Chapter 774 Demon Subduing Divine Path Diagram

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

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang. Old Miao Zhu, open the door——"

Yan Shouyun patted the door, and after a while the door opened. In addition to the old Miao Zhu, there was also an older Shao Zhen.

As soon as the two saw what was going on outside, they hurriedly asked.

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

"Huh? Who are you carrying?"

"Hey, it seems like that"

Lao Miao Zhu and Shao Zhen both looked shocked, and Yan Shouyun waved his hands quickly.

"Let's talk after we get in!"

A moment later, in the Miao Zhu house in the backyard, Xiao Yu was lying on the bed, seemingly unaware of his life or death.

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

The morning sun shone in the Zhenjun Temple. Shao Zhen wiped the sweat from Xiao Yuzhi's forehead with a towel soaked in water, and then put the towel on his head. Not long after, bursts of white smoke appeared on the towel.

"Master Yan, Mr. Xiao is so hot. Is he going to die? We need to hire a doctor! How could Mr. Xiao be like this? He has so many injuries!"

Yan Shouyun didn't hide it either.

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

Yan Shouyun roughly told the two of them what he knew, and they were considered absolutely reliable.

"Evil?"

Shao Zhen was not someone who had never seen the world, and he was suddenly shocked when he heard this.

"Is it safe here?"

The old Miao Zhu on the side snorted coldly.

"Huh, I've heard of the smoky atmosphere in the capital for a long time, but I didn't expect it to reach this point! But don't worry, this is the Temple of the True Lord, how can any monsters dare to run wild here!"

Yan Shouyun nodded and looked at Laomiao Zhu.

"The situation of Mr. Xiao is actually not that bad, but the situation in the court is not good. The evil spirit thinks that Mr. Xiao is dead, so he is bound to cause trouble. Time is running out and we can't wait any longer!"

"Taoist Priest, what are you going to do?"

Yan Shouyun looked towards the old temple to wish.

"Old abbot, please take good care of Mr. Xiao, Mr. Shao, please help me to truly complete the Shinto map!"

Lao Miao Zhu just frowned, while Shao Zhen on the other side stared at Yan Shouyun.

Although Shao Zhen could occasionally capture some of the Taoist's special looks some time ago, but today it was particularly dazzling. He did not respond immediately, but asked a question.

"Why did the Taoist Master paint?"

Yan Shouyun stood up from Xiao Yuzhi's bedside and looked at the haggard Shao Zhen.

"Painting gods to confuse reality, asking gods to determine the universe, poor Taoists believe that evil cannot defeat good, Chengtian Mansion does not have no magicians who can fight against evil, and I, Yan Shouyun, am one of them!"

It doesn't seem to say everything, but in fact it says everything.

"Okay, I haven't really painted in more than ten years. Even though my body can't help it, but you and I work together, we will definitely be able to paint something wonderful!"

Shao Zhen saw a kind of determination in Yan Shouyun's eyes, or a strong but pure desire to express himself. He could even see the real Shinto picture in his eyes, which was already completed in his mind before he even started to paint!

In Shao Zhen's opinion, this is a special condition for the beauty of painting. What's more, this Taoist Yan obviously wants to eliminate evil spirits for the people, the country, the country, and the essence of the country, and has the courage to maintain righteousness and turn the world around!

And sometimes a truly exquisite painting requires just this kind of courage!

"If you have this courage in your heart, it will turn into spirit when you put pen to paper! Let's go!"

Shao Zhen's voice changed from the usual feeling of weakness, and he directly pulled Yan Shouyun away. The skinny old man was now walking as fast as flying.

Yan Shouyun was shocked and could even feel a strong force coming from where Shao Zhen was holding his arm.

Also today, Yan Shouyun learned that although Shao Zhen seemed to be down and out, he always carried some treasures. It was a box that was kept for safekeeping at a pawn shop. He spent a few taels of silver to redeem it and then brought it back to Zhenjun Temple.

Inside the box are the treasures treasured by Shao Zhen, which are top-grade cinnabar, top-grade malachite, fine pearl powder, red flower and western grass crystal, purple rivet, red yellow... and top-grade scrolls!

They are all high-quality materials for painting, but today, a pair of old hands personally melted or ground them!

Yan Shouyun didn't talk nonsense. The two of them were still in the Demon-Conquering Hall of Zhenjun Temple, ignoring the comings and goings of pilgrims, ignoring the comments and exclamations around them, and devoted their energy and energy into the painting without any hesitation.

The two of them started painting at the same time and painted the upper and lower outlines together. There was a tacit understanding beyond ordinary people's understanding.

They spread out the scroll, instead of drawing a statue of a god on a piece of paper, they stretched the brush from a sitting or kneeling position to draw many gods on the spread scroll.

In the Demon-Futing Hall, all the pilgrims fell into silence. Some even maintained order spontaneously. Some people opened their arms to keep some people away from them, for fear that others would disturb the two masters while they were painting.

On a piece of drawing paper that is half a person's height but longer in length, gods of different shapes appear on the paper. Some of the gods are wearing robes, some are wearing armor, some are lying on their sides, some are standing tall, and their bodies are colorful. It's beautiful, with colorful clouds surrounding it.

But there is only one thing that makes the scroll a little disharmonious: none of the gods have full eyes.

A painting can take several months, or it can be painted very quickly. After just an hour, the painting is almost completed.

Shao Zhen's hand, which was very stable just now, began to tremble again, and this time he couldn't even use his left hand to stabilize his right hand.

"Huuu. Huu. Huu."

Shao Zhen's panting sounded like a bellows with a hole in it, and his body had collapsed on the ground, and Yan Shouyun was sweating profusely.

All the pilgrims around were silent, as if there was a magical and oppressive atmosphere forcing them not to make a sound to disturb, but just staring at the two people painting, staring at the scroll spread on the ground.

The pen in Shao Zhen's hand trembled like his arm, he looked at Yan Shouyun, and spoke in admonition while panting.

"Tao, Taoist priest. Only the finishing touch is left. The essence lies in the eyes. Once the finishing touch is completed, the Shinto map will come alive."

While speaking, Shao Zhen looked at the Demon-Subduing Hall. The murals in the hall depicted the gods of the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Evils, which were also the Hundred Ghosts he painted back then. This feeling has not come for many years.

Shao Zhen looked at Yan Shouyun, who was still unaffected at this moment, and then looked at the scroll. Although this painting was not completed by Shao Zhen alone, it was satisfying for him.

If a person can still make a breakthrough at the end, there will be no regrets in this life!

Don't worry that Taoist priest Yan can't complete the Shinto map. Shao Zhen believes that he can, he must 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 was like falling from the sky, and the eyes of the gods lit up at the tip of the pen!

"Hehe. Hehe."

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

No response was heard, and Yan Shouyun looked at the old man on the side.

"Mr. Shao. The Shinto painting is completed."

Yan Shouyun paused. Shao Zhen, a master of painting and known as the master of strange hands, had no breath at this moment. He was stunned for a long time. He seemed to vaguely see ghosts and gods in front of the door and a vague old man standing there.

The pilgrims were talking about it. Some people wanted to surround it excitedly, and some people were trying their best to maintain order and keep the crowd away from the painting and the painter.

Some gold and silver numbers were reported by many people. The real wonderful paintings can be seen at a glance, and you can see the wonders and be moved. Even if you don’t know who painted it, the increase in gold and silver is still very exaggerated.

"I'll give you one thousand taels--" "I'll give you one thousand five hundred taels--"

"Sir, sell it to me, gentlemen--"

Shao Zhen was lying next to him as if he had fallen asleep. Yan Shouyun took a deep breath, reached out and took the pen that Shao Zhen had been 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 out:

"Demon Subjugation. God. Dao. Picture!"

After writing, Yan Shouyun found his seal from Shao Zhen's box, and then blew on it and heavily stamped it on the scroll.

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

"Strange Shao Zhen, the master of painting, could this old gentleman be the painting saint!"

"No mistake, no mistake, it's an authentic work, absolutely an authentic work!"

"I'll pay five hundred taels of gold--"I'm willing to exchange it for a mansion in the capital!"

The crowd exclaimed one after another, but Yan Shouyun stood up. Others were in awe of him, because he was painting with Shao Zhen, so he must be a master of painting, and he might be a disciple of the painting saint.

It's just that many people finally realized something, and finally someone found Shao Zhen lying there motionless.

The old temple keeper squeezed into the crowd and sighed at Shao Zhen, while Yan Shouyun had rolled up the scroll at this moment, as if he was not afraid of damaging the painting before the ink dried.

"Old temple keeper, take care of the old gentleman for me, I'm leaving!"

After saying this, Yan Shouyun squeezed through the crowd and walked outside. The crowd became excited, some came to see Shao Zhen's situation, and some chased him and shouted to buy paintings.

The Zhenjun in the Demon Subduing Hall lowered his eyes, and the crowded and noisy Zhenjun Temple and the figure of Yan Shouyun leaving resolutely seemed to be a scroll!