Chapter 1450: Old Stranger A
Chapter 1455 Old Stranger A
Inside the main house.
An Lushan glanced at the scrolls of paintings and paper piled everywhere in the house, picked up one of them, looked at the silver hook iron painting and the imaginative handwriting on the paper, and said in surprise: "My brother actually has Zhang Xu's calligraphy here?
He is now considered the world's number one cursive calligrapher!"
A pale-faced, thin man walked out from behind An Lushan, snatched the 'Zhang Xu' calligraphy from An Lushan's hand, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the waste paper pile, saying indifferently: "It's just someone else's copy of Zhang Xu's calligraphy. It looks like Zhang Xu's writing, but in fact it's similar in form but not in spirit. ...What kind of family background do I have? Big brother, don't you know?
Even collecting the works of this room full of inferior painters and calligraphers has exhausted my family's wealth, let alone collecting the original works of famous artists and masters?
The calligraphy and paintings here are all made by inferior scholars, far from the original works of famous artists. Among them, there are rare ones that have some true meaning of famous artists, but they are still useless to me..."
Seeing that the thin man was not interested in talking and looked like he had no interest in the outside world, An Lushan sat down in the main seat of the main room and placed the original work of Wu Daozi on the table in front of him.
He knew that his brother's current attention and concern were on the oil-paper-wrapped scroll in front of him, but he didn't mention it at all, and instead talked about something else: "You have been attacked by ghosts and have been bedridden for more than two or three months. Can you still keep your job in the Bad People there?"
This thin man was included in the Bad People because he accidentally contained a strange spirit. He was quite impressive in the past. At least there was a huge class gap between him and An Lushan, a lowly yalang.
The reason why the two of them could get together, and the thin man also respected An Lushan, a yalang, as his brother, is another story.
The thin man, Zheng Xian, shook his head and laughed at himself: "Not to mention that I have been ill for three months, even if I was not ill, I would never be tolerated by the Bad People today.
When I first fell ill, the saint worshipped the Bad Leader.
The Bad Leader took control of the Bad People and began to implement reforms among the entire Bad People. Bad People who were involved in murder cases, raped and killed the people, no matter how capable they were, were expelled from this group. And they each had their own evil spirits, and they were all secretly taken away by the Bad Leader's close subordinates!"
Speaking of this, Zheng Xian paused, glanced at An Lushan, and said: "What is my situation, how many lives do I have? Big brother must also know...
Suffering from an evil disease and hiding at home, I was exempted from investigation and avoided a disaster."
"The Bad People can't go back, so what are my plans for the future?" An Lushan smiled, pretending not to know the hidden meaning in Zheng Xian's words.
Zheng Xian heard this, and a hint of anger appeared on his pale face.
But when he raised his eyes, he met An Lushan's calm gaze, and the anger on his face was immediately suppressed. He said in a hoarse voice: "It's just waiting to die.
The strange disease has entered my internal organs. Without Brother Xian's brush to save me, I only have half a month left to live."
Hearing Zheng Xian mention the painter named 'Xi'an' again, An Lushan raised his eyebrows and said: "Xi'an is in his prime and has no illness on weekdays. How could he suddenly die a few days ago?"
Zheng Xian looked at An Lushan's innocent face, but he sneered in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face. He lowered his head and said: "Brother Xian was killed by a fierce ghost."
"Killed by a ghost?
What fierce ghost killed him?" An Lushan looked even more surprised.
Zheng Xian heard the voice and suddenly raised his head, staring at An Lushan, and said every word as if it burst out from his teeth: "That fierce and strange man, big brother may have seen it!
People at that time often called it "the lamp official". As long as the lamp was lit, the lamp official would turn into a white-faced man with long arms and legs, and twist the necks of the people gathered under the lamp!"
"The white-faced man with long arms and legs..." An Lushan looked confused.
The light in the main room was dim. He blew the fire and lit the lamp on the table.
The flame flickered.
In the shadow of the lamp, behind An Lushan, there was a white-faced man with long arms and legs standing silently!
An Lushan looked at Zheng Xian with a miserable expression, and tapped the table with his fingers like a carrot head. He said to Zheng Xian with a smile: "Is the lamp official I mentioned the one behind me?"
Zheng Xian lowered his eyes, his body trembled slightly, and he didn't say a word.
The long-armed and long-legged 'lamp official' suddenly stood behind Zheng Xian with a casual wave of An Lushan's hand, and his pale finger bones circled Zheng Xian's neck. Zheng Xian heard An Lushan's faint smile: "Isn't the benefit I gave to me not enough? Although you have been involved in several murders for me, the gold and silver I gave you are enough to compensate for those lives.
Human life has a price.
What's more, the reason why I can accommodate Li Gui in my body is that I have also made great efforts and helped a lot.
However, once I stepped into the government, I wanted to abandon my brother who came from a poor family... Fortunately, God has eyes, and the Li Gui in my body has gradually revived.
The painter named Xi'an is indeed quite capable. He actually stuck the scroll on my body and absorbed the Li Gui that had invaded my internal organs into his skin membrane. He has such talent, and I happen to cherish his talent very much. I didn't want to kill him no matter what.
It's a pity that he refused to cooperate with me and always looked down upon me. And I happened to get the secret of this painting's ability to attract evil spirits from elsewhere... He was of no use anymore, so he might as well die. "
While An Lushan was talking, he tore open the oil paper roll on the table, revealing one of the paintings that had not yet been framed.
He slowly unfolded the painting.
Zheng Xian's heart was beating fiercely, and he could already feel his death approaching as the 'Dengguan' phalanges wrapped around his neck. It's just that he was unwilling to accept it. Listening to An Lushan's words, he looked at a scroll of paper slowly spread out on the table - his eyes suddenly revealed a bit of surprise - there was something in that scroll. Very mysterious meaning!
The previous paintings that Xi'an left on him also had this connotation, but they couldn't compare with the charm of this painting!
This painting may save my life!
As soon as Zheng Xian thought of this, his pleading eyes turned to Anlu Mountain.
An Lushan looked at the scroll on the table with fascination, and whispered: "The true meaning of heaven and man... It is this true meaning of heaven and man that can understand ghosts and gods, and capture the evil spirits...
That Xi'an is just a third-rate painter. He dares to be arrogant when he accidentally gets a glimpse of the door. How can he overpower a master like Shanhai Wu Daozi? !
Brother, do you think the true meaning of heaven and man in this painting compares with your brother Xi'an's painting? "
An Lushan raised his eyes and asked Zheng Xian with a smile on his face and a gloomy look in his eyes.
Zheng Xian suddenly saw that the life-saving straw was in front of him, and he no longer cared about anything else. He stared at the paintings on the table and nodded repeatedly, without noticing An Lushan's gloomy eyes: "Xi'an was lucky enough to get a chance. How can it be compared with Wu Daozi?
Brother, this painting can save my life!
Brother, you really found such a wonderful painting for me, you are my re-created parents——"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by An Lushan's voice. An Lushan picked up the scroll on the table, which seemed to tug at Zheng Xian's heart: "Brother, do you want me to save you with this painting? !”
When Zheng Xian saw An Lushan in such a state, he was so blessed that he knelt down to An Lushan with a thud: "Please save me, brother Xian!"
He was tortured by the pain that invaded his internal organs and was on the verge of collapse. Now that he had a way to survive, it was like rain after a long drought, so how could he give up? !
At this time, An Lushan picked up a pill from his arms, handed it to Zheng Xian's mouth, and said: "It's just a painting. I have a good relationship with Wu Daozi, and I will naturally have all kinds of paintings like this in the future. Painting to save a virtuous brother is a natural thing!
However, if I save you and you bite me back and have the intention of harming me, wouldn't I have to live with it? "
"No, no!
Big brother, little brother will never be like this! "Zheng Xian shook his head repeatedly, looking at the dark pill pills in front of him as if they were nothing, but swallowed the pill pills without opening his mouth.
An Lushan's eyes were indifferent and he added: "It's empty talk.
Just swallow this 'offering pill' and the secret monk will refine the offering. As long as you swallow this elixir, the evil spirit in your body will be supported by me and will never harm me in the future. Even if you have the intention to harm me, it will still stop you.
Just swallow it! "
Zheng Xian looked at the dark pill in front of him and hesitated again and again.
As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw An Lushan's face gradually darkening. He finally made up his mind and opened his mouth - An Lushan pinched his chin and stuffed the pill into his throat. Go inside!
"Ugh!" Zheng Xian wanted to spit out the pills, but was unable to do so.
The pill slid down his throat, and his body began to squirm. The outline of a human head appeared on his chest, and he chewed up the pill in one go.
After he took the pill, An Lushan nodded.
When Zheng Xian saw this, he asked An Lushan: "Now the eldest brother can finally give the painting to the younger brother, right?"
An Lushan sneered several times and said, "Don't worry."
His words of "don't be impatient" actually made Zheng Xian feel very angry. He suddenly stood up and shouted to An Lushan: "Brother, is he going to regret it?!"
Before he finished speaking, An Lushan scolded him: "Be honest!"
The sharp sound in his body rolled among his internal organs - the severe pain made Zheng Xian's eyesight go dark, and he sat down directly on the ground, his body limp and weak!
The secret monk's 'offering pill' is extremely effective, and it starts to work now!
Zheng Xian slumped on the ground and could only watch An Lushan take out a skin bag of an unknown animal and a box of pitch-black ointment from his bag.
An Lushan dipped his brush into the ointment and applied the paint evenly layer by layer on the unknown animal skin. While brushing the animal skin with the ointment, he explained to Zheng Xian: "This is elephant skin, it is extremely thick. Tenacity.
Buddhism says that both dragons and elephants have magical powers and can suppress evil spirits.
This bowl of black ointment is also an offering to Li Jui in the secret area. If Li Jui falls into the ointment, the blood vessels and meridians of the human body will be left in it. This black ointment is said to be made from corpse oil mixed with human blood. It is made from a certain local specialty. "
After the fat young man evenly applied "black oil" on both sides of the elephant skin, under Zheng Xian's desperate eyes, he pasted the painting of Wu Daozi on the front of the elephant skin - one painting at a time. That elephant skin, the outline of a human figure suddenly appeared on the black oil paste on the other side of the elephant skin, which was as smooth as a mirror!
An Lushan looked at the increasingly detailed outline of the human figure on the back of the elephant skin in amazement, and murmured: "It's actually very useful. The method mentioned by the fairy in the dream is actually somewhat feasible...
The human armor is actually not gold and iron armor, but made of this animal skin..."
As he spoke, he stood up, picked up the animal skin, and walked towards Zheng Xian.
Zheng Xian's eyes were horrified and he couldn't help but retreat: "Brother, brother, what are you going to do?!
you--"
Before he finished speaking, the young girl whose back of the elephant skin became increasingly clear smiled at him.
Just when he thought he was blinded by what he saw, the entire back of the elephant skin suddenly pressed against his body, and the girl on the back of the elephant skin suddenly turned into a talisman, covering his whole body!
The Li Wei entrenched in Zheng Xian's body instantly swam into his skin with the purple gold talisman carved on it. Immediately afterwards, a blood-red crack emerged from the center of his eyebrows, splitting his entire body into two halves!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"
Under the elephant skin, there was a fierce scream!
A bloody, unwrapped body suddenly jumped out of the elephant skin package. Before he could take a few steps, he fell down in front of the threshold of the main room and died!
The exposed, dilapidated flesh and blood could wrap up several groups of highly corrupted internal organs!
Zheng Xian died instantly!
The original elephant skin of Wu Daozi is attached to the front, and the human skin of Zheng Xian is adhered to the back!
The human skin was full of flesh and blood textures.
A subtle rhyme circulates among them!
Zheng Xian's body was full of strangeness, and it had been transferred into the skin bag where the elephant skin and human skin were glued together!
The painting of Wu Daozi on the front of the elephant skin gradually became blurred, and the entire skin became as thin as cicada wings. One of the human heads could be faintly seen moving back and forth!
An Lushan reached out and picked up the skin as thin as a cicada's wings, hesitated for a moment, and put it on his body.
Under the skin, there are many blood vessels and tendons, connected with An Lushan's own flesh and blood!
this moment!
He sensed the vast secrets of heaven and the unpredictable changes in heaven's way!
“Ranger A!
This is the stranger! "
An Lushan's eyes sparkled!
He felt that this skin fit perfectly with himself, so much so that when he wore this 'human armor', he felt that his vitality was much stronger, as if his lifespan had become much longer!
Recently, at night, he saw in his dream that the method of 'creating human armor' taught by the 'childish-looking' female fairy turned out to be completely true!
He kept recalling the other instructions of the female immortal in his mind: "The immortal also told me that after I master this armor, I must immediately leave Chang'an and go to Jingshi Mountain.
Offer sacrifices to ‘True Heaven’ at the foot of Jingshi Mountain, and you can see the true shape of Jingshi Mountain. At this time, you can enter the mountain to practice! "
What is the so-called ‘true heaven’? What is the true shape of ‘Jingshi Mountain’?
Could it be that the Jingshi Mountain that appears in the world today is not the real Jingshi Mountain?
All kinds of questions lingered in An Lushan's mind, and he had no time to take care of it. He didn't even bother to clean up the scene, so he hurriedly left the room and left Chang'an!