When Chen Yun entered the painting on the wall in a confused way, he vaguely heard someone calling him from behind, but he ignored it and entered the painting as if he was in a daze.
Sure enough, the painting on the wall was a portal. He easily stepped through the portal and found that he had appeared in a courtyard.
But after he arrived in this courtyard, he seemed to have suddenly forgotten many things.
"Sir, why are you so dazed? Help me swing the swing!"
A woman's coquettish voice made him turn around, and he saw a woman sitting on a swing wrapped in a passionate red dress.
What is more passionate than the red dress is the woman's figure, and the seductive eyebrows under the temples, which are both happy and angry. This should... seem... to be his wife?
"Huh? Oh! Come here, come here!"
He was a little stupid at first, but he quickly realized that it was natural for him to help his wife push the swing.
He walked over, gently pushed the swing, and then asked the vague doubt in his heart: "Madam, why are you and me here?"
This woman with slightly rounded temples, eyebrows like a distant mountain indigo, clear watery eyes, a small nose like a hanging bile, a mouth as red as pearls, and skin as thick as gelatin, laughed softly: "This is my home, you are my husband-in-law, I It’s your wife, where would we be if you and I were not at home?”
Chen Yun nodded, what he said seemed to be right.
The woman smiled sweetly and said, "I'm afraid my husband hasn't eaten yet, so he doesn't even have the strength to push the swing!"
This is what Chen Yunxin said, I am born with supernatural power, how can I bear this injustice?
So with a hard push, the long swing swung into the sky, and the lady on the swing laughed like silver bells.
Suddenly, several women's soft screams came from the distance: "Ah! Sister flies so high, brother-in-law, we want to fly too!"
As the sound came, several more beautiful women came to the courtyard, looking enviously at the lady who was swinging into the air.
Are these my sisters-in-law?
Chen Yun couldn't help but be confused. He seemed to remember that he didn't have a sister-in-law!
Did I remember it wrong?
If he remembers it wrong, he remembers it wrong. He is definitely not greedy for the beauty of these sisters-in-law. The most important thing is that his brother-in-law takes care of his sister-in-law. Isn't that normal?
At some point, there were a few more swings here, one for each of the sisters-in-law, and he, the brother-in-law, helped push them up to the sky.
He didn't know that his body was still standing stupidly in front of the wall of the corridor, staring straight at the paintings on the wall without moving at all.
Beside him, there were thirty-six Rakshasa ghosts wary of a bearded swordsman not far away.
"How did the Rakshasa ghosts from the underworld come to the upper world?
Who is that young man, and how come there are so many Rakshasa ghosts following him?
But looking at the overwhelming luck, these Rakshasa ghosts probably don’t like it!
Why follow this young man?
But it's a pity that there is one less lucky young man in this world, and there is one more quiet little monk with six roots! "
Since there was a Rakshasa ghost guarding the young man's body, the bearded swordsman did not come forward. The young man had already looked at the paintings on the wall, and no one could save him except himself.
But after coming out, I am still not myself, so that’s a different story.
To be honest, when he saw a young man with great luck being plotted against him, he wanted to save him, but unfortunately he didn't have the ability.
Someone may be able to save you, but it's definitely not you.
So the bearded swordsman simply ignored it and walked around behind the wall of the corridor. There was a hill here with a small hole that was not too big.
The swordsman took out a small sword as big as a finger from his mouth, placed it in front of a hole, and performed a sword trick.
Then he shouted softly: "Go!"
Immediately, the small sword turned into a beam of light and went into the hole. After a while, with the squeaking of two weasels in the hole, the small sword pierced the weasel's head and flew out.
The weasel is half a man tall. Isn't it the same weasel that led the Rakshasa ghost to the wall of the corridor just now?
If Chen Yun saw it, he would know that the weasel in the painting on the wall was not the one he was chasing.
One of the weasel's paws was still clutching a jade hammer, and the other paw was holding a hammer.
The swordsman stretched out his hand to pull these two things out of the weasel's body. His grip was too tight. Even if it was dead, the grip was still very tight, so he could only use the pulling action.
After pulling it off, he held it in his hand, looked at it, and murmured to himself: "With this thing and this mural, how many people have been converted into Buddhism!
If this thing were in the hands of a monk, I would naturally not dare to snatch it away, lest I get involved in Buddhist karma.
But if you snatch it from the hands of monsters, it has nothing to do with Buddhism!
If you meet someone who knows the goods, you can get a lot of money for drinks by selling them! "
After saying that, he was very happy and stuffed the things into his arms.
Then he returned to the courtyard. Regardless of the dozens of evil ghosts, Shura lit a fire directly in the courtyard. The materials for making the fire were naturally obtained locally.
The weasel, which weighed several dozen kilograms, was skinned by him with a small sword. The small sword seemed a little reluctant when it was used to skin it, and it shook a few times, but he ignored it.
Peeling the skin, disembowelling it, removing the feces and head, as for the demon pill that was still stained with blood, he put it in his mouth and swallowed it without even washing it.
Don’t be afraid of being demonized either!
Dozens of Shura watched with eager eyes as the bearded swordsman held a few wooden sticks, passed through the weasels weighing dozens of kilograms, and placed them on the fire.
But they didn't dare to pounce on him because they faintly sensed a threat in the swordsman, a fatal threat.
Their instinct suppresses their bodies that are already ready to move. Their instinct tells their blank minds that if they rush forward, they will die.
After smearing salt on the weasel carcass with its head and fur removed, and then setting it up next to the fire for barbecue, the swordsman acted as if no one was around and began to meditate and adjust his breath beside the fire.
He actually wasn't worried that one or two Rakshasa ghosts would jump over and bite him while he was meditating and adjusting his breath.
However, Chen Yun in the painting has passed several decades, during which he married seven wives in a row, including all six of his wife's sisters-in-law.
Moreover, he won the first prize when he went to Beijing to take the exam, started to work as an official, and then rose all the way to the top, and even became the first assistant to the prime minister, with power in both the government and the opposition.
Even the emperor did not dare to disobey his wishes at court meetings because he was too powerful.
He vigorously develops education, and what he wants most is to give all young people in the world the opportunity to learn.
He built straight roads, and he told the emperor that the extent of a country's territory was determined by the speed at which horses and chariots arrived.
He vigorously promoted agriculture and ordered scholars to record farmers' farming techniques, and cooperated with experienced farmers to improve planting methods and increase production in order to feed more people.
He also built workshops, saying that only workshops could change the inevitability of land annexation.
He doesn't know where he got this knowledge, but he just understands it and knows that doing so will benefit the people.
His original intention in doing all this was to serve the country and the people. He thought he would get the support of the emperor and the help and understanding of the courtiers, so his attitude may be a little tougher and a little impatient.
He has experienced decades in the painting, but outside the painting, the time has only reached midnight.
The bearded swordsman went to sleep somewhere. There were only thirty-six Rakshasa ghosts in the courtyard, and Chen Yun's body stood there.
Suddenly, there was movement around, and then, five or six weasels, about half the height of a man, appeared around and approached.
And while approaching, he attacked and provoked the Rakshasa ghost.
Luo Sha ghosts originally moved by instinct, and it was instinct to stay by Chen Yun's body. When provoked, a dozen of them naturally rushed out and attacked the five or six weasels.
