Day and night tour

Chapter 38 Painting

"What progress has been made in the human experiment..." Zhou Xuan touched his kidney which was still in his body and felt a strange sense of security. He then asked.

"He's crazy. The great man has gone from being a fake madman to a real madman. Whenever he sees someone, he shouts 'Well! Well! Well!' Sometimes, when the servants around him aren't paying attention, he takes the opportunity to escape. He runs to the door of the toilet, shouts 'Well! Well! Well!' and jumps into the shit pit."

"You deserve it!" Zhou Xuan complained with great relief.

"Afterwards, no one was obsessed with cracking the mystery of the Blood Well, but the exploration of the Blood Well never stopped. Some people who were very interested and very smart, through in-depth research on the Blood Well, gradually found out the reason why the seven boys and girls all went crazy."

"What's the reason?"

When it comes to his future mental state, Zhou Xuan pricks up his ears.

“The reason for the madness is related to the spiritualism of the person who lit the incense. Not everyone can be spiritualistic. It requires talent.

People have different levels of talent. Some are born slow to react, while others are born delicate and perceptive. The more delicate and perceptive a person is, the more likely they are to encounter supernatural events. The principle is the same as that of the stone talisman.

Most of the wandering souls are sneaky and their spiritual power is insufficient. People who are dull-witted cannot sense their existence, so they are helpless.

People with keen perception can detect the insufficient spiritual power, and the wandering ghosts can cause trouble in front of them. "

Not good at defeating noobs, only good at defeating experts.
This wandering ghost is so wicked.

No wonder my buddy encountered two supernatural things after only being in Jingguo for a few days.

"People with keen perception will become more and more keen after encountering supernatural events. When their sensitivity exceeds a certain limit, they will become psychic, just like a chef who uses a kitchen knife for a long time, and his knife skills will naturally become perfect."

"If I don't allow myself to encounter supernatural events again, will my perception become weaker, and will my spiritual connection disappear..."

After listening to Yuan Buyu's explanation, Zhou Xuan suddenly felt that psychic powers and strong perception were not good things at all.

It is easy to encounter ghosts and evil spirits, and there are side effects of stepping on your mother, which is pain wherever the spirit is.

What is the use of this ability?
It would be better to eliminate this broken ability.
Buddy, you're a rich second-generation anyway. You run your opera troupe well, you don't have to worry about food and drink, so isn't it nice to just lie down comfortably?
To take a step back, even if the troupe really went bankrupt, he still had a lot of ways to find a way to make a living. If that didn't work out, he could just be a plagiarist and write novels for serialization in newspapers. He would have no problem making ends meet and there was no need for him to get involved in dealing with ghosts and gods.

"Alas, as long as it is a skill, it follows the principle of use or loss, but spiritualism does not work. If you don't cut the meat, the kitchen knife won't find you, but you want to avoid sneaky ghosts? They have hands and feet, and they will take the initiative to find you..."

Damn it, it's a dog-skin plaster, right? There's no way to hide from it!
Zhou Xuan was so angry that he took two puffs of his cigarette.

"Take a sip of mine... I have to tell you something. This cigarette is strong. If you don't smoke it, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it."

Yuan Buyu handed over the copper pipe again.

Zhou Xuan shook his head and said, "Go ahead, I can handle it."

"The ability of spiritualism cannot be generalized. There is a clear distinction between high and low levels. The stronger the spiritualism, the more strange things one can sense, such as ghosts in a busy city, and ghosts whispering in your ears...

These ghost whispers can have a very negative impact on a person's mental state, but if you watch and hear them for a long time, you will get used to it and think it's nothing. In addition, all the major halls have secret methods to calm the mind, which can almost guarantee that the disciples will not fall into the abyss of madness.

But people like you who can see the blood well after communicating with spirits have the highest perception among all the psychics, so high that it breaks through the imagination of ghosts and gods. What you can hear and see, unless you tell us, we have no way of imagining it.

Your perception is too strong. The secret method used by the hall to calm your mind is only somewhat effective when you have just started communicating with the spirits. However, as the time of communication gets longer and longer, the effect of the secret method will weaken or even become ineffective.

If someone like you lights incense, your cultivation will improve day by day, and your perception will reach its peak. The sounds you hear and the images you see will become more mysterious and strange. Every sound and every image will destroy your spirit, making you irritable, crazy, indifferent to life, and trying to destroy everything until you become completely insane. "

Zhou Xuan broke out in a cold sweat and said, "Since it's so dangerous, I won't enter the hall unless I light incense. I'll just be a normal person."

"No, I've said before, spiritualism is something God gave you, it can't be given for nothing, it will bring you some extra side effects.

The more you give, the greater the side effects...You have such a high level of telepathic perception, can you imagine how big the side effects are?"

"Oh my God, why are you so polite? I don't even want it, but you insist on stuffing it into my hands..."

Zhou Xuan didn't know what to say. He felt depressed. Suddenly he remembered the knowledge points Yuan Buyu had taught him in the morning and said,

"By the way, Lao Yuan, you said that a person can only communicate with spirits once in his life, and the duration varies from one to three months. If I can get through the side effects in these three months, will everything be fine?"

Zhou Xuan was still a little nervous after he finished speaking. This was his last straw.

"Um... that's for normal psychics..."

"What about someone like me who is abnormal?"

"According to the new findings from the exploration of the Blood Well, if a psychic who has seen the Blood Well does not worship in the incense hall, the side effects of psychic communication will continue."

"You won't stop at all?"

"Unless you die."

"Uh..." Zhou Xuan fell silent for a long time before speaking: "By the way, Old Yuan, you think someone like me will go crazy if I join the incense hall, right? How many years will it take for me to go crazy?"

“There is no precedent for more than five years.”

Five years?
Five years is enough to accomplish a lot. If you visit a brothel once every two days on average, you can visit more than 900 times...

That’s enough.

Choose the lesser of two evils. Zhou Xuan has died once, so he can let go of some things.

"Old Yuan, you are a master. My Zhou family ancestors didn't want me and didn't let me join the "Danuo" sect. We two get along well. Otherwise, you can teach me in the future. By the way, what sect are you from?"

“Just call me Storyteller.”

"There is also this hall? No wonder you borrowed my book Liangzi!" "Our hall is famous. It's not easy to get in. The law cannot be passed on lightly. Let me test your talent first."

Yuan Buyu went out and said he was going to borrow exam supplies.

"You still want to test my talent? Didn't you say it between the lines? A psychic like me would either become a madman or die in pain, but I am gifted."

Zhou Xuan protested.

"No matter how gifted you are, you still have to go through the motions. This is the rule of our hall."

As soon as Old Yuan left,
Zhou Xuan was a little fanciful. How could one test talent?
Find a big rock, put your hands on it, and then - fighting spirit, three stages!
……

A few minutes later, Yuan Buyu came back and brought in a roll of white paper.

The white paper was spread out on the table.

Yuan Buyu handed Zhou Xuan a pencil and said, "Close your eyes!"

Zhou Xuan took the pencil, closed his eyes, and asked, "And then?"

"painting!"

“Draw with your eyes closed?”

"Ah."

"What to draw?"

"Draw your sister Zhou Lingyi, recall her appearance in your mind, and then draw it casually."

"The storyteller's hall tests talent by asking me to draw? Even if you ask me to recite a tongue twister, I don't think it's that outrageous."

Zhou Xuan was puzzled.

"Stop talking nonsense, just draw when I ask you to."

"Okay, okay, draw!"

Zhou Xuan recalled his sister's appearance and the pen in his hand moved.

Sand, sand, sand.

The pen tip moved stiffly on the white paper at first, but when the image of his sister lying on the armchair and basking in the sun took shape in Zhou Xuan's mind, the pen tip suddenly became agile.

Half an hour later, when Zhou Xuan felt that the painting was finished and wanted to open his eyes to look at his masterpiece,

There was a sound of a wake-up stick.

Snapped!
When Zhou Xuan heard the voice, he couldn't open his eyes, and he immediately called Yuan Buyu.

“Yuan…Yuan…”

The three words "Old Man Yuan" kept coming out of Zhou Xuan's mouth, but he couldn't find a way to breathe out and couldn't make any sound.

"Xuan boy, I'm testing your psychic ability. Don't say anything and just listen to me."

Yuan Buyu whispered to Zhou Xuan, and then said: "I'll change a piece of paper for you, draw again! Draw me!"

Zhou Xuan tried hard to recall the image of Yuan Buyu cooking in his mind. The pen became an extension of his hand, moving naturally on the paper.

This time, the painting speed was faster than that of my sister. It took less than ten minutes to finish the painting.

Snapped!
There was another crisp sound of the wake-up stick hitting the table, and the restriction on Zhou Xuan's body was lifted. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw two pieces of white paper spread out on the table. The handwriting on the paper was messy, scattered here and there, even worse than a child's scribbles, and it was impossible to tell what was drawn.

"I drew this? It doesn't look good."

"It would be weird if I drew with my eyes closed, but the psychic feeling is really good. Look at the lines in this painting, they are very good."

"You gave a good review. How did you know that?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I'll think about taking you into my sect for a few more days. I'll go back and wait for news." Yuan Buyu waved his hand and started to chase the guest away.

"Then I won't delay your thinking. I'm going back to my room to rest my eyes."

After Zhou Xuan left the room, Yuan Buyu looked at the two paintings and sighed.

"Am I so untalented in drawing? Why can't I draw like this?"

These two paintings were not painted by Zhou Xuan, but were secretly painted by Yuan Buyu beside Zhou Xuan while he was painting.

He crumpled up the two rotten paintings, threw them into the trash can, and took out two paintings from the drawer.

These two paintings were created by Zhou Xuan.

The first painting - Zhou Xuan is sitting on a chair basking in the sun. A rope hangs from the beam behind him, which is around Zhou Lingyi's neck, hanging her in the air. A sharp knife is pressed against her chest, and the scabbard is across Zhou Xuan's knees.

The second painting - Zhou Xuan is cooking in the kitchen. There is a pot of fish soup in the big pot. The golden little fish seems to be emitting a fragrant aroma. In the middle of the soup, there is a human head that is cooked until it is puffy. Judging from the facial features of this head, it is none other than Yuan Buyu.

Looking at the two paintings by Zhou Xuan, Yuan Buyu took the copper pipe again. In the thick smoke, his expression changed from gloomy to bright.

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