Chapter 153 Reducing Punishment

"Crack!"

A paintbrush fell to the ground.

The painter opened his mouth wide.

The others had different expressions, but they were all extremely shocked.

Everyone saw with their own eyes the drawing paper spread out by the servants, and saw the painter holding the brush. Every stroke was under their gaze. The final painting was so vivid and lifelike that it looked like a real person. It was already very amazing, but they never thought that

After just a moment, the people in the painting seemed to come alive, and they actually turned around and stared at them on the paper.

Is it true that the rumors that Master Dou was able to paint people hundreds of years ago are true? Now, hundreds of years later, another descendant has inherited his supernatural painting skills?

Everyone looked at Master Dou.

But they saw that the painter was even more surprised than them.

Surprised, but also a little scared.

No one knows better than him that he does not have the spiritual skills to draw people into reality like his ancestors, and it is not his own painting skills that make this painting come true.

As for what happened...

It reminded him of the teachings of his ancestors——

Don't draw people easily, don't draw gods easily.

Don't draw people lightly, for fear that the drawing will be too realistic and tainted with spirituality, making it difficult to tell whether it is good or bad.

Don't draw gods easily because they are too advanced. If you draw their portraits too realistically, they will know about it. Sometimes they will even appear in the painting and ask you why you painted them.

High-minded monsters sometimes behave like this.

Is this humane behavior comparable to that of gods?

"Master Dou!" the old man sitting on the chair asked, "What's going on?"

"Dou doesn't know either..."

Before they could figure it out, the person in the painting started to move, took two steps forward, and his whole body quickly changed from a flat shape to a more contoured figure, and he actually walked out of the painting, as if he had become a real person.

He is a young Taoist who is practicing Qing Dynasty.

It looks almost the same as in the painting.

The young Taoist glanced around and saw Butler Liu, the yamen of the Taiwei Mansion, the old man, the middle-aged Taoist and the painter. His eyes stayed a little longer. He saw a picture of Two Tigers Struggle for the Mountain hanging on the wall behind, and his eyes stayed a little longer.

, then he said:

"I wonder what they want from me?"

Everyone's eyes had widened for a long time, and they were shocked when they heard this.

"this……"

Mu Shou looked at the painter, who just shook his head.

After all, the old lieutenant was calmer. He coughed twice and asked, "Sir, is he a real person?"

"It's both a painting and a real person."

"Why did you walk out of the painting?"

"I asked someone to paint me with a brush, and I borrowed a painting to show my true self." The Taoist looked at them and smiled slightly, "It seems that you didn't draw me to invite me. Could it be that you want to harm me with the painting?"

"Sir, is this the real person who cast a spell in my house this morning?"

"Can't be called a real person."

"I wonder what the real person calls him?"

"My surname is Song and my name is You."

"It turns out to be Zhenren Song."

The old lieutenant lowered his head and covered his mouth again and coughed a few times, then raised his head and said: "The old man's teachings are useless, the dog is stupid and reckless, and collides with the real person. The real person should punish me, but the punishment of being deaf for life is a bit too severe."

Well, secondly, I have this only son, so I would like to ask the real person to show my noble hands and solve the curse. I am willing to repay him with thousands of gold, and I will control him well from now on and not let him cause trouble everywhere."

"I'm afraid not."

"Why not?"

"What if you can't do it with just one step?"

"I will never give up easily with a real person."

"Is this your Majesty Chang Taiwei?"

"Exactly."

"No wonder the mansion is full of death energy." The Taoist shook his head, "I wonder which master extended the life of the Taiwei?"

"What death?"

"In recent days, Lieutenant, when you go to bed at night, or when you close your eyes, do you feel that you are in a trance, and sometimes you even seem to be able to see yourself?"

"How do you know?"

"Have the Taiwei asked the expert who extended the Taiwei's life for the reason?" The Taoist stood still, looking only at the old Taiwei, "Or do you just think that your eyes are dim? Or your body is too weak.

Caused by it?”

"It's just three parts of the medicine that's poisonous. What's wrong with feeling dizzy and dizzy?"

"It turns out it's a side effect of the medicine." The Taoist nodded, "Then the Taiwei's cold body is also a side effect of the medicine?"

“How do real people know?”

"Is the expert who extended his life still there?"

"I went out yesterday to collect herbs."

"I see."

"What do you mean by real people?"

"This is not a way to prolong life. It is just to temporarily imprison the old captain's soul in the old captain's body, and then use a secret method to keep the body from becoming stiff or rotten." The Taoist shook his head, "The world says this is an evil way. Who goes out?

I’m afraid the expert who collected the medicine will not come back again.”

"presumptuous!"

The old man yelled angrily, and while he was angry, he felt panic: "Even if you are a great person, you can't talk nonsense!"

"Has the Lieutenant ever felt his own heartbeat?"

"this……"

The old man immediately put his hand on his heart.

Then he gradually opened his eyes.

"Old lieutenant..."

The Taoist looked at him and shook his head: "Do you know? You died two days ago!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

"you……"

The old lieutenant's eyes suddenly opened wide, but before he could finish his sentence, he seemed to be stuck, and his face suddenly turned pale.

I couldn't take a breath and fell down instantly.

"Lieutenant!"

"Ah father!"

Everyone was in chaos.

The young man couldn't hear what everyone was saying. He only saw his old father talking to the Taoist priest who came out of the painting. But as he was talking, his old father's eyes widened and he fainted. He didn't know the reason, so he just shouted and rushed.

He went over to hug his old father's body.

But as soon as he touched it, he instantly retracted his hand——

It was actually cold!

However, in the panic, he did not care to think carefully, and just continued to hold his old father's hand. He shouted several times without a response, then immediately turned back to stare at the Taoist, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth:

"Demon! You harmed my wife!"

"You are joking. The Taiwei died two days ago. How can you say that it was done by me? Besides, such behavior is contrary to the law of heaven. The Taiwei has been feeling strong in the past two days, and he will soon feel strong."

Slowly decaying but you are still awake, thinking that you are sick, you may even wait until your body is completely dead, but your soul is still imprisoned and tortured, until you hear your cries on the day of burial and realize that you are already dead.

Escaped." The Taoist said to him. Miraculously, his voice could be heard again, "After all, I helped the Taiwei."

"It's a bunch of smoke!"

"Stop and take a breath."
To be continued...