When Liu Hou woke up, it was already two days later.
He swept away the dishes on the table like a storm.
Like a starving ghost reincarnated.
He was really, really hungry!
I was so hungry that my eyes glowed green.
Although Qin Wenying is a painting fairy, she is good at cooking.
She and Shen Fan sat opposite Liu Hou together, holding their chins up, staring at Liu Hou in surprise and joy.
Liu Hou was so embarrassed to stare at him.
"You guys are looking at me like this, how can I eat?"
His mouth was filled to the brim, and food flew out as he spoke.
Shen Fan sneered and said, "Aren't we using grateful eyes to show our gratitude?"
"What kind of virtue you have, I still don't know it these days."
Liu Hou chewed a few more times, swallowed the food with difficulty, and then put a few more mouthfuls of vegetables into his mouth.
Shen Fan clicked his tongue when he saw it, this guy has a really good appetite.
"You want to ask me how I escaped from the ancient painting, and what happened to the painting demon, right?"
Liu Hou wiped his mouth.
The two of them nodded vigorously in unison.
"Don't worry, the painting devil is dead."
Liu Hou said calmly.
Upon hearing this, Qin Wenying and Shen Fan, who had already made some guesses, were immediately surprised and delighted.
Qin Wenying was even more surprised. She had been tortured by the painting demon for hundreds of years, and she knew very well that the painting demon was an invincible existence in the painting.
But such a terrifying painting demon was actually destroyed by Liu Hou.
This is so incredible!
But Mr. Liu Hou will never tell lies.
The big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and Qin Wenying wanted to cry.
I endured it.
Shen Fan was more direct. In his ecstasy, he asked again: "Master Liu Hou, how did you kill the painting demon? I heard that it was a bad guy in the painting."
"If you want to ask about trade secrets, you have to pay extra."
Liu Hou glared at him.
Shen Fan was immediately speechless.
Compared to paying money, well, the truth doesn't seem that important.
Qin Wenying said quietly: "Since the painting demon is dead, it is good. The painting demon is dead, the weasel spirit was also killed by the Taoist priest, and my husband's family is finally safe."
Liu Hou ate and drank enough, wiped his mouth clean, and looked out the window.
Suddenly asked: "I'm afraid a lot of big things have happened in the past few days."
Qin Wenying nodded: "Yes, the bonds of everyone who was bewitched by the painting demon and entered the Wangchuan River in the painting have been restored. Those forgotten memories have also returned to the minds of the relatives who died in the painting.
Many people in this world are like a mess."
"I guess so."
Liu Hou sighed: "Actually, that Hua Mo was a poor man when he was alive. Even when he was old, he was a widower who had never touched a woman in his life.
He was disabled and was bullied to death by the villagers.
He was really dead and there was no one to collect his body.
I don’t know whether it was luck or a curse, but there was an ancient tomb where the painting demon died. There was an ancient painting in the tomb. It died in grief and anger, and it was very resentful after its death.
That resentment entered the ancient paintings.
In the end, he transformed into the devil in the painting, massacred the entire village, pulled those people into the ancient painting with their souls, and fed the blood river in the painting. After that, in order to survive and practice, it continued The ground lures people into the painting, and the sin is heinous.
Those who are oppressed by evil eventually become evil itself."
The place where the ghost of the painted demon is scattered is in Liu Hou's dream-painting technique. He can naturally see the past of the painted demon.
After listening to Liu Hou's story about the painting demon's life and death, Shen Fan had no sympathy at all, but said bitterly: "It tortured my wife for a hundred years. This kind of monster is not worthy of pity even if it is cut to pieces with a thousand cuts.
It’s a pity that it died so easily.”
Liu Hou curled his lips and thought, drawing a demon to death is not easy.
It died in the most painful memory deep in its heart. If there are punishments in hell, then this is probably the most terrible punishment: "The painting demon is an old widower. The biggest resentment is not death itself, but it I have never been married or touched a woman in my life.
So when it saw Qin Wenying, the fairy in the painting, who was of the opposite sex and the same kind, it became obsessed with marrying her to settle the regrets of its lifetime."
At this point, Liu Hou did not mention the painting of demons anymore, but asked Shen Fan: "Have you found the bones of your grandparents?"
When Shen Fan heard this, he immediately felt extremely sad: "I found it, and it was spat out by the ancient painting."
"Bury them properly. For you, these two old people really gave everything, including their lives!"
Liu Hou sighed.
The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be nourished but cannot be kissed.
Human beings often only think about the efforts of their loved ones when they bid farewell to the remains of their loved ones.
But, it's already too late.
It is too late to show filial piety after death.
Liu Hou dusted himself off and went out to meet Shen Fan's parents and exchange a few words.
There were two coffins placed in the hall, and Shen Fan's parents were wearing sackcloth and mourning.
In front of the mourning hall of the two old men, Liu Hou respectfully offered a stick of incense.
Shen Fan’s grandparents are great.
In fact, it's not just them.
All ordinary people will shine brightly at some point.
Use great sacrifice to illuminate the path of the people they care about.
After offering incense, Liu Hou took Qin Wenying and Shen Fan to the big tree behind the house.
Shen Fan said suspiciously: "Master Liu Hou, why did you bring us here?"
"Looking for something."
Liu Hou rushed up the tree several times, found a package from the wooden house on the tree, and climbed down neatly.
Shen Fan's eyes widened: "What is this? Why didn't I know this thing was hidden in the tree house? It seems that after the tree house was repaired, it was placed there!"
This package is quite old and is wrapped very tightly.
After Liu Hou untied it, Shen Fan and Qin Wenying looked inside.
I was suddenly shocked.
It turned out to be a tablet.
On the tablet, there are words such as "The spiritual tablet dedicated to the three generations and five clothes of the great immortal Huang".
After seeing the words on the tablet clearly, Shen Fan was furious: "This is a tablet dedicated to those weasel spirits. How could it be hidden in my tree house? Who hid it in it?"
"Your grandfather."
Liu Hou said calmly.
"Me, my grandfather?"
Shen Fan was stunned for a moment, then shouted: "How is that possible!"
Qin Wenying sighed: "My lord, it was indeed my grandfather who made the memorial tablet. After my grandfather killed Weasel Spirit and his family, he always felt guilty in his heart.
I originally wanted to enshrine this tablet, but when I encountered two weasel spirits demanding my life, I had to hide it again to avoid irritating the weasel spirits even more."
"how so!"
Shen Fan said confused.
Liu Hou put the tablet in the palm of his hand and recited the Taoist incantation for reincarnation several times before stuffing it into Shen Fan's arms: "Take it, your Shen family will worship it for at least three generations."
"Why!"
Shen Fan was fuming angrily, with a look of reluctance on his face: "These weasel spirits killed my grandfather and grandma, and harmed me like this. Why should I worship them?"
Liu Houdao: "After all, it was your grandfather who killed them first, and they are also victims. You are only allowed to kill others, but others are not allowed to retaliate against you? What kind of truth is this?"
Shen Fan was speechless. He held it for a long time before he said, "But I hate them. Even so, I still have to worship them?"
Liu Hou nodded.
"But isn't this a bit pretentious and self-deceiving?"
Shen Fan could never pass his level.
Liu Hou smiled slightly: "In this life, people just want to live with peace of mind. Even if this so-called peace of mind is achieved through self-deception.
But that’s peace of mind in the end.
What's more, our ancestors taught this method, so naturally there is truth in it.
If you don’t want to live in peace in the future, then don’t make offerings.”
Seeing Liu Hou's seriousness, Shen Fan didn't dare not to make offerings: "I'll offer it, isn't it okay if I offer it?"
Seeing that he agreed, Liu Hou didn't hesitate anymore.
His eyes fell on Qin Wenying: "When will you tell him about your situation?"
As soon as the words came out, Shen Fan was confused.
But Qin Wenying seemed to have been seen through by Liu Hou, and her face suddenly turned pale.
He looked at Liu Hou with pleading eyes.
Chapter completed!