"But let me go back to the house to get ready. Sir, please come in and drink a bowl of water."

"That's natural. Dengzhou City is a long way away after all!"

Lao Miaozhu said and followed Shao Zhen into the yard, but there was no hot water. After all, Shao Zhen had just gotten up. Ordinary people don't have insulated tea buckets like those in teahouses and restaurants. You can only drink hot water when the stove lights up the fire.

A bowl of cold water and a handful of rice dumplings left over from yesterday were what Shao Zhen gave to Lao Miao Zhu, but the latter did not dislike them and ate them with relish.

Lao Miao Zhu was looking for a stick with a peach tree under his arm and a rice cooker in his hand, eating bit by bit. Shao Zhen was packing his things, so he took a look around the house.

"Creak, creak, creak, creak..."

The crispy rice balls were chewed loudly in Lao Miaozhu's mouth. Lao Miaozhu was not young, but his teeth were very good.

"I said Mr. Shao, wouldn't it be good for this painting to stay here?"

Lao Miao Zhu stood in front of the statue of the Xian Sheng Zhenjun with a rice cake in his hands. The painting he was talking about was naturally the picture of a hundred ghosts at the back.

Of course Shao Zhen understood what the old man meant. He also knew that the old man had some special abilities. He folded the clothes and put them in the backpack while answering.

Then he couldn't help but look at the backpack next to him.

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In Zhenjun's line of sight, a leg stepped out of the trunk, followed by arms and a body that quickly appeared. It was the Xian Sheng Shao Zhen who stepped out of the canvas.

"That's good!"

"Hey, does it feel bad coming out?"

"That is Mr. Zhenjun Shao. He is a scribe who is good at painting. He has traveled all over the world. He is a man of little ability. I went to Dengzhou with you that time, but there was no one to take care of me. I will also help them.

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"Humph!"

"Let's go to Linzi at the back tonight and join him."

The closer to the center of the Hundred Ghosts Diagram, the more human-like the ghosts are, but the "special feeling" beneath them is weaker than these weird ghosts.

But now the spiritual energy of the wild flows into the painting, and the moonlight and starlight fall, giving the painting a vague sense of self.

Zhenjun tightened the bag of the suitcase and said a word of comfort.

At the city gate, Lao Miao Zhu introduced the true king to the Zhou family and his wife.

Zhenjun Temple looked at the stunned Zhenjun, and then looked inside the book box. In fact, not all the ghosts in the painting really exist. Each has no aura, but not each has its own self. They are in a state of ignorance.

Long-haired ghosts are no longer a special case.

"Worry, Brother Zhou. If anything happens to their children, I will definitely be at Shaozhen Temple..."

But the arm retracted very slowly.

However, Lao Miaozhu actually didn't have too little hope that Zhenjun's paintings could be sold for much money.

The first temple in Lingdong of the Demon-Suppressing Saint is definitely something that Shao Zhen has never seen.

Who has never heard of the name of Painter Zhenjun?

Taking one step or two, the woman approached the real king. After thinking about it, she took another step forward, bowed towards me, and bowed respectfully.

Laomiao nodded with satisfaction.

"Alas!" "No, it's all up to Uncle Qigui's arrangement!"

It is true that Mei Bang's paintings are indeed very bad, and Lao Miaozhu is even more knowledgeable than others, but so what?

After Mei Bang had packed up the broken things, he and Lao Miao Zhu rolled up the paintings hanging on the wall and wrapped them with white cloth that showed the saint Shao Zhen, and all preparations were completed.

It was a woman wearing a blue robe, with long hair, a crown, and neat clothes. Her face was relatively thin, and she looked very inhumane. However, in the Hundred Ghosts Picture, there was not even one more pattern at the moment.

After everyone stopped making the noise of the wheels turning, the Zhou family members seemed less depressed after talking about the child. After all, the child's condition was very bad after he disappeared.

Including whether it is easy at home, how the harvest of the fields is, and the status of family members, etc.

In fact, the scroll is easy to fold, but I folded it anyway, otherwise it would be placed in the book return box.

The voice of the Zhenjun Temple rang out, and the woman looked shocked. She looked around in Wuai but found nothing. But suddenly, there seemed to be no golden light in the distance, a vague, but nothing.

Some strange figures stood here, giving the woman a terrible sense of oppression.

A long time ago, a vague arm stretched out from the scroll, and when it came into contact with the spiritual energy and moonlight starlight from the outside world, the vague feeling in the arm seemed to become stronger.

For dinner, we just baked a few steamed buns and drank some water, and everyone who was tired was ready to take a rest.

On the official road in the cold winter, there were almost no other pedestrians. It was almost eighty next year, and everyone who should go home had already gone home, and it was still so hot.

Lao Miao Zhu has obviously become the backbone of the Zhou family, which made the old man sigh. My relationship with the Zhou family was pretty bad back then.

Lao Miaozhu has planned all the itineraries. Did we choose to stay at the inn that we passed by? It will rain tonight, so we will save money and sleep in the wild.

In the series of minor disasters in Lingdong, none of the elders of the Zhou family have passed away, and the children in the family have only one single seedling, which is considered the hope of the family.

At that moment, Zhenjun Temple had an idea, and the picture scroll floated out from the book box, and then unfolded in mid-air. The pattern below was changed, but except for the figure in the center, there were not many or even bad ghosts among the other hundred ghosts who seemed to have no sight.

Inside, they also saw that they were going to Zhenjun Temple.

With a heavy snort, Zhenjunmiao waved his arm heavily, and Zhenjun on one side dozed off and gradually fell asleep.

"I just hope I can find my child, I hope I am safe and loveless, alas..."

"Yes, I plan to roll up this painting with the statue of Zhenjun and take it to Zhenjun Temple in Dengzhou."

Some of them who are spiritually weak are not even eager to try. They are just afraid of the statues, but it is more like an instinct, and they have not suffered any hardships.

It was a farmer and a village woman, who were the child's parents. We came to the county town with a mule cart to sell some mountain goods and local goods we had accumulated. We couldn't treat it as a trip to Dengzhou.
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The sky was gradually getting dark, and I walked about 10 to 40 miles away in less than half a day, which was considered a very fast move.

There will be wind and rain tonight, but it seems that God is taking care of us. Zhenjun sat behind the bonfire with his back on the dirt slope, looking at the moving flames in a daze.

"Oh, Mr. Shao!" "Mr. Shao is bad..."

The woman looked at her hands and feet in curiosity, stretched out her hand to touch her cheek, and then looked at Zhenjun, who was sleeping beside the campfire with his knees in his arms.

I also talked to Zhenjun about those old temple blessings.

In the evening, except Zhenjunzhi, the other eight people slept. In the first half of the night, Laomiao Zhu came to take my place.

About a quarter of an hour later, a figure suddenly stepped out of the painting.

The man from the Zhou family is an eighty-year-old farmer. I can feel that Mr. Shao cares about us, so the distance will naturally be shortened and we will talk less.

Lao Miao Zhu came over to interrupt the greetings, and took the initiative to lead the mule cart. The cart was broken and they were leading the car together. Maybe the child could sit down when he came back. If the scholar from Mei Bang came out in a hurry, he could also sit on it, and the cart

There are still some mountain products left, so you can eat them on the road.

No sound was made, and the woman fled back into the painting as soon as she got up.

At noon, Lao Miaozhu and Zhenjun met the Zhou family at the gate of the county town.

Zhenjun Temple suspected that if he hadn't been there, maybe the ghosts in the painting would not have come out yet, and they might not have escaped, but the feeling of coming to the inner world made the beings in the painting very eager.

"It's broken, it's not lunch yet. It's too late. You should go to Dengzhou now. You should be able to arrive after nightfall on New Year's Eve."

It’s true that the Lord didn’t intend to hide anything, but Lao Miao Zhu had warned us that if he let us and my wife know about the problems that he may have indirectly caused, despite the fact that he is an honest farmer, he would probably be punched, kicked, scratched in the face, and skinned.

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"Uncle Luo, let's listen to him!"

"Meibang is rude, you two are loveless. You have also heard about his children. If there is nothing Shao can do to help, I will try my best to help!"

Therefore, the most appropriate time is not to find the child, or something is wrong, but then the money from the sale of the painting is given and the amount is wrong, then we can say it.

The corners of the mouth of the god of Zhenjun Temple were raised slightly. He walked behind the scroll and found the woman just now with just one glance. She was next to the ghost in the center, with long sleeves fluttering like an immortal.

PS: Damn, the game group will not be very active in the future. I have been arguing with you for a long time about the nuclear water contamination, and I have simply forgotten the past!

The two couples bowed to the true king together. Mei Bang felt guilty and quickly bowed as well.

Taking it to the temple of the true king is different from just a portrait of the true king. Even if there is really something evil hidden in the picture of a hundred ghosts, in the temple of the true king, if you are a dragon, lie down for me.

!If you are a tiger, lie down!

But Zhenjun is also a pedantic scholar. I have traveled all over the country with my painting box on my back, and have visited very few countries. Naturally, I know a few things, so I am holding back at the moment to reveal less things, so as not to be in trouble all the way.

It is precisely because Laomiao Zhu has seen so clearly that he has little hope. Historically, many celebrities were in poverty during their lifetimes and were sought after for leaving letters before their death.

Along the way, the Zhou family and his wife were not very taciturn. It was not until they walked for an hour that they gradually started to talk to Zhenjun Wuai, who had taken the initiative to talk for the few times.

At this moment, leaving the house at home, in that starry night in the wilderness, it seems that the things in the suitcase are not static. I can vaguely feel that all the ghosts in the painting are too peaceful.

Build a bonfire on a dirt slope in the forest beside the road, and cover it with a tarpaulin under the mule cart. It's not a big problem for one night. As long as the fire is extinguished by midnight, the remaining warmth of the charcoal fire can be maintained until dawn.

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Chapter completed!