at the original center, there was only a vague outline of a human figure, as if made of mist!

"This change, I will take it away!"

Although Yi Shuyuan had originally thought of ghost changes, it was obvious that the changes he once thought of would not reach the heights of today.

Through this change, he deduced and understood another brilliant illusion.

Drawing on the experience of his previous life, Yi Shuyuan appropriately named it - Painted Skin!

Then, the formless ghost's figure stepped forward and disappeared into the room like mist.

In another room, Qi Zhongbin, who was just about to take off his boots, was suddenly startled, and then frowned.

The next moment, the "hairpin" from Qi Zhongbin's bun flew out, and instantly flew into his hand and turned into a weapon of heaven.

"Bang~"

Qi Zhongbin's figure was like a blurry afterimage. The moment the door opened, he had already appeared at the steps in the backyard near the water. He was holding the Tiangang mace, and a faint light shone on the magic weapon. His eyes were swept in all directions, but it was difficult to find it. It feels like just now.

illusion? No, it's impossible!

Qi Zhongbin looked at the Demon Subduing Hall again. Although the door of the hall was closed at the moment, the light of the ever-burning lamp inside was not extinguished. He then looked at another room, where the master was.

Nothing evil dares to cause trouble here, neither the true king nor the master moves, so.

Qi Zhongbin gradually came to his senses. He could sense it. How could Master and Xian Sheng Zhenjun not know about it?

"Boy Qi, are you overreacting?"

Qi Zhongbin was slightly startled when Hui Mian's voice came. He turned his head to look at the river and saw Hui Mian standing on the steps under the moonlight.

"Senior Hui, haven't you rested yet?"

"No, let's play with a friend and share some tributes!"

Qi Zhongbin grinned. Only Senior Gray would take this kind of thing so naturally, but if he thought about it carefully, many of these tributes were originally given to him.

"Go and rest."

"yes!"

Qi Zhongbin held the Tiangang mace in his hand and bowed before going back to the house.

On the river, the head of the big snake surfaced secretly.

"Ouch, you almost scared me to death, Senior Hui, luckily you are here, otherwise the master would have given me a whipping."

Hui Mian turned to look at the big snake, feeling angry.

"What are you thinking about? Mr. Qi is not an indiscriminate person. Who in the temple except Shao Zhen doesn't know about your evil spirit?"

Over in the kitchen, Shao Zhen was too hungry and had already swept away the leftovers. He even washed the dishes and chopsticks with the warm water in the pot, and then went back with the lamp to protect the light.

When he arrived in the room and put down the lampstand, Shao Zhen immediately noticed something was wrong.

"Hey, the painting seems to have changed!"

Shao Zhen looked carefully at the picture of Hundred Ghosts. A layer of mist appeared at Wuxiang's position in the painting, and Wuxiang's figure was blurred. The mist was more like the spread of ink on the scroll, but it looked so natural and dreamlike. The illusionary feeling also brings out the mystery of formlessness.

The ghost seems to be still in the painting, but it also seems to be no longer in the painting.

The changes in the painting were also a kind of positive feedback for Shao Zhen, letting him know that he had really painted it. He stood in front of the painting blankly, feeling doubtful, confused and vaguely excited, but in the end he became calm again.

"Hey Hey"

Shao Zhen smiled. The time he spent painting the Hundred Ghosts was really like where Wu Xiang was at this moment, like a dream!

Can have a good sleep!