"I got this tattoo the year I graduated from high school, what's the problem?"
Su Sifang clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name. Sang Tong understood, and said, "Miss Xiaoxuan, the woman who has been pestering your boyfriend is transformed by this tattoo."
Bao Xiaoxuan put on her clothes, and asked in disbelief: "No way? This tattoo has been tattooed for seven years, and there has been no problem!"
Sang Tong frowned: Indeed, seven years is really too short for this thing.
Even if it takes seven years to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon all day long, it is not enough for this painting soul, which is one level lower than animals, to cultivate into a demon, let alone live on a dirty human body
Hao Jiefang came out from the wall: "Ask her how she got this pattern, and who tattooed it on her."
Sang Tong repeated the question, and Bao Xiaoxuan answered truthfully: "The pattern on my back is an ancient painting that my father collected when he was alive. It is said to be from the middle of the Ming Dynasty. Although it is not from everyone's hands, but due to It is well preserved, and the painting is exquisite, and it is very popular with my father. When my father was alive, he hung it in the study room and admired it often. Later... he died unexpectedly in my third year of high school. In order to commemorate him, I put it His favorite painting is tattooed on his back, and in order to restore the style of the painting, he even hired the top tattoo artist."
At this point, several people finally understood the reason of the matter.
There is nothing wrong with Bao Xiaoxuan's behavior of remembering her late father. The blame can only be blamed on the current people, who have lost too many taboos.
Sang Tong sighed lightly, asked Bao Xiaoxuan to put on her clothes first, and said earnestly: "Miss Xiaoxuan, maybe you may not understand what I'm going to say next, but I still want to explain to you."
"Master Sang, tell me!"
Sang Tong took out a mahogany sword from the password box and held it in his hand: "Everything in this world has a spirit, so there is a saying that someone is the master of all spirits. Let's explain it from a scientific point of view, that is, We have wisdom and emotions, so we can eventually become the rulers of this society. The so-called gains and losses; human life is only a hundred years, but this does not mean that other species do not have this kind of spirituality, every flower, every tree, every stone, They all possess spirituality, but it takes hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years for them to possess such advanced wisdom like humans, can you understand this theory?"
"I got it."
"Okay, I'm going to get into the topic next, I hope you can understand."
"good."
"If this ancient painting in your father's collection is really from the middle of the Ming Dynasty, it will have a history of nearly a thousand years. Generally speaking, this kind of painting with the theme of figures contains more intense emotions than landscape paintings. The author emotions are easier to refine than landscape paintings.”
"You mean... my father's painting is perfect? It's this fine painting that made Jia Ming like this?"
Sang Tong nodded: "Miss Xiaoxuan is a sensible person."
"But... according to what Master Sang said, there are many figure paintings in the world that are older than this painting, why is it the only one that has become a master?"
Sang Tong smiled and replied: "First, you won't know whether other paintings are perfect or not. Second, the right time, place and people are also very important. The creation time and purpose of this painting, the What, even the person who painted it, the woman in the painting, are very important factors. To be honest, such things as painting demons are indeed very rare. First, the conditions for the formation of their minds are very strict. Chance; secondly: after the founding of the People's Republic of China...you know, so even our faction, at least five generations of patriarchs have to be seen before anyone has seen it."
"Master Sang, I have another question."
"Speaking."
"If the painting on my back is really perfect, why can't Jia Ming recognize it in his dream?"
"This is the frightening thing. It proves that the painting demon already has the magic power to charm the mind, and it should be dealt with in time."
"Then, what are the two masters going to do?"
"Amitabha, if the donor is trustworthy, he can be brought back to the monastery by the Quartet for enlightenment."
But Sang Tong replied decisively: "Burn it on the spot!"
"Senior Sister Tong..."
Sang Tong snorted coldly, and choked unceremoniously: "Probation? Since it has chosen the evil way of absorbing yang energy, how can it be influenced? Besides, the painting demon has lived on the human body for so many years. Nourishing, if you take the painting back, she can also escape from the tattoo. Do you know that it has absorbed yang energy for forty-three days? It is a question of whether Li Jiaming is alive or not Unknown!"
Li Jiaming's haggard face became paler, his body swayed, and he sat down on the bed.
Bao Xiaoxuan grabbed Sang Tong's hand: "Master Sang, don't scare me, is what you said true?"
Sang Tong nodded seriously: "Miss Xiaoxuan, the reason why I explained so much to you just now is that this painting may be very important to you, but you have to make a choice. It’s just a simple painting of a demon, and there may be other ways than burning the painting, but there is a picture behind you, and she can use your body to escape at any time.”
"Then...then I can wash off the tattoo right away?"
"No, washing off the tattoo is just an appearance. The essence of the pattern has long been integrated into your body. For example, if that painting is the house of the painting demon, then the pattern behind you is the back door of its house, and it will be forever The back door can't even be closed, and the only way to burn Hua Yao is to burn her house together."
Sang Tong suddenly changed the subject, and weighed the mahogany sword in his hand: "If you dare to run, I will kill you immediately."
Bao Xiaoxuan shivered, and looked back, but there was nothing behind her.
After being told by Sang Tong, she felt what it meant to be "thorns on her back". Whenever she thought of tattooing the fairy on her body, she felt chills all over her body.
Bao Xiaoxuan looked at Li Jiaming. After a few days, he seemed to have lost weight, with a sick look on his face, like someone recovering from a long illness.
"Master... will Jia Ming's health be better this time?"
Sang Tong looked at Li Jiaming's face carefully: "Which hand do you use to write?"
"Right hand."
"Give me your left hand."
"good."
"Mr. Li is not a short-lived person. After this time, he can spend many years in good health."
Bao Xiaoxuan bit her lower lip: "Master Sang, I believe in you. No matter how valuable something is, it is not as important as our Jiaming's life. I believe my dad will understand me. I will paint it in my dad's study. Come with me one more time."
"good."
Su Sifang slowed down, came to Sang Tong, and asked in a low voice: "Senior Sister Tong, all things should be equal, and it's not easy for that demon to get his mind after thousands of years. Why do you have to kill them all?"
Sang Tong replied unceremoniously: "Do you dare to use a human life as a bet for your compassion?"
Sang Tong stopped in his tracks, stared into Su Sifang's eyes, and said in a low voice: "The painting monster has made up seven or seven, and Li Jiaming will die; at that time, if Bao Xiaoxuan's body is taken again, it will be two lives Now, tonight is the forty-fourth day, you can go if you want!"
Su Sifang closed his eyes slightly: "Amitabha."
When we arrived at Bao Xiaoxuan's parents' house, Bao's mother was not there, and the nanny was picking beans: "Xiaoxuan is back, your mother went to your Aunt Wu's house to play cards, stew ribs tonight, do you want me to prepare more, and we will have dinner at home together?"
"No need, Aunt Zhang, you can just cook according to the usual amount. I'll take my friend to my dad's study to have a look."
"Oh, ok, I'll make you some tea."
"Don't be too busy, Aunt Wu, we'll leave after reading."
Bao Xiaoxuan's father's study room is spacious and immaculate, and it is impossible to tell that the owner of the study room is no longer there. There are many ancient pieces displayed in the study room, including calligraphy and painting, blue and white, colored glaze, and Tang colors.
Bao Xiaoxuan took down a long box from the top shelf: "The painting is inside."
"Are you sure? If you are sure, you won't open it. I think the things in your father's study are very precious. I can't afford to pay for it if I burn it wrong."
"I'm sure, my mother doesn't care about these things. My father has sold many pieces after his death. I put this painting here specially."
"Okay, please bring me a basin, I can borrow your father's desk."
"Please use."
Sang Tong opened the password box and took out yellow cloth, incense burner, talisman paper and other items from it.
Spread the yellow cloth on the table, set up the incense burner, burn three sticks of incense, and place the basin under the table.
Mu Rong and Hao Jiefang held soul-beating sticks in both hands, and guarded the window and door respectively, while Su Sifang stood beside Sang Yu, holding Buddhist beads in his hands.
Sang Tong held the three incense sticks between his eyebrows, bowed three times, and inserted them into the incense burner.
He took out the ancient painting, put it under his arm, and held a lighter in the other hand. He stepped forward and said aloud: "Today, there are thousands of years of painting monsters, sucking people's yang energy, falling into the path of evil cultivation, and almost harming people." Life, disciple Sang Tong, respectfully ask the patriarch to give you a bunch of Lihuo, burn painted monsters, and straighten the way."
After finishing speaking, he pressed the lighter, and with a "boom", a flame about ten centimeters out of the small lighter actually shot out.
As soon as the ancient painting touched the flames, it caught fire!
"ah!"
Bao Xiaoxuan clutched her back and squatted down in pain. At the same time that Sang Tong lit the ancient painting, she felt her back was also burning!
"Xiao Xuan!"
Li Jiaming rushed over and hugged Bao Xiaoxuan, before he could express his concern, he rolled his eyes and fell heavily on the ground.
"Jiaming!"
"Senior Sister Tong, stop quickly!"
The author has something to say: At this point, there are small differences in the plot.
In the next chapter, there will be a plot where the primordial spirit enters the painting. Who do you want to enter
Murong, Sang Tong.
You raise your hopes, I will refer to them, I have already thought about both versions~
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