As she spoke, the old woman made tea for the old temple, and even took out some mountain goods collected in the mountains to entertain her, just chatting and drinking tea, waiting for the family to come back.

Usually people in the village get up early in the morning and come back in the afternoon, and now the time is about the same.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the sound of footsteps to come, and the family of four who had entered the city had returned, the husband and wife brought two boys, one older and one younger, the older boy and the husband and wife were carrying things, and the youngest one grabbed a wooden stick and threw it around.

The old woman and Miaozhu immediately greeted them, and naturally after a while of greetings, they both returned to the house to inquire and chat.

The weather was cold, and the family and Lao Miaozhu were all chatting in the kitchen, because the stove was not extinguished, and it was obviously warmer than anywhere else in the house.

Yi Shuyuan listened to their chat, observed the family, and also looked at the things they brought back from the city.

In addition to sugar, salt and other in-demand items, there are also some things that are relatively rare for rural people, as well as some red paper, which are used to let nearby literate and literate people help write Spring Festival couplets and write blessing characters, such as the old temple blessing.

Later, Yi Shuyuan's attention was gradually attracted by the sound of several people talking.

"So, your relative lives alone outside the city, not in the city?"

"It's not far from the county seat, but it's really not in the city, a dilapidated ancestral house, I planted a few trees, surrounded a fence, and called myself Mr. Caolu, I couldn't see it a few years ago, the house collapsed, and I came back during the drought last year, and I didn't see him go out."

"Yes, yes, a scholar, a lot of age, no fame and fortune, no family, no heirs, it's really a shame."

"Also, I live a lonely and lonely life, and I am very lonely."

Family, you say a word, as if you can keep counting that relative from their mouths, I can hear Lao Miaozhu frowning frequently, and Yi Shuyuan, who is also listening to it, shook his head slightly, as for shaking his head, it is difficult to say whether it is because there are more so-called relatives or more scenes in front of him.

"Then he is taboo for outsiders to visit?"

Lao Miaozhu asked this, and the idea of going to the gods had already arisen in his heart, and he didn't dare to slack off on the things entrusted by the gods.

"Well, I really don't like outsiders to visit, because we are still relatives in the end, he will entertain him when we go, but he didn't shake off any good faces, and last time it was even more."

Speaking of this, the old temple Zhu suddenly shouted and scolded to the side.

"Don't move!"

This frightened the child on the side, and quickly ran back to his mother, it turned out that the child had just taken a fine wood from the stove with a spark on the top, and took this to poke the peach wood staff beside the old temple wish.

"Ouch, I'm sorry Uncle Qigui, the child is not sensible."

"Humph! Children are not sensible, and you adults are not sensible? I provoked a ghost last time, if I messed with this peachwood staff, this time I would be shocked! ”

Lao Miaozhu didn't have much anger when he spoke, and put the peach wood cane on his knee, although this cane was used as a crutch and self-defense, but it was all in awe to do something, not to blaspheme.

Saying that, Lao Miaozhu stood up.

"Good student discipline, not every time there is good luck, soon Chinese New Year's Eve, will be a year older, our country children skin can not lack discipline!" I'm leaving!"

"Hey, Uncle Qigui, sit down for a while." "yes, sit down a little longer!"

"No, no, no, I still have something!"

Miao Zhu opened the kitchen door, and the chill outside suddenly rushed over, making him tighten his clothes.

The family sent him to the gate of the hospital.

"Uncle Qigui, then go to the Land Temple to find a place to write?"

"Okay, I'll come over when I'm here, but not today, I still have something to do today, let's go, don't send it!"

Lao Miaozhu waved his hand, and left with a peachwood cane, still walking briskly on the dirt road that was close to the mountain, he looked at the sky, there was no sun in the sky, it seemed that it was going to rain, or more likely, it was going to snow.

Yi Shuyuan stayed at that family for a while, then meditated and felt it, and stepped out of the wind and clouds and went to the county seat of Xintian.

The courtyard where you live alone outside the northern city is actually still very wide, but it is naturally not difficult to find in Yi Shuyuan, almost as far as the gods want, they immediately know the exact direction, and they also stand outside the courtyard.

This yard is quite large, the place in front of the house and behind the house surrounded by the fence adds up to an acre of land, and there are some trees planted inside and outside the courtyard, including mulberry, willow and laurel trees.

The house in the courtyard is a relatively large main house and a kitchen next to it, plus a thatched house at the edge of the courtyard, which looks very old, but it is not dilapidated.

Standing outside the courtyard, Yi Shuyuan had a strange feeling in his heart, and soon showed a strange expression.

After taking a turn outside the house, Yi Shuyuan stepped out and arrived in the house.

As soon as he entered the house, Yi Shuyuan's eyes lit up, this main house is not small, except for the partition inside that is estimated to be for sleeping, except for furniture and some sundries, the house is full of calligraphy and paintings.

Not only are calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, but in the more spacious main house, there are also ropes tied to bamboo poles to hang, and this shelf is not a drying rack, but for hanging paintings.

Flowers, birds, insects, fish, landscapes, humanities, strange visions.

There are more than 100 calligraphy and paintings of all kinds, and many of them are very skilled when you look at them, and although many of them lack charm, even if you go to the streets to sell calligraphy and paintings, it is enough to make a living.

These paintings are dazzling, and they are naturally very well painted in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the eyes of Yi Shuyuan, the difference in the level of paintings is relatively large.

Some paintings can only be said to be good, some paintings are vivid, and some paintings are self-reliant.

Of course, this can't be said to be abnormal, after all, there may be times when you paint casually and seriously, what really makes Yi Shuyuan puzzled is that many of them have different painting styles.

With these thoughts, Yi Shuyuan finally stood on the side of the wall and looked at a large black cloth hanging, the size of a table cover for a large table of eight people.

This black cloth is also one of the reasons why Yi Shuyuan showed his strangeness outside the courtyard just now, because it is very interesting that there is a portrait on this black cloth, which is the statue of the Manifestation of the True Monarch.

This manifestation of the true monarch can be described as vivid, although the whole body color is relatively simple, painted in pale gold to form a statue, but the lines are complex, the charm is remarkable.

Even if Yi Shuyuan himself is standing here, he has to admit that this painting is very good!

As for the back of this black cloth, Yi Shuyuan has already understood that it should be the painting of the bear child tearing off a corner.

After a long time, or am I still in this painting?

This strange idea made Yi Shuyuan feel like he couldn't cry or laugh, but at the same time, he also had a deeper understanding of the changes in his own Shinto, just one portrait, it actually had a miraculous effect!

Yi Shuyuan couldn't do anything at this moment, so he went to the partitioned bedroom first to see what this painter looked like.

Compared with the spaciousness of the outside space, the sleeping place of the owner of the house is quite cramped, with a few wooden boxes for clothes and miscellaneous items, a low single bed, and the owner of the house seems to sleep uncomfortably wrapped in a quilt.

This is a man who looks like he is in his early fifties, his beard and hair have turned gray, his face is very thin, his eye sockets are deep, and his cheekbones are protruding, but on the whole he can only be thin, not to the point of being frightening.

Yi Shuyuan frowned slightly, this seemed to be just an ordinary person, a person with excellent skills, but he was already sleeping before it was dark.

"Alas"

The man on the bed sighed, apparently awake, and he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the beams.

"I can't draw it, I can't draw it."

The man grabbed his hair, then sat up from the bed, his cloak looked very decadent, and it seemed that he did not go to bed early, but got up late.

Soon the man got dressed, trembled slightly and went outside the partition bedroom, his eyes wandering through his paintings, and finally stood in front of the black cloth with the portrait of the Manifest True Monarch.

Seeing that the black cloth still covered the portrait, the man seemed to relax a little and saluted respectfully to the image on the black cloth.

Although the man traveled abroad and had already passed the flood when he returned home, as a native of Lingdong, he also respected the Holy True Monarch as much.

"Zhenjun, Zhenjun, how can I draw it?"

Yi Shuyuan stood on the edge of the portrait, squinting slightly at the man, in this state, he was obviously paranoid about one thing.

After the salute, the man took off the black cloth with his hands upwards and hung it in the space where the bamboo pole hung behind him, with the idol facing the wall, and the place where the black cloth had been covered revealed a picture with missing corners.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's eyes couldn't help but widen slightly, this picture was very big, as big as the black cloth that was covered.

And on this picture, there are many, many ghosts densely drawn, the ghosts are in different forms, each ghost is vivid, if ordinary people stand here, they are afraid that they will be creepy.

However, at this moment, in front of the painting, one is the painter who painted, and the other is the formless and substantial divine thought of the immortal traveling far away, so naturally there is no such exaggerated reaction.

The piece of paper pressed in the land temple in Zhangjia Village before was really only a small corner in this painting, and on this painting, I didn't feel much exaggerated evil, just like an extremely realistic, realistic painting that looked frightening, but it was only a painting.

In the upper center of these nearly 100 ghosts, there is a figure dressed in white, this is the only one who looks like a human, but this person has a wide coat and long black hair, but he can't see a man or a woman, he has no face, as if he is a faceless person.

The man's eyes focused on the center of the painting, and Yi Shuyuan was also attracted to this person.

"I can't draw it."

The man muttered again, Yi Shuyuan looked at him sideways, what face could not be drawn?

Yi Shuyuan's expression became very serious, has this person seen so many ghosts in the painting? Or is it just imagination?

It is the former that naturally needs to be taken seriously, and if it is the latter, it is even more remarkable.

On this painting, Yi Shuyuan can already see that this person's painting skills have reached an extraordinary realm, and even to a certain extent, to the point of "giving birth to immortals in paintings".

Or is it a ghost in a painting?

(End of chapter)