Chapter 324 Painting Into the Temple

Now, after careful observation, Yi Shuyuan has determined that although the ghosts in this painting are different, the evil spirits are not the real evil spirits. Although they are definitely sensitive to external evil spirits, they are still different in essence.

By analogy, some are like the aura of a person at different stages due to the interweaving of personality, mood, fortune and other aspects, but the difference is that people will change and are easily affected.

Although the characteristics of the painting will also change, the basic aspects are more like a symbol left by the artist's imagination and writing. It is one of its own constituent elements and is difficult to be changed later.

Like the hundred ghosts in the picture, if all of them come out, many of them may become big evil spirits.

But if you think about it differently, they are also a group of beings with extraordinary characteristics. If they are guided in the right way, they may not be able to become a good party.

The artist who mainly painted these paintings was a very pure person. Especially when he painted the Hundred Ghosts, there was no resentment or evil in his heart. Therefore, the weirdness and evilness of the Hundred Ghosts presented in his paintings are also very pure characteristics of the picture.

On the contrary, when painting the portrait of the true king, the painter did have a relatively strong emotional tendency and wanted to be protected by the gods.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan was standing in front of the painting of hundreds of ghosts. The divine light on his body gradually became apparent, and it appeared in front of the painting from a vague state.

Yi Shuyuan raised his golden arm and stretched out a finger to lightly touch the scroll.

There was a burst of golden light all over the Hundred Ghosts Picture, and then the picture scroll turned upwards and slowly floated up, flying over the surrounding tree crowns and facing the stars in the sky.

Yi Shuyuan stepped out into the air to follow, and then the scroll followed the divine light and flew to the sky, to the surrounding mountains and forests, and to the surrounding rivers.

"This is the aura of heaven and earth, the moonlight and starlight. You can be regarded as ghosts and spirits in the painting. It's a pity that you can't see the magnificent mountains and rivers in the daytime. Do you want to see it?"

There is silence on the scroll of Hundred Ghosts. In front of the Xian Sheng True Monarch, even though he is ignorant at first, the ghosts in the painting still have an instinctive fear, and he knows that what is standing outside must not be provoked.

But the atmosphere in this silence is also very active, and it is obvious that the painting is not peaceful.

At this time, Yi Shuyuan's temperament also had the influence of the Xian Sheng Zhenjun in the hearts of all people, with the majesty of divinity, but he was also as tolerant as discerning, and saw the "pretending to be dead" silence in the painting. , couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahahaha."

"You will have a chance to come out later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the divine light flew back with the scroll and landed in front of the bonfire and on Shao Zhen's trunk.

The scroll was refolded and automatically returned to the box, and everything returned to calm, except for the occasional "crackling" sound from the firewood in the campfire.

"Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao"

A hand shook Shao Zhen's arm, causing Shao Zhen, who was resting his head on his knees, to wake up.

"ah?"

Shao Zhen looked around and then at the old Miao Zhu who was shaking him, and finally realized that he fell asleep during the vigil.

"Uh, haha, I understand that."

Lao Miaozhu shook his head.

"Mr. Shao is also a man with a big heart. He can sleep even now. Fortunately, the fire has not been extinguished. Go and rest."

Shao Zhen was a little embarrassed and could only get up to rest.

Lao Miaozhu watched Shao Zhen lying down on the side, and quickly fell asleep with even breathing. He couldn't help but look at the backpack that was close at hand. He felt uneasy looking at the cover, so he took another heavy piece of firewood and pressed it on it. On the back box.

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but laugh while watching. This old Miao Zhu was also a wonderful person.

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As the core of Dengzhou, Dengzhou City is undoubtedly the largest city in Dengzhou.

For people who are used to traveling all over the country, this is just the capital of Lingdong Province. But for the Zhou family who have been living within their own county since birth, this is an out-and-out journey. .

I spent two nights outside. The first night I slept in the wild, and the second night I stayed in a village threshing floor less than forty miles away from Dengzhou City.

At noon on New Year's Eve, the group of people involved in the mule cart finally arrived outside Dengzhou City.

However, the group just took a look at Dengzhou City and had no intention of entering the city immediately. Their destination was naturally the so-called Xian Sheng Zhenjun Head Temple.

It is a large temple by the Datong River outside the city that no one passing by can ignore.

The temple building is not very fancy and exaggerated, but it has an angular and heavy feeling and solemnity. Pilgrims are coming in and out one after another.

"That's the Zhenjun Temple in Dengzhou. Legend has it that the Xiansheng Zhenjun became a god there!"

Even Yi Shuyuan himself didn't know about this legend, but he obviously didn't care. By now, he had turned into a divine light and flown into the temple.

As Yi Shuyuan had been paying attention to during this period, the child's condition in the backyard was much better than a few days ago. Although he was still bedridden, he had regained consciousness.

At least I can swallow medicine and food independently without having to be carefully attended to by others, and the food is no longer completely liquid.

Mai Lingfei still comes to the temple every day. He needs to continue to use his innate wisdom to help the child recuperate. Although Chi Qinghu can leave, in this case, he also chooses to stay, which can be regarded as the same as the world. Get in touch with experts to find out more.

However, these two people do not need to stay in the temple all the time. They spend most of their time outside, asking about the children's families and competing in martial arts from time to time.

At this moment, Chen Han had just finished feeding the child a bowl of porridge. The child was still lying on the bed without much strength. He wanted to open his mouth to speak but could not make a sound, only the sound of "uh huh".

"Rest, don't be afraid, you will get better."

Chen Han's voice was as gentle as possible and gave the child a sense of peace of mind. He nodded and continued to lie down.

Now it's very difficult to get out of bed and walk, and I can't speak. The child's heart is full of loneliness and hesitation, and he also knows from the conversations of pilgrims passing by outside that today should be the New Year's Eve.

He was originally looking forward to his parents cooking something delicious for New Year's Eve.

But I couldn't help but remember some bad words in my heart, giving rise to infinite fear.

Some people in the village once gossiped that they had become a burden to their parents, and more than one person was talking behind their backs about asking their parents to give up and give birth to a healthy child, and not allow other children to play with him for fear of being infected with evil spirits.

There were two tears in the corners of the child's eyes unconsciously.

"well"

Chen Han sighed softly and stood up with the bowl and spoon. The child's voice was a non-pathological defect, perhaps related to the ghost.

In addition, the child himself is illiterate, so it is still unclear where the child's home is, but Chen Han is not worried about this. She believes that since the true king has come, everything will be solved easily, and the evil behind it will not cause trouble.

At this moment, Chen Han suddenly seemed to notice something and hurriedly walked out of the house and looked in the direction of the Demon-Conquering Hall.

"The child's parents have already arrived outside the temple."

The sound was not loud but mighty, as if it was reverberating throughout the entire Zhenjun Temple.

It’s Zhenjun!

Chen Han felt happy, grabbed the bowl and rushed back into the house, saying to the child on the bed.

"Son, your parents will be here soon. I'll pick them up!"

The child was obviously stunned for a moment, and then suddenly looked towards the door. Chen Han could clearly detect the gradually glowing look and expectation in the depths of his eyes.

Such a rapid change of expression in the eyes of a mortal, to put it more exaggeratedly, is like the feeling of a dying person suddenly coming to life, which made Chen Han stunned for a moment.

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon!"

Chen Han hurriedly left with the bowl in hand. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the front yard of the temple. He walked out of the temple door steps and glanced at the people entering and leaving the city and the pilgrims coming in and out. At first sight, he saw what was going on. The approaching mule cart and a group of four people beside it.

When they saw a woman with outstanding temperament walking out of the gate of Zhenjun Temple, and some of the pilgrims around her respected her, it naturally attracted the attention of Lao Miao Zhu and others.

What's more, the woman was obviously looking at them with a smile.

The mule cart quickly arrived outside the temple, and the woman also walked towards him. Before the old man could speak, the woman spoke first.

"My name is Chen Han, and I am the temple blessing of the Zhenjun Temple. I guess these two are the parents of the child, right? Our child is resting in the backyard. Although he is still very weak, he is not in danger of life!"

"The child is here!" "Really here?"

The Zhou family and his wife were excited for a while, and Lao Miao Zhu and Shao Zhen on the side also looked surprised. They hadn't explained their purpose of coming yet.

"It's really here. Please follow me!"

Chen Han's voice seemed to have a calming power, and it also calmed down the excited Zhou family.

The mule cart was tied to a stake outside the temple. Several people followed Chen Han into the temple. Pilgrims greeted them constantly along the way. A strong smell of incense and candles floated in the temple, but it was not offensive.

The main hall of the temple is facing the Datong River. When a group of people passed by, Shao Zhen and others subconsciously looked into the hall. The Xian Sheng Zhenjun looked at all living beings as if he was watching them.

That's the look! The eyes of the Demon-Conquering Saint!

Shao Zhen felt a little more excited, knowing that he could understand the mystery of the God of Painting, and it was only given by Zhenjun!

But at this moment, Chen Han couldn't help but widen her eyes. She was a demon in disguise after all. At this moment, she saw a divine light emerging from the statue of the god, and the Holy Lord appeared step by step.

Even if there were many pilgrims around, even if Shao Zhen and others were right beside him, Chen Han couldn't help but bow respectfully immediately.

Of course, in the eyes of others, this seemed to be Miao Zhu's respect for the statue, so Lao Miao Zhu and others also bowed to the statue after seeing this. Although the Zhou family and his wife were anxious, they still bowed many times.

"No need to be polite, let's go see the child together!"

Chen Han nodded without saying a word, straightened up and led people to the backyard.

Lao Miao Zhu was puzzled. The way Miao Zhu nodded just now seemed to be responding to something.

In the living room in the backyard, a group of people followed Chen Han into the house. Although the Zhou couple had been warned, they could not help but be excited when they entered the house and saw the child.

"Child-" "Child!"

"Mother is here, mother is here!"

The two rushed to the bed, but did not dare to touch too much. They just carefully stroked the cheek of the child on the bed. The latter was obviously very excited. Like his parents, tears flowed out all at once.

At this moment, Chen Han took two steps slightly to one side. Lao Miao Zhu, who had been paying attention to her, was slightly surprised. Although he couldn't see it, he seemed to feel something different.

Out of sight of ordinary people, Yi Shuyuan was walking step by step, stretched out a hand and gradually spread it out. Inside was a piece of paper and a bunch of withered water plants.

Yi Shuyuan just blew lightly, and the water plants turned to dust. The shadows in them were blown back to the paper, and a faint white light flew towards the child on the bed.

"If you want to have a human voice, you need to practice on your own. Just like a demon turns into a bone and a spirit opens its orifices, you have to pay for the sins you have committed."

At this moment, white light flew into the child's body.

It was also at this moment that the silent voice of the sobbing child suddenly made a sound.

"mother"