"But let me go back to the house and get ready, and the old gentleman will also come in and drink a bowl of water."

"That's nature, Dengzhou City is a long way to go after all!"

Lao Miaozhu said that he followed Shao Zhen into the courtyard, but there was no hot water, after all, Shao Zhen had just gotten up, and ordinary people would not have the kind of insulated tea barrels in teahouses and restaurants, and they could only drink hot water when they were on fire in the stove.

A bowl of cold water and a handful of pot leftover from yesterday are the things that Shao Zhen entertained the old temple to celebrate, but the latter did not dislike it, but ate it with relish.

Lao Miaozhu was looking for a cane with peach wood under his armpit, holding the pot in his hand and eating a little bit, Shao Zhen was cleaning up, so he took a casual look in the house.

"Crunch, squeak, squeak."

The pot was chewed crisp in the mouth of the old temple Zhu, and the old temple was not young, but the teeth were very good.

"I said, Mr. Shao, isn't it okay to leave this painting here?"

The old temple Zhu stood in front of the statue of the Manifestation of the Holy True Monarch with the pot in his hand, and the painting he said was naturally the picture of the hundred ghosts in the back.

Of course, Shao Zhen understood what the old man meant, and he also knew that this old man had some special skills, so he replied while folding his clothes and putting them in the back box.

"Yes, I plan to bring this painting with the statue of Zhenjun and take it to Dengzhou Zhenjun Temple."

Lao Miaozhu nodded with satisfaction.

"That's good!"

Take it to the Zhenjun Temple, it's different from a simple portrait of the Zhenjun, even if there is really something amazing hidden in the picture of the hundred ghosts, but in the Zhenjun Temple, it's the dragon you lie down for me! It's the tiger, you give me a stomach!

The Lingdong Shou Temple of the Demon Saint Venerable, it is absolutely absolutely really watched by the True Monarch's sight.

After Shao Zhen packed up his things, he and Lao Miaozhu rolled up the paintings hanging on the wall, wrapped them with the black cloth painted on the Holy True Monarch, and all the preparations were in place.

At noon, Lao Miaozhu took Shao Zhen and met the Zhou family at the gate of the county seat.

This is a farmer with a village woman, who is the child's father, and they lead a mule cart to the county seat to sell some accumulated mountain goods and native goods, which can be used as a coil to rush to Dengzhou.

Outside the city gate, the old temple Zhu introduced Shao Zhen to the Zhou family and his wife.

"This is Mr. Shao Zhenshao, a scribe who is good at painting, he has traveled all over the world, he is a capable person, he happened to go to Dengzhou with us this time, and he will also help you."

"Oh, Mr. Shao!" "Hello Mr. Shao."

The two couples bowed to Shao Zhen together, and Shao Zhen felt guilty in his heart, so he hurriedly bowed and saluted.

"Shao is really polite, don't worry, I have also heard about the children of the family, there is a place where Shao can help, I will try my best to help!"

It's not that Shao Zhen deliberately wants to hide anything, but Lao Miaozhu told him that if you let their husband and wife know that you may indirectly cause the problem, then don't look at other people's crops and honest friends, if you don't do it, you will be punching, kicking, scratching your face and tearing your skin!

So the most appropriate time is that the child finds it, and it's fine, and then the money from the sale of the painting is given and the amount is good, and then it can be said.

However, as for how much Shao Zhen's paintings can sell, Lao Miaozhu actually doesn't have much hope.

It is true that Shao Zhen's paintings are indeed very good, and Lao Miaozhu is even more knowledgeable than ordinary people, but so what?

Who has ever heard of the name of the painter Shao Zhen?

It is precisely because the old temple is too thorough, so there is no hope, and there are many celebrities in history who were poor during their lifetimes and left books after their deaths.

However, these old temple wishes also did not say anything to Shao Zhen.

But Shao Zhen is not a pedantic scholar, he has traveled south and north with a painting box on his back, and he has traveled through many countries, so he naturally knows some things, so he is holding back at the moment not to reveal more things, so as not to be uneasy along the way.

"Okay, okay, it's already noon, without further ado, we will go to Dengzhou now, and we should be able to arrive before nightfall in the Chinese New Year's Eve."

Lao Miaozhu came over to interrupt the greetings, and took the initiative to pull up the mule cart, the car happened to be led together, when he came back, maybe the child could still sit on it, if Shao Zhen, a scholar, could not catch up, he could also sit on it, and there were still some mountain goods left on the car, and they could be eaten on the road.

"Alas!" "Okay, it's all up to Uncle Qigui's arrangement!"

"Uncle Luo, let's listen to you!"

Lao Miaozhu has obviously become the backbone of the Zhou family and his wife, and the old man can't help but sigh, he had a good relationship with the Zhou family.

Along the way, the Zhou family and his wife have always been a little silent, until they walked for more than an hour, and gradually became familiar with Shao Zhen, who took the initiative to talk to many times, on the way.

This includes whether the family is in difficulty, how the fields are harvested, and the status of the members of the family.

In the repeated disasters in Lingdong, the elders of the Zhou family have passed away, and the children in the family only have one single seedling, which can be regarded as the hope of the family.

"I just hope to find the child, I hope he is safe and healthy, alas."

"I just hope to find the child, I hope he is safe and healthy, alas."

The murmur of the wheel shaft continued to move forward with everyone, and the Zhou family was a little depressed after saying about the child, after all, the child's condition before the disappearance was very bad.

Shao Zhen tightened the bag of the back box and said a word of relief.

"Don't worry, Brother Zhou, your child will definitely be fine, he must be in Zhenjun Temple"

"Hey, Mr. Shao Zhen has tormented me."

The man of the Zhou family is a farmer in his thirties, and he can feel that this Mr. Shao cares about them very much, and the sense of distance will naturally be shortened, and there will be more words.

On the official road of the cold winter and the moon, there are almost no other pedestrians, and it will be Chinese New Year's Eve soon, and those who should go home have already returned, and it is still so cold.

The sky gradually darkened, and I walked out of seventy or eighty miles for most of the day, and my movements were not slow.

"Let's go to the forest ahead tonight."

Lao Miaozhu calculated all the itinerary properly, they did not choose to live in the passing post station, it will not rain tonight, so they save money to sleep in the wilderness.

A dirt slope in the forest by the roadside, a bonfire, a tarpaulin on the mule cart cover, will not be a big problem for one night, as long as the fire is not extinguished in the second half of the night, the residual temperature of the charcoal fire can be maintained until dawn.

Dinner was just a few steamed buns roasted and some water, and the tired people were ready to rest.

In the evening, except for Shao Zhen, the other three all slept, and in the second half of the night, Lao Miaozhu came to replace him.

There was no wind or rain tonight, as if God was taking care of them, Shao Zhen sat in front of the bonfire with the dirt slope on his back, looking at the flickering flames in a daze.

Then he couldn't help but look at the back box beside him.

In fact, it was inconvenient to fold the scroll, but he still folded it, otherwise it would not have been able to fit into the bookcase.

At this moment, I am out of the house at home, and on this starry and desolate night, the things in the back box are not static, and I vaguely seem to feel that the ghosts in the painting are not very restless.

Outside Shao Zhen's line of sight, a leg stepped out of the back box, followed by arms and body quickly appeared, it was the Manifestation Zhenjun who stepped out of the canvas.

Yi Shuyuan looked at Shao Zhen in a daze, and then looked at the inside of the bookbox, not all of the ghosts in the painting really exist, each has a charm but not a self, in a state of ignorance, the long-haired ghost is already a special case.

But now the aura of the wild flows into the painting, and the moonlight and starlight fall, so that all kinds of self-feelings are faintly born in the painting.

Some of them are spiritual, and some of them are even eager to try, but they are just afraid of the idols, but this is more like an instinct, and they have not suffered much.

Yi Shuyuan believes that if he hadn't been here, maybe the hundred ghosts in the painting would have come out, but it might not have escaped, but this feeling of coming to the outside world made the existence in the painting very longing.

"Humph!"

With a light snort, Yi Shuyuan waved his arm slightly, and Shao Zhen on one side fell asleep and gradually fell asleep.

At this moment, Yi Shuyuan's mind moved, and the picture scroll in the bookbox floated out, and then unfolded in mid-air, the pattern on it did not change, but except for the figure in the center, many of the other hundred ghosts even seemed to have eyes looking out, and they couldn't see Yi Shuyuan either.

After a long time, a vague arm stretched out the scroll, and when it came into contact with the aura of the outside world and the moonlight and starlight, the blurred sense of the arm seemed to weaken.

But the arm quickly retracted.

About a quarter of an hour passed, and a figure stepped out of the painting.

This is a man in a blue robe, with long hair and a neat crown, a relatively thin face, and a very human-looking appearance, but in the Hundred Ghost Diagram, there is already a pattern missing at this moment.

The man looked at his hands and feet curiously, reached out and touched his cheek, and then looked at Shao Zhen, who was asleep by the campfire.

One step at a time, the man approached Shao Zhen, thought for a while and took a step back, bent down towards him, and bowed respectfully.

"Hey, how do you feel about coming out?"

Yi Shuyuan's voice sounded, and the man's face suddenly showed surprise, and he looked left and right in a panic but didn't find anything, but suddenly, there seemed to be a golden light not far away, and a vague, but somewhat familiar figure stood there, giving the man a terrible sense of oppression.

No sound came out, and the man suddenly rushed back into the painting.

The corners of Yi Shuyuan's mouth raised slightly, and he walked to the picture scroll, and found the man just now at a glance, who was beside the faceless ghost in the center, with long sleeves fluttering like a fairy.

The closer the Hundred Ghosts are to the center, the more human-like the ghosts become, but the "special texture" on the body is stronger than those grotesque ghosts.

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PS: Damn, there used to be a fine day in the game group, and the matter of nuclear contaminated water quarreled with us for most of the day, and I forgot about it!

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