Chapter 773 Demon God Painting

There is no comeback or challenge. People like Zhen Youqian know Wu Chong's background better than anyone else.

After a brief moment of anger, they quickly gave up.

He took the initiative to provide most of the profits to Wu Chong, and also punished a series of officials who offended Wu Chong's subordinates. Zhen Youqian himself even led a few people to kneel outside Wu Chong's door all night. It wasn't until Wu Chong accepted their filial piety the next day that he felt relieved.

This is the change brought about by strength.

Wu Chong could lift the table, but they couldn't.

Because there is only one life.

The fish will die, but the net will not be broken. Even their desperate fight may not be able to hurt a finger of Wu Chong. So how to choose is decided from the beginning.

study.

Wu Chong walked to the window and pushed it open.

After Fei San was dealt with, the batch of secret books that had been impounded was delivered to him, and several large boxes full of them were piled outside. He didn't look at it for the time being, believing that Zhen Youqian and others wouldn't dare to fool him on such a trivial matter.

It's already dark outside.

The rooster began to crow, and the wild dog barked inside the box.

The vendors who got up early began to order tofu, and some people who were struggling to make ends meet started their busy day.

"Boss, how do you sell this little cabbage?"

"Maekei Sanwen."

The hawker had a smile on his face and discussed the price with the grocery shopping lady. Farther away, an old man frying fried dough sticks put the noodles he had mixed in his hands into the oil pan, and the aroma filled the air. The apprentice behind him once again missed the opportunity to steal lessons and was beating his chest. Little people have their own way of life. Even if it is the art of frying fried dough sticks, you have to learn it from a teacher.

A smile appeared on Wu Chong's lips.

He remembered that before he traveled to this world, his grandfather once worked as an apprentice in a breakfast shop. He learned the art of deep-fried dough sticks for seven years but still failed to learn the essence. The taste of fried dough sticks was always slightly worse than that of the old master, and he didn’t know whether it was because of the difference. Which process.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Wu Chong's thoughts wandered far away.

It had been a long time since he stopped to observe the life around him like this, and he didn't know when he started to live less and less like a human being.

"When I attain enlightenment, I will find a quiet place and live a good life."

After attaining Daluo enlightenment, no one should be able to murder him, and his safety is finally guaranteed.

Time passed, and two months passed in a flash.

"Sir, there is a Taoist priest outside who wants to visit you. He has a royal badge in his hand. We dare not refuse." Dai Yong walked in from outside, holding a greeting card in his hand.

"After enduring it for so long, you finally took action?" Wu Chong glanced at the greeting card Dai Yong sent in, and then opened it casually.

‘The twenty-seventh generation of the Tianshu Sect advocated Zhengchao and asked for an audience. ’

When he came to Jianghuaicheng to take office, he encountered an assassination.

At that time, Wu Chong thought that there would be a series of calculations and targets after arriving in Jianghuai City. Unexpectedly, it was just a test, and there was no movement after that. Jianghuai City has not heard of any forces related to the royal family. Except for Zhen Youqian and this group of local gangsters, there are no other forces.

Even the four major Xiantian families have only one stronghold here. This Jianghuai City is like a forgotten place.

"Bring people in."

Wu Chong threw the invitation aside.

Leaving the confines of the Ling family, you will gradually come into contact with some things. Otherwise, if you stay in the Jiangnan area, everything you come into contact with is directed towards the Ling family. This will not be of great benefit to his path of eroding the entire world. .

"yes."

Dai Yong responded and went to pick up people at the door.

After a while, I watched him lead a Taoist priest to the main hall.

"Zhang Zhengchao, a poor man, has met the Governor-General."

After the Taoist entered the door and saw Wu Chong sitting on the main seat, he immediately bowed and saluted. There was no mistake in etiquette. It seemed that I had inquired about his habits before coming here.

"Are you representing the royal family or yourself?"

"Represent yourself." Zhang Zhengchao said seriously.

"oh?"

Wu Chong was a little surprised.

"What do you want from me?"

"I would like to invite you to join our Heavenly Book Sect."

Taoist Zhang Zhengchao stood up straight, looked directly at Wu Chong, and expressed his intention without any concealment. He had studied Mr. Wu before coming here and knew his character.

Wu Chong liked this kind of straightforward conversation. If this person was beating around the bush, he would kick the person out within three sentences. But now that the other party said this, he became interested.

"I don't serve as a good official in the imperial court, so why don't I become a Taoist priest with you?"

"You don't need to become a monk, you just need to have a name." As he spoke, Zhang Zhengchao took out a scroll from behind and unfolded it.

"Your Excellency is born to be a member of our Celestial Master Way. I have specially collected your works in the past two years."

While speaking, the Taoist unfolded the scroll in his hand.

Lonely lantern fishing night.

It is a painting painted by Wu Chong a year ago.

At that time, it was sold for a high price of three thousand taels of silver. Unexpectedly, it ended up in the hands of this Taoist priest.

The moment the scroll was unfolded, everyone in the room heard the sound of water and the intermittent sound of the piano. The fishing boat on the scroll seemed to come alive, swaying on the lake, and the lights on the boat rippled with the fluctuations of the water. People feel lonely and lonely.

"This is indeed my painting."

Wu Chong was unmoved. He had painted many similar paintings over the years.

Naturally, it is impossible to follow the other party just because the other party comes up with his own words. It really depends on whether the Taoist priest can come up with something useful.

"This is a painting by Pindao's seventh-generation ancestor. Sir, please take a look at it."

As if he had guessed Wu Chong's thoughts, the Taoist once again took out a picture scroll from his back.

Slowly unfold it in front of Wu Chong.

This painting looks older than Wu Chong's paintings. The corners of the scroll are a little faded, and the paper at the corners is a little yellowed.

Just such an old painting suddenly becomes different after the scroll is unfolded. Dead silence and a breath of despair came to my face. This is a painting of gods and Buddhas, with nearly three-quarters of the area occupied by black. It was obviously just ordinary black, but when the scroll was unfolded, the darkness inside seemed to erode reality, and even the light in the room dimmed.

Wu Chong narrowed his eyes.

The third realm of calligraphy and painting, ‘God’!

The scroll was completely unfolded, and the original darkness seemed to be suddenly dispersed. Except for three-quarters of the darkness in the picture, there is a small temple at the bottom, a dilapidated temple with an old man inside and a lamp on the table.

The flames of the remaining lamps illuminated the remaining space. Outside, in the darkness, a huge demon god peered at the ruined temple, daring not to enter.

hiss! !

Dai Yong and others who were watching the painting all took a few steps back, as if they were frightened by the demon in the painting.

"This painting is good."

Wu Chong nodded appreciatively. No matter what the Taoist's purpose was, the painting in front of him was worth a visit to the Heavenly Book Gate.

I originally thought that no one in this world except myself could push the art of calligraphy and painting to the third stage. Now it seems that there are still some capable people in this world, at least the Taoist priest Zhang Zhengchao is one of them.

Under the original rules of the world, pushing the art of calligraphy and painting to this point is enough to prove that the other party is extraordinary.

Wu Chong's family knows his own affairs, and his current state of calligraphy and painting was obtained by chance. If he really followed the rules of this world, he would never be able to achieve his current achievements.

"I accepted it."

Wu Chong waved his hand and sucked the painting into his hand.

? ? ?

I didn’t say I wanted to give it away!

The corners of Zhang Zhengchao's eyes twitched twice. He knew that this gentleman was 'not sticking to trivial matters', but he didn't expect him to be so 'unfettered to trivial matters'. Looking at the scroll that the other party put in his sleeve, Zhang Zhengchao felt a pain in his body.

If the painting doesn't come back, people must be invited.

When he came here, he made sure to invite Wu Chong to join the Tianshu Sect. This involves the inheritance of their Heavenly Book Sect and the interests of more people.

"In addition to the seven generations of ancestors in my Tianshu Sect, there are six ancestors who are proficient in calligraphy and painting. I wonder if your Excellency has ever heard of the Four Realms of Calligraphy and Painting?"

"I heard something."

"The Four Realms of Calligraphy and Painting is the school founded by the thirteenth generation ancestor of my Tianshu Sect."

Having said this, Zhang Zhengchao didn't say anything more. He knew that inviting people like Wu Chong was going too far and that he was the one who really made the decision.