"It's a youkai!"

The old Taoist priest pointed to the person in the painting, with a look of horror on his face. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 But looking at that demeanor, if it weren't for Fang Cai making a grimace to scare him, I'm afraid that the old Taoist priest would think that he was more like a fairy.

The leader pondered the sentence for a moment and said with a smile: "I once heard that in ancient times, there were novels about gods and demons, and folk scripts. Among them, there are two special existences, a fairy and a demon, each with a painting in front. ”

"Painting immortals, painting demons?"

The old Taoist priest thought for a moment: "Indeed.... I once heard the master say that this is a kind of elf, which is conceived by nature or man, and belongs to a special ...... Phew, how could there be any such things. ”

The leader waved his hand: "Old Daoist, don't think like that, otherwise what would you say about the monster you encountered before? He is now standing in the painting, saluting to the peach tree." ”

The old Taoist priest was speechless for a while, he was already a little incoherent, and his head was a little confused. Now it's just to paralyze myself, so I can't even figure out the logic.

Originally, he was afraid, but he was not afraid when he saw the abnormality of the picture scroll, but when it came to monsters, he was afraid again, so he turned back and forth, he believed that he had seen monsters, but he did not admit the existence of monsters.

They looked at the scroll, the old Taoist priest kept muttering, while the little Taoist priest wiped his sweat and watched the four seasons in the scroll without blinking.

The leader stands in front of the picture scroll, he has the temperament of a superior person, if he follows the model in the mythological novel, a leader with righteousness like himself will not be entangled by demons.

Of course, the so-called righteousness is just his own words, and it is purely self-boasting.

The scenery in the painting scroll changed, and suddenly began to be a little blurry, as if the ink was about to evaporate, and began to shake.

"What's going on?"

The leader was stunned, and the appraisers and experts on the side hurriedly stepped forward to identify.

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Chen Yuan stood under the peach tree, those villagers came to his side, and the leading man clasped his fists at Chen Yuan, looking at him with respect in his eyes, as if he was looking at an immortal who could open up the world.

Chen Yuan said to him: "I want to take you to a place, if you want to stay, you can stay, if you don't want to stay, you can go with me." ”

An old man walked out, saluted Chen Yuan tremblingly, and said with a smile: "True compassion, you are a true Taoist monk, a true immortal who has attained enlightenment, and there is no malice in your body. ”

"We were born and raised here, and it is our blessing that real people want to take us away. ”

He knocked on his leg: "But we old guys can't walk anymore, let the young adults in the village go, we stay here, and guard the land where we have lived all our lives." ”

Those young and middle-aged people suddenly became anxious, and dissuaded the old people one after another, and later said: Even if you don't go with the real person, we will all stay here.

Chen Yuan saw such a scene, but he was a little emotional, in modern civilization, there is almost no such situation. In the landscape painting, this small village called Baishui Village, a paradise-like place, still retains the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature, which has never been polluted or polluted.

Then, such a beautiful world, when you want to transcend from here, if you don't go over, it will naturally not be the three-dimensional universe, but a higher, higher place.

"This village, this peach tree, this mountain and this water will all pass together, not let you leave the land that has grown for thousands of years. ”

Chen Yuan explained, then pointed to a big mountain, and with a turn of his finger, the mountain turned into a spiritual light, which was stored in Chen Yuan's palm.

"I will take you to a place where you can truly live and not exist in a two-dimensional world like this. ”

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"Chief, the scroll is gone!"

An appraiser pointed to a corner of the scroll in horror, where the rocks that had been painted in ink had gradually disappeared into the appearance of a blank piece of paper.

This kind of movement immediately alarmed everyone, and the old Taoist priest dragged the little Taoist priest and ran over, and when he saw the disappearing painting corner, he immediately jumped three feet high, and was half dead in a hurry: "What's going on! What's going on! What have you stubborn professors done to the treasures handed down by my ancestors!"

One of the appraisers suddenly exclaimed, "We didn't do anything! And didn't you just say it's a monster!"

The old Taoist priest blew his beard and glared: "The monster is a monster, and the monster is in the painting! That painting is the treasure of my grandfather! The monster is a monster, and the painting is a painting!"

Little Taoist: "Master, but now the monster is in the painting." ”

The old Taoist priest glared at him: "Then I have to keep the painting intact! Otherwise, if I go west with a crane, I won't be killed by my grandfather and grandfather when I turn around in the underworld?!"

"These appraisers, experts and professors, are eating imperial grain, and when it comes to critical moments, they will do their best to help!"

The old Taoist priest scolded all the time, and the faces of those experts and scholars turned red, and some people were very angry and got up to refute him, but they were scolded in just a few rounds, and they only sat down in a panic, not daring to look at the face of the old Taoist who was almost eating people.

The little Taoist priest felt that his master seemed to be about to go crazy, and he might have been stimulated a little too much in the past two or three days, but now he really couldn't survive if he wasn't crazy.

The scroll gradually disappeared, and the color of the ink gradually faded, just like an old man in his last years, after a long journey, alternating between cold and summer, finally came to the end of his life, and the scenery in front of him all receded, leaving only pure white, the only true color in the world...... Maybe it's the only color after the inversion.

The leader whispered to the appraisers: "Quick, no matter what the principle, this situation must be stopped immediately!"

The team leader made a bitter face and said to him: "No way, chief, we can't do this!"

"We haven't even figured out the principle yet, and now we're really helpless!"

The leader was suddenly suffocated, his brows furrowed, and he thought for a long time, but he had no means at all, so he could only watch the painting scroll gradually fade away from the ink color and become a blank piece of paper.

The old Taoist priest's eyes widened, and just as he was about to go crazy, a roaring sound suddenly sounded in the sky. Suddenly, the whole earth trembled, and the violent intensity almost collapsed the Taoist temple, but it was not an earthquake or anything like that, but more like something that had been suppressed for many years had escaped from the ground!

They were stunned, and in an instant, another thunderbolt exploded in the air, and there was a huge sound in it, and in the Taoist temple, the picture scroll shook violently, and the colors in it faded from the four corners, until only the black-clothed young man in the center remained!

"One thought, one world, paradise exists here forever. If you are promoted today, you will ascend to the heavenly realm!"