[Continuing from the book above, Liu Yang, who talked about the path of immortality in the last book, was suspicious of a dark ghost, and actually secretly sent a disciple to keep an eye on every move of the great judge in the sect. And a month later, the fantasy map was made in secret. After Mu Qingming learned about it, he went to the ghost market alone, and when he investigated the clues of Rentang, he saw the fairy girl who missed his granddaughter and the Hundred Illusion Map. The hundred fantasy pictures are unfolded, and the hundred ghosts are painted on the snake skin vividly, vividly, and there is a state of imminent calling. The effect is no different from the original. And the leper monk who lived outside the Tanhua Temple met the Grand Judge of the Immortal Dao who visited late at night. Seeing the other party's evil anger, he wanted to persuade the other party to abandon evil and follow good. I never thought that the other party was fierce, and wanted to take his eyes. 】

In the attic deep in the ghost market, the fairy girl hurriedly calmed down and slowed her head.

She was out of shape before, but it was understandable. It's been a long time since I've seen my granddaughter who I brought up, and I miss it like a tide, so that the fairy aunt doesn't care if it's a gaffe.

"Immortal Gu, don't worry, although I don't know why you want to send Kyaukyun to me for some reason. But since I promised you, the Mu family will be sincere to Jiaoyun and will never treat her badly. But Mu Qingming didn't rush to see the fantasy picture he dreamed of, but patiently comforted the fairy aunt and said: "If you really miss her, since you don't let her go up the mountain, if you can't do it, you can go down the mountain to see her instead, and you are welcome to visit her at any time." ”。

When the fairy aunt heard this, a happy look suddenly appeared on her face, but it soon passed away, and even the joy in her eyes faded.

She then shook her head, rejecting Mu Qingming's proposal and beckoning to her subordinates. The few disciples of the Divine Tone Sect who looked at the black-scaled python snake skin rolled up strode over and stood in front of Mu Qingming.

It's not that the snakeskin is too heavy, it's just that the snakeskin is too huge, and the volume of the roll-up is not small, and the disciples of the Divine Tune Sect can only work together to carry it in.

After they stood still in front of Mu Qingming, they slowly put down the Hundred Illusion Map, and then slowly unfolded it together in front of Mu Qingming.

The original blood on the snakeskin and the unique fishy smell of the python have dissipated without a trace, and instead of it, as the Hundred Illusion Diagram unfolds, a faint fragrance slowly rises, a bit like the smell of sandalwood and a bit like rhino horn. As long as people sniff lightly, they will be dizzy and groggy.

Fortunately, all of you in the building are people with determination, and they are not disturbed by the strange fragrance. Qi Qi put his eyes on the slowly unfolding fantasy map.

I saw ghost patterns of different shapes, gradually appearing. The vivid ghosts and monsters are vivid, and the brushwork that depicts them is also smooth and vigorous. So that each ghost not only does not have a terrifying and hideous face, but has a beautiful body and a kind look.

The most amazing thing is that every ghost is smiling but not smiling. When the whole fantasy map has been unfolded, the bright moon is painted, as if at this moment it exudes a soft and pure moonlight. Those hundred ghosts who rode the wind and clouds, or gathered in the woods to chat under the tilt of the moonlight, were about to come out under the light.

Every ghost and every stroke on the painting is to first use secret techniques to mix the paint with ghost energy, and paint it well one stroke at a time. Then the tattoo method was used to imprint each stroke of the picture on the snakeskin forever. Later, the Shen Diaomen used secret techniques to detain many ghosts in the painting, and it became the hundred illusions in front of Mu Qingming's eyes.

For a moment, Mu Qingming, who was looking at the Hundred Illusion Diagram, seemed to see the ghosts on the diagram laughing and the clouds floating. And the ghosts rising to the sky in the picture are like flying cranes, with beautiful postures. The ghosts chatting in the forest seem to have spoken.

Mu Qingming hurriedly shook his head, and only then did he sober up a little. If you look at it again, the ghosts on the painting have been fixed, and even the streams, pines, cypresses, and wind and clouds in the picture are not moving.

As recorded in the book given to him by the owner of the ghost city - at first glance, if the hundred ghosts in the picture are alive, they are about to come out. Look at the picture again, the hundred ghosts are frozen, and they don't move at all.

Mu Qingming stepped forward, stretched out his trembling hand excitedly, spread out his five fingers and gently pressed his palm on the surface, closing his eyes and concentrating. He immediately sensed that there was a force in the picture that was exactly the same as the magic power contained in the drum surface of the ancestral hall of the fishing village, and it was slowly moving along every stroke and stroke in the picture.

The restored fantasy map is exactly the same as in the past.

"The drum you see should be the other party's painting hidden underneath, only the black scales exposed." The lord of the ghost city came over and said to Mu Qingming, "So there are black snake scales on the drum surface, but there is no painting pattern. ”。

"Yes." Mu Qingming, who opened his eyes, showed a satisfied smile to the ghost city lord, and said, "Why don't we do this, let's find someone tonight to try its effect, right?" ”......

The night breeze is slightly cool, blowing through the flower field behind Tanhua Temple, and the begonia flowers are replanted. The soft moonlight sprinkled on the grass and trees, and on the steep begonias, the green new leaves were shining in the moonlight. Although the begonias standing in the wind have not bloomed, they are not vulgar, and they still reveal its former elegance.

The leper monk shuttles between the flowers and trees, pruning these newly planted begonia flowers.

The night cry is gone, but he is used to nature, and likes to come back at night to fiddle with these flowers and plants. Just when I see a piece of neat begonias, I can't help but think of the nine bitter night cries, and I can't help but sigh and blurt out.

When the sigh landed, a question suddenly came from not far behind the leper monk: "Why is the master sighing under such a beautiful moon?" ”。

The leper monk was suddenly shocked in his heart; Just now, his thoughts wandered, and he didn't know that someone was quietly approaching. Almost at the same time, he jerked around and looked back. I saw a young man in a long robe standing outside the flower field under the soft and bright moonlight.

An open folding fan in his hand shook gently on his chest.

If it weren't for the evil aura that exuded from him, the leper monk would have had an inexplicable affection for this gentle and elegant young man.

But the evil aura on the other party's body made the leper monk look calm, but he was secretly vigilant in his heart.

The person who came was the great judge of the Immortal Dao.

"The moon before the flowers, yes, there are no flowers here, but the moonlight is just right." The chief judge looked around at the grass and trees in the flower field, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and smiled indifferently: "Master, under the moonlit and starry night, isn't it too bad to sigh?" ”。

"You're evil?" The leper monk among the lush grass and trees looked up and down at the great judge, and a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes. It was colder than the moonlight.

And then, in a flash.

"Master, it doesn't matter if I'm an evil person or not, but I know that you have a unique pair of eyes. Your senior brother, Master Yingkong, the abbot of Tanhua Temple, is afraid that you will be misunderstood, so he has been letting you live outside the temple. But now it seems to me that there is nothing special or strange about your Netherworld Eyes? The Grand Judge did not answer the question, and kept looking into the eyes of the leper monk, never taking his eyes off.

The leper monk was shocked when he heard this, this secret was only known to him and the current abbot of Tanhua Temple, Yingkong, but he didn't know how this calm and personable young man in front of him knew?

"I don't know what the donor will say? The poor monk didn't understand it very well. Secretly surprised, when the leper monk pretended to be calm, he deliberately pretended to be crazy and stupid and said.

"Then I say, listen, see where I said it, and ask the master to correct it." When the night breeze blew, the hem of the robe on the chief judge flew up, he folded the folding fan in his hand, gently patted the palm of his left hand with the fan, and said slowly: "Master, you were originally a child of a flower farmer's family, and when you were five years old, you had a serious illness, and you almost died of a high fever. Fortunately, your parents sent you to Tanhua Temple, so you saved a small life. There is no other reason, it is precisely because of this Tanhua Temple, which was the famous scholar Lan Mao during the Hongwu period of the Ming Dynasty, who had treated the people in the place where he had planted loquat trees in the cottage. In the temple, there are still stone carvings of Lan Mao's poems, rhythms and pharmacological works. Therefore, the masters of Tanhua Temple are more or less proficient in medical pharmacology, and your parents carried you here to seek medical treatment; The more reason is that Tanhua Temple doesn't want money. But at that time, the master of Tanhua Temple saw that you had a Buddha fate, and it is said that you had a high fever and were unconscious, and you had a Buddha light on your head, so he asked your parents to leave you at home to save your life. So, there is more than one child in the family, and the parents left you in this Tanhua Temple. This will not only help you, but also reduce the burden on your family. And you have become a disciple of this Buddhism. It's just that you have no sense of existence, from childhood to in the temple, you are not conspicuous. The brothers and sisters often ignore you, but you love to dance with flowers and plants, which seems to have something to do with the fact that you were born in a family of flower farmers since you were a child. ”。

"Moreover, Tanhua Temple has always been full of famous flowers, falling into the sky. There is just a lack of flowers, and the master just has a place to use, which makes you even more non-existent. The Grand Judge, who paused, slowly widened his eyes when the leper monk on the other side slowly widened, and said, "But at this moment, you suddenly noticed that your eyes had changed. Maybe it's because of the high fever last time, which made you evolve into a living being, or maybe it's the reason for going to him, in short, after the illness is cured, your eyes can still see in the dark, and you can see clearly. And you can see ghosts and gods, and you often see ghosts. Many brothers and sisters have avoided you and regarded you as a monster. At that time, the former abbot passed away, and your senior brother Yingkong succeeded the abbot, in order not to let you be bullied, he simply let you go to this temple to open up flower fields, plant plants and trees for the temple, and let you have less contact with the monks in the temple. Because of this, I searched the temple before, but I didn't find your unique eyes, but it took me a lot of effort. ”。

At this point, the Grand Judge smiled again, and looked at the leper monk in surprise, with a little more imperative and greed in his eyes.

Did Changshengdao stare at the eyes of the leper monk? I want to know what happened next, and listen to the next breakdown.

[Lan Mao of the Suolongren Small Theater - Lan Mao (1397-1470), the word Tingxiu, the number Zhian, the nickname Heguangdao Ren, Dongtian Fengyuezi, Xuanjuzi, etc., is a native of Yanglin, Songming County, Yunnan Province, and his ancestral home is Luoyang, Henan. Ming Dynasty pharmacist, phonologist, poet, educator, master of science. Bright by nature, diligent and studious, less through the history of the scriptures, next to the hundreds of schools of thought, lifelong seclusion in Yanglin Township, collecting medicine and practicing medicine, concentrating on writing, setting up a museum to teach apprentices, known as "Little Sage". Lan Mao has written a lot, but there are not many surviving works. 40 years after Lan Mao's death, Ming Zhengde's "Yunnan Chronicles" recorded that Lan Mao wrote 19 kinds of books such as "Xuanju Collection"; There are also more than 20 kinds of relevant books recorded in this list of Lan Mao's writings. The only ones that have been handed down to this day are "Rhyme and Easy Communication", "Southern Yunnan Materia Medica", "Medical Gate Collection", "Xuanju Collection", "Xintian Fengyuetong Xuanji" and more than 170 poems. 】