Talk about the world of mortals in detail

At the back door of Zhenjun Temple in the north outside Chengtianfu City, Yan Shouyun, who had also been missing for a few days, finally appeared. His clothes were half wet, with a backpack hanging around his neck and a person on his back.

"Bang bang bang bang bang. Old temple keeper, open the door——"

Yan Shouyun knocked on the door, and it opened soon. In addition to the old temple keeper, there was also an even older Shao Zhen who came to open the door.

When the two saw the situation outside, they hurriedly asked.

"Master Yan, where have you been these days?" "Master, I thought you left without saying goodbye!"

"Huh? Who are you carrying?"

"Hiss, it seems to be..."

The old temple keeper and Shao Zhen were both shocked, and Yan Shouyun waved his hand hurriedly.

"Let's talk about it first!"

A moment later, in the temple keeper's house in the backyard, Xiao Yuzhi, who seemed to be dead or alive, was lying on the bed.

The good news is that Xiao Yuzhi is not a dead body without any breath, but has a faint breath. The bad news is that the breath is so weak that it can only be detected by touching the nose with water.

The morning sun shone on the Zhenjun Temple. Shao Zhen wiped the sweat off Xiao Yuzhi's forehead with a wet towel, and then put the towel on his head. Soon, white smoke rose from the towel.

"Master Yan, Chief Constable Xiao is so hot. Is he dying? We still need to ask a doctor! How could this chief constable be like this? He has so many injuries!"

Yan Shouyun did not hide it.

"They were all injured by evil spirits, and there were so many of them. Otherwise, it would be impossible to hurt the chief constable."

Yan Shouyun told the two people what he knew, and the two people were absolutely reliable.

"Evil spirits?"

Shao Zhen was not a person who had never seen the world, and he was shocked when he heard it.

"Is it safe here?"

The old temple keeper on the side snorted coldly.

"Humph, I have heard about the foul smells in the capital, but I didn't expect it to be to this extent! But don't worry, this is the Zhenjun Temple, how could any evil spirits dare to run wild here!"

Yan Shouyun nodded and looked at the old temple keeper.

"Chief Constable Xiao's situation is not that bad, but the situation in the court is not good. The evil spirits think that Chief Constable Xiao is dead, and they will surely stir up trouble. Time is running out and we can't wait any longer!"

"Master, what are you going to do?"

Yan Shouyun looked at the old temple keeper.

"Old abbot, please take good care of Chief Constable Xiao, Mr. Shao, please lend me a hand and truly complete the Shinto map!"

The old temple keeper just frowned, while Shao Zhen on the side stared at Yan Shouyun.

Although Shao Zhen could occasionally catch some special spirits of this Taoist for a while before, today he was particularly dazzling. He did not respond immediately, but asked a question.

"Why did the Taoist paint?"

Yan Shouyun stood up from Xiao Yuzhi's bed and looked at Shao Zhen, who looked like a withered man.

"Painting gods to confuse the real, asking gods to determine the universe, I believe that evil cannot defeat good, Chengtian Mansion is not without magicians who can fight against evil spirits, and I, Yan Shouyun, count as one!"

It seems that he didn't say everything, but in fact he said everything.

"Okay, I haven't really painted for more than ten years. Even if my body is not under my control, you and I can work together to create a masterpiece!" Shao Zhen saw a kind of determination in Yan Shouyun's eyes, or a strong but pure desire to show off. He could even see the real Shinto picture in his eyes, that is, the painting was already completed in his mind before the pen was put into use! This is a special condition for the wonder of painting in Shao Zhen's eyes. What's more, this Taoist Master Yan obviously wants to eliminate evil spirits for the common people, the country, and the elite of Dayong, and has the courage to maintain righteousness and turn the world around! Sometimes, a truly exquisite painting requires this kind of courage! "If you have this courage in your heart, you can turn it into spirit when you put pen to paper! Let's go!" Shao Zhen's voice changed from the weak feeling in the past, and he directly pulled Yan Shouyun away. The skinny old man was walking briskly at this moment. Yan Shouyun was shocked, and he could even feel a strong force coming from where Shao Zhen was holding his arm. Today, Yan Shouyun learned that although Shao Zhen seemed down and out, he still had some treasures with him. It was a box that someone had kept for him in a pawnshop. He spent a few taels of silver to redeem it and then took it back to Zhenjun Temple.

Inside the box were Shao Zhen's treasures, which were top-grade cinnabar, top-grade malachite, fine pearl powder, safflower and western grass crystal, purple rivet, and red yellow. And top-grade scrolls!

They were all top-grade materials for painting, but today, a pair of old hands personally melted or ground them!

Yan Shouyun didn't waste words. The two of them were still in the Demon-Subduing Hall of Zhenjun Temple, ignoring the coming and going of pilgrims, ignoring the discussions and exclamations around them, and completely forgetting themselves and pouring their spirit into the painting.

The two of them started painting at the same time, sketching and coloring together, and they actually had a tacit understanding beyond the understanding of ordinary people.

They spread out the scroll, not painting a statue on a piece of paper, but extending the brush in a sitting or kneeling position, painting many gods on the spread scroll.

In the Demon Subduing Hall, all the pilgrims were silent. Some people even maintained order spontaneously. Some people opened their arms to block some people far enough away, fearing that others would disturb the two masters' painting.

On a piece of paper that was half a person's height but longer, gods of various shapes appeared on the paper. Some of the gods were wearing robes, some were wearing armor, some were lying on their sides, and some were standing tall. They were colorful and surrounded by colorful clouds.

But there was only one thing that made the scroll a little discordant. All the gods did not have their eyes painted.

A painting can take several months to paint, or it can be painted very quickly. After just one hour, the scroll was almost finished.

Shao Zhen's hand, which was very stable just now, began to tremble again, and this time he tried to stabilize his right hand with his left hand but failed.

"Ho-uh. Ho-ho."

Shao Zhen's breathing was like a broken bellows, and his body collapsed to the ground, while Yan Shouyun was also sweating profusely.

All the surrounding pilgrims were silent, as if there was a magical and oppressive atmosphere that forced them not to disturb them. They just stared at the two people painting and the scrolls spread out on the ground.

The pen in Shao Zhen's hand was shaking as much as his arm. He looked at Yan Shouyun and spoke while breathing.

"Tao, Taoist Master. Only the finishing touch of the eyes is left. The essence lies in the finishing of the eyes. Once the divine way is complete, you will live."

As he spoke, Shao Zhen looked towards the Demon-Conquering Hall. The mural in the hall depicts the God of Tiangang and Earthly Evil. It is also the Hundred Ghosts he painted back then. This feeling has not been felt for many years.

Shao Zhen looked at Yan Shouyun, who was still unaffected at this moment, and then looked at the painting. Although Shao Zhen did not complete this painting alone, it was satisfying to him.

People can still make breakthroughs even at the end of the day, and they will have no regrets in this life!

Don't worry that Taoist Yan can't complete the Shinto diagram. Shao Zhen believes that he can, and he will definitely be able to!

Yan Shouyun held his breath and concentrated at this moment, eliminating all distracting thoughts. Even Shao Zhen's words seemed to be inaudible. What he held in his hand was not only a pen, but also a link with the gods and the righteousness of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the finishing touch seemed to fall from the sky, and the eyes of the gods lit up at the tip of the pen!

"Ho ho. Ho."

Yan Shouyun gasped violently. The Shinto map was finally completed, and it included not only the existing gods, but also mortals like Xiao Yuzhi and Tan Yuanshang.

Hearing no response, Yan Shouyun looked at the old man aside.

"Mr. Shao. Shinto Diagram, Completed"

Yan Shouyun paused as he spoke. Shao Zhen, a master of painting and known as the Magic Master, had no breath at this moment. He froze on the spot for a long time. He seemed to vaguely see ghosts and gods in front of the door, and saw a vague old man standing there.

There were heated discussions among the pilgrims all around. Some people wanted to gather around them excitedly, while others were trying their best to maintain order and keep the crowd away from the scroll and the painter.

The amount of some gold and silver was reported from many people. A truly wonderful painting can be seen at a glance, and you can see the wonder and be moved. Even if you don't know who painted it, the increase in gold and silver is still very large. exaggerate.

"I will pay one thousand taels -" "I will pay one thousand five hundred taels -"

"Sir, sell me, gentlemen -"

Shao Zhen was lying next to him as if he was asleep. Yan Shouyun took a deep breath, reached out to take the pen that Shao Zhen was holding until his death, and then used his pen to write words on the top of the scroll.

Someone else couldn't help but read it:

"Conquer the Demon. God. Tao. Picture!"

After finishing writing, Yan Shouyun found Shao Zhen's seal from his box, and then printed it heavily on the scroll with a sigh of relief.

When they saw the word "Shao Zhen" on the seal, many people who knew about it were shocked, and some couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Shao Zhen, the strange master, could it be that this old gentleman is a painting sage!"

"It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong, it's authentic, it's definitely authentic!"

"I'll give you five hundred taels of gold—" "I'm willing to exchange it for a big house in the capital!"

The crowd burst into exclamations, but Yan Shouyun stood up. Others were in awe of him, because he was painting with Shao Zhen, and he was probably a master of painting, and he was probably a direct disciple of the painting saint.

But many people finally gradually realized something, and finally someone found Shao Zhen lying there motionless.

Lao Miaozhu squeezed into the crowd and sighed when he looked at Shao Zhen. At this moment, Yan Shouyun had already rolled up the scroll, as if he was not afraid of damaging the painting if the ink was not dry.

"Old Miao Zhu, take care of the old gentleman for me, I'm just a poor man!"

After saying this, Yan Shouyun pushed his way through the crowd and headed outside. The crowd became excited, some were looking at Shao Zhen's situation, and some were chasing him and clamoring to buy paintings.

The True Lord lowered his eyes in the Demon-Futing Palace. The crowding and noise in the True Lord's Temple and Yan Shouyun's resolutely leaving figure seemed to be a picture scroll!