Demon Eye Shura

Zhuo Yifan lived in Longkongxuan like this for a month, and after working every day, it has almost become a habit to drink and chat with the brothers in the fire room. .

One morning, He Xinlan found him and asked him to go out on the grounds that he had prepared some ingredients.This kind of thing was always done by the kitchen workers. Of course Zhuo Yifan knew that the other party was uneasy and kind, and he just wanted him to run into Pan Wu after going out and be beaten up by the other party.He used the reason of "beating the workers" to distance himself from Pan Wu.

"This is what the kitchen does. What does it have to do with our fire room?" a big man asked.

"Exactly! This is too much. Sister He can't use such indecent means just to get rid of Pan Wu. Isn't this putting Xiao Linzi to death?"

Many people in the fire room said angrily, although they have well-developed limbs, their minds are not simple.Knowing how important this matter is.

"How about...Xiao Linzi, you can take sick leave, we will go for you." Wang Yuanchun suggested.

Zhuo Yifan shrugged and said, "If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. Sister He is after me. I just don't want to go out, and she still has thousands of reasons for me to go out."

"No, no, Xiao Linzi, you have to come out to support your family at a young age. It's not easy. Sister He is not an arrogant and unreasonable person. If you explain the situation to her, you might be able to let you go. If it's not possible, we will fire All the people in the room are on strike, I don't believe what she can do! Brother Huo, what do you think?"

Wang Yuanchun turned to Huo Cun, and saw that Huo Cun also had a stern expression on his face: "This is a broken pot. We don't have to do the fire house. I'm afraid that after a while of compromise, He Xinlan will spend a lot of money to find a new person, and then we will be taken away one by one." kick out."

"Hey, it would be great if the manager was here. If he knew about Xiao Linzi, he would never sit idly by."

Zhuo Yifan was moved. Although the brothers in the fire room usually have hot personalities and seem fierce, they are really kind, united and kind.It made him feel like returning to Xuancun.

Zhuo Yifan didn't want these people to be involved in this matter. The worst result of offending Pan Wu was to expose his status as a monk.But they are just mortals, so what qualifications do they have to argue with a generation of princes?

In the end, under Zhuo Yifan's stalemate, he went out by himself.Before leaving, Huo Cun smeared a layer of soot on his face and told him that this was Huofang's exclusive disguise technique.

Zhuo Yifan smiled wryly in his heart, maybe Pan Wu might not be able to recognize him when he changed into a clean outfit and went out.Now his face was covered with this layer of dust, and he became like a little beggar. It would be dangerous for Pan Wu to see him.

Holding silver and pushing a vegetable cart, Zhuo Yifan came all the way to Fangshi, buying ingredients according to the list. When passing by a bookstore, he bought some brushes, ink, paper and inkstones for painting, and finally returned to Longkongxuan.

The people in the fire room were relieved to see Zhuo Yifan come back safely.

This time out seems to be peaceful, but it is not.In fact, as early as when he was going out, Zhuo Yifan found that someone was following him, but he didn't do anything.

Zhuo Yifan didn't bother to care about this kind of little guy, if the other party dared to do something, he wouldn't mind sending these people on their way.But in this way, the quiet comprehension of the past month was broken, and he had to start all over again.

In the evening, the work in the fire room was over, and Zhuo Yifan returned to the workshop early to take a bath and change clothes.

But at this moment, there are many blank scrolls in the originally empty workshop.

Gently rubbing the drawing paper with both hands, Zhuo Yifan couldn't help recalling the past in his childhood.

From the moment he remembered, his grandfather occupied most of his memory.It was the grandfather who taught him to walk, it was the grandfather who taught him to read and write, it was the grandfather who taught him martial arts to strengthen his body, and it was the grandfather who taught him to be strong and to be an upright man.

Memories are like rolling wheels, and after a long circle, they come back. Zhuo Yifan quietly listened to the sound of grinding under his hands, and his thoughts drifted to the Zhuo family's mansion that was ruled by the Communist regime in his memory.

After developing the most ink, Zhuo Yifan tapped the brush into the ink, and the spiritual power in his hand suddenly began to circulate, and the ink traced along the soft hair tip on the drawing paper little by little.The love is getting deeper and deeper, two drops of clear tears drip quietly, blend with the ink, and become one...

After a long time, Zhuo Yifan woke up from the fugue. He looked at the picture scroll in his hand, and there seemed to be an old man on it, with a slightly old face, short and stiff black beard, majestic but extraordinarily amiable.This is exactly his grandfather - Zhuo Wentian!

Zhuo Yifan learned to paint when he was a child, but after all, he hasn't picked up a brush for too long, and the facial expressions of the characters are a little rough, but overall, he has an inexplicable charm.He stretched out his hand, stroking the old man in the painting, and muttered to himself: "Grandpa, are you okay? Today is your birthday. I wish grandpa a blessing like the East China Sea, and a longer life than Nanshan. Be sure to wait for Fan'er." , waiting for Fan'er to come back..."

After a long silence, Zhuo Yifan gently rolled up the scroll and carefully placed it in the bucket.

After a few more things were done, another picture scroll was completed, this time a man and a woman were painted on it, looking at each other affectionately.It was his father Zhuo Lie and his mother Zhuo Hanlan who were painted.

He looked deeply at the pair of men and women who brought him into this world, then gently put them away and put them into the painting bucket.

Tomorrow, the fire room rested, so this night, he went crazy, painted tirelessly, immersed in it, and forgot to sleep and eat.

He stayed up almost all night, from drawing people at first, to drawing monsters and animals gradually, even using colored ink.

This time, Zhuo Yifan looked at the picture scroll in his hand, and there was a strong aura emanating from the picture scroll. The thing he painted was an ancient evil, the old black mountain demon.

This Black Mountain old demon is the first soul of the Five Elements that Zhuo Yifan subdued, which belongs to the wood soul.

For the impression of the Montenegro old demon, he still extracted it from the memory of the wood soul in the spirit wood dryad. It is not too clear, he only knows a rough outline, and he mostly uses his own imagination when painting.But if a monk sees it, he will definitely find the immortal spirit surnamed above.

When the painting was finished, Zhuo Yifan's eyelids could no longer hold back, and he didn't even have time to clean up the mess on the table, so he hurriedly put down his pen, and fell into a deep sleep with his head down.

He has not returned to the life of a monk for too long, and the days of sleepless days and nights have quietly gone.Now, like most ordinary people, he needs several hours of sleep every day.

Because he was too tired, when he woke up, it was already noon the next day. Fortunately, his physical strength and spirit had returned to their peak, and he was refreshed.

After waking up, he continued to paint. This time, the paintings were relatively simple. They were all ordinary spirit beasts encountered in the Qingyang Mountains, such as the blue moon giant eagle, the spirit wood tree spirit, and the six-winged mysterious crystal python.

After painting these, it was already evening, Zhuo Yifan went out to sell these paintings, and then bought some ink and brushes.The paintbrush in his hand was almost bald under his daily torture.

In order to avoid causing trouble, Zhuo Yifan wore a bamboo hat, brought a few scrolls to the market, rented a stall with a piece of silver, and opened the business.

The square market at night is very lively, with lights and festoons, and people coming and going. Many people who are tired of eating in restaurants will choose to go shopping here.There are a lot of strange and weird things here, and people often find ancient relics full of spiritual surnames. Taking them back and placing them there can turn bad luck into good luck and prolong life.

"Well, when did there have more painting stalls here? It's interesting, I don't know what is painted on it." A son of an aristocratic family walked in front of Zhuo Yifan's booth, and there were two followers behind him. The nobles in the imperial capital and the like.

The young man flipped through the scrolls, and finally locked on a picture of beauties. The beautiful women painted on it were slim, white and watery, as if they were real people, as if they were about to fly out of the painting.He immediately asked, "How much is this pair?"

Zhuo Yifan glanced at the painting, the one on it was none other than his mother Zhuo Hanlan, and immediately said: "I'm sorry, this painting was misplaced, it's not for sale..."

The man curled his lips, and in desperation chose another picture of beauties, and asked, "What about this one?"

"100 taels..."

"Take the money." The man was delighted, and quickly ordered his followers to withdraw the money.

Zhuo Yifan smiled casually, and continued to finish what he hadn't said: "Gold..."

"what?!"

"100 taels of gold." Zhuo Yifan repeated.

"What a lunatic!" The man threw down the painting and walked away angrily. (To be continued.)