Shen Zhifeng stuffed a pen into his mouth and sat on the ground, while his other hand was dipped in ink that he didn't know where to conjure. From time to time, she raised her head to look at Yi Anling, and then lowered her head to revise the pattern on the drawing paper.

She drew in a serious manner, her eyes focused and determined, and there seemed to be light flickering around her body.

Yi Anling was stared at all over his body, and wanted to squat down but was scolded by Shen Zhifeng: "Don't move, I'm painting at the critical time!"

He stood up again in embarrassment, pouting dissatisfiedly to maintain his original position.

Xue Jue was extremely curious, he didn't know that Shen Zhifeng could paint. He leaned over to take a look, and found that the painting was still decent, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Is your painting so good?"

Shen Zhifeng raised his head, bit his pen and said with a smile: "When I was in the mortal world, in order to support myself, I would sometimes take on the job of painting god statues. ”

After speaking, she lowered her head again and resisted the painting of the repaired shape. She conjured up a variety of paints, slowly applying them, and deepening the details. Such a professional posture is definitely no less than that of a painter who specializes in portraits in the mortal world.

Yi Anling was stunned, he had known Peng Yu for nearly a hundred years, and he never knew that she actually had such a hand. Thinking about it, it seems that the god of Pengyu always avoided talking about his affairs in the mortal world in the heavenly court.

However, after being reborn, she was more willing to mention things in the mortal world than things in the heavenly court.

Shen Zhifeng finally finished the painting and proudly handed it to Yi Anling to see.

This painting is similar to the appearance of Yi Anling, except that the costume has been changed to a gorgeous costume, and there is a sword at the waist, which is very imposing and immortal.

Yi Anling couldn't put it down and watched it carefully, and his eyes sparkled in admiration: "I never knew that the gods had this skill, what else did we not know?"

"I'm more skilled. Shen Zhifeng raised his head, his nose longing to go to the sky, "I can still write a script, and it used to sell very well in the mortal world!"

Yi Anling was a little shocked when he heard this, and couldn't help asking, "Was there a shortage of money before the gods?"

"Very lacking. Shen Zhifeng sighed with a prickly look, "The main reason is that I was exactly twenty years old when I opened the valley, and I looked extremely young and a little girl, so no one believed that I could catch demons." Without money, I was dizzy from hunger, so I had to find a way to earn money. ”

At that time, she had just been punished by Emperor Yuxuan for atonement in the mortal world, and it could really be said that she had learned all eighteen martial arts.

As he spoke, the paints and brushes that had been piled up beside Shen Zhifeng disappeared. Mortal things could not have been created for no reason, she had just borrowed these materials from her private school using a spell. One or two sheets of paper should not be noticed, but the disappearance of paints and brushes may lead to suspicion.

After that, the three of them built a simple shed with tree branches, hung the portrait in the middle, and placed an offering table next to it, which was considered to have completed the construction of the Taoist temple.

When the wind blows, the shed will swing gently, and I don't know when it will fall.

Shen Zhifeng smiled with satisfaction, and seemed to be very satisfied with this result.

Yi Anling stared at the shed uneasily for a long time, and the suspicion in his eyes became heavier and heavier. Shen Zhifeng saw his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "You have to be confident, even then there will be believers." ”

He really wanted to ask Shen Zhifeng if he had such a Taoist temple in the past, but thinking that her Taoist temple had been destroyed by the fire, he could only swallow the words into his stomach.

The three of them stood beside the shed and waited for the believers to come, their eyes full of anticipation.

Many mortals also passed by here, and after seeing the portrait and the offering table, they all left with a shocked face and turned to the Bifuguan on the side.

Yi Anling suddenly felt as if he had been tricked, and lowered his head and clasped his fingers fiercely.

Shen Zhifeng comforted him that there would definitely be believers coming to the door.

At first they waited expectantly, but then it got darker and darker, but none of the believers came to pray for blessings. During this period, some people came to ask where the original Anling Temple went, and they knew that the view had become like this, and they did not stop to pray for blessings.

The sky was completely dark, the gate of Bifuguan was closed, and today's prayer came to an end. Many people hurried home to finish the day's work. No one noticed that there was a Taoist temple built with a shed in this remote corner.

Yi Anling didn't have any incense at all today, and squatted down in despair with his head covered and said, "God, with your 'help' today, I have zero income!"

Shen Zhifeng also held his chin and wondered if he was a little anxious to do it.

At this moment, a faltering old woman walked over. She stopped in front of the Taoist temple, looked at the portrait, and asked tentatively, "Is this a Taoist temple?"

"That's right. Shen Zhifeng smiled, "Do you want to come to pray for blessings?"

The old woman was a little hesitant, but she seemed to be in a hurry, and said, "I don't have any money, can I come to pray for blessings?"

Shen Zhifeng said without hesitation: "Of course you can, the immortals will not stop helping you just because you have no money." When you make a vow, you only need one fruit. ”

The old woman's eyes flashed, and she immediately knelt down to the ground and bowed to the portrait. Her eyes were closed, and she looked very sincere.

Yi Anling was stunned for a moment, then leaned over to Shen Zhifeng's side and whispered, "I have no spiritual power, why can I still hear her prayers when she worships the portrait?"

Shen Zhifeng said very seriously: "Prove that you are still an immortal." ”

After the old woman put on a stick of incense, she turned her head and asked cautiously, "Is this really okay?"

"That's it. Shen Zhifeng chuckled.

The old woman thanked the three of them, then turned and hurried away.

Seeing her walk away, Shen Zhifeng put away his smiling face and asked, "What did she pray for?"

"He said that he wanted his grandson to be born smoothly. Yi An Lingyun said lightly, "Generally, I pray when my daughter-in-law is about to give birth, and I can almost achieve it without effort." ”

Shen Zhifeng always felt that something was wrong, it stands to reason that this kind of person who can't come up with money to pray will not specifically look for Taoist temples. After thinking about it, she still didn't feel at ease and said, "Let's follow her to have a look." ”

After speaking, she couldn't help but give each of the three people an invisibility talisman, and quietly followed behind the old woman.

The old woman walked to a very simple thatched hut, took a deep breath and pushed open the door. In the room, a young man held the hand of a woman lying on the bed, looking anxious. The woman had a big belly and seemed to be in pain.

When the man saw the old woman returning, he asked anxiously, "Have you gone to pray for blessings?"

"I went, but I didn't know if I would make it. The old woman sighed sadly.

Shen Zhifeng squinted his eyes at the woman and found that there was a resentful spirit around her. The wraith pressed its hand on the woman's belly, preventing the child from coming out.

She could see that the wraith seemed to be a baby, and her face couldn't help but darken. The power of ordinary baby resentful spirits is very strong, and they can't be dealt with without magic weapons.