It's Liao Zhai, not Cthulhu

But Ma Liang looked at the door and shook his head.

"You haven't finished painting." Ma Liang said to Qin Yuelou.

"I know, this is the last stroke." Qin Yuelou raised the charcoal left in his hand and said.

There was only the last bit of charcoal left in his hand, just like the finishing touch, he pressed the charcoal across this seemingly perfect and complete painting, this stroke was a stroke of genius.

This abrupt hand wiped away the charcoal completely, but it also made the painting truly stand on the ground like a solid body, with distinct layers, as if the paintings were continuously superimposed one after another, and the sense of layering could be found, but In the end, after all the layers are superimposed, they will converge into a perfect whole regardless of you and me.

It was an illusory door that was simple and pure black, and covered with gaps and patterns that seemed to be hollowed out, but this door gave people a sense of incomparable reality.

Starved ghosts, hanged ghosts, drowned ghosts...the ghosts of several ways of death are exhaustive, and they are all confined on this ancient and pure black door. With the change of the angle of sunlight, these ten thousand ghosts also seem He is constantly changing his body shape and face, whether he is happy or sad or worried or thinking, but he cannot escape the end of being imprisoned.

They all want to escape from this door.

It's a pity that there are only dots and lines forming planes, without colors. If there were colors, this painting would definitely be more perfect.

But Ma Liang took a few steps back in astonishment, and fell to the ground.

He seemed to see the great horror buried deep in the door from this door full of ghosts.

It was indescribably terrifying, lurking in the deepest part, unable to be described in words, but it seemed to be able to penetrate into the outside world from the door.

"Are you okay?" Qin Yuelou washed her hands and the clothes on her body became clean. The feeling of madness when painting has disappeared, or it is buried deep in the bottom of her personality. allow.

"You just said that your name is Ma Liang, right?" Qin Yuelou lifted Ma Liang up and helped him dust off his body.

Ma Liang nodded, hesitated a bit, but finally mustered up the courage to ask clearly: "...Are you a fairy?"

"I'm not a fairy, I'm just a soul painter. Do you like painting?" Qin Yuelou asked Ma Liang.

"Yeah." Ma Liang nodded.

"But you don't have a brush, right?" Qin Yuelou asked Ma Liang.

"Well, my family is poor, my parents are dead, I have no money to learn painting." Ma Liang lowered his head.

"Someone will give you the pen you have dreamed of. This person may be me. However, I can give you another pen, but my condition is that you use that pen to draw me in your eyes. You Can it be done?" Qin Yuelou took out a brush from his pocket and handed it to Ma Liang.

"I can." Ma Liang took the brush, protected the brush carefully, and nodded firmly.

Then Qin Yuelou moved out the table and stool from the house, placed it in front of Ma Liang, and then placed ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

"Now, you can use the paintbrush in your hand to describe me in your eyes."

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This is a dynasty called Dakang. A year ago, Qin Yuelou was brought into this world by the power of Dao Realm. During this year, he honed his painting skills and also figured out the general situation of this world.

Although there was no such thing as a tiger in the past, this is not a very good world. There is no relevant department like Jing Yesi, and there are no spells for cultivating immortals and Taoism. The extraordinary power of the world as a whole comes from ghosts, and the terrifying power of these ghosts The problem is that they are completely unreasonable, and they can even distort reality.

In addition to martial arts, the power that mortals can master is the ghost controller. The ghost controllers control ghosts, but every time they use it, the ghosts will be further away from being reborn, unless multiple ghosts are used to restrain each other. It will still cause ghosts to regenerate with the power of other ghosts, and even become stronger.

Some people have revived the horror of the world like a prison.

It's just that these ghosts are not just a simple rule mechanism, but are truly transformed by people after death, and they die after death. However, the ghosts they transform into also have memories of their lives, but their personalities are somewhat distorted. It is useless to let these memories in life, but there are also some ghost hunters who control those ghosts from the memories in life.

To put it bluntly, either be convinced, or talk about salvation and accept it under his command.

The general environment of the world here is like this, and the people of this dynasty are struggling to make ends meet, and the emperor is immoral, fatuous and lustful.

The current emperor Yang Wanyan is playful by nature. In addition to building a wine pool and meat forest, he also built a "leopard room". The so-called leopard room is actually a palace, which houses many kinds of beasts. Or leopards.

Yang Wanyan hung the meat on a bamboo pole for wild animals to bite for fun.

The more important thing is that there are many beauties and musicians from all over the country. They sing and dance every day, looking for merriment, and those who dare to rebel against him will be thrown into the leopard room to be fed to the wild beasts.

Yang Wanyan also has a special hobby, he likes married women.

In order to keep their official positions, some prisoners gave their married sisters and concubines to the emperor.

He himself went out of the palace many times to play privately, and even broke into private houses at night, looking for women from good families to stay with him, sometimes even widows.

He has no ambitions and is playful by nature. He is so stupid that treacherous sycophants control most of the government affairs, and he is too happy to think about Shu, and he is too happy to make progress.

A year ago was a year of famine, drought and floods. Qin Yuelou saw Yizi eating with his own eyes, starving everywhere, and the dead who ate Guanyin soil and couldn't expel them, and then died of intestinal distension and necrosis, thieves together,

There were also uprisings, but they were all brutally suppressed by the ghost hunters who served the royal family, and the severed heads were placed in Jingguan and placed everywhere.

Even now, the troubled world is not over yet. The sad thing is that there are no gods and Buddhas to manifest when praying to gods and worshiping Buddhas, because there are no gods, Buddhas and immortals in this world. them.

Although Qin Yuelou's personality definitely wanted to break through the dynasty, but the magnified part of Qin Yuelou's avatar was the part lacking in reason, so that his character can only be attributed to chaos and neutrality in general, but In this chaotic neutrality, there is also a part of randomness.

That is to say, he can do good deeds or bad deeds, but he prefers to do nothing to paint.

And now he meets Ma Liang.

Ma Liang's picture scroll has also been completed, Qin Yuelou took a look at it.

On the top of the picture scroll, the top is black and the bottom is white, and a thick, straight pillar of light is like a chain connecting the black sky and white earth, or day and night, because there is no distinction between upper and lower, but that ray of light is like a light and shadow when you look closely. The countless bubbles that gathered were glowing with colorful lights, and within the bubbles, there were strange people in light and shadow that looked like data.

"The painting is not bad. This painting belongs to me, and everything else belongs to you. Oh yes, I will give you a pen." Qin Yuelou looked at the painting and said with some satisfaction.

"But sir, haven't you already given me a pen?" Ma Liang asked Qin Yuelou strangely.

"That brush can't draw what you need, but this one can." Qin Yuelou took out a broken brush from his sleeve, and black-red ink dripped from the snow-white tip like an endless stream.

"This pen is called a supernatural puzzle, but I would rather you call it a magic pen."

After finishing speaking, Qin Yuelou inserted the broken pen into Ma Liang's Tianling Cap, like a fairy touching the top.

"This is a supernatural puzzle that I modified. It will not harm you, and you don't need other supernatural puzzles to check and balance. It will only cause some irreversible damage to you and permanently lose certain aspects of desire or emotion. Now I ask you , What kind of desire do you want to lose? Is it lust? Or appetite? Or... the desire to create? The desire to know? Or is it emotion?"

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"If possible, I don't want to lose my desire and emotion." Ma Liang stared at Qin Yuelou intently.

"Indeed, one cannot lose desire, nor can one lose emotion." Qin Yuelou nodded, ready to take back the broken pen.

"But I also want this pen." Ma Liang did not hide his desire at all. "I want many things, but I know what to do and what not to do."

"Facing your desires? Very good. If you don't want to lose your emotions or your desires, then I have another way. I just don't know how you should choose." Qin Yuelou smiled, bewitching like a devil Ma Liang.

"Excuse me, sir, how should I take the road you mentioned?" Ma Liang struggled for a moment before asking.

"It's fine to let other things lose instead of you, and let other ghosts replace you...to bear the price of loss." The corner of Qin Yuelou's mouth curved up a little more.

"But sir, where should I find the ghost?" Ma Liang asked Qin Yuelou.

"Isn't this easy to find? After all, this world is like a prison, isn't it?"

Qin Yuelou stopped laughing.

During the year, he also sent out many modified supernatural puzzles to analyze the essence of this world, or in other words, the way of heaven in this world.

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Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple lived an old monk and a young monk with him.

The old monk was short and fat like a stump, with creases all over his face, so that there was only a slit left for his eyes.

The young monk was tall and thin, white and clean, his eyelashes were as thick as cattail fans, and as long as branches, his lips were as rosy and plump as if rouge had been applied, and he looked like a man and a woman.

The old monk and the young monk recited Buddha's name and practiced meditation in this mountain. Although it was deserted, they could be self-sufficient until another monk came to this temple.

The old monk said to the young monk: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a temple in the mountain. In the temple lived two monks and a thousand Buddhas."

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Although there are no gods and Buddhas in the sky, in this troubled world, there are many people who pray to gods and worship Buddhas.

Those who have done bad things pray to gods and Buddhas for their blessings, and those who cannot survive pray to gods and Buddhas in order to live. People's thoughts are all expressed in clay sculptures, wood carvings or stone carvings.

And this Thousand Buddha Temple is the Buddhist temple with the most believers in the Dakang Dynasty. The reason why it is called Thousand Buddha Temple is because there are a thousand Buddha statues in the temple, all of which are displayed in the Thousand Buddha Pagoda.

Yang Wanyan once ordered to spend a huge amount of money to cut down forests and dig soil from the hills around the mountain where the Thousand Buddha Temple is located, leaving only the rock formations, and then carved those rock formations into a group of Buddha bodies. Since then, this mountain has been called Qianfo Mountain.

The Thousand Buddha Temple is built on the Thousand Buddha Mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the Buddhist temple has a total of [-] steps.

But there are rules in this Thousand Buddha Temple, offering incense is not something that can be done casually.

Ordinary common people can only burn incense in the right side hall, and there are only Arhats painted with gold lacquer in the side hall.

If you are a rich merchant, you can burn incense in the left side hall, where is the golden body of Bodhisattva.

And the main hall of the Thousand Buddha Temple is used for offering incense to dignitaries, and there are all kinds of Buddhas in the main hall.

As for the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, only important officials in the court and even relatives of the emperor can enter.

Of course, if a golden body can be donated to the Thousand Buddha Temple, even the poor can enter the main hall to worship the Buddha, but it is not clear how long it will take for the donated golden body to be included in the Buddhist temple.

Qin Yuelou looked at the bustling people who came to worship Buddha from the long steps. Some looked fanatical, some were weeping, some looked haughty, some were wearing silk, some were wearing coarse linen clothes, and some were full of patches. ··The world is full of states and [-] troubles, which are clearly visible on the [-] steps.

Qin Yuelou was only dressed in a simple white robe, without any decorations, and even her hair was scattered behind her head, blending in the bustling crowd, inconspicuous and unobtrusive.

He just used his own eyes to record the living beings here.

Walking slowly all the way to the top of the mountain, the tip of the iceberg of the Qianfo Temple was also recorded.

Thick blue smoke drifts out from the temple, like billowing smoke, tears in the eyes of choking people, and the words of the prosperity of incense are even slightly insufficient here. Surrounded by green trees and shrubs,

After crossing the threshold, Qin Yuelou stepped into the temple.

This empty door is not empty at all.

There are also a few linden trees in the courtyard that are lush and lush. Although it is late autumn, they are still green and tall. There are also monks cleaning the fallen leaves under the trees, as if they want to sweep away the dust in their hearts.

There are Zhike monks leading pilgrims to various parts of the side hall, some monks lead women to the place where Avalokitesvara is sent away, and some people carry huge pillar-like incense sticks on their shoulders...

The sesame oil money left by some poor people is copper plates, but some people put down silver taels, and some even throw down a few gold ingots. These are the so-called sesame oil money.

Those who leave copper coins get tea.

Put down the silver, and get the tea.

Whoever throws off the gold ingot gets Shangxiang tea.

Qin Yuelou was not affected either, and just watched it at will.

No one could notice him, because everyone had a thin, skinny arm like a matchstick on the top of their ear, like a spectacle frame, and the translucent baby-like hands covered their eyes, distracting Qin Yuelou's figure from the crowd. screened out from the field of vision.

The Ghost Puzzle, or in other words... it was remade by Qin Yuelou, the Supernatural Puzzle Ghost Covering Eyes.

Qin Yuelou walked into the main hall in the ghost-covered eyes. It is said that a Zen master was explaining the principles of Buddhism to some pilgrims who were drinking fragrant tea. After a casual look, Qin Yuelou left. , It is better to read the orthodox Buddhist scriptures to understand.

There are always a small number of eminent monks and great virtues. After all, this temple is still greedy for profit, and the Zen heart has only gradually become black.

Where is this temple?

"Empty doors are not empty temples are not temples." Qin Yuelou shook his head.

Walking out of the Buddhist gate, the monks turned a blind eye to him all the way, and he stepped into the mountain road alone.

Strips of red silk are tied to the branches around the mountain road. The red silk flutters with the wind, and you can see the ink-colored writing on it. The writing left either blesses peace or blesses wealth. It was as if he could hear the voice of his heart at that time.

Qin Yuelou was in it, as if he was walking into a red silk forest instead of a forest. In the forest, statues of Bodhisattvas and Buddhas carved out of stone can be seen everywhere.

The mist in the mountain covered the temple with only its outline. The Thousand Buddha Pagoda is in this mountain, but Qinyue Tower passed by a mountain stream and a stream merged into a pool. According to this, there is also a small pavilion in the center of the pool.

The mountains are misty and misty, but here the water vapor is misty, covering the sky and the sun like clouds and mist. The mist and water vapor are mixed like a blend, and the surrounding scenes are vaguely hidden, as if you are in a fairyland.

But the kiosk was strangely clearly visible.

There was a woman in the pavilion. She was fair-skinned, about 24 or [-], and was dressed as a woman, quite handsome.

The woman sat obliquely in the pavilion, looking at the fish in the pavilion in a trance. For some reason, her hair was loosened, and her hair was about to fall into the water. Three thousand black hairs fell inch by inch, but they did not fall into the water. Feeling sad, and caressing the skin, it seems to feel the melancholy of aging and wrinkles.

And the woman began to read as if no one else was there: "Speak thin words, and meet the wrath of the other party. My heart is full of seats, and I can't roll it. My heart is full of stones, and I can't turn it around. Prestige is not optional. Worry quietly, I am stunned by the small group. Since there are so many minions, I have been insulted a lot. I think about it quietly, and I have a good time. Looking forward, weeping like rain, alas."

Qin Yuelou had no heart of admiration, but felt that the situation and scene were quite beautiful, so he took out the paintbrush, held the drawing paper in one hand, and splashed ink casually, and soon left a picture of a beautiful woman with hanging hair on the paper , and wrote a poem.

[Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of blue silk is worried about the new year.Looking at the moon and protecting each other, I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. 】

The beauties in the painting are extremely realistic, but also pure and natural. This situation is depicted with pen and ink like a replica, but I don't know how long it will last.

After finishing the painting, Qin Yuelou also continued to move forward, but the goal was not the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, but the long pavilion in the pool.

The woman was unaware of Qin Yuelou's arrival.

But Qin Yuelou stretched out his hand and held the woman's head,

With a bang, Qin Yuelou took off the woman's head. There was no blood, but the head was simply removed, and the gap did not feel like broken flesh, but was as smooth as a polished pebble.

Grabbing the head, Qin Yuelou smashed the beauty's head with one punch.

Then, just like an ancient painting being ignited, the invisible fire burned the paper, and all the colors in the painting turned into gray-black flying ash embers curled up and scattered like gray butterflies. The mountain scenery also curled up and fell off piece by piece, leaving behind the real truth.

Not still in the mountains, but at the bottom of the water.