Liaozhai: Starting from Inheriting Taoism

Chapter 97 Painting the Wall
Hearing this, Ye Feng pointed to Zhu Sheng who was hanging out among many monks in the mural and said, "Aren't you listening to the Dharma in the painting?"

Meng Sheng looked in the direction Ye Feng pointed, and he found his friend among the many monks, and he was terrified.

"what 's wrong?"

Ye Feng shook his head, his spirit fluctuated slightly, "Zhu Sheng hasn't come out yet, your playmate has been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhu Sheng seems to have heard Ye Feng's voice, fluttering down from the wall, standing in frustration, staring softly.

Meng Sheng was greatly surprised, and slowly asked him what happened, but Zhu Sheng obviously couldn't explain what was going on.It turned out that Zhu Sheng was lying under the bed just now, when he heard the sound of knocking on the wall like thunder, so he went out of the room to listen and have a look, and then came out out of nowhere.

Zhu Sheng never forgot about the woman in the painting, and looked at the mural again, only to see that the girl holding flowers in the mural at this time has a high bun and her hair is no longer hanging down.

Recalling what happened in the painting just now, Zhu Sheng saluted Ye Feng in amazement and asked, "Master Daoist, do you know what's going on?"

Although Ye Feng knew what was going on, he didn't bother to explain it to him. He just smiled and replied, "Illusions come from people's hearts, how can poor Taoists solve them!"

Hearing this, Zhu Sheng was depressed and uncomfortable, and his gaze was still looking at the woman in the mural painting from time to time, obviously he couldn't let go of what happened just now. Get out of this haunted place.

After finally getting through the night, the two of them immediately got up to say goodbye the next day, opened the door and left.

"Master, what's going on?"

Meng Li also couldn't understand what happened yesterday, and he couldn't get an answer after thinking about it all night. Seeing the two scholars leave, he hurriedly asked.

Ye Feng pointed to the mural and asked, "Xiao Li, where do you think all the monks in this temple have gone?"

where it goes?Can't all go to the murals!In the mural!Meng Li looked at the group of monks in the mural in shock. An old monk was preaching scriptures in the middle, and more than a dozen monks surrounded him to preach the Dharma. Could it be that these monks were all monks in the temple? Thinking of this, Even if she was a practitioner, Meng Li's heart trembled. It's not because she was timid, but this matter was really weird.

Since those monks may be monks in a temple, what about those women?
Ye Feng tapped Meng Li's little head, "What are you thinking, it's just a mural, it's just a teacher's method."

I saw Ye Feng's spirit manifested, stepping into the mural, but Ye Feng's treatment was not as good as Zhu Sheng's, there was no monk preaching, and no girl threw himself into his arms.

Teams of people suddenly appeared, and the leader of the Golden Armored General held a chain, pointed at Ye Feng and asked angrily, "Who are you, you dare to trespass in the heavens, and you are arrested without your hands. Do you have to resist the power of the sky?"

Ye Feng sneered secretly, probably not to laugh his big teeth out, but a group of poor ghosts in the prisoner's painting, who pretended to think of the heavenly prison as the heavenly realm, and regarded the heavenly power in the illusion.

He didn't talk too much with the golden armored god. With Ye Feng's current mental state, these ghosts who don't belong to ghosts are not even qualified for him to take action.

The Nightmare Prayer Technique was activated suddenly, and the illusion was shaken suddenly. The Golden Armored God and all the other gods turned pale with fright, and all the female ghosts hid in the dark and dared not come out.

"Bold, who made a mistake!"

The Lord finally came out, and saw a woman in a gorgeous dress flying towards Ye Feng with a frightened and angry face.

After seeing Ye Feng, he raised his finger even more, "How dare you make things difficult for me, a junior who has not yet achieved a single soul. Since you are here, you can stay here and serve as a slave to me forever."

Ye Feng looked at the woman in front of him, but he was a little surprised. He thought it was just an ordinary magic weapon, but he didn't want it to be a spiritual treasure, so he couldn't help being more interested. The earth thunder emperor elephant suddenly appeared behind him, and the power of the primordial spirit was fully displayed for a while.

The woman's eyes changed drastically, and she saw that Ye Feng in front of her was still in the unfinished state of soul, a thunder appeared in the sky, and a central Yellow Emperor Supreme suppressed the illusion, making the woman unable to use all her strength.

In an instant, it was easy to attack and defend. The woman didn't expect the limelight to become so fast, and she couldn't use the power of the painting wall.

The Yellow Emperor suddenly reached out, but the woman wanted to resist but was unable to move an inch under the tremendous power, and was grabbed in his hand.

Ye Feng looked at the woman with a half-smile, "What should we do now, who is the slave and who is the master?"

The woman's eyes were full of fear, and she hurriedly said, "Ling Xu wishes to serve the emperor as the master, and I hope that the emperor will be merciful."

Hmph, it's still sensible, leaving the woman on the ground, at this time those golden armored gods have already knelt together.

"Tell me what's going on with this picture scroll?"

That's right, this is a picture scroll, but it is attached to the wall, making people think it is a mural.

The woman got up from the ground, not daring to be negligent, and she didn't dare to have any other intentions. The emperor in front of her was obviously more capable of illusion than herself, and had powerful divine power to suppress the Lingxu Illusion. She was just a tool spirit, without the Lingxu Illusion As a support, even those golden armored gods can kill her.

"Emperor, Lingxu map was written by Lingxu Shangxian when he ascended to immortality. It was originally used to enshrine the demons in his heart. I don't want to fail at the last moment. If the ascension to immortality fails, the body dies and the dao disappears. Only Lingxu map remains in the world."

"Thousands of years have passed. As Lingxu Shangxian's heart demon, the slave family gradually controlled the Lingxu illusion, and produced a ray of spiritual consciousness, which became Lingxutu's tool spirit."

"The slave family has just become a tool spirit, and kidnapped some strangers for painting. Not wanting to be discovered by the old monk of Fuyun Temple, he brought the slave family back to the temple and attached it to the wall, intending to teach the slave family with Buddhist teachings and turn Lingxu's picture into a Buddhist treasure. It's a pity that the old monk's dust roots are not clean, and he has fallen into the illusion of Lingxu and cannot escape."

"Those young monks also don't know the Dharma, and they entered the illusion of Lingxu by themselves. It's just that the old monk put the slave family together before entering the illusion, so that the slave family could not leave the temple."

Lingxu Shangxian!Ling Xutu!old monk!Devil!Artifact spirit!
Ye Feng also understood what was going on at this time, since the original owner of Lingxutu, Lingxu Shangxian, had died, then this Lingxutu, Ye Feng, would not be polite.

"Ling Xu, don't resist!"

Spirit poured into Lingxu Tu, Ye Feng directly began to refine Lingxu Tu, the spirit Lingxu instinctively wanted to resist, but the emperor was so coercive, Ling Xu was so frightened that he suddenly woke up, he did not dare to resist, and could only cooperate with Ye Feng to refine change.

Thinking that in the future, Ling Xu's illusion could no longer be decided by himself, and life and death would be in the hands of others, Ling Xu couldn't help feeling desolate in his heart.

With Ling Xu's cooperation, Ye Feng's refining speed was very fast. Three days later, Ye Feng's spirit returned, and the painting wall disappeared from the wall, turning into a picture scroll and falling into Ye Feng's hands.

(End of this chapter)