Should I feed the pictures with me or the pictures with me?
Mo Hua licked his lips, and the visual image seemed to tremble as the candlelight swayed.
The coffin is cold and it is quite comfortable to lie down.
The ink painting is waiting inside...
But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.
Ink painting frowned.
What's going on?
I promised to use it as a sacrifice, why no one came to "eat" me?
After waiting for a while, there was still no response in the coffin.
"The coffin is broken?"
"Or it was the mantra that Lu Chengyun recited was wrong?"
"Or, this visualization picture can only be fed by the disciples of the Zhang family?"
Not right...
A group of zombies, some of them are eaten, who will care who will feed them?
"Will that... be my problem?"
Mo Hua was stunned, then concentrated on his senses, and indeed found something abnormal in the coffin.
There was a sound in the coffin.
The sound is very subtle, floating, sometimes far and sometimes near...
Mo Hua listened carefully and then he realized that an old man was talking, his voice intermittently and full of seduction:
"You... have a wonderful bone..."
"...The physique is special, and the highest-grade spiritual roots are hidden in the meridians..."
"You and I have a fate, I will pass on your way... to help you ascend to immortality..."
...
Mo Hua curled her lips.
If you really can ascend to immortality, if you don’t reach the top yourself, you will pass it on to others?
This sound is obviously the voice of Zhang Quan’s ancestor.
I have heard of ink painting many times before.
He thought about it carefully, and suddenly he was slightly stunned.
Could this sound be the key to the sacrifice?
Only by believing in his words can one enter the sacrifice?
I have a deep spiritual consciousness, a firm heart of Taoism, and I don’t believe in its nonsense, so it can’t "eat" itself if it can’t enter the coffin?
Ink painting thinks it is possible...
He convinced himself and pretended to "believe" the old man's nonsense.
Sure enough, after a moment, the sound became clearer and clearer, as if it was directly heard in the sea of ​​consciousness of the ink painting.
"You and I have the fate to help you become an immortal..."
"Help you become an immortal..."
This voice is old, kind and compassionate.
At the same time, Mo Hua's eyes were blurred and a picture appeared.
This ink painting looks very familiar, and it is the master of the Zhang family that he has coveted for a long time!
Unlike the real picture, the ancestor's picture at this time is filled with clouds, cigarette smoke, and in the floating light, gold light is hidden, and the characters on it are all covered with gold edges.
The ancestors of the Zhang family have all the ancestors, like immortals standing in the clouds and mists, one by one, and the fairy spirit is floating.
Seeing this, Mo Hua looked forward to her little face, but she thought to herself:
"Just cheat others. Don't pretend to behave in front of your Zhang family's 'little ancestor'..."
"I don't know, you are all a group of old zombies..."
Mo Hua felt in her heart, and when she looked at the picture of the Zhang family’s ancestor, she was suddenly stunned.
He found an acquaintance among these "people".
This acquaintance is actually Zhang Quan!
He was at the end with a respectful look. He looked at Mo Hua, but his eyes were a little surprised, resentful and coveted.
The ink painting was a little surprised.
Zhang Quan is not dead?
No, or...
His body was dead, but his divine thoughts were not dead yet. Like the ancestors of the Zhang family, his divine thoughts turned into evil spirits and were parasitized in the visualization diagram...
The ink painting gradually figured it out.
No wonder Zhang Quan wanted to see his master's picture of Zhang's family before he died.
It’s not really as he said, that he was ashamed of his ancestors and wanted to kowtow to apologize or something.
Instead, I want to enter the picture after death, and live for the ghost and the accomplice in the visualization picture.
It doesn’t matter whether Lu Chengyun opens the picture or not. As long as he takes out the visualization picture from the storage bag, he has already given Zhang Quan a chance.
Ink painting has to be admitted.
I really underestimated Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan is not as stupid as he thinks.
Lu Chengyun obviously did not expect that Zhang Quanneng would have such a scheming and that the Zhang family could have such unpredictable means.
Mo Hua frowned again.
"But... not all monks can receive such 'treat' after their death..."
Death is gone, and there is great horror.
When the deadline of many monks is approaching, they do everything they can to survive.
The Qian family ancestor refined life pills, and the Lu family ancestor refined himself into a corpse, all because he was afraid of death and wanted to survive.
If this picture is really parasitic.
Even if you don’t have a physical body, an old villain like the Qian family ancestor and the Lu family who do evil things will definitely be willing to turn into a ghost and live in the picture...
There is not much knowledge about practicing Taoism related to ink painting, but I think it shouldn't be that simple...
"Is the Zhang family's bloodline special, or is this visualization picture...it itself is more special?"
Ink painting was pondering in my heart again.
After thinking for a while, he remembered that now is not the time to consider these things. He still has to hold a "Hongmen Banquet" to entertain the "guests".
At this moment, the Zhang family had already entered the sea of ​​consciousness of Mo Hua.
There are five people in total.
Two elders and three disciples, one of them was Zhang Quan.
Zhang Quan has the lowest seniority, but his cultivation is quite high, and he already has the foundation-building realm, so he is considered the most qualified disciple.
But what he faced was all his ancestors of his "ancestors", so his posture was very low and his tone was very respectful.
After entering the sea of ​​ink painting, Zhang Quan asked carefully:
"Elder Song, Elder Si, should we come in first? Shouldn't our ancestors enjoy it first?"
“It’s okay.”
To be continued...