Painter

Chapter 191 Forty: The Demon Book

In the Lingshu Hall, rituals and music are solemn, sandalwood smoke is stirring in the furnace, and the servant of Lantai stands with a pain in his back, secretly complaining that there is no shortage of incense and offerings enjoyed by the Book God, but at this juncture, there is no trace, but he did not see it. A wisp of inconspicuous smoke came out of the hollowed-out gap of the copper furnace, and circled around the altar.

The smoke rose up the vermilion caisson, seeped through the rafters and tiles, and flowed along the ridge to the top of the pointed Pisces Temple, turning into a bright cloud.

Two figures appeared out of the clouds, the tall man in the scarf in red clothes was very similar to the book god Chang En enshrined in the Lingshu Hall, and a book boy followed him, only higher than his knees.

The cloud dissipated, and the cloud-headed shoes of the man in red fell on the roof of the temple. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked towards Shiming Pavilion to the west.

Listening to the music of sacrifices below, the book boy sat on the tail of the owl, peeled off the orange in his hand, and said, "God, that silverfish is a disaster, why did you keep it alive for so long?"

"Is it a disaster?" Zhu Yiren smiled, paused for a while, and then said: "The silverfish eats the immortal and becomes Pulse Wang. He has become an elf in the book, and he is no different from me."

The book boy ate a piece of orange, and found that the tribute had been stored for a long time. He let out a sound of pooh, and cursed in his heart that gold and jade are too much to be found among them.

"Shenpin is just a status, and it's all about gathering some incense." Zhu Yiren sighed softly, "I can only enjoy less than [-]% of this incense. In this world, let alone, I am not the only one who is favored."

The book boy said: "But the god, you are enshrined by Lantai, and you are the highest and biggest book god in the world."

The man in Zhu Yi glanced at the book boy, frowned slightly, and said: "You must remember what I said now. The highest gods in the world are all in Xiyi Mountain, in the court of God. Even if you can get the god's position in the future, you will not be able to do so." Be sober, don't think that the people worship you and worship you. What they worship is your god, without this god, you are nothing."

The book boy tilted his head for a moment of thought, threw the orange in his hand, and suddenly said: "I see, this god is given by the great gods in the temple, and Shengmin worships the god, but in fact, he worships the god. No wonder, no wonder the incense and vows were taken away by Shenting, which is what Shenting deserves. Thank you for your teaching, I will keep it in mind."

Zhu Yiren was gratified by the shrewdness of the book boy, but there was a trace of melancholy in his eyes, and soon he put away his melancholy again, and said with a smile: "You can teach children."

The book boy accepted the praise happily, and said: "But even if the silverfish is not easy to cultivate, the god is the god of books, but he can't keep it, otherwise he is afraid that the gods will blame him."

"Naturally." The man in Zhu Yi sighed, and walked towards Shi Ming Pavilion.

Zhu Yiren and the boy came to the side of Shiming Pavilion and passed by Li Xikun.

The school clerk vaguely smelled the fragrance of paper and ink, and glanced at the Hall of Spiritual Books, but didn't care.

And the man in Zhu Yi came to the side of the pavilion, looked through the window at the young man in green robe sitting cross-legged under the bookshelf, raised his eyebrows.

"This Gyeonggi Tourist envoy is so capable that he was able to go to the place in the book."

……

In the thatched hut on Mount Baidou, the old man in sackcloth was not angry when his background was exposed, but he was silent for a while, tasted some mutton and vegetables, and drank a few glasses of wine by himself.A hundred years ago, on this table, there was a poor old scholar who was too hungry to fall asleep, holding the book he had devoted his whole life to, admiring himself alone, but he couldn’t even light the oil lamp. When I got to the page, the words in my eyes became more and more blurred, and finally turned into pitch black.

When the old face turned a little red, he finally smiled.

"That's right, Taoist Zhitian did not chase the moon away, he just died under the moon, but after his death, he got the most flawless bright moon in the world." He looked up, and the bright moon hung high in the hole in the roof of the thatched cottage. "The bright moon has its ups and downs, and it is different from time to time. Even the bright moon in the same season is different in different eyes. You can see the bright moon in the world, but you can only see the bright moon for a while. But tonight, you can see it. The thousands of bright moons written by the literati and poets of the past dynasties, let’s look at this missing moon hanging on the sparse trees, hey, it turns into a flying mirror to face the alchemy, how can there be such a scene in the world!”

The bright moon in the sky changes with the words of the old man in sackcloth, sometimes round, sometimes missing, sometimes surrounded by nebulae like a plain belt, and sometimes flying fairies roam.

The old man in sackcloth became more drunk, and drank several more cups. He laughed and said, "I can drink with the bright moon when I raise my head, and I can heal my hunger by lowering my head and cooking characters. In this world, I can do whatever I want. How is it different from being a fairy?"

"The old man is so happy, it should be clear." Li Chan smiled and had a drink with the old man in sackcloth, and said: "It's just that this fairy life may not last long."

The old man in sackcloth frowned, his eyes were a little blurred, "Oh, what do you say?"

Li Chan put down his wine glass, "The world in this book depends on the human world after all. If someone sees missing words in the book, they will check it out. When the time comes, the old man's life will not be so stable."

"That's no problem." The old man in sackcloth smiled disdainfully, "There are more than billions of words in the book, even if someone checks it, why should I be afraid?"

Li Chan chuckled, "That's a good point, but it's not absolute. I don't think anyone can find you, so what about me?"

The expression of the old man in sackcloth froze, the wine glass was already brought to his lips, but his hands froze for a moment.The young man on the other side of the table had a playful expression, and those blue and blue eyes were a bit frightening.The old man sighed, drank his cup of wine, and said, "It's enough to be a fairy for a while!"

Li Chan said: "I don't think that time is short, old man, wouldn't it be better to live longer?"

The old man in sackcloth chuckled, "How short is short, how long is long? Mayflies live and die, and I can live happily for several months. Is it longer than mayflies? Your husband has lived for a hundred years in the world, but there are big peach trees in Taodu Mountain. I have grown up for ten thousand years, so is a hundred years a long time for your lord? It is said that it is okay to die in the morning and evening, and I can have a few months of leisure, and I have no regrets."

Li Chan smiled and looked at the boiling fish pot, "If you really heard the Tao, it would be a dead end, but the book of the old man is very mysterious, and if one day you can achieve it, maybe you can become your own." It would be a pity if the world just disappeared like this."

The old man in sackcloth also smiled, "I heard in the book that the monster in the brush once painted thousands of living people, mountains and rivers, and a country. It's a pity that I have no chance to see such supernatural powers." Saying, Glancing at Mingyue, he looked at the young man across the table. This young man broke through the "Dharma Protector Zhu Yan" casually.

The old man in sackcloth sighed melancholy, "Thank you, sir, for talking so much with me. If you are satisfied with this meal, sir, I have a heartfelt request."

Li Chan nodded, "But it's okay to say."

The old man in sackcloth said: "I know that I am not the match of Mr. Lang. I should have caught him without a fight, but I have a good friend. Before I leave, I want to say goodbye to him."

Li Chan was a little strange.

"There are no other monsters in this Lantai, your friend is..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps outside the house, and Li Chan turned his head to look.

The man in red was bathed in the moonlight, stepped over the threshold, saw the old man and young man in sackcloth at the table, and saw the food and wine on the table, smiled and said: "Good wine and good food, the food is good. Brother Zhitian entertained you today, it is a distinguished guest." .”

The old man in sackcloth called for my younger brother Chang En, and got up to greet him.

When Li Chan arrived at Lantai, he had seen the statue enshrined in the Hall of Lingshu, and recognized the identity of the man in Zhu Yi at a glance. He raised his eyebrows in surprise, and cupped his hands and said, "It turns out that the God of Books has arrived." Looking at the old man in sackcloth, this Mai Wang's friend turned out to be Chang En, the book god.It is said that books are protected by gods and silverfish eat books. The two are usually enemies, but these two guys seem to cherish each other.

But seeing this scene, Li also understood why this pulse became popular in Lantai,
"I was just about to say goodbye to you." The old man in sackcloth took Chang En on his arm, pushed him into the seat, held up a glass of wine, his eyes were moist, "Meng Jun has a big heart, so I can have these few months of happiness. I have no regrets, I only miss your kindness, I can't repay you, I can only have another drink with you."

The man in red picked up a glass of wine, and after drinking with the old man in sackcloth, he sighed, "Although you and I are good friends, but I am in the presence of God, there will always be a day of separation between you and me, but now that the Gyeonggi Youyi Envoy has arrived, Although you and I still want to part, we still have a sense of friendship. Li Youyi, you...let's do it." After speaking, he glanced at Li Chan and turned his head away.

Mai Wang and Chang Enbei mourned and sighed, but Li Chan laughed, "You two want me to be a villain, but I don't want to be this villain."

Chang En pondered, "What does Li Youyi mean?"

Li Chan looked at his pulse and said: "The realm in this book is really mysterious, and I also have a painting world, would you like to take a closer look?"

"The world of Danqing?" Mai Wang was startled, and looked at Li Chan, seeing those eyes of two colors of Danqing.

The two colors of blue and blue in the eyes are mixed and rotated, and the wine and vegetables, lamps and candles, thatched huts, mountains and rocks, and the bright moon are all integrated into the chaos of the two colors of blue and blue. In the chaos of blue and green.

……

Under the bookshelf of Shiming Pavilion, Li Chan opened his eyes. He held an ancient book in his hand, and the three characters "Zhi Tian Ji" on the book cover reflected the faint light.

There are also three small characters "Xie Zhitian", which swim a few times like tadpoles and get into the pages of the book.

Li Chan let out a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the bookshelves more than ten steps away.

The man in Zhu Yi stood still with his hands behind his back, looked at Li Chan for a long time, cupped his hands and said "thank you" before drifting away.

Li Chan just got up, put "The Story of Zhi Tian" in her arms, and walked out of Shi Ming Pavilion.

Li Xikun outside the pavilion heard the movement, and hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Li Youyi, how is it?"

Li Chan chuckled.

"The demon has been executed."

……

In the Lingshu Hall, the sacrifice is still going on, Lingzhu is old, and his back is sore, when he suddenly sees a stack of psychic paper on the altar without wind, his eyes light up, and he goes forward to pick up the psychic paper, Huan said: "Come, come!"

"The book god is here?"

Lantai servant walked over with great strides, his brows were beaming with joy, Chang En finally showed his spirit in front of the Jingji Yuyi envoy, and when he walked to the altar, he saw that there were writings on the original wordless Tongshen paper, obviously it was An oracle from the book god Chang En.

After seeing those words clearly, the joy of Lantai's servant turned into astonishment again.

"Gyeonggi Youyi Ambassador Li Dan... has settled the case... If this person leaves with the demon book, there is no need to stop him..."

Lantai's servant muttered a few words, and murmured: "Why did the book god let him take the lead?"

(End of this chapter)