Chapter 152 Reducing Punishment

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"Crack!"

A paintbrush fell to the ground.

The painter opened his mouth.

The others had different expressions, but they were all extremely shocked.

Everyone saw with their own eyes the drawing paper spread out by the servant, and also saw the painter holding the brush. Every stroke was under their gaze. The final painting was so vivid and lifelike that it looked like a real person. It was already very amazing, but they never thought that Just a moment later, the people in the painting seemed to come alive, and they turned to stare at them on the paper.

Could it be that the rumor that Master Dou painted people hundreds of years ago is true? Now, hundreds of years later, another descendant has inherited his supernatural painting skills?

Everyone looked at Master Dou.

But they saw that the painter was even more surprised than them.

Surprised, but also a little scared.

No one knows better than him that he does not have the magical skills to draw people into reality like his ancestors did, and it is not his own painting skills that make this painting come true.

As for what happened...

It reminded him of the teachings of his ancestors——

Don't draw people easily, don't draw gods easily.

Don't draw people lightly, for fear that the drawing will be too realistic and tainted with spirituality, making it difficult to tell whether it is good or bad.

Don't draw gods easily because they are too advanced. If you draw their portraits too realistically, they will know about them. Sometimes they will even appear in the paintings and ask you why you painted them.

High-minded monsters sometimes behave like this.

Is this humane behavior comparable to that of an immortal?

"Master Dou!" the old man sitting on the chair asked, "What's going on?"

"Dou doesn't know either..."

Before they could figure it out, the person in the painting started to move and took two steps forward. His whole body quickly changed from a flat shape to a slimmer one, and he actually walked out of the painting, as if he had become a real person.

He is a young Taoist who is practicing Qing Dynasty.

It looks almost the same as in the painting.

The young Taoist glanced around and saw Butler Liu and the yamen of Taiwei's Mansion. He saw the old man, the middle-aged Taoist and the painter. His eyes stayed a little longer. He saw a picture of Two Tigers Struggle for the Mountain hanging on the wall behind, and his eyes stayed a little longer. , then he said:

"I wonder what they want from me?"

Everyone's eyes had already widened, and they were shocked when they heard this.

"this……"

Mu Shou looked at the painter, who just shook his head.

After all, the old lieutenant was calmer. He coughed twice and asked, "Is Sir a real person?"

"It's both a painting and a real person."

"Why did you walk out of the painting?"

"I asked someone to paint me with a brush, and I borrowed a painting to show my true self." The Taoist looked at them and smiled slightly, "It seems that you didn't want to invite me when you painted me. Could it be that you want to harm me with the painting?"

"Sir, is this the real person who cast a spell in my house this morning?"

"Can't be called a real person."

"I wonder what the real person calls him?"

"My surname is Song and my name is You."

"It turns out to be Zhenren Song."

The old lieutenant lowered his head and covered his mouth again and coughed a few times, then raised his head and said: "The old man's teachings are useless, the dog is stupid and reckless, and collides with the real person. The real person should punish me, but the punishment of being deaf for a lifetime is a bit too severe." Okay, secondly, I only have my only son, so I would like to ask the real person to raise your noble hand and solve the curse. I am willing to repay him with thousands of gold, and I will control him well from now on and not let him cause trouble everywhere."

"I'm afraid not."

"Why not?"

"What if you can't do it with just one step?"

"I will never give up easily with the real person."

"Is this your Majesty Chang?"

"Exactly."

"No wonder the mansion is full of death energy." The Taoist shook his head, "I wonder which master extended the life of the Taiwei?"

"What death?"

"In recent days, Lieutenant, when you go to bed at night or when you close your eyes, do you feel that you are in a trance, and sometimes you even seem to be able to see yourself?"

"How do you know?"

"Have the Taiwei asked the expert who extended the Taiwei's life? What's the reason?" The Taoist stood still, looking only at the old Taiwei, "Or do you just think that your eyes are dim? Or your body is too weak. Caused by this?"

"It's just three parts of the medicine that's poisonous, so what's the problem if I'm dizzy?"

"It turns out it's a side effect of the medicine." The Taoist nodded, "Then the Taiwei's cold body is also a side effect of the medicine?"

"How do real people know?"

"Is the expert who renewed his life still there?"

"I went out to collect herbs yesterday."

"I see."

"What do you mean by the real person?"

"This is not a way to prolong life. It's just to temporarily imprison the old captain's soul in the old captain's body, and then use a secret method to keep the body from becoming stiff or rotting." The Taoist shook his head, "The world says this is an evil way. The one who goes out The expert who collected the medicine may not come back again.”

"presumptuous!"

The old man yelled angrily, and while he was angry, he felt panic: "Even if you are a great person, you can't talk nonsense!"

"Has the Lieutenant ever felt his own heartbeat?"

"this……"

The old man immediately put his hand on his heart.

Then he gradually opened his eyes.

"Old lieutenant..."

The Taoist looked at him and shook his head: "Do you know? You died two days ago!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

"you……"

The old lieutenant's eyes suddenly widened, but before he could finish his sentence, he seemed to be stuck, and his face suddenly turned pale.

I couldn't take a breath and fell down instantly.

"Lieutenant!"

"Ah father!"

Everyone was in chaos.

The young man couldn't hear what everyone was talking about. He only saw his old father talking to the Taoist priest who came out of the painting. But as he was talking, his old father's eyes widened and he fainted. He didn't know the reason, so he just shouted and rushed. He went over and hugged his old father's body.

But as soon as he touched it, he instantly retracted his hand——

It was actually cold!

However, in his panic, he didn't care to think carefully, and just continued to hold his old father's hand. He shouted several times without a response, then immediately turned back to stare at the Taoist, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth:

"Demon! You harmed my wife!"

"You are joking. The Taiwei died two days ago. How can you say that it was done by me? What's more, such behavior is against the law of heaven. The Taiwei has been feeling strong in the past two days, and he will soon feel strong." Slowly decaying but you are still awake, thinking you are sick. You may even wait until your body is completely dead, but your soul is still imprisoned and tortured. It is not until you hear your cries on the day of burial that you realize that you are already dead. Escaped." The Taoist said to him. Miraculously, his voice could be heard again, "After all, I helped the Taiwei."

"It's a bunch of smoke!"

"Stop and take a breath."

"..."

The young man looked left and right, rushed over in a few steps, took off the picture of Two Tigers Confronting the Mountain from the wall, and shook it in his hand.

"Wow!"

"Show up!"

The young man shouted.

I saw a cloud of gray smoke being shaken out from the painting, as if all the ink stains had turned to dust and been shaken out.

In an instant, there was only a roar, and two huge colorful tigers rushed out of the gray smoke and landed on the ground. Their size, which was far larger than that of normal tigers, gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Bite him to death!"

The young man pointed at Song You: "Avenge my father!"

"Ouch..."

The two tigers immediately turned their heads and stared at the Taoist.

Just when he was about to pounce, he saw the Taoist and the tiger looking at each other, and asked casually: "I wonder if you two tigers know that you are just a painting?"

After the words fell to the ground, both tigers were stunned.

Standing there unable to move.

I saw the Taoist wave his hand again and said:

"Let's go back."

"Canopy!"

The two tigers exploded into ashes again.

It is strange to say that the tiger in this painting is as afraid of being exposed as the hanging man.

The person who hangs his life is already dead. He is hanging by magic and also by his own belief. Once his belief is broken, he will die when he realizes that he is dead.

The tiger in the painting is a fiction, it is difficult to say whether it is true or false. If you know it is false and firmly believe it, you can treat it like a breeze when a tiger comes in front of you. If you tell the truth, it will be difficult for the tiger to hurt you. If you don’t know whether it is true or false, or you don’t know a little bit of the truth, or you know it is false, but you are worried and worried about something unexpected, and you will be hurt by a tiger if you cannot be calm and confident when it is close to you.

So when the Taoist said something, they were stunned.

With another wave of his hand, they returned to the painting.

However, the Taoist drove away two such huge tigers so easily and casually, which undoubtedly shocked the people around him.

Especially young men, almost weak in the legs.

"Because of my noble birth, I often do whatever I want in the city. I have made mistakes in the first place. I punished me a little, but I didn't repent. Instead, I tried to eat me." The Taoist shook his head at the young man, "However, I thought of you. It was because I was temporarily angry about my father's death, and I didn't know the reason. I mistakenly thought that I had harmed my father, and it was excusable, so I would not take my life."

Pause for a moment:

"However, the crime of death can be avoided, but the crime of living cannot be escaped. I have thought about it again and again, and I have given you a lifetime of silence. I hope that after I stop listening and speaking, I will calm down and think more, and wake up soon, just like before. If I do more good deeds from now on, maybe there will be something wrong A day of unraveling.”

The young man continued to open his mouth, but no sound came out. However, he had already been deafened and couldn't hear his own voice at all. He didn't know if he could speak aloud. He could only open and close it.

Judging from the facial expression and lip shape, he was cursing something.

Song You waved his hand and he fainted.

There were three people left in the room at this time.

The Taoist looked at them one by one.

"Plop!"

The housekeeper fell to his knees, kowtowed and waved his hands, speechless.

The Taoist waved his hand.

"Master Immortal, spare your life!"

The housekeeper immediately made a sound. After hearing it, he was stunned for a moment, and then he begged for mercy: "Master Immortal, spare your life, this matter has nothing to do with the villain!"

The Taoist turned his attention to the remaining two people.

"Plop!"

The painter also knelt on the ground.

"Immortal Master, spare your life! I am just a painter. I was hunted by Jianghu people some time ago. I only escaped by hiding in Taiwei's mansion. If I go out and be caught by Jianghu people, my life will be worse than death. Taiwei calls Xiao When someone drew a portrait of an immortal master, the villain refused at first, but he threatened his life, and the villain had no other choice, so he asked the immortal to spare his life!"

The Taoist said nothing and only looked at the housekeeper.

"This statement is true..."

The butler said tremblingly.

"Master Immortal, please spare my life!"

"Master, there is no need to panic. I am not someone who is easy to kill." Song You said calmly, "Master's skills are so powerful that he has been coerced by others and has no intention of harming me. How can I dare to hurt the master?"

"Thank you, Immortal Master."

"Please get up quickly."

"Thank you so much..."

Song You finally looked at the middle-aged Taoist.

The attitude is obvious, one by one.

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes flickered, but he saluted him and asked: "My surname is Mu, my Taoist name is Shou, my Taoist name is Pingqiuzi. I once studied Taoism at the Luming Mountain Zhenyan Monastery. I wonder where you practice in the fairy mountain cave?" "

"Yin Yang Mountain Fulong Temple."

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist's face suddenly became extremely exciting, and he quickly bowed deeply: "It is actually the immortal master of Fulong Temple. I am a poor Taoist who has no eyesight and cannot recognize the real person. I have offended the immortal master. Please forgive me."

"Why are you here?"

"To be honest with the Immortal Master, the old Taiwei had a life-saving grace for Ping Dao. Today, the yamen was punished by the Immortal Master, so he asked people to invite Ping Dao, intending to use the painting as a matchmaker to cast a spell on the Immortal Master." The middle-aged Taoist man said firmly. He scratched his head and said, "So that the Immortal Master will know that the Taiwei Mansion is not to be messed with and come to break the curse."

"I don't know how you are going to treat me?"

"The Taiwei told me that he would not harm the Immortal Master's life and would only let the Immortal Master notice it, so I planned to cast a small spell to make the Immortal Master notice it."

"His Majesty lied."

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist lowered his head and was silent for a moment before speaking truthfully: "The poor Taoist wanted to cast a body-death curse, which tortured my husband and left him covered in ulcers. He had to return to the Taiwei's Mansion to undo the curse in exchange for undoing it. "

"What do you think I should do?"

"The Taiwei has saved Pindao's life. No matter what, he should repay the favor. Since he has offended the immortal master, he will be punished by the immortal master. Pindao will never complain."

"Since I am a Taoist from Luming Mountain's True Words Monastery, why don't you practice pure cultivation on the mountain instead of going down the mountain to cause chaos?"

"The mountain is pure and clean, but the poor Taoist can't stay there."

"Does Mantra Aspect teach these mantras?"

"This is what I learned from the sorcerers after I came down from the mountain."

"I see."

"Please be punished by the Immortal Master."

"I'll do what I did to you in return." Song You paused for a moment, "But when it comes to fighting, there's no such thing as one for one. So I also ask you to refrain from speaking, speaking, or casting spells for the rest of your life. How about just going back to Luming Mountain to do some cleansing and cultivation, and if you achieve great success in cultivation, you will be able to untie it naturally?"

"..."

The middle-aged Taoist was silent for a moment, and then he handed over his hand:

"I will obey the Immortal Master's instructions!"

Song You waved his hand and walked into the painting.

Several people lowered their heads and did not dare to look further.

The room has become quiet.

When they looked up again, they saw a young Taoist in the painting, which was exactly the same as when it was painted. Then they heard a roar, and the painting spontaneously ignited and burned to ashes in a matter of seconds.

Except for the painter, everyone else was speechless.

"..."

Time seemed to freeze for another moment.

The middle-aged Taoist had already felt itching on his body. When he first noticed it, he just felt discomfort on his skin, like ants crawling. After a while, it felt like hard grass scratching his body. He frowned, pursed his lips tightly, and just turned his head to look at the painter beside him, his eyes sparkling. After a moment, he finally gave up and shook his head.

Then he picked up his pen and wrote on the table:

"The master possesses a peerless secret treasure and is involved in this matter. It is difficult to escape. Please leave quickly."

When the painter saw it, he was shocked.

Then he quickly bowed and saluted:

"Thank you sir!"

The middle-aged Taoist said nothing and waved his hand.

The painter didn't dare to say anything more and just left the place quickly.

At this time, the Taoist's body was as if bitten by mosquitoes.

He was very familiar with this feeling. Since he came down from the mountain and wandered around Changjing, he had used this kind of spell to deal with many people.

Personal experience at this time can be considered retribution.

Thank you to the leader of "Wind Thorn Slaughter God" for bowing and showing your chest!

(End of chapter)