Soon after the rooster crowed, in front of Yi Shuyuan's house, Shao Zhen held the scroll with one hand and kept knocking on Yi Shuyuan's door with his right hand.

"Bang bang."

"Mr. Yi, Mr. Yi, hurry up, open the door, I'm done painting!"

After the picture of the hundred ghosts was drawn, Shao Zhen naturally wanted Yi Shuyuan to be the first to see it, he slept well last night, but when the rooster crowed, he couldn't lie down, and he couldn't help but knock on the door when it was dawn.

"Squeak~", the door was opened, and inside was Yi Shuyuan, who was quite sleepy-eyed.

"Uh-huh."

Yi Shuyuan yawned, shook his head with a smile and looked at Shao Zhen who was still raising his hand outside the door and was about to shoot.

"I said Mr. Shao, the lights in your house were not extinguished when I got up last night, and now you get up when the sky is still dark."

"The painting is finished, and the joy is eager to find Mr. You to share!"

Shao Zhen said that he had already unfolded the picture scroll in his hand, and the state of the Hundred Ghost Diagram at this moment was also completely displayed in front of Yi Shuyuan's eyes.

Although I have seen it in the middle of the night, but looking at it again at this moment, it is still amazing, even though the root of the phaseless has become a change in Yi Shuyuan himself, but the picture scroll still has a sense of completeness that has been reborn.

This feeling is not only Shao Zhen's own satisfaction after painting Wuxiang, but also from the feeling of the hundred ghosts in the painting.

The spirit of the hundred ghosts appears to be more "human", as if the ghosts and monsters have completely different feelings when looking at the top of the mountain.

It may be vague in the mist, but just by looking at the hundred ghosts, they clearly understand that Wuxiang has appeared, whether he exists on the top of the mountain at the moment or not!

"Good, good painting, this painting should be passed down through the ages!"

Yi Shuyuan is not stingy with praise, and being able to say such things from his mouth is already a very high evaluation.

"Smack~"

Shao Zhen clapped his hands heavily, which meant that Yi Shuyuan also recognized the absence of phase in the painting.

"It's enough to have a gentleman! However, although this painting is good, it is not suitable for me to take with me, as Mr. Naluo said, maybe this Zhenjun Temple is its destination! ”

Yi Shuyuan nodded slightly, and handed the painting back to Shao Zhen, so that he didn't have to bother with any more words.

Early in the morning, in front of the Demon Palace, which had just opened the door, Chen Han looked at Shao Zhen in surprise.

"What? Is Mr. Shao's words serious? Do you really want to give this painting away? ”

Shao Zhen nodded and shook his head.

"It's not for you, it's for the True Monarch Temple, or it can also be said to be for the Holy True Monarch, without the protection of the True Monarch, I may not be able to draw this painting, and this painting follows me, also. Not very safe"

When he said this, Shao Zhen couldn't help but think of a group of ghosts who called themselves "Dad", and it was not necessarily true to insist that he was not safe for himself, but he was not confident that he could restrain and discipline this group of ghosts well.

As he spoke, Shao Zhen had already handed over the painting, and Chen Han subconsciously reached out to take it, only to feel that the painting in his hand was heavy.

Even if you know it as a monster of Chen Han, you know that this painting is definitely a famous painting that can be passed down through the ages, and its value is by no means a simple gold and silver can be measured.

She could buy her portrait for ten taels of gold, but she didn't dare to say that she could buy it with money.

"That"

Chen Han glanced at the statue of the Manifest True Monarch in the Demon Palace, and then looked at Shao Zhen.

"Then I'll accept it on behalf of Zhenjun!"

Shao Zhen slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and at this moment, it was as if a big stone in his heart had been put down, and he didn't say anything, bowed to Chen Han, and then turned around and left.

As soon as Shao Zhen left, Chen Han couldn't help but open the painting again to take a closer look, and the ghosts and monsters in the painting really had their own characteristics and were vivid.

After looking at it for a while, Chen Han was suddenly slightly stunned, and walked to the front yard of the temple with the painting, some things may just be a coincidence, but this thing may not be!

——

On this morning, outside the Zhenjun Temple until inside the Zhenjun Temple, a group of people beat gongs and drums.

In the ranks of the crowd, there are young people carrying eight shelves together, and on the top of the shelf, there is a statue of a god, which is the body of the great god of Yunlai that has just been completed.

"Crackling, crackling."

A string of firecrackers rang out at the entrance of the Zhenjun Temple, and the Dengzhou people were as lively as the festival to welcome the statue, and the local gentry were in front of the wealthy family, and the local people accompanied them, and even the Dengzhou government also had people present.

The temple was lively all morning, and only in the midst of all the attention was that the statue of the great god of Yunlai was offered to the altar that belonged to it.

Like the manifestation of the true monarch, the great god of Yunlai is also a standing statue, although the statue is not absolutely lifelike, but the demeanor is also vivid, I believe that the craftsmen of Dengzhou will never dare to be lazy on the statue of the true monarch temple, must have done their best.

The right hand of the Yunlai statue holds the pen, this is a real guy, the front end is a wolf head, and the back end is a thick copper pen barrel.

The left hand of the idol is still in an empty state.

When the statue is completed, the original Yunlai picture scroll in the temple will be put away and let the statue hold it in his hand.

The left hand is the painting scroll and the right hand pen, the true monarch is Wu Yunlai for the text, which is a kind of imagination of the Dengzhou people to the great god of Yunlai.

Just like the three-pointed and two-edged knife in the hand of the Manifest Saint True Monarch, the magic weapon in the hands of the Yunlai Great God must also be a real guy!

When the statue was put down, and the people of Dengzhou outside the hall kept worshipping the statue, Chen Han, who was standing on the side, had a feeling of difficulty, and the noisy prayer seemed to be far away in the sky.

"Yunlai God bless, bless my whole family's health!"

"Bless me with a fortune this year!" "Bless my daughter-in-law with a baby as soon as possible!"

"Bless me with a smooth year"

The smoke inside and outside the Yunlai hall is full of smoke, the small incense burner in the hall can not be inserted, the big incense tripod outside the hall is also full of incense, and the vendors who sell incense and candles in the Zhenjun Temple are happy to bloom.

"Miao Zhu, why don't you put the portrait up?"

"Yes, the portrait of the great god of Yunlai should also be put up!" "Yes, yes, we can't forget it!"

"Well, how can you hold two paintings, which one is it?"

Several respected Dengzhou people have come to Chen Han's side, and the matter of this Zhenjun Temple is also a major event for Dengzhou people.

"This"

Chen Han woke up like a dream, and when he was hesitating, Yi Shuyuan appeared at the door like a savior and walked straight to her.

"Mr. Yi!"

"Hmm!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, walked to Chen Han's side, glanced at the people around him and smiled, took one of the paintings from Chen Han's arms, and walked to the side of the altar without looking at it.

With just a light throw, the scroll was sent into the left hand that the idol was originally holding in the void.

Now the idol is complete!

Yi Shuyuan glanced at the pilgrims in the hall, nodded to Chen Han, and then left the hall, and the people around Chen Han also went to worship God again, for fear of falling behind.

After a long time, the hustle and bustle of the Yunlai Hall in the front yard continued, but Chen Han found an excuse to leave quietly and went to a relatively secluded place in the temple.

Seeing that there was no one left and right, Chen Han secretly opened the scroll under his hand and saw the image of the first Yunlai.

Really!

A faint realization rose in Chen Han's heart, and then his mood was slightly complicated, and he was actually a little envious of the spirits on the Hundred Ghost Diagram.

"Is this a step to the sky?"

After muttering a word, Chen Han showed a smile again, he couldn't envy his life!

"Pak~"

With a slight weight on her shoulders, Chen Han looked sideways, and Gray Mian had already fallen on her shoulders.

"Gray Senpai?"

"Hehe, one step to the sky? I'm afraid it doesn't count."

Gray Mian said meaningfully.

"In Mr.'s words, it may be really good in the temple, but it doesn't mean that you don't need to practice, it doesn't mean that there are no hurdles and no calamities, and what seems to be bumpy outside doesn't mean that it's unfavorable to practice."

"Moreover, they have entered the Shinto, and after tasting it, they may be unable to extricate themselves, although the Shinto is good, it is difficult to comprehend the rest of the wonders. Forget it, what are you talking about, it's Yangguan Avenue! ”

Gray Mian himself still has a lot of say in this regard.

"The seniors have to teach you a lesson!"

Chen Han's mind also calmed down.

"Well, you're still very perceptive, I'm optimistic about you! Take it. ”

"Huh?"

Chen Han was slightly stunned, and Gray Mian smiled, pointing to the scroll she held on her chest.

"Paint, give it to me!"

"Oooh!"

Not daring to object, Chen Han handed the painting in his arms to his right shoulder, and Gray Mian hooked the painting with his claws and sent it into his arms, as if he had escaped into the fluff and disappeared.

"Well, I'm going to get drunk."

"What drunk? Did the gray seniors drink? ”

Gray Mian dangled on Chen Han's shoulder.

"It's not!"

At this moment, Gray Mian does have a feeling of being slightly drunk like an ordinary person drinking, and it is the most comfortable state to drink.

It's just that it's not alcohol that gets drunk, it's incense!

Mr. said that incense is good, but to some extent it is also a kind of constraint, grasp the degree between the Tao and the Tao, and correct your mentality is the key.

Gray Mian silently recited two sentences in his heart: Nian Chaosheng, Nian Chaosheng!

All of a sudden, Ash Mian became a lot more sober, and even refreshed, although he is the great god of Yunlai, but he is not omnipotent, the Tao is not enough and he doesn't care about it first, even if it is the future, he must be clear about the root of the gods!

Well, the immortal path can't fall, and it can't fall to the point of truly becoming a ghost and god.

Immortals, immortals, maybe Mr. is like this, so he is called a fairy, right?

The portrait of Yunlai returned to Gray Mian's own hands, which is naturally the most suitable, and although it has not yet transformed, it also has some thoughts in his heart, and may be able to appear briefly with the help of the portrait.

This is not a sideshow, but an immortal technique inherited from Mr.

(End of chapter)