Slay Demons

"We are special police, Mr. An, there should be a painting in your home. That thing is a monster, which will harm you. Please cooperate with us to take out the painting."

"What monster?"

"You are the police? How can you rob things for no reason just because you have an identity? You can rob people?"

"No, we have evidence here, it will harm you."

"Go, are you going to leave?!"

Some elderly people were angry, picked up the brooms placed beside them, and beat several young men in plain clothes. Zhu Hongmiao was also in it. He sent the Taoist to the hospital and went out in one breath, but now he has no words to say.

First, they didn't dare to use force on the old man, and second, they were afraid that they would really make a big noise and scare the evil spirit away. At that moment, the monks who were obviously a little bit of cultivation were swept out by the old man with a broom.

They looked at each other in dismay.

Zhu Hongmiao said: "The evil spirit is still inside. Let's spread out and surround it to prevent it from making any rash moves. Take out the talisman. Once the evil spirit on the opposite side changes, we will rush in directly."

For a moment, he was a little angry.

It is not yet the stage of popularization among the whole people. They have to sign a treaty after practicing the basic exercises and keep it secret. They try their best to prevent the impact of this matter from expanding, so as to avoid unnecessary troubles in the transition stage from the ordinary society to the society of compulsory practice for all people, which will slow down the overall progress.

Zhu Hongmiao rubbed the place where he was hit by the old man's broom, grinned, waved his hand, and said:

"Disperse."

......

An Xuyang drove Zhu Hongmiao and others out.

He put down the broom panting.

When he turned around, he saw his wife in red. The old man subconsciously hid the broom behind him and explained with a smile: "A few young people came in and went to the wrong place."

The fairy in the painting hummed.

An Xuyang walked over, holding his wife's hand, and said, "Let's go inside."

"My son is so busy at work, but he still took time to clean the old house, just to give him a lively birthday. It's not appropriate for the two of us to stay outside. Come in and play with little Rongrong."

The Fairy in the Painting followed him into the house.

This is an old house.

It's the old house of the An family.

When An Xuyang was young, he lived here for most of his life, and then moved out.

Today is his 60th birthday, and his son An Shengming insisted on making a big deal. Many old friends also came, and they all brought some gifts. They were not valuable things, but at least they were a token of their heart. Several tables of wine and food were set up in the yard, and An Shengming personally cooked.

An Xuyang's second son made a list of the things sent by relatives and friends.

It's not that he is competing with others, but he just remembers this friendship and doesn't forget it.

An Xuyang changed into a slightly more serious standing collar suit, and the fairy in the painting also evolved into an old lady's deception. According to the custom of his hometown, when you are sixty or seventy years old, you have to celebrate your birthday well, with a fire basin, step over it to burn the unclean things, and also offer sacrifices to the ancestors. When you are eighty or ninety years old, you have to celebrate "forgetting birthdays", which means that when you are old, it is not a good thing to get older.

Sometimes when you reach a certain age, you feel that you are dying.

Forgetting how old you are, the elderly can live longer and healthier, which can be considered a rare confusion.

When the old man was packing up, he saw the ancient painting. The scroll itself was already yellowed. The woman in red in the painting had clear eyebrows and eyes, and a little red lips with a smile.

An Xuyang stroked the scroll and discussed with his wife beside him:

"It's not good to always suppress it."

"How about hanging this painting today?"

The Fairy in the Painting blushed, glared at him, and said:

"My son and grandson are here today. If you hang the painting, won't it be disrespectful to me?"

An Xuyang smiled awkwardly, and suddenly thought of the policemen today, so he said: "Yes, you should take this painting. Hide it well and hide it in a hidden place. Don't show it to others."

He handed the scroll directly to the Fairy in the Painting, and then patted the Fairy's palm with his palm, which was no longer as strong as before, and smiled: "An Xuyang will never regret marrying you in this life."

The Fairy in the Painting said: "Why are you saying this?"

An Xuyang laughed, turned around and walked out the door.

An Shengming served the dishes, which were homemade. The dishes were simple and not as exquisite as those in restaurants, but they were made with real ingredients, large in quantity and rich in flavor. Everyone was talking and laughing loudly, while the younger generation was chatting about their own things. It was a so-called happy time.

Zhu Hongmiao squatted outside and took a bite of egg-filled pancake viciously.

He had already applied for the help of the strong men in the action team.

They couldn't control the evil spirit. They couldn't talk it down with soft words, nor could they force it.

But the action team naturally had masters.

Turning around, he saw an unexpected figure.

"Master Wei?"

......

Wei Yuan had said before that orthodox gods looked down on illusions.

This was true.

But he was not a god.

The trick of sleight of hand was still very useful.

Just by making a spell, he walked into the house easily. No one in the yard, young or old, noticed him. Wei Yuan believed that the fairy in the painting he had seen before was kind, but in ancient times, the vengeful painted skin begged Crouching Tiger for some time, saying that she only hoped to give her parents a long life. At that time, the painted skin was also sincere.

That kind and wealthy lady was ultimately unable to resist the bloodthirsty nature of the monster.

Hundreds of lives were left in her hands.

Where is the fairy in the painting?

Wei Yuan walked into the yard and sat quietly on a table beside him. There was an unused wine glass on the table. He poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip. Now he had eaten a lot at the table, and after having fun, he would worship his ancestors. An Xuyang held his breath and stepped over the fire basin.

The children didn't know why, but they felt it was lively and clapped their hands and laughed.

An Shengming grabbed candies and distributed them to them, asking the children to say something nice.

Wei Yuan looked up and scanned the yard, which was bustling with activity. The old lady, or the fairy in the painting, was holding the ancient painting that Zhang Hao said had been tampered with. The red dress that was revealed was shockingly bright.

Wei Yuan remembered the lesson of the Painted Skin Demon.

It was her turn to jump over the fire basin.

An Xuyang turned around and chatted with his friends with a smile.

Suddenly,

The woman in red stepped over, and the old lady who was doing the trick also stepped over the fire basin lightly, while the scroll in the fairy's hand was thrown into the fire basin and caught fire. An Xuyang suddenly turned his head and saw the flames swaying. The scroll, whose paper had become brittle and yellow, was burned. He seemed to be unbelievable and was stunned for a moment.

Then he suddenly seemed to have returned to his 17 or 18-year-old boy, struggling violently and pushing the person next to him away.

He ran over with big strides, bent down, stretched out his hand, and regardless of the flames, he reached out his hand to grab the ancient painting from the blazing brazier. An Shengming and his companions were shocked. There was something that helped to burn in the fire, and the skin on their hands would be burned off. They hurriedly pulled the old man.

But no one knew how this old man, who was already in his 60s, could have such great strength.

It was like a mad cow, and several people couldn't hold it back.

An Shengming had a hard time pulling, and hurriedly shouted to the old lady who was still there:

"Mom, please persuade Dad, why did he suddenly go crazy?"

Everyone knew that An Xuyang always listened to his wife, and they all turned their heads and looked at the old lady.

An Xuyang's eyes widened, tears were red, but he just stared at the brazier.

The woman in red stood in the flames, looking at him, but said nothing. She smiled slightly, and then disappeared, leaving only large pieces of ashes after the painting was burned out, flying down with the licking of the flames.

An Xuyang stretched out his hand, and the golden red ashes burned by the flames fell into his palm.

The old man lost his strength and was pulled away by his descendants, but suddenly cried.

The young people who finally managed to hold the old man smiled. The children held the colorful candies with a blank face, and their faces still had the happiness just now. Only An Xuyang sat on the ground alone, crying at the brazier.

Wei Yuan was silent, and then laughed at himself.

He just thought that the fairy in the painting might still be able to hold herself, or turn into a demon. If she could still hold herself, he would take her back to Longhu Mountain. If she turned into a demon, he could only draw his sword and kill the demon, but he didn't think of the third possibility.

The fairy in the painting discovered his own changes and would rather destroy himself to completely cut off the possibility of his demonization and harming others.

He gently placed the cup in his hand on the table.

The illusion was performed with himself as the center of the circle. Everyone fell into the illusion. Only An Xuyang himself was still awake. He subconsciously raised his head and saw the museum owner wearing black clothes, with a slightly pale and sickly look and sharp eyebrows. But he was left with only sadness, his eyes were dim, and he was so sad that he couldn't speak.

Wei Yuan walked through the courtyard and looked at the burned ancient paintings.

"Sure enough, since she is a spirit born in the painting, she certainly knows that the ancient painting has been tampered with."

Looking at An Xuyang with tears streaming down his face, Wei Yuan sighed secretly, opened his five fingers slightly, and narrowed his eyes. The magic on the Taiping Essential Technique moved as he wished, and he drew a talisman in the glass of wine. Then, with just a flick, the wine turned into a white dragon and fell into the brazier. The soul that had naturally dispersed before was summoned out before returning to heaven and earth.

She turned into a woman in red again, but her figure was erratic and she had no sense of reality.

She looked at her palm in disbelief, and looked at An Xuyang. Everything was like a dream.

He looked at Wei Yuan again and said, "You are..."

Wei Yuan said, "This is just a Taoist magic to summon souls. You were originally a living being in an ancient painting, living in the painting. Now the painting that holds your soul has dispersed. However, I have a compromise here, and I have to ask you two."

An Xuyang stared at Wei Yuan with a pleading look on his face.

Wei Yuan looked at the Fairy in the Painting and An Xuyang, first looking at the Fairy in the Painting, and asked:

"Are you willing to give up the long life of the spirit and die with him?"

"From now on, I will give up my foundation and become just an ordinary mortal. I will get sick, feel sleepy, hungry, and tired."

The Fairy in the Painting nodded and agreed without hesitation:

"Of course."

Wei Yuan smiled, then looked at An Xuyang and asked: "Then, Mr. An, I see that you are in good health and can probably live to more than 80 years. If the Fairy in the Painting and the True Spirit are connected to your soul, I am afraid that you will only live for more than ten years at most. Are you willing to give up ten years of life and die with her?"

An Xuyang nodded heavily, almost as if he was afraid that this was a dream.

Wei Yuan looked at the man and the spirit, raised his hand and cast a talisman, which consumed the foundation of the fairy in the painting and the life span of An Xuyang. The talisman slowly became complete, and the talisman split into two with a flick of his sleeve, flying into the eyebrows of An Xuyang and the fairy in the painting. An Xuyang only felt a little weak, and then the woman in red lost her decades-old appearance, and her face was surrounded by a circle. Her black hair turned gray, and she stood next to An Xuyang without any sense of disobedience.

Wei Yuan retracted his fingers.

The fairy in the painting was in turmoil, and was distracted by this method that almost violated life and death to a certain extent.

She summoned her courage and asked, "Master, aren't you here to slay demons and exorcise evil spirits?"

The young museum owner was surprised, and then smiled softly:

"This is also, slaying demons and exorcising evil spirits."

He said, "When I left last time, I said I wished you two a happy golden wedding, but I got the time wrong. There are still ten years left, so just consider it my blessing in advance."

He turned and left when An Xuyang tightly grasped the hand of the fairy in the painting.

When he stepped out of the yard, he saw the book recording the gifts. A mysterious feeling made Wei Yuan pause slightly, pondered for a moment, then picked up the pen, followed the excitement in his heart, responded to the traces of heaven and earth, and added a sentence at the end, like completing the last stroke when drawing a talisman, and the qi was smooth.

It turned out that this was also a talisman.

Wei Yuan seemed to have realized something, and knew that this was not only a talisman, but also a proverb that could be turned into a proverb.

He looked at what he had written and turned and left.

The illusion suddenly dissipated when he walked out of the yard. An Xuyang turned his head and saw that the old lady who was originally a trick was still standing there. It was real. He stood up suddenly and ran a few steps to her. He was too embarrassed to speak. The old lady reached out and patted the dirt on his clothes. Her eyes were slightly red and she whispered:

"It's just a painting. Why are you in a hurry?"

"Yes, yes, it's just a painting."

At this time, a child holding candy lowered his head and saw a line of words in a plain tone on the book recording the gifts - 'Fifteen years of marriage, Quanzhou Wei Yuan'

He blinked, and the line of words disappeared strangely again, as if it was just his illusion.

Wei Yuan walked out step by step, with joy and sobs behind him that suppressed the pressure and worries of the past.

A real monk said that he wanted to save all sentient beings.

But there is no sentient being to save.

It is the sentient beings who save themselves.

Fifteen years of living together, and finally die together.

By the bank of the Forgotten River, I rest with you forever; in the mud, I entangle your hair.

......

In the distant mountains, far away from the human world, the beasts that only existed in the past roared to the ground, the mythical beasts flew across the sky, and the winged tigers roared in a low voice.

Sitting quietly, Wu Yu opened his eyes and changed into the clothes of a wizard.

He took out the solemn, strange but sacred bronze mask.

The ritual was about to begin.