At first, Yu Mo's idol was a scholar wearing a green shirt and an elegant face. www.biquge.info With the changes of time, the vicissitudes of life, through wars, famines, temples destroyed and established, established and destroyed.

The idol of Yu Mo has also undergone great changes in the successive changes.

His image is no longer the young man in a green shirt with an elegant face.

It is a strong man wearing lotus leaves, algae on his head, some fish characteristics on his body, and drenched in water all day long, as if he had just been fished out of the river, with a somewhat ugly face.

Yu Mo also woke up from his slumber.

However, Yu Mo seemed to be unaware of the change in his face. It was as if he was like this, and he was not ugly and weird at all, and he was ashamed of himself. He didn't use mana to restore his former appearance.

It's amazing.

However, this also shows that Shinto is indeed dependent on humanity, and the gods are certainly sealed by the imperial court and the Taoist gate, retaining a part of the consciousness before death. But over time it must be assimilated by the will of all beings.

Yu Mo's name and true appearance are rarely remembered now, and even the oldest man in the countryside only vaguely remembers a little legend.

He was called Yumo and thought that he was a cuttlefish who had attained enlightenment, so his idol also had gills and dorsal fins.

If you really want to know Yu Mo's life.

Perhaps only in the county annals of Zhibei County, or in the inscriptions outside the temple, there is such a record of scales and half claws.

However, the villagers don't care about this, and more people are used to calling him the river god, or the water god. Whenever the land is dry, they will spontaneously go to the river temple to beat gongs and drums, offer sacrifices, and pray for rain.

After several miracles, the temple incense became more and more vigorous.

Wearing golden armor, wearing a golden helmet, holding a golden whip, and even the skin of his whole body is golden, it looks like a golden door god leading his subordinates to chisel in from the right wing of the Yellow Turban Force.

Although the number of people led by the door god is small, it is surprisingly elite. The golden whip in the hand of the door god fell, and the heads of several yellow turban wrestlers shattered and exploded from the center like watermelons, and their majestic bodies fell to the ground like broken sacks. Stir up a cloud of dust.

Although the other disciples in armor and military dress did not have the courage of the door gods, they also had steel whips and spears that never failed.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

The yellow turban wharves seemed to be ripe, and the wheat that had been cut down fell on both sides of the road in an instant.

The team of the door god does not entangle too much with the Yellow Turban Lux around them, but is like a sharp knife, straight into the heart of the Yellow Turban Lux in the middle palace.

The door god is very common in the belief of Daqian, and it is said that when Taizong of Daqian reigned, there was a time when the Dragon King of Jinghe did not obey the decree and changed the time of the clouds and rain, and there were points of rain, Taizong was furious, and ordered the official Wei Zheng to behead him in his dream.

The Dragon King of Jinghe was not convinced, turned into a ghost dragon, harassed the palace ban several times, shouted grievances late at night, and disturbed the king's rest.

Taizong's two generals, Qin Shubao and Wei Chi Jingde, who were martial saints, stood and guarded outside the palace gate late at night. The ghost dragon saw that the qi and blood on the heads of the two of them were like wolf smoke rising, condensing but not dissipating, and the wind could not blow.

The qi and blood of the whole body are rushing like a great river in the blood vessels, making a rumbling sound, which can be heard from miles away.

The Dragon King of Jinghe knew that the two of them were martial arts saints, and they could carry the mountains day by day, cast mountains and cook the sea, and they no longer dared to be presumptuous.

Taizong was in a happy mood the next day, and he was afraid that the two of them would overwork. Specially invited Baisheng Mountain, Wu Daozi, a painter with a reputation for painting saints, according to the shape and expression of the two, splashed ink and painted two giant portraits.

At that time, Wu Daozi's painting skills had reached the ultimate peak, and his skills were close to the Tao. If you go one step further, you will be able to enter the Tao with painting.

The Tao here is not the Taoism of the present, nor the Taoism of later generations, but the true Tao of heaven and earth. In today's parlance, it is to realize the power of a certain law.

Become an immortal existence that is not wasteland, he is not falling, and he is close to immortality.

Why is it just close to immortality? Because in this world, or in another world, even in the modern time and space before the execution.

Heaven and earth all have a lifespan, but if they move, they will be millions, tens of millions, or even tens of billions of years.

There is an end to the number!

Heaven and earth have an end, let alone man?

Later generations do not understand the principle that heaven and earth have numbers, and they call it immortal. It is also called the Hundred Saints, Heavenly Immortal Realm and other great powers as immortal. This is, false praise!

However, it can also be seen from this anecdote that humanity flourished during the reign of Daqian Taizong. Even Wu Daozi, who was infinitely close to the avenue and sanctified by painting, was declared by Taizong and driven like a lackey.

Today, the tail of the sect is not broken, and the fear of the imperial court has been greatly reduced.

Not to mention Wu Daozi's saint-like characters, even the ancestors of the Earth Fairyland, they may not listen to the announcement.

This is the decline of humanity, the decline of the majesty of the imperial court, and even more so the number of gas.

In the 300 years since the founding of the country, although there is Emperor Pan and the Holy Monarch in the dynasty, luck is like cooking in oil, and it is the most prosperous. But the prosperity is the decline, which is the way of heaven.

Not long after the Great Qianguo Zuo, the chaos of the sects in the world has appeared.

According to rumors, Wu Daozi's painting that day was vivid, as if it were a real person.

The two generals stood in front of their respective portraits, and everyone was unable to distinguish the real from the false for a while, which made Taizong and the important ministers of the Manchu Dynasty dumbfounded. He praised the painting skills of the saint Wu Daozi.

However, the painting of Saint Wu Daozi was not completely completed on the main hall, because he hesitated in his heart and did not dare to put the finishing touches on the samurai statue.

Anyone who has experience in painting knows that whether it is birds and beasts, or people, the line outline, the form and appearance are relatively simple, and the most difficult thing is the finishing touch.

It is also the most test of the painter's pen power.

Whether a portrait has spirit or not, whether it is smart or not, the key lies in the finishing touch.

The point is good, and the characters on the portrait seem to come to life, vividly.

The point is not good, the person on the portrait looks sluggish and rigid, full of ingenuity, and has no unique charm.

No matter how skilled you are, you can only be regarded as a painter, not a painter!

Wu Daozi's painting skills are already close to the Tao, so naturally there will be no lack of pen power.

But Wu Daozi grabbed the brush in his hand and looked at the statue of a warrior with empty eyes, wanting to be a little heavier.

But he felt that he couldn't grasp that trace of the essence of the spirit, and hesitation flashed in his eyes from time to time.

Wu Daozi stopped in front of the portrait for nearly half an hour, never put down the pen, and finally threw away the brush in his hand in the surprised look of everyone, and sighed faintly.

After Wu Daozi left the palace, he ate in the barracks, lived in the barracks, and kept moving with the two generals. Carefully observed, carefully pondered, eyes more and more firm.

Three days later, there was no hesitation in Wu Daozi's eyes, only firmness. His hand was steady, and the pen fell without hesitation.

In the empty eyes of the two generals, there was a little more ink in an instant.

Majestic, fierce, and murderous, as if they were two generals who had just experienced a hundred and ten battles, their bodies were stained with blood and did not say goodbye, and there was a trace of hidden vicissitudes of mercy.

"Alive!"

I don't know if it's everyone's illusion, but at the moment when Wu Daozi's pen fell, the eyes of the two warrior statues blinked a few times strangely.

Wait until everyone rubs their eyes, and then look.

Everyone was surprised to find that there was nothing on the samurai map. Those two warriors who made people feel frightened, with Qin Shubao and Yu Chi Jingde as materials, and the fierce aura of their whole bodies lingered as if they were living creatures.

What's even more strange is that they reappeared, and they were on the gate of the palace, vivid, and their whole bodies were full of evil spirits, as if they were two door gods, one on the left and one on the right, guarding the palace.

And since the existence of these two door gods, nothing evil has happened in the palace.

God draws!

Wu Daozi's two pictures of military generals broke through the boundaries of spiritual painting by chance and became a higher-level divine painting.

Taizong heard that Longyan Dayue, the two words of calligraphy and painting were given to Wu Daozi.

And enshrined Qin Shubao and Wei Chi Jingde as the door gods, and sacrificed after death. After the common people learned about it, they asked the folk painters to copy it. Hanging under the lintel of the mansion.

Although it does not have the charm of painting Saint Wu Daozi, it can also deter the young people and the town house.

Over time, the belief of the door god spread all over the north and south of Daqian, with countless doppelgangers, and the distribution of the belief area was wide, beyond the reach of ordinary gods.

Wu Daozi also touched the essence of painting because of this experience, and after several months of retreat, he stood on top of Yunxia Mountain, opened the world with one painting, shattered the void, and established the painting world.

As long as it is a spiritual painting, you can enter it.

And this door god in Zhibei County has a magical origin.

Legend has it that a long, long time ago, but it must have been after the Taizong Dynasty, Zhibei County was not a county seat, there were only dozens of households, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, relying on a few acres of thin fields to survive.

There are many ghosts and monsters on the Black Mountain next to Zhibei, and the most ferocious of them is the Black Mountain Jun.

Montenegro not only often went down the mountain to harass the people and attack livestock, but also let the already small village provide him with blood food, and if he did not comply, he wreaked havoc.

The people were all afraid, and their hearts were looking forward to the salvation of the gods.

I don't know what day it was, a lame beggar from a foreign country passed by Zhibei. Spend the night in the village. happened to meet the king of Montenegro who came down to the mountain and bullied and humiliated the people.

Seeing the sorrow of the people, as well as the domineering and ferocity of the Black Mountain King, he secretly vowed to do something for the people of Zhibei.

That night, the beggar stayed up all night, and used the charcoal left over from the fire to depict it on the board. When it was dawn, he shouted to the whole village, young and old, to the room where he was staying.

Tell them that this is the god of the door, who protects the people from being bullied by demons.

As long as they unite as one, shape a golden body for the door god master, and respectfully ask him to lower the Dharma body, he will definitely be able to whip the demons with gold, protect the common people with bronze armor, and let the people not be bullied by the Black Mountain King.

Fearing that he would not be able to win the trust of the public, the beggar told several stories of true or false door gods appearing to help the common people. He has been begging all these years, going south and north, and his eloquence is also good, many people have been moved by him, and there is a look of eagerness in his eyes.