A person who is seriously evil and comes into contact with the old peach cane, will not react like this.

Fortunately, Lao Miaozhu is a lot older but athletic, and quickly held the painter before he fell to the ground, if he let the back of his head hit the ground, it may not be a matter of two bags before and after.

"Mr. Shao, Mr. Shao?"

Lao Miaozhu shook the painter gently, and his face was a little panicked, the strength of the stick just now was not small.

However, after probing the snort and pulse, and making the old temple wish a little reassured, they are still relatively stable.

After hesitating for a moment, Lao Miaozhu still hung the painter at the door first, and then looked at the room vigilantly with a peach cane.

Lao Miaozhu grabbed the peachwood staff and lightly tapped it three times on the top of the comatose painter's head and shoulder.

In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, the fire in the painter's body immediately became a little fiercer, and then Lao Miaozhu bowed halfway and cautiously walked into this place of incomparably dangerous heart.

For ordinary people, this house is undoubtedly very large.

Entering the house, all the paintings that the old temple wishes can see are paintings, hanging on the wall, hanging on bamboo poles, and hanging on the line

The paintings are very obscured from view, and the various styles of the paintings are very different, and the various contents of the paintings often attract people's attention.

The more this is the case, the more he wishes the old temple a dangerous and strange place, those landscape paintings are okay, especially some paintings with figures, which make him a little nervous.

Because these paintings are so good, many of them are ghosts and gods, as if they are all looking at the old temple with illusions.

A gust of cold wind came out of the outside, and the paintings all shook slightly, which made it even more weird, and it also made Lao Miaozhu's hand holding the peachwood cane extremely hard.

"Cluck, la, la."

The old wooden floor under his feet let out a moan, which also made the sweat on Lao Miaozhu's forehead, which had not yet dried, more water replenished.

Obviously, this old man also has some experience in the rivers and lakes, and he did not go directly to the center of the house, but cautiously moved forward against the wall, and even checked the relatively small bedroom.

Finally, after a period of nervous searching, the old temple finally found a piece of black cloth on the wall, and saw the lifelike statue of the Manifestation True Monarch.

Yi Shuyuan was among the statues of the gods in the black cloth, looking at the old man in front of him with some amusement, he could imagine the rich inner activities of this old temple blessing, but such a person would indeed be respected by the villagers.

This is also the reason why the government does not absolutely prohibit obscene temples in the countryside, theoretically violating the law, but in essence it is still a lot more tolerant, because there is a reason for existence, and it is difficult to manage, of course, the scale and even want to become a religion is another matter.

Just seeing the statue of the god, Lao Miaozhu's heart unconsciously relaxed a lot.

"It turns out that there is a true king's protection"

Lao Miaozhu is a kind of person, and he also has some skills, and he has seen a lot of the world at a great age.

The moment he saw the statue, the old temple Zhu understood that this statue had been opened, and it was by no means as simple as opening the light in the general sense!

There is only one portrait, and the sense of power of the gods on it is not even inferior to the body of some Great True Monarch Temples, and it is definitely not an exaggeration to say that the True Monarch is sheltered.

With such a statue of the Demon Saint Venerable here, it's no wonder that there is no evil feeling after a circle!

However, this will be the old temple wish, and the secret saying in his heart is not good.

"Oops!"

Lao Miaozhu hurriedly ran to the door of the house, looked at the painter whose forehead was swollen and a little bigger, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the house.

If you see it by someone outside, you think it's some crime scene.

After dragging the painter into the house, Lao Miaozhu went to close the door again to keep the cold wind out.

Just now, Lao Miaozhu checked carefully in the house, and did not let go of some corners and corners, and was engrossed in 120,000 points of care, so the time used was naturally not short.

The painter, who had only been up for a long time, had not been wearing any too thick clothes, and the cold wind blew at the door for a long time, and people were almost freezing.

Because he had just figured out the layout of the house, Lao Miaozhu dragged the painter to the bedroom, then helped him up and put him on the bed, and then covered him with a quilt, and he was already sweating after doing all this.

On this cold day, when it will cool down, the clothes on the body are probably not too warm, at least you have to wait for the sweat to dry before you can hurry in the wind and snow.

Looking at the painter on the bed, Lao Miaozhu couldn't help but shake his head.

"You suddenly appear at the door, and you look like you've fallen into an evil spirit."

Indeed, the painter is crazy like this, and he doesn't look like a normal person, and Lao Miaozhu looks nervous, and it is understandable that he overreacts.

"But where is the source of the evil thing?"

Lao Miaozhu frowned and looked out of the bedroom, and then turned his head to look at the painter in a coma, maybe he had to wait for this person to wake up.

Just thinking of this, Lao Miaozhu's heart suddenly moved, and he looked in the direction of the portrait of the true monarch, and couldn't help but stand up.

Quickly came to the portrait of Zhenjun again, Lao Miaozhu first held a peachwood cane, saluted respectfully to the god on the portrait, and then hesitated, reciting the sin in his heart, and then carefully untied a corner of the black cloth.

At this moment, Lao Miaozhu's heart beat violently, and his eyes couldn't help but stare at the maximum.

Really!

Here's the roots!

It's no wonder that there is no evil feeling, it turns out that he was suppressed by the Demon Saint Venerable.

The picture scroll behind the black cloth looked too weird, and Lao Miaozhu didn't dare to completely lift the black cloth, for fear of opening it and affecting the suppression effect, so he only dared to look at a small piece, but it was enough, enough for him to find a corner that was torn off.

Looking at Lao Miaozhu's cautious appearance, Yi Shuyuan knew that he would never move casually.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan walked out of the painting with his divine body, and came to the painter's bed step by step, calmly looking at the person on the bed, with a meaningful look on his face.

I'll see you with me.

Thoughts fall, and Shinto dreams arise

Shao Zhen felt drowsy, and in his dreams, he kept painting with his pen on his desk, but he couldn't paint the picture he wanted.

The more he meditated and couldn't, the more Shao Zhen felt a headache.

"Ah, how the hell am I going to draw it. Divine power, ghost statues, human forms."

Shao Zhen couldn't help but cover his forehead, no matter how he rubbed it, the pain did not subside.

"Aren't you already drawing Kamui?"

The voice was vague, as if it was outside and as if it was ringing in the heart.

Drawn?

Shao Zhen was stunned for a moment, as if a memory suddenly emerged at this moment, remembering the godly eyes that he saw the statue of the Manifest True Monarch before, and thinking of the happiness he had before.

"Yes, yes, I've already drawn it, although I don't know how to draw it, but I already understand it, hahahahaha, yes!"

Shao Zhen laughed again in the dream, and the previous haze was swept away, and even the weather in the dream changed from cloudy to sunny.

Originally, the surroundings were hazy as if they were indoors, but now they are next to the laurel trees in the outdoor courtyard, the sun is shining and the wind is gusting.

"The god is like Shen Yun and Shen Wei, and the painting god is the eyeblower of God!"

At this moment, there was already a blank piece of paper on Shao Zhen's case, but the brush in his hand quickly swiped on the paper, and the time in the dream seemed to be long and the flick of his fingers was no different, and a lifelike portrait of the Manifestation True Monarch appeared on the paper.

Recalling the previous feeling and nurturing the charm in his heart, Shao Zhen closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, and the brush in his hand fell again, dotting the eye socket of the god.

With the painting of the divine eye, the portrait of Zhenjun on the table seemed to have golden eyes flashing, and Shao Zhen was surprised and delighted to see it.

"Shao Zhen, but call me?"

The Manifestation True Monarch on the portrait actually spoke, which made Shao Zhen take a step back, and the expression on his face changed from surprise to more fright.

"Really, Zhenjun, did you speak?"

The portrait was suspended from the table, and the image on it began to emit a burst of golden light from the traces of his eyes and eyebrows, and where the golden light passed, clothes, armor, streamers, and long hair.

It's all real.

After only a few breaths, the lifelike statue of the Manifestation True Monarch on the portrait had already turned into a god that truly exuded bursts of divine light and walked out of the painting!

"Shao Zhen, what do you call me?"

One of Yi Shuyuan's personal interests is that he obviously came to find Shao Zhen, but he asked in such a serious tone at this moment, sometimes this can collide with strange sparks.

Looking at the gods in front of him, stepping on the golden boots of the flowing clouds, wearing a silver background and gold scale armor, and wearing a crown of too void to the sky, although he did not carry a blade, it was the true monarch of the Ming Spirit Destroying Doom Manifestation that the people of Lingdong read in their hearts!

Shao Zhen was so nervous that he couldn't speak, and it took a while to react, and he quickly bowed down to worship.

"The Demon Saint Venerable, please accept Shao Zhenyi's worship, thank you Zhenjun for your blessing, I don't know if Zhenjun is here, I am offended, I hope Zhenjun will forgive me!"

"I don't know I'm here?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice carried a thick ethereal inspiration, but also a hint of a smile that could be detected.

Why? Obviously, you drew me and summoned me, Shao Zhen, you called me here, why did you call me here? ”

Shao Zhen was nervous and excited, although he may offend the gods, but this is also the ultimate affirmation of his own painting, painting gods like gods and gods come naturally!

"Shao didn't dare to lie in front of the Holy Venerable, it was really because he realized it in his heart, and he couldn't help but draw a statue of the god, I have great respect for the true monarch, I really dare not blaspheme, if you are offended, please forgive the true monarch!"

Nervous, Shao Zhen looked up at the mighty Manifestation True Monarch, and saw that there was no anger in his expression, but his face was thoughtful.

"Zhenjun, I have traveled all over the world to search for countries, studied painting skills hard, and also painted some proud works, and now I have returned to my hometown, I want to break through myself and enter the holy realm of painting, and I hope that Zhenjun will protect me, don't let the evil invade!"

Shao Zhen finally thought of what to say, and said it in one breath, for the people of Lingdong, what could be more reassuring than the protection of the Holy True Monarch?

Yi Shuyuan smiled.

"Do you know that some of your paintings are a little evil?"

Shao Zhen's heart jumped, of course he knew, of course he knew, of course he knew, but sometimes he would deceive himself, and sometimes he would be excited because of it, and when he heard the words of the Manifest Saint True Monarch at this moment, it was even more profound!

(End of chapter)