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Thunderbolt Town is a remote town, but there is an endless stream of people coming to this town.

Everyone is here for the Thunderbolt Immortal.

The Perak Temple in Perak Town is famous for its efficacies. For example, the weather in Perak Town is good every year. For example, people who come to pay homage to the Perak God will have a safe house. For example, those who add incense money to the Perak Temple will be lucky... Various The example made the Perak Temple famous far and wide, and also made this unknown Perak Immortal gradually famous among mortals.

When Miao Zhichen and the others arrived in Perak Town, it happened to be the birthday of the Perak Great Immortal. People from all over the place came to celebrate his birthday and the town was filled to the brim. All the inns in the town were full.

The firewood room was temporarily converted into a guest room. It didn't even have a bed, but three quilts were spread on the floor, and firewood for the kitchen was piled up in the corner. The conditions were simpler than the first one Miao Zhichen and the others lived in. The inn is better than worse.

Miao Zhichen poked through the spider web on the window edge with a piece of firewood, and said painfully, "When will this poor and destitute life end?"

Liu Chenxiang said comfortingly: "Zhichen, don't worry, when I learn the magic of immortality, I will transform you into a house!"

Miao Zhichen thought that he would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey, and said, "It's up to you."

Liu Chenxiang was full of energy immediately.

Miao Zhichen felt uncomfortable staying in the woodshed, especially when a cockroach slipped past his feet, he couldn't bear it anymore and left the house, how could he live in such a small dilapidated house?It's scary to think about sleeping in a pile of insects!

Miao Zhichen said: "Chen Xiang, you should go to apprentice first."

Liu Chenxiang said: "Okay!"

The three went to the Perak Temple. The number of people in the Perak Temple was exaggerated. The queue began 300 meters outside the temple gate. The people in the queue bought incense from the staff at the gate. After buying incense, they continued to wait until the previous worshiper finished. Only people can enter the temple.

Liu Chenxiang was stunned, and said, "How long will it take!"

Huang Daxian said: "You wait in line, my wife and I will go shopping elsewhere."

Liu Chenxiang grabbed Huang Daxian firmly and said: "Aren't we friends? We have the same blessings and share the same difficulties, you must accompany me in line."

Huang Daxian said: "You are too selfish, good things don't think of me, and bad things always pull me."

Liu Chenxiang said righteously: "This is a friend!"

Huang Daxian looked at Miao Zhichen for help, and Miao Zhichen patted Huang Daxian on the shoulder and said, "Put your tail away, don't be taken away by the real fairy. Okay, I'm going to play."

Miao Zhichen ran away after finishing speaking, but both Liu Chenxiang and Huang Daxian failed to catch him.

The two looked at each other and said in unison: "Damn!"

Miao Zhichen ran to the market.

The market is equally lively, with stalls lined up on both sides of the street, mostly selling items related to the Perak God.

The portrait of the Thunderbolt Immortal, the fan of the Thunderbolt Immortal, the sugar figurine of the Thunderbolt Immortal, and so on.

The image of the Thunderbolt Immortal in the painting is a bearded man with a sword in one hand and a hammer in the other, which is comparable to Zhong Kui.

Miao Zhichen thought unkindly, regardless of whether the thunderbolt fairy is really effective, just buy his painting and hang it in the porch, I am afraid it can drive away ghosts and keep the house.

The business of the stalls is very prosperous, but the painting stall at the end of the street is deserted.

Miao Zhichen stopped in front of the painting booth, looked down, and then understood the problem.

The portrait of the Thunderbolt Daxian sold by this stall owner is completely different from others. The Thunderbolt Daxian in his painting is a handsome man. According to modern standards, he is 1.8 meters tall, with wide shoulders and narrow hips, which is enviable. He has an inverted triangle figure, with a lightning mark between his eyebrows, and a sword lingering with lightning in his right hand.

Miao Zhichen asked: "Why are you so different from others, the Thunderbolt Immortal?"

The stall owner said: "The Thunderbolt Immortal I painted is his real appearance, and the ones sold by others are all fake."

Miao Zhichen looked at the stall owner, saw that the stall owner was somewhat similar to the person in the painting, and said with a smile, "Could you follow your own painting of the Thunderbolt Immortal?"

The stall owner said coldly: "So what, anyway, it is a hundred times better than their Thunderbolt Daxian."

Miao Zhichen said, "Well, it's pretty pretty."

The stall owner took out one of his many paintings, handed it to Miao Zhichen, and said, "You buy it."

Miao Zhichen: "..." Is it okay to buy and sell so blatantly? !

This painting cost one tael of silver, so expensive that Miao Zhichen vomited blood.In this era when silver was not yet popular, silver was very valuable!

Miao Zhichen said, "No thanks, I don't worship God."

The stall owner said: "Brother, don't do this. I guarantee that my portrait is stained with divine light. If you stick it on the bedside, your family will be healthy and everything will go well."

Miao Zhichen said, "Hehe."

Miao Zhichen turned around and left, and the stall owner stepped in front of Miao Zhichen, blocking Miao Zhichen's way.

The stall owner said: "You don't lose anything by buying one of my paintings, just treat it as a friend."

Miao Zhichen said: "A friend with one tael of silver is too expensive, I can't afford it."

The stall owner said: "You are too stingy!"

Miao Zhichen said, "Everyone says so!"

Spreading his hands, he said, "Don't you like the Thunderbolt Immortal? Okay, tell me which immortal you like, and I will draw it for you!"

Miao Zhichen said without thinking, "I like Erlang Shen!"

The stall owner rolled up his sleeves and said, "Okay, I'll draw!"

The stall owner painted as he said, and as soon as he returned to the stall, he took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and sketched the portrait of Erlang Shen.

It is rare to paint on the street, especially the paintings of gods. After a while, passers-by will gather around the booth, and the dense crowd of people makes it impossible for Miao Zhichen to take advantage of the opportunity to escape.

Helpless, Miao Zhichen can only wait for the stall owner to finish painting, he has a premonition that his wallet will be lost!

The stall owner painted very fast, and within a few strokes the charm of Erlang God was drawn out. Miao Zhichen glanced at it boredly, and was fascinated by it. That Erlang God!

Miao Zhichen was so shocked that he even changed his eyes on the stall owner. Could it be that this stall owner has seen the true face of Erlang God?Or, did he meet Erlang Shen?Wait, if the Erlang God painted by this person is the real Erlang God, then the Thunderbolt God he painted is probably the real Thunderbolt God, and the Thunderbolt God is carved out of the same mold as himself. Does this mean that the stall Is the Lord actually the deity of the Thunderbolt Immortal? !

After the stall owner finished painting, all the onlookers applauded. It is quite a skill to be able to draw a lifelike portrait in just a stick of incense.

Someone asked the stall owner the price, but the stall owner said he would not sell it. He pointed to Miao Zhichen and said, "This painting is for him."

The stall owner gave the painting to Miao Zhichen and said, "You should buy it now."

Miao Zhichen was willing to pay for Yang Jian's portrait. He shamelessly calculated that if this person was the Thunderbolt Immortal, then sooner or later Liu Chenxiang would take away his treasure, the Xuanhua God Axe, which is worth more than a tael of silver. , only earn but not lose!If this person is not the Great Immortal of Thunderbolt, then it won't be too late to help Liu Chenxiang get the money back when he returns from his studies.

The stall owner happily put the money into his purse, and took the opportunity to sell his Thunderbolt Immortal to others, but when everyone saw the unusual Thunderbolt Immortal, they immediately acted like birds and beasts.

A handsome man is beautiful, but it is not as good as a bearded man to drive away evil spirits!

No one came to buy the Thunderbolt Immortal, so the stall owner closed down the stall in a dispirited manner, and left with a pile of scrolls on his back, Miao Zhichen followed everyone step by step.

The stall owner asked puzzledly: "What are you following me for? I have already drawn you a picture of Erlang God. If you want me to draw a second picture, then you have to buy a picture of Thunderbolt God."

Miao Zhichen said, "I don't have enough money."

The stall owner said: "I don't accept bargaining, one tael of silver is not a lot."

Miao Zhichen said, "Why don't you sell it to my friend?"

The stall owner asked, "Who is your friend?"

Miao Zhichen said, "Liu Chenxiang."

The stall owner asked, "Will he buy it?"

Miao Zhichen said with certainty: "Yes!"

Miao Zhichen fooled the stall owner to the outside of the Perak Temple, and Liu Chenxiang and Huang Daxian moved from the back to the middle of the line, gratifying to congratulate.

Huang Daxian is playing with a fluffy ball, which he made with his own tail hair. In his words, his own tail hair is so precious and soft, it should not be wasted!And he can't play with his tail when he is outside, this fur ball can relieve his "lovesickness".

Liu Chenxiang couldn't take it anymore and wanted to stay away from Huang Daxian. Huang Daxian held Liu Chenxiang's arms like a little girl, making Liu Chenxiang unable to take a step away from him.

Huang Daxian asked Liu Chenxiang in a low voice, "Chen Xiang, I am a monster, do you think I was arrested by Taoist priests or monks when I entered the Thunderbolt Temple Fair?"

"No way." Liu Chenxiang poked his neck and looked into the temple, and said, "This Perak Temple is said to be a temple but not a temple, and it is said to be a Taoist temple and not a Taoist temple. Those who sell incense are neither wearing monk's robes nor Taoist priests. Your Taoist robe should be an ordinary person, no one will be able to see that you have a tail."

Huang Daxian said: "That's good, if there are monks and Taoists who bully me, you have to protect me!"

Liu Chenxiang had goosebumps, "Can you talk without being sticky?"

Wong Da Sin said, "Cut."

Miao Zhichen led the stall owner towards Liu Chenxiang and Huang Daxian, and introduced them.

Liu Chenxiang admires Miao Zhichen's ability to make friends, this person can quickly meet new friends wherever he goes!

Liu Chenxiang said: "Hello, do you want to go to the Perak Temple too? Oh, oh, you can stand with us and pretend that we came together. Cough, but we have to keep a low profile, it is bad behavior to jump in line .”

The stall owner was puzzled and said, "No, I came because he said you wanted to buy a portrait of the Thunderbolt Great Immortal."

Liu Chenxiang asked: "What portrait?"

The stall owner unfolded the portrait of the Thunderbolt Immortal who had a seven-point phase with him, "One price, one tael of silver."

Liu Chenxiang spread her hands and said, "I have no money!"

The stall owner was not happy anymore. It would take a long time to walk from the market to the Perak Temple. He didn't want to make the trip in vain. "Your friend said you would buy it!"

Liu Chenxiang looked at Miao Zhichen suspiciously, and without saying a word, Miao Zhichen rummaged through Liu Chenxiang's purse, took out a pile of copper plates, knives and coins, barely made up a tael of silver, and gave it to the stall owner, saying: "He purchase!"

The stall owner grinned and said, "Cheer up!"

After the money and goods were settled, the stall owner and Miao Zhichen waved goodbye.

Liu Chenxiang grabbed her empty purse and wanted to cry, "Zhichen, did I offend you?"

Miao Zhichen said: "I'm too lazy to explain to you, you open the painting first."

Liu Chenxiang opened the painting feebly. In the painting, the Thunderbolt Immortal was stepping on an axe, with a fairy-like demeanor, and a line of small characters was engraved on the lower right corner of the scroll, "Ren Ding, Thunderbolt Temple."