Chapter 198: Slaying Demons and Eliminating Demons
"We are the special police. Mr. An, there should be a painting in your home. That thing is a monster and will be harmful to you. Please cooperate with us to take out the painting."
"What monster."
"You are the police? What, with your identity you can rob things for no reason? Can you rob people?"
"No, we have evidence. It will harm you."
"Let's go, are you going to go?!"
The elderly man glared angrily, picked up the broom lying next to him, and beat several young men in plain clothes out. Zhu Hongmiao was also inside. He sent the man to the hospital and left the field in one breath.
But now I feel the pain that I cannot express.
Firstly, they didn't dare to do anything violent to the old man, and secondly, they were afraid of really making a big noise, but instead frightened the evil spirit away. At that moment, the monks who had obviously gained some cultivation were also frightened.
An old man sweeps the house with a broom.
They all looked at each other with embarrassed faces.
Zhu Hongmiao said: "The evil spirit is still inside. Let's spread out and surround it to prevent it from acting rashly. Take out the talisman. Once the evil spirit on the other side changes, we will rush in directly."
For a moment, I felt a little bit itchy with hatred.
It has not yet reached the stage where it is popularized among the whole people. After they practice the basic exercises, they have to sign a treaty, keep it secret, and try not to let the impact of this matter expand, so as to avoid unnecessary occurrences in the transition stage from the ordinary society stage to the compulsory practice society for all.
trouble, slowing down the overall progress.
Zhu Hongmiao rubbed the area just hit by the old man's broom, grinned, waved his hand, and said:
"spread."
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An Xuyang drove Zhu Hongmiao and others out.
Panting, he put the broom down.
When he turned around, he saw his wife in red. The old man subconsciously hid the broom behind him and explained with a smile: "A few young people came in and went to the wrong place."
The fairy in the painting hummed.
An Xuyang walked over, held his wife's hand, and said, "Let's go to the house."
"My son is so busy at work, but he still found time to clean the old house. He just wants to have a lively birthday. It's not appropriate for the two of us to stay outside. Come on, go in and tease little Rongrong."
The fairy in the painting followed him into the house.
This is an old house.
It's An's old house.
When An Xuyang was young, he lived here for most of his life before moving out.
Today is his sixtieth birthday, and his son An Shengming insisted on making it grand. Many old friends came and brought some gifts. They were not very valuable things, but at least they showed their sincerity.
Several tables of wine and food were set up in the yard, and An Shengming personally took the dishes.
An Xuyang's second son made a list of the things sent by relatives and friends.
It's not about comparison, it's just about this friendship, don't forget it.
An Xuyang changed into a dress with a stand-up collar that looked a little more serious, and the fairy in the painting also acted like an old lady. According to the custom of his hometown, when he is sixty or seventy years old, his birthday must be a good one.
If there is a brazier, step over it and burn the unclean things. You also have to offer sacrifices to your ancestors. When you are eighty or ninety years old, you will have to "forget your birthday", which means that as you get older, it is not a good thing to get older.
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Sometimes when a person reaches a certain age, he or she feels that he or she is going to die soon.
Old people can live longer and healthier lives if they forget how old they are, which is a rare thing to be confused about.
When the old man was packing his things, he saw the ancient painting. The scroll itself had turned yellow, and it showed a woman in red with beautiful features and a smile on her red lips.
An Xuyang stroked the scroll and discussed with his wife next to him:
"It's not good to hold it down all the time."
"How about hanging this painting up today?"
The fairy in the painting turned red, glared at him, and said:
"My son and grandson are all here today. If you hang the painting up, aren't you not giving me face?"
An Xuyang smiled awkwardly, and suddenly thought of the policemen today, and said again: "That's right, you should hold this painting, hide it well, hide it in a hidden place, and don't let others see it."
He directly handed the scroll to the fairy in the painting, then patted the palm of the fairy in the painting with his hand that was no longer as strong as before, and said with a smile: "An Xuyang will never regret marrying you in this life."
The fairy in the painting said: "What are you talking about?"
An Xuyang laughed loudly, turned around and walked out of the door.
An Shengming served the dishes, which were cooked at home. The dishes were simple and not as exquisite as those in restaurants. The ingredients were solid, the portions were large and the flavors were strong. Everyone was talking and laughing loudly, while the juniors were chatting among themselves. It was the so-called
It's fun.
Zhu Hongmiao squatted outside and took a vicious bite of the egg-filled pancake.
He has already applied for help from the powerful members of the action team.
They couldn't control the evil spirit, they couldn't talk softly, and they couldn't use force.
But the action team naturally has experts.
Turning his head, he saw an unexpected figure.
"Master of the Guard?"
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Wei Yuan said before that orthodox gods look down on illusions.
This is true.
But he is not a god.
The blindness method is still very useful.
With just a magic spell, he walked into the house easily. No one, old or young, found him in the courtyard. Wei Yuan believed that the fairy in the painting he saw before was kind-hearted, but in ancient times, the vengeful spirit
Huapi begged Crouching Tiger for some time, saying that she only wanted to be able to provide for her parents until old age, and Huapi was sincere at that time.
The kind-hearted wealthy lady ultimately failed to resist the monster's bloodthirsty nature.
He left hundreds of lives in his hands.
Where is the fairy in the painting?
Wei Yuan walked into the courtyard and sat quietly on the table nearby. There was an unused wine glass on the table. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. Now he had eaten to his heart's content on the wine table, and after enjoying himself,
It was to worship ancestors and step on the fire pot. An Xuyang held his breath and stepped over.
The children didn't know why, but they found it lively and clapped their hands and laughed.
An Shengming took out candies and gave them to them, asking them to say something nice.
Wei Yuan raised his eyes and scanned the courtyard, which was bustling with excitement. The old lady, or the fairy in the painting, was holding in her arms the ancient painting that Zhang Hao said had been tampered with, with a red dress exposed.
Shockingly vivid.
Wei Yuan remembered the lesson of the Painted Skin Demon.
It was her turn to jump into the brazier.
An Xuyang turned around and chatted with his friends with a smile.
suddenly,
The woman in red stepped over, and the old lady who was wearing a blindfold also stepped over the brazier lightly. However, the scroll in the hand of the fairy in the painting was thrown into the brazier, and the fire was lit with a crash. An Xuyang suddenly
He turned his head and saw the flames flickering, and the picture scroll with already brittle and yellow paper being burned away. He seemed to be in disbelief, and was stunned for a moment instinctively.
Then he suddenly felt like he was back to a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, struggling violently and pushing the person next to him away.
A few of them ran over, bent down, and stretched out their hands. Regardless of the flames burning, they stretched out their hands to grab the ancient painting in the burning brazier. An Shengming and the others were shocked. There was so much fire in the fire.
He also poured something to support combustion. This time he had to burn off the skin on his hands, so he quickly pulled the old man along.
But no one knows how this old man, who is already deaf, can have so much strength.
It's like a crazy cow that no one can hold back.
An Shengming struggled to pull, and quickly shouted to the old lady who was still there:
"Mom, please persuade Dad, why is he suddenly going crazy?"
Everyone knew that An Xuyang always listened to his wife's words, so everyone turned around and looked at the old lady.
An Xuyang's eyes were wide open and red with tears, but he just stared into the brazier.
The woman in red stood in the flames, looked at him, but didn't say anything. She smiled slightly, and then the smoke disappeared, leaving only the ashes of the burned paintings, which flew down as the flames licked them.
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An Xuyang stretched out his hand, and the golden-red ashes burned by the flames fell on his palm.
The old man lost his strength and was pulled away by his descendants, but he burst into tears.
The young people who were finally able to hold the old man back smiled. The children were holding colorful candies with blank faces, and their faces were still happy. Only An Xuyang sat on the ground alone, crying in front of the brazier.
Wei Yuan was silent and then laughed at himself.
He just thought that the fairy in the painting might still be able to control himself, or turn into a demon. If he could still control himself, he would take him back to Longhu Mountain. If he turned into a demon, he would have no choice but to draw his sword and slay the demon, but he did not think of the third one.
possibility.
The fairy in the painting discovered his own mutation and would rather destroy himself to completely eliminate the possibility of demonizing himself and harming others.
He gently placed the cup in his hand on the table.
The illusion was cast with itself as the center of the circle, and everyone fell into a blindfold. Only An Xuyang was still awake. He subconsciously raised his head and saw the museum owner who was wearing black clothes, looked slightly pale and sickly, and had sharp eyebrows.
All that was left was sadness, the light in his eyes was blurred, and he was so sad that he was speechless.
Wei Yuan walked through the courtyard and looked at the burned ancient paintings.
Said: "Sure enough, since she is the spirit born in the painting, of course she knows that the ancient painting has been tampered with."
Looking at An Xuyang with tears streaming down his face, Wei Yuan sighed secretly, opened his fingers slightly, narrowed his eyes, moved the spells on the Taiping Art according to his heart, and pointed at the glass of wine to draw the talisman, and then just a word, the wine
Transformed into a white dragon and fell into the fire basin, the souls that had dispersed naturally were summoned out before they could return to heaven and earth.
She transformed into a woman in red again, but her figure was erratic and she lost her sense of reality.
She looked at her palms and An Xuyang in disbelief, everything seemed like she was in a dream.
He looked at Wei Yuan again and said, "You are..."
Wei Yuan said: "This is just a Taoist technique to attract souls. You were originally a creature of ancient paintings, living in paintings. Now the paintings that entrust your soul have disappeared. However, I still have a compromise here.
I have to ask you two."
An Xuyang stared at Wei Yuan with a pleading look on his face.
Wei Yuan looked at the fairy in the painting and An Xuyang, first looked at the fairy in the painting, and asked:
"Are you willing to give up your long spiritual life and die together with him?"
"From now on, regardless of the foundation, he is just an ordinary mortal. He will get sick, sleepy, hungry, and tired."
The fairy in the painting nodded in agreement and said without hesitation:
"certainly."
Wei Yuan smiled, looked at An Xuyang again, and asked: "Well, Mr. An, I think you are in good health and you will probably live to be more than eighty years old. If you let the fairy and the real spirit in the painting connect with your soul
, I’m afraid she only has more than ten years to live at most. Are you willing to give ten years of your life to grow old and die together with her?”
An Xuyang nodded heavily, almost as if he was afraid that this was a dream.
Wei Yuan looked at each person and spirit, raised his hand and raised the talisman, which consumed the foundation of the immortal in the painting and An Xuyang's lifespan. The talisman was slowly completed, split into two with a flick of his sleeve, and flew into An Xuyang and
Between the eyebrows of the fairy in the painting, An Xuyang only felt a little weak. Then, the woman in red lost her decades-old appearance, and her face appeared. Her black hair turned gray, and An Xuyang stood there.
Next to Yang, there is no sense of disobedience.
Wei Yuan retracted his finger.
The fairy in the painting had an ups and downs in his heart, and was distracted by this method that was almost against life and death to a certain extent.
She mustered up her courage and asked, "Taoist Master, aren't you here to kill demons?"
The young museum owner was surprised, then smiled warmly:
"This is also the case, slaying demons and eliminating demons."
He said: "When I left last time, I said I wish you both a happy golden wedding, but I forgot the time. There are still ten years left, so I took it as my blessing in advance."
When An Xuyang firmly held the hand of the immortal in the painting, he turned and left.
When he stepped out of the courtyard, he saw the book recording the gifts. A strange feeling made Wei Yuan pause for a moment, pondered for a moment, then picked up the pen, followed the agitation in his heart, and followed the traces of heaven and earth, adding more words at the back.
After finishing a sentence, it is like completing the last stroke when drawing a talisman, and the energy flow is smooth.
It turns out that this is also a talisman.
If Wei Yuan had some enlightenment, he would also know that this was not only a talisman, but also a motto that became a motto.
He looked at what he had written, turned around and left.
The illusion suddenly dissipated when he walked out of the yard. An Xuyang turned his head and saw that the old lady who was originally a cover-up was still standing there. It was true. He stood up suddenly, ran over in a few steps, and said awkwardly
Without saying anything, the old lady stretched out her hand and patted the dirt on his clothes. Her eyes were slightly red and she whispered:
"It's just a painting, what's the rush?"
"Yes, yes, it's just a painting."
At this time, a child holding candy lowered his head and saw a line of text in the book that recorded the gift, which was as plain as a line drawing: "Fifteen years of marriage, Quanzhou Weiyuan"
He blinked, and that line of text strangely disappeared, as if it was just his illusion.
Wei Yuan walked out step by step, with joy and sobs suppressing the stress and worries of the past behind him.
A true monk has said that we must save all sentient beings.
But there is no sentient being to save.
It is for all sentient beings to save themselves.
They lived together for fifteen years and finally died together.
On the banks of the Forgotten River, I rested with you for a long time; in the mud, my hair was tangled with yours.
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In the distant mountains, far away from the human world, beasts that only existed in the past years let out earth-shaking roars, mythical beasts flew across the sky, and winged tigers roared in a low voice.
Wu Yu, who was sitting quietly, opened his eyes and changed into sorcerer's clothes.
He took out the solemn, strange but sacred bronze mask.
The ceremony is about to begin.
PS: Today’s second update…………4,000 words.
Everyone eats rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival~