The man stood in front of the huge painting and looked at it for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on the missing corner again, and muttered.

"Where's the Rapunzel?"

While muttering to himself, the man subconsciously looked for it in the corner of the wall on the ground, and looked like that, as if he thought that when the previous painting was torn, the missing corner was in the middle of the house.

Or maybe that's what the bear kid said at the time, but in the end he hid that piece of painting and went home.

Judging from the situation of the old temple of the land temple chatting with the family, the family never came to find this relative after the evil spirit, so the painter didn't know yet.

Rapunzel?

Yi Shuyuan also looked at a small corner of the painting, the gap there was the same as the one on the scroll he got, and the ghosts that Chen Han had sealed by the law before were also very similar to the ones in the painting.

The whole painting looks fine, but there is still a trace of evil smell on the missing corner of the paper.

Obviously, whether it is what happened in the river outside the Zhenjun Temple before, or the influence of the land woman, it shows that this painting cannot be simple.

It's just that this aura is so calm that Yi Shuyuan's thoughts can't be seen really.

The man searched all corners of the house, obviously not for the first time, as if he wanted to find the missing painting, but Yi Shuyuan stood still and did not move, looking at the scroll all the time.

After a long time, Yi Shuyuan looked back at the black cloth hanging on the bamboo pole, and looked at the statue of the Manifestation True Monarch on the same head.

Yi Shuyuan's heart moved, although I first arrived today, it is not the first time I have seen this painting, in other words, in fact, I have been looking at it for a long time!

Thinking so, Yi Shuyuan's body spread out his arms and jumped back slightly, directly blending into the black cloth, or the idol on the black cloth.

At this moment, the image of the Manifestation True Monarch depicted in pale gold ink on the black cloth, the divine light in his eyes flashed slightly, and the whole picture scroll seemed to come to life, and his eyes looked straight at the ghost scroll in front of him.

It was also at this moment that in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, everything around him had changed, and the portrait of the ghost also showed a different feeling, and it even seemed that he could detect some sneaky sights on the scroll.

When the eyes of the gods swept over, all the illusionary movements on the scroll dissipated.

Not only is there a difference in his eyes, Yi Shuyuan even has some "memories", as if he has "seen" some pictures of the past, and even vaguely saw the scene of the bear child tearing the painting.

It was a few months ago, when the adults were greeting each other, and although the children were repeatedly admonished, they were bored after all, so they looked at the paintings here, and accidentally saw the statue of the Manifestation of the True Monarch.

However, this "memory" is indeed very vague, but it can also feel a little weird.

The little kid was obviously scared after seeing the painting behind the black cloth, but he came back and looked at it several times, and finally couldn't help but pull it.

Yi Shuyuan can't see these pictures clearly, but with the ability of synaesthesia, he can feel it.

Then, as if the painter had discovered it, he was furious, and a quarrel broke out between relatives, along with the cries and screams of children

This experience is very peculiar, Yi Shuyuan even feels as if he is listening to someone else's story, the same picture is not clear, but the sound and color are rich, coupled with his own synaesthesia, everything is felt seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Ask the child to hand over the torn painting, and the child only says that it is thrown away, but in fact it is hidden in the clothes.

In the end, they broke up, relatives went home, and the painting teachers and students sulked.

It's just that the painter then seems to have a feeling of hindsight, and he will have some different understandings of his own paintings, and he seems to realize something, and he has been looking at this painting for a long, long time.

"It's just painting, it's just painting, it's just painting, it's just painting!"

The painter muttered to himself, but his voice unconsciously became louder, and it was obvious that there was a trace of hesitation and a trace of anger.

"True Monarch, True Monarch, but I can't grasp the power of the Demon Saint Venerable's divine wrath, what should I do, what should I do."

The artist looked extremely anxious!

After a long while, the painter held a paintbrush, dipped in gold paint, and pointed towards Yi Shuyuan's "eyes".

Swish~

All of a sudden, the world became clear!

Yi Shuyuan also had a kind of enlightenment in his heart.

That's the finishing touch!

It turned out that the previous statue of the Manifestation True Monarch had not been eye-catching, although the statue seemed to be very realistic, but it had always lost the divine power in its eyes, and since the eye-catching, everything has become clear.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the scroll again at this time, and had a different feeling, looking at the many ghosts on it, and examining more in some of them.

He no longer looked at the ghost image from the perspective of a monk, but added the perspective of a literati to appreciate it, from which he appreciated the charm outlined in the details of the paintings, which became clearer.

These ghosts are not all evil, there are various "qi numbers" presented, and this qi number is naturally combined with the form in the painting and that feeling, and it is difficult to see it realistically for other cultivators, or even other immortals.

In other words, theoretically, the long-haired ghost escaped on his own!

This is a bit of a mistake to blame the child, although the child is skinny, but not to the extent of casually destroying the valuables of relatives, obviously bewitched by evil spirits.

Yi Shuyuan's gaze returned to the center of the middle and upper position, on the faceless portrait, this is really an empty shell, there is no superfluous breath, after all, the painter himself has not thought about it.

So where did these paintings come about, the paintings are naturally painted by the artist, but are the patterns imaginary? Or is it something you've seen and you're inspired?

"Well, you won't be blown out of the door by the wind, will you?"

The painter muttered a sentence and returned to the portrait, looking a little sad, but soon fell into the meditation of the painting again.

Just inadvertently turned around and looked back, and the painter was suddenly stunned.

This portrayer seems to be standing in a daze with Yi Shuyuan, looking directly at him, but the reality is that the painter is staring at the statue on the black cloth in a daze.

"Why, how is it so godly, did I draw it? I can draw it."

The painter is most familiar with his own portraits, especially the person in front of him, and he has not dared to put the finishing touches on the portrait of the real monarch before, because he really can't paint that kind of divine power.

Xiansheng Zhenjun is the true god who lives in the hearts of Lingdong people, that kind of god demeanor is unimaginable even for painters, he actually wants to go to Dengzhou Shoumiao to see, I heard that the gods there are the most charming, but it has not been done.

But at this moment, facing the statue of the god hanging on the bamboo pole, a special shock rose in the artist's heart.

The last time he put his eyes on it, it was really in an extremely uneasy situation, and he had to put the eyes on the statue of the god as a last resort, but even so, he was very dissatisfied, knowing very well that he had not been able to draw the true charm, and even blasphemed the Demon Saint Venerable.

However, at this moment, the true monarch looks indifferent with calm, calm with majesty, and majesty with pressure, as if examining the world and people's hearts.

The eyes on the idol seemed to be looking at the painter and seeing through everything about him!

It's the vision of the gods!

"I understand, I understand, hahahahaha

The painter laughed maniacally, even if the depression that the Hundred Ghosts could not draw, most of it was cleared, and a pair of divine eyes were enough to make the painter who was obsessed with this way excited to the extreme.

"Hahahahahaha, I know how to draw gods, I understand hahahahaha

Yi Shuyuan calmly looked at the person in front of him, not only the painter understood, but Yi also understood!

This painter is amazing!

Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but think of some things, and remembered the stories of some amazing people in the world

At this moment, outside the courtyard, the old temple of the land temple in Zhangjia Village was approaching quickly, because he was eager in his heart, so he didn't dare to stop all the way.

Unconsciously, Yi Shuyuan had been in the painter's house for a long time, so long that even the old temple Zhu came all the way.

It was only when Lao Miaozhu arrived outside the courtyard that he heard a burst of crazy laughter inside.

On the way here, Lao Miaozhu has already thought about many possibilities, in fact, he is a little apprehensive in his heart, and when he hears this kind of laughter at this moment, he only feels a little creepy under the psychological effect.

The people in this room are afraid that the degree of evil is far beyond imagination!

Lao Miaozhu's footsteps hesitated, but after hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and climbed over the fence to enter.

Without calling anyone and knocking on the door, Lao Miaozhu sneaked to the door, and then bent down and moved to the window, trying to see the situation inside through the gap, but there were too many scrolls, and the vision was blocked.

"Hahahahaha. I finally got it."

The man's laughter continued for a long time, and the old temple Zhu Zhu clenched the peach wood staff in his hand.

The old man's body, which was already a little hot because of the hurry, was sweating on his forehead at the moment, and when he was blown by the cold wind outside, his body was shivering.

"Phew~"

Lao Miaozhu spat out, raised his courage to make himself serious, walked to the door with a peachwood cane in his hand, and then slammed the door heavily.

"Bang Bang Bang Shao Zhen Shao is there?"

The sound outside the door made the interior painter's laughter instantly subside, and he frowned and looked in the direction of the door, who would come to visit him?

However, the painter still subconsciously put the black cloth back on the picture of the hundred ghosts, and then tidied up his clothes and prepared to open the door.

Of course, no matter how you tidy up, you will still have a cloak of hair, just rely on a headband to tie most of your hair behind you, and the unkempt and unkempt clothes may be exaggerated, but in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, there is no image at all.

Yi Shuyuan is now close to the picture of a hundred ghosts, but it is naturally impossible for him to be afraid of this painting.

Although this painting is extremely special, it has gradually unveiled the mystery in Yi Shuyuan's eyes, and it is not as mysterious and unpredictable as it was at the beginning.

"Squeak~"

The door opened on the other side, followed by a loud shout.

"Evil Obstacle Move-"

"Bang~"

Yi Shuyuan's heart jumped, and his mind looked in the direction of the door, compared to ghosts, it is more difficult to guess the behavior of people

At this moment, the old temple Zhu held a sturdy old peach wood staff and put the painter down.

The painter fell straight upright, and was supported by the old temple blessing.

"Strange, why didn't you react?"

Lao Miaozhu looked at the big bag on the painter's forehead that quickly swollen, and then looked at the peach wood cane in his hand, and was a little confused and a little weak for a while

(End of chapter)