As soon as the child said "Mother", surprise appeared on the faces of the Zhou family and his wife who were already crying.

"Alas! Alas! Mom is here, son, you can speak now! My dear, my child can speak now!"

"Dad..."

"Hey, hey, dad is here!"

The Zhou family and his wife were very excited. It’s not that the child couldn’t speak since he was a child, but that he has gradually been unable to speak since he got a strange disease.

Now that the sound has returned, it seems to indicate that the child has begun to recover.

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan's divine light dissipated directly, leaving a little spiritual thought on the statue in the temple, and he disappeared in place, because it was time for the Tiandou Mountain side to wake up!

In the room in the backyard of Zhenjun Temple, the men of the Zhou family were so excited that they turned directly to Chen Han and worshiped him repeatedly.

"Thank you, girl. Thank you, girl. You are a living god under the throne of the Holy Lord. If you save the child, you save our whole family!"

"Yes, thank you, living god!"

"Taking pictures of people will definitely disappoint the girl!"

"What? So expensive?"

Lao Miaozhu even bent down closer to the scroll and reached out to touch this corner.

"What are you going to do after painting? There are so few troubles caused after painting. What if all the ghosts run away after painting is finished?"

Shao also noticed Zhenjun's movements and followed your line of sight to see the paper in your hand.

And when the picture of a hundred ghosts was also spread out under the divine table, Zhenjun's gaze became serious, and the ghosts and monsters painted seemed to be alive!

Shao shook his head repeatedly.

"But the painting of Shao still has to be finished. It's really hard to finish it!"

Shao clapped his hands excitedly.

Seeing the wife of the Zhou family feeding the child porridge by the bedside before, the expression on the child's face was exactly the same as before. In Zhenjun's heart, Xiao Yue also understood that this was not a dependence between family ties.

Zhenjun glanced at the two of them, then looked at a corner of the scroll, not understanding it yet.

"Hehehehehehehe..." "Hehehehehe..."

Zhenjun looked at Shao with a smile, but his brief gaze stunned me for a moment.

"But you..."

Shao felt that Zhenjun seemed to know something, but at this moment I was too slow, so I agreed to his request first.

"My dear, there are no cracks at all. What kind of magic is that? It seems to be a deception. Girl, his moral conduct is lower than yours!"

No wonder he is the temple blessing of Fu Mo Shou Temple!

"Yes, I need to paint somewhere else. How about that? Your painter is good at figures. How about painting a portrait for the girl?"

"Maybe that's what it means to conquer the devil."

When he opened his palm, he saw that it was a slightly folded piece of paper. Zhenjun unfolded the paper again and saw a long-haired ghost underneath.

Upon hearing that, Shao frowned slightly.

"This bento money is a donation in return for the paintings donated by my husband!"

"It's really incredible that Mr. Shao can paint such strange paintings with just one brush, and even make the objects in the paintings spiritual. But Xu Yi, a big man, wants to see it. Can Mr. Zhi refuse?"

There are two brushes, but they have been squeezed in by others.

"This person can take on the form of a wandering spirit in his paintings, which is somewhat like an incarnation... In addition, the two demons can benefit from being small!"

So saying that, Zhenjun unfolded the piece of paper in his hand, approached the Hundred Ghosts Picture, and opened the gaps on both sides.

The voice has recovered, and the child's strength seems to have recovered a lot. The main reason is that the energy and spirit have gone up as soon as he got up.

"Pa~"

"Hey, why don't you just paint a picture? I can only paint you, but you don't even have a younger brother and a younger sister. Paint one for us too. The price will depend on how good the painting is!"

Suddenly, Zhenjun looked at the scroll seriously, causing the two people next to him to subconsciously look at the bottom of the painting.

Hearing those words, Zhenjun just smiled. Although you are the temple blessing of Fumo Temple, you are still very familiar with immortals like Yi Daozi. Although you are considered informed, that kind of knowledge is still true.

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"Yes, it's not too late, otherwise Xu Yi would have known how to remedy the situation!"

Lao Miao Zhu turned his head to look at Zhenjun. The man was old and handsome, but he never expected that the spells he used were so heavy. He didn't even recite the spells and cast the spells, and he didn't even use any magic weapons.

That answer made Zhenjun quite impressed.

"If the girl wants to see the painting, Shao has no problem. If she wants to see the so-called ghost in the painting, Chen Han can also do it..."

"Oh, it's so bad to be able to reunite with my family!"

Shao smiled. I’m not afraid of doing things like painting!

But when the eight people took a closer look, everything existed again, as if it was just a momentary illusion.

"Have you ever heard of what I do? It sounds like an unusual name, but it sounds like some kind of name..."

"If Mr. Shao wants to paint, he can't just finish it in Xu Yi Temple. Is there any evil spirit that can flourish there?"

Although the hall is empty, there are no spider webs and a small amount of dust. It is obvious that the daily cleaning is in place.

Laomiao Zhu’s emotion is also what Xu Yi is thinking about.

After taking the suitcase, Shao put the suitcase on the ground, squatted up and took out the scroll he was carrying, while the two people on one side wiped the magic case with a cloth again, brushing off the small amount of dust underneath.
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Xu Yi looked at Xu Yidao.

"Bad! Since the girl wants to see it, let's see it!"

"Yes yes yes!"

Zhenjun has no doubt that the ghosts drawn by this person can really appear.

At this moment, Xu Yili got a brief understanding of what happened from the mouths of Lao Miao Zhu and Shao, and even you were surprised to hear it.

"Ah?"

"That's..."

Lao Miao Zhu was stunned for a moment, and even Shao was startled. I had sold paintings in those years, but no one had ever offered such an exaggerated price.

But if you want to draw it, that is not enough. Xu Yi thought of what Xu Yi said in his dream. This Yi Daozi must also be a lowly person in Xuanqi. How should he find it?

First of all, naturally, he unfolded the Xu Yi statue under the white cloth. Just seeing the demon-subduing statue made Zhenjun's eyes light up. The look and power were simply amazing.

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According to Xiao Yong's current official gold and silver exchange ratio, that is equivalent to eight hundred taels of silver, and in some places the ratio can be even lower.

"That's not the Hundred Ghosts Picture!"

That's mainly because of the sense of danger. Even if Xu Yi's portrait is painted, the sense of danger is unparalleled outside the temple of Xian Sheng and Fu Demon Head.

"Should we let the grown man see the painting first?"

Almost in an instant, the cracks between the paper and the scroll fit together, and the cracks disappeared.

When the Zhou family and his wife kept expressing their thanks, Chen Han was so pleased that he couldn't help but glance at the divine light on the side, but it was obvious that the Holy Lord Xian Sheng didn't care about it.

Shao also smiled.

The True Lord smiled but said, "Although the Dharma was performed by you, when it comes to Taoism and practice, that old temple blessing is nothing in your eyes.

Chen Han hurriedly stepped forward to help.

In the Fumo Temple in Dengzhou, the divine light flew out from Shaozhen's small hall and fell into the side hall in front.

The eight people chose a side hall that only had a shrine but no statues.

"It's bad to see, it's the worst to see. Don't let these young people act out of curiosity and want to see everything. Nothing is the worst to see. Now you advise Mr. Shao to bring the painting to Xu Yimiao,

I also had the idea of ​​letting Xu Yi suppress this painting."

Zhenjun's expression was as if he was thinking nothing.

"I heard from the gentleman that he wanted to sell the painting to compensate the Zhou family. Let's do that. For the picture of a hundred ghosts, the big man will pay seventy taels, gold!"

Lao Miaozhu shook his head directly.

The eight people seemed to hear that all the ghosts and ghosts in the painting were laughing, and they were all looking at the long-haired ghost in the corner. The expressions of the ghosts and ghosts were different, but they were all very active.

"Yes, yes, that painting is just unfinished by Chen Han. When it is finished a few days ago, it will be left in Fumo Temple. It can only be given as a gift, but it can be sold for money!"

Today is the 80th year of the New Year, and there are too few pilgrims in Xu Yi Xiaodian. There are no free rooms in the front yard, and even some places designed as side halls are now empty.

"Humph!"

The moment Zhenjun looked at you, a glimmer of light came into your hand, making you feel that something was missing in your palm.

"No, no, no, I just rescued the child from the water. It was the doctor in the city who cured the disease, the knight who protected his heart was the knight in the rivers and lakes, and the one who eliminated the harm and evil spirits was the Demon-Suppressing Saint. I don't count.
To be continued...