Under the influence of Huangliang Pillow, Zhou Shi can freely control his dreams, and the screams of calligraphy and painting cannot hurt him at all.
But after all, he was kind-hearted and did not continue with the disgusting imagination. Instead, he let the scene freeze at a very dangerous stage.
"Have you shouted enough? If you shout again, I will continue."
"Don't! Don't!"
The calligraphy and painting who is good at creating nightmares actually begs for mercy!
With a thought, Zhou Shi waved away the smelly dream, leaving the calligraphy and painting still stained with blood fixed in the pure white dream.
"Who are you, and why do you want to disturb people's peace? Seriously, otherwise you can just go back to where you were and take a shower."
"Don't! I said, said..."
The calligraphy and painting lowered their heads to admit their mistakes, but Zhou Shi's attention was focused on the door connecting other dreams not far away.
"Well, I can enter the dreams of people who are forcibly dragged to sleep by Huang Liang Zhen, but the impact on other people's dreams is limited. This calligraphy and painting can break into and transform other people's dreams. In this regard, it is worse than Huang Liang Zhen. Liang Zhen is still powerful... No, at least in my home court, its ability to transform dreams is far inferior to mine..."
It is precisely because calligraphy and painting actively broke into his dream that he was controlled by him like he is now. And that door is the entrance to the "consciousness" of calligraphy and painting.
But that door was very different from the ones Zhou Shi had seen before. It was made entirely of decayed materials and exuded an ominous aura.
"Is it the consciousness of the resentful spirit? Mr. Mo said that the resentful spirit is good at falling into dreams... It seems that Huang Liangzhen can do amazing things when dealing with the resentful spirit..."
At this time, a smell of rice penetrated Zhou Shi's nose, and he knew that this was a sign that the dream was about to end.
He waved, held the calligraphy and painting in his hand, and said with a smile: "When you get out, just wait for my orders and don't scare anyone, otherwise I will make your dream come true in reality."
After the threat was over, he threw the calligraphy and painting towards the rotten door, and quickly fell back to his real body.
As soon as he woke up, he felt a burning sensation on his face - Wang Yinchang blocked his mouth and nose with a steamed bun, making it almost impossible for him to breathe!
"Wake up, wake up..." He quickly reached out and pushed it away.
Wang Yinchang took away the steamed bun, seemed to be relieved, and said: "You just slept to death on the ground, I thought..."
Zhou Shi calmly hid the yellow beam pillow behind his back, cleared his throat and said: "Ahem, this thing is really difficult to deal with, but I know it with emotion and reason, and finally subdued it." p>
Wang Yinchang looked at the strange calligraphy and paintings that fell to the ground, took two steps back unconsciously, and said, "Is there really a ghost up here?"
"You can't say it's a ghost...Forget it, there's still one last step to go. Please go out and wait for news from me."
When Shopkeeper Zhou, whom he has known for a long time, said that he could exorcise ghosts, Wang Yinchang didn't quite believe it. This was a strange object that gave him nightmares and could even move on its own, making him afraid to return home!
He originally planned to spend a lot of money to invite eminent monks to come here to chant sutras for seven days to ward off evil spirits, then conduct water and land rituals, and open an altar to preach...
Until just now he saw Zhou Shi sleeping soundly next to this strange object, and said lightly that he had subdued it!
Can it be solved after a sleep? What kind of sideways exorcism gate is this?
However, seeing Zhou Shi's relaxed face with lingering sleepiness, Wang Yinchang was impressed by his confidence and turned around to wait at the door.
Zhou Shi stretched out, picked up the calligraphy and painting, and found that the pictures and words on it had returned to normal. There was no blood pool purgatory that Wang Yinchang said.
He whispered: "Are you coming out on your own, or should I drag you out?"
No response.
Is this guy so courageous? No, I left in a hurry just now and didn’t discuss it with it... maybe it’s because it can’t leave the items it’s attached to?
Zhou Shi took out Hu Gongzun and carefully put a few drops of Yin wine on the screen.
The yin energy rose, and between his ferocious grimace that had some familiarity, a faint shadow slowly stood up.
It was a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old. Although his face was slightly distorted, it was not serious and it seemed that he had not completely turned into a wraith.
He cupped his hands and said tremblingly: "I'm Cai Youlin."
Zhou Shi picked up the most expensive-looking chair in the room and sat down, and asked: "Why do you refuse to enter reincarnation and disturb living people in the world of heaven?"
"Sir - no, sir, don't blame me, I can't help it..."
Cai Youlin told his story.
He was born in southern Fujian. He was smart and eager to learn since he was a child, and he was especially good at handwriting. It was a pity that he had been poor for ten years, but he failed every year and became an old boy. He could only make a living by copying and writing letters to others.<
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When he was thirty years old, a man paid him a lot of money to copy a piece of calligraphy. He thought it was just an ordinary business, but he didn't expect that the employer was so impressed after seeing the finished product that he immediately invited him to make a fake.<
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Poverty made it difficult for him to resist the temptation of remuneration, and he quickly devoted himself to the study of imitation paintings. Three years later, the masterpieces he imitated were indistinguishable from the originals, reaching the point where they were almost real. His employer took advantage of him
The imitations are aged and then sold as genuine.
Among all the fakes, the ones he imitated the most were Yuan Yongsheng's landscape poems. His employer did not know where he got many imitations of Yuan Yongsheng's original works, and he made fakes based on the imitations. Because Yuan Yongsheng was born in troubled times, his works
There are many people living among the people, and it is difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake, so it is easier to get rid of the fakes.
And while he was copying day after day, he was slowly improving his calligraphy and painting skills. Unknowingly, he worshiped Yuan Yongsheng more and more, who was known as the "two masters of calligraphy and painting". He used fake products to destroy Yuan Yongsheng.
His actions to gain fame also made him feel guilty.
After working with the employer for ten years, the employer sent an unprecedented order - to make replicas of Yuan Yongsheng's works.
At this time, his conscience had been tortured to the extreme. On the one hand, he did not want to engage in the counterfeiting business anymore. He regarded Yuan Yongsheng as the master who guided him to study calligraphy and painting skills, and believed that this was an act of bullying his master and destroying his ancestors; on the other hand, he
, the power behind his employer is unfathomable, and he dare not disobey.
Moreover, he really wanted to see Yuan Yongsheng's legacy.
Soon, the employer sent imitations as usual, but this imitation made him extremely disappointed - when he admired it, he didn't feel the same shock as before. It seemed that the quality of this imitation was not high.
, far below him.
Even so, he still used great seriousness to carefully figure out every stroke on the imitation and the intention of every frustration, and used his own methods to improve it, thereby completing a fake with higher quality than the imitation. p>
It was done, and this was his most satisfying imitation. At the same time, he sadly thought that no matter how perfect it was, it was still a fake.
After the employer came to inspect the goods, he did not take out the promised huge reward, but instead took out a sharp knife.
Unprecedented fakes, of course, must never be seen again.
The employer looked at his partner who had been working together for ten years, and revealed his identity either out of pity or ridicule - he was the eunuch in charge of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the current dynasty. And the "imitation" that had been handed over to Cai Youlin,
All are authentic works stolen from the palace.
An authentic work is exchanged for a fake. The original is sent back and the fake is sold. This is how the great eunuch makes a fortune.
Before Cai Youlin died, he had only one thought: It would be great if what he wrote was authentic. But that was not resentment, but a wish, so he did not turn into a completely resentful spirit.
A few drops of his blood splashed on the imitation, allowing a trace of his soul to cling to it.
Hearing this, Zhou Zhi sighed and said dissatisfiedly: "You haven't answered my question yet. Why do you want to create nightmares to scare people?"