"Crack!"

A paintbrush falls to the ground.

The painter's mouth was wide open.

The rest of the people had different expressions, but they were all shocked.

Everyone saw the painting paper spread out by the next person, and saw the painter lift the pen with their own eyes, and every stroke was under their gaze, and finally the painting was very vivid, like a real person, which was already very amazing, but who would have thought that after only a moment, the person on this painting seemed to really come to life, and turned his head to stare at them on the paper.

Could it be that the rumors that Dou Da's paintings came true hundreds of years ago turned out to be true? Now, hundreds of years later, another heir has inherited his psychic painting skills?

Everyone looked at Master Dou.

But they were even more surprised to see the painter than they did.

Surprised, but also a little frightened.

No one knows better than him that he does not have the spiritual skills of his ancestors who painted people into reality, and this painting is not due to his own painting skills.

As for what's going on......

It reminded him of the teachings of his ancestors-

Don't easily draw people, don't easily draw gods.

You can't paint people lightly, because you are afraid that the painting will be too real, and it will be stained with spirituality, and it is difficult to tell whether it is good or bad.

You can't easily draw gods, because the immortals are too high, and if you draw their portraits, and the paintings are too realistic, they will be known, and sometimes they will even appear on the paintings, asking why you painted them.

Tall human monsters with high Taoism sometimes do the same.

Could it be that this humane behavior is comparable to that of a god?

"Master Dou!" The old man sitting in the chair asked aloud, "What's going on?" ”

"Dou doesn't know ......"

Before they could figure it out, the person in the painting was already moving, taking two steps forward, and his whole body quickly went from being flattened to a more contoured silhouette, and he actually walked out of the painting directly, as if he had become a real person.

He is a young Taoist who cultivates purely.

It looks almost the same as in the painting.

The young Taoist glanced at it, saw Steward Liu, the Yanai of the Taiwei Mansion, saw the old man, the middle-aged Taoist and the painter, his eyes stayed for a while, and he saw a picture of two tigers fighting for the mountain hanging on the wall behind him, and his eyes also stayed for a little longer, and then he spoke:

"I wonder what a few people are looking for me?"

Everyone had already widened their eyes, and they were shocked when they heard the words.

"This ......"

Mu Shou looked at the painter, and the painter only shook his head again and again.

After all, the old lady was calmer, coughed twice and asked, "Sir is a real person?" ”

"It's both a painting and a real person."

"Why did you come out of the painting?"

"Ask someone to draw me with a pen, and then borrow a painting to show my true body." The Taoist looked at them and smiled slightly, "It seems that I don't want to invite me to come here, but I want to harm me with my painting?" ”

"Sir is the real person who cast a spell in my house this morning?"

"I can't call it a real person."

"I don't know what real people call them?"

"The surname is Song Mingyou."

"It turned out to be Song Zhenren."

The old lady lowered his head and covered his mouth and coughed a few times, raised his head and said: "The old man has no way to teach, the dog is stupid and reckless, he collided with the real person, and the real person lowered the punishment, which should have been, but the punishment for deafness in his life is inevitably a little too heavy, and the second is that the old man is the only son, and he also asked the real person to raise his noble hand and solve the spell. ”

"I'm afraid not."

"Why not?"

"What if you don't do it?"

"Old decay will never give up easily with real people."

"Captain Chang at your feet?"

"Exactly."

"No wonder the house is full of dead air." The Taoist shook his head, "I don't know which master gave Tai Wei his life?" ”

"What dead air?"

"Recently, when the captain sleeps at night, or when he usually closes his eyes, does he feel in a trance, and sometimes even seems to be able to see himself?"

"How do you know?"

"Did the Tai Lieutenant ask the master who gave the Tai Wei a new life, what is the reason?" The Taoist stood still and only looked at the old captain, "Or do you just think it's because you're old and dizzy?" Or is it caused by too much weakness? ”

"It's a medicine that is three parts poisonous, so what's the harm if you're dizzy?"

"It turned out to be a side effect of the medicine." The Taoist nodded, "Then I think that the cold body of the Taiwei is also a side effect of the medicine?" ”

"How do real people know?"

"Is the master who continues his life still there?"

"I went out to collect medicine yesterday."

"I see."

"What do you mean by a real person?"

"This is not a method to continue life, but just temporarily imprison the soul of the old lady in the old lady's body, and then use a secret method to keep the body from stiffness and decay." The Taoist shook his head, "The world says that this is an evil way, and the master who went out to collect medicine may not come back." ”

"Presumptuous!"

The old man shouted angrily, and while he was angry, he felt panicked: "Even if you are good at the world, you will not be able to talk nonsense!" ”

"Have you ever touched your heartbeat?"

"This ......"

The old man immediately put his hand on his heart.

Then his eyes gradually widened.

"Old lady, ......"

The Taoist looked at him and shook his head: "Do you know?" You died two days ago! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

"You ......"

The old lady's eyes suddenly widened, but before he finished speaking, he seemed to be stuck, and his face turned white all of a sudden.

I couldn't go up and down in one breath, and I fell down in an instant.

"Captain!"

"Ah, father!"

Everyone was in a mess.

The young man couldn't hear everyone, only saw his old father talking to the Taoist who walked out of the painting, but as he spoke, his old father's eyes widened and he fainted, where did he know the reason, so he quickly shouted, rushed over and hugged his father's body.

But as soon as he touched it, he instantly retracted his hand-

It's cold!

However, in a panic, he didn't care about thinking about it carefully, he only continued to grab his father's hand, shouted a few times and didn't respond, then immediately turned back and stared at the Taoist, his eyes were already bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth:

"Demon Dao! You're hurting my family! ”

"The foot laughed, the captain had died two days ago, how could it be said that he had done it? What's more, such behavior is contrary to the way of heaven, Taiwei still feels that his body is tough for the past two days, and he will soon feel that his body is slowly decaying while he is still awake, and he thinks that he is sick, and he may even wait until his body is completely dead, and his soul is still imprisoned and tortured, until he hears your cry on the day of burial, and reacts that he is dead, and he can be freed. The Taoist said to him, and the wonderful thing was that the voice could be heard by him again, "Speaking of which, I still helped the Tai Lieutenant." ”

"Smoke!"

"Take a break."

“……”

The young man looked left and right, rushed over in a few steps, took the picture of the two tigers fighting for the mountain from the wall, and shook it in his hand.

"Wow!"

"Manifest!"

The young man shouted.

I saw a canopy of gray smoke being shaken out of the painting, as if the ink had all turned into dust and was shaken out.

In an instant, only a roar was heard, and two huge colorful tigers rushed out of the gray smoke and landed on the ground, far larger than normal tigers, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Bite him to death!"

The young man pointed at Song You: "Avenge my father!" ”

"Whew......"

The two fierce tigers suddenly turned their heads and stared at the Taoist.

As soon as he wanted to pounce over, he saw the Taoist and the tiger looking at each other, and asked casually: "I don't know the two mountain monarchs, do you know that you are just a painting?" ”

When the words landed, the two tigers were stunned.

I couldn't move anymore.

I saw that the Taoist waved his hand again and said:

"Let's go back."

"Canopy!"

The two tigers were blown to ashes again.

Wonderful, the tiger in this painting, like a hanged man, is afraid of breaking.

The person who hangs on his life has long since died, both by magic and by his own faith, once it is broken, his faith collapses, and when he realizes that he is dead, he is dead.

The tiger in the painting is false, and it is difficult to say whether it is true or false. If you know that it is fake, and you are convinced, the tiger can also be regarded as a breeze in front of you, and it will be difficult for the tiger to hurt you. If you don't know whether it's true or not, or if you don't know the truth that it's broken, or if you know it's false, but you are worried in your heart, and you can't be calm and convinced when the tiger is close to you, you will also be hurt by it.

Therefore, when the Taoist said, they were stunned.

With another wave of the hand, they are back in the painting.

However, such a casual Taoist drove away such a huge two-headed tiger, which undoubtedly surprised the people next to him.

Young men, in particular, are almost limp in their legs.

"I am noble at the bottom, and I often do whatever I want in the city, and I am at fault first, and I punish you at the bottom, but I don't repent at the bottom, but I want to eat me." The Taoist shook his head at the young man, "However, I was angry at the death of my father because of my father, and I don't know the reason, I mistakenly thought that I had harmed my father under the feet, and it was excusable, so I would not take my life at the bottom." ”

For a moment's notice:

"But the death penalty can be avoided, the living sin is inescapable, after thinking about it again and again, and giving the next life to be dumb, may the foot not listen or speak, calm down and think more, sober up as soon as possible, as before, if you do more good deeds from now on, or there will be a day of liberation."

The young man continued to open his mouth, but he could no longer make a sound, but he was already deaf, he could not hear his own voice at all, and he did not know if he could speak.

Look at the expression lip shape, what are you scolding angrily.

As soon as Song You waved his hand, he fainted.

At this time, there were three people left in the room.

The Taoist looked at them one by one.

"Poof!"

The butler fell to his knees, kowtowed repeatedly, waved his hand again and again, and was speechless.

The Taoist waved at him.

"Immortal Master spare his life!"

The housekeeper immediately made a sound, and after hearing it, he was stunned for a moment, and then begged for mercy repeatedly: "Immortal master spare his life, this matter has nothing to do with the villain!" ”

The Taoist then turned his gaze to the remaining two.

"Poof!"

The painter also knelt on the ground.

"Immortal Master spare your life! The villain is just a painter, some time ago was chased and killed by the Jianghu people, hiding in the Taiwei Mansion to escape a catastrophe, if you go out, caught by the Jianghu people, it is bound to be better than death, Taiwei asked the villain to draw a portrait of the immortal, the villain was unwilling at first, but he threatened with his life, the villain had no other way, and asked the immortal to spare his life! ”

The Taoist didn't speak, but only looked at the butler.

"That's true......"

The butler said tremblingly.

"Immortal Master spare his life!"

"The master doesn't need to panic, he is not a person to kill." Song You said lightly, "The master's skills are superb, since he was coerced, he has no intention of harming him, how dare he hurt the master?" ”

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

"Hurry up, please."

"Thank you, thank you......"

Song You finally looked at the middle-aged Taoist.

The attitude is obvious, liquidate one by one.

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes flickered, but he still saluted him and asked: "The poor Taoist surname is Mu Mingshou, the Taoist name is Pingqiuzi, he once studied the Tao in the Shingon Temple of Luming Mountain, I don't know where my friend is practicing in the Xianshan Cave Mansion?" ”

"Yin Yang Mountain Fulong Temple."

“……”

The middle-aged Taoist's face suddenly turned wonderful, and he hurriedly gave a deep salute: "It is actually the immortal master of Fulongguan, the poor Taoist has eyes and does not know the real person, offended the immortal master, please ask the immortal master to surrender." ”

"Why are you here?"

"Don't hide it from the immortal master, the old lady has a life-saving grace in the poor road, and today he was punished by the immortal master in the ya, so he asked someone to invite the poor road, intending to use the painting as a medium to cast a spell on the immortal master." The middle-aged Taoist stubbornly said, "So that the immortal master knows that the Taiwei Mansion is not easy to mess with, and come to solve the curse." ”

"I don't know what to do with me?"

"Taiwei told me that he would not hurt the life of the immortal master, but only let the immortal master notice, and Poor Dao planned to cast a small spell to make the immortal master aware of it."

"I'm lying."

“……”

The middle-aged Taoist lowered his head and was silent for a moment, and then said truthfully: "Poor Dao originally wanted to cast a rotten body curse, so that Mr. was tortured by it, and his body festered, and he had to return to the Taiwei Mansion to unravel the spell in exchange for the curse. ”

"What do I think?"

"Taiwei has a life-saving grace in the poor road, no matter what, he should repay himself. If he offended the immortal master, he was punished by the immortal master, and the poor road had no complaints. ”

"Since you are a Taoist of the Luming Mountain Shingon Temple, why don't you cultivate on the mountain, but go down the mountain for chaos?"

"The mountain is clear, and the poor road can't stay."

"Do all mantras teach these spells?"

"This is what I learned from the warlocks after the poor road came down the mountain."

"I see."

"Please punish the immortal master."

"Then he will give his foot the way of his step, and give his foot to his body." Song You paused, "But there is no reason to fight for one." Please also stop speaking in this life, do not speak, do not cast spells, only go back to Luming Mountain to cultivate well, if there is a day of cultivation success, it will be naturally unraveled, how? ”

“……”

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment, and then he gave up:

"Obey the Immortal Master's instructions!"

Song You waved his hand and walked into the painting reflexively.

Several people bowed their heads and didn't dare to look more.

The room was quiet.

When they looked up again, they saw a young Taoist on the painting, which was exactly the same as when it was painted, and then they heard a sound from the canopy, and the painting spontaneously combusted, and burned to ashes in a moment.

Except for the painter, the rest of them were speechless.

“……”

Time seemed to freeze for another moment.

The middle-aged Taoist already felt that his body was beginning to itch, and when he first noticed it, he just felt that the epidermis was uncomfortable, like an ant crawling, and after only a while, it was like a hard grass. He frowned, pursed his lips, and just turned his head to look at the painter beside him, his eyes glinting, and after a moment, he finally gave up and shook his head.

Then he picked up his pen and wrote on the table:

"The master has a peerless secret treasure, and it is difficult to get out of this matter, so please leave quickly."

When the painter saw it, he was shocked.

Then he hurriedly bowed and saluted:

"Thank you, sir!"

The middle-aged Taoist didn't say anything, and waved his hand.

The painter dared to say more, so he just walked away from this place quickly.

At this time, the Taoist body was like a mosquito bite.

This feeling is very familiar to him, since he went down the mountain to mix in the Changjing rivers and lakes, he doesn't know how many people he has used such a spell to deal with.

At this time, personal experience is also regarded as retribution.

Thanks to the alliance leader of the "Wind Thorn God Slaughterer" boss, bow and show your chest!

(End of chapter)