Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 174: The mourner in sackcloth

The funeral is in mourning, and the mourners are in mourning.

Except for the God of Death and the God of Flowing Clouds who were separated into two places, the God of Pi Ma and the God of Diaoke were gathered together because they were relatively close to each other.

Faced with the reunion of the two secular gods, the authorities also mobilized their greatest force at present to deal with it.

As soon as Zhang Jiling from Longhu Mountain got off the plane, he was brought here.

Arriving at the same time as him was a man wearing a loose gown with delicate cloud patterns embroidered on the lapels, his sleeves casually rolled up, and a huge scroll on his back.

"Demon Painter! I didn't expect this person to come."

Zhang Jiling turned his head and saw that the other party had just got out of the car.

The two looked at each other, and Xu Shu nodded at him gently.

"Zhang Jiling from Longhu Mountain, I've heard of your name."

There is a sense of elegance and humility in Xu Shu's brows, and his voice is gentle, sounding like a spring breeze to the ears.

The worldly divine craftsman - the demon painter Xu Shu.

As a mortal who accidentally entered the human world while passing through, Xu Shu was invited to join the official team. Now he has heard of some geniuses in the human world.

Zhang Jiling bowed respectfully to Xu Shu as a junior, and said, "I am a junior with limited knowledge and talent, so please take care of me later, Mr. Xu."

Xu Shu smiled when he heard this and said: "I am just a craftsman, not much older than you, there is no need to be modest, let's just sharpen each other's teeth."

As a secular master craftsman recruited by the government, his status is naturally needless to say. The government specially built a courtyard for Xu Shu in the present world that is exactly the same as the one he had in the secular world, just to make Xu Shu feel at ease.

Although Zhang Jiling is the descendant of the Heavenly Master of Mount Longhu, Xu Shu is still given more official attention.

The painter of demons can make spirits fall to the ground with his brush and trap them in mountains and seas.

According to worldly legends, this scroll was painted by the first generation of demon painters. When people enter it, they will be no different from the outside world. Even the demon god Bai Ze was once sealed.

It can be said that he has refined the art of painting to perfection.

After Xu Shu talked with Zhang Jiling for a while, someone came and took them to the place where the two secular gods met.

It was the junction of two schools, and a ruined ancient temple rose from the ground.

Outside the temple, a group of bald monks sat cross-legged on the ground, chanting scriptures. The golden words transformed into phantoms that floated into the air and formed an invisible barrier.

In the center of the barrier, two tall secular gods quietly looked at the people surrounding them.

The reason why they did not attack immediately was to accumulate strength and break through the barrier in one fell swoop.

God of Pima.

The mourner god.

The sackcloth-covered god looks no different from a human, except that he is dressed in sackcloth, wears a bamboo hat, and has a thick cloth wrapped around his face, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

The mourner god is also in human form, wearing white mourning clothes and a hat more than two feet high. He has a pale face covered with a green beard, a hemp braid around his waist, and a bloody rope around his neck.

Compared with the God of Sangmen and the God of Liuxia, these two are more like humans.

But these two are even less popular in the secular world than the other two gods.

The reason for this is that the evil spread by the mourners and the mourners is not directed at the person concerned, but instead at his relatives and family members.

The ancients often said, "Misfortunes don't affect one's family."

However, these two chose to follow this despised and hated path, causing people to lose relatives, lose money and suffer illness.

This is also the reason why the official and other forces did not dare to attack rashly.

They can disregard their own life and death, but they don't want to harm their families.

As soon as Xu Shu and Zhang Jiling arrived here, they felt that everyone was surrounded by a sad atmosphere. "Let everyone leave." Zhang Jiling frowned and ordered the people behind him.

Needless to say, after the two men arrived, the leader who was in charge of fighting against the two gods, Pi Ma Diaoke, had already quickly contacted the people on standby in the front to evacuate.

There’s no way, who doesn’t have elderly people and children in their family?

Facing these two secular gods, they were so nervous that they were terrified of being harmed.

The power of the secular gods is not something they can resist, so let them leave it to someone who can truly solve this problem!
Zhang Jiling finally breathed a sigh of relief after everyone had left.

Xu Shu beside him laughed and said, "Master Zhang, aren't you afraid that it will bring disaster to your family?"

"My father is the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain. They can't harm me. Besides, they don't have the ability to influence me."

Zhang Jiling raised his head, his eyes were calm and determined, revealing an irresistible confidence.

Then he turned his head to look at Xu Shu: "Is Xu Gong afraid?"

Xu Shu smiled bitterly when he heard this: "I am destined to be alone. My parents are long gone. I am completely alone."

As he spoke, Xu Shu had already sat down on the ground and took out the scroll he was carrying on his back.

Unfolding the scroll, you can see a half-finished painting on it, with mountains and water complementing each other. The clouds and mist composed of ink and white space are lingering around the mountains. The lines are of varying thickness and depth, and it seems as if you can hear the sounds of gurgling streams and the roars of animals and the chirping of insects.

Just half a painting brings the spirit to life.

Use the spirit as the pen, the gods as the ink, the mountains and rivers as the scroll, and paint all the monsters and evil spirits in the world.

The demon painter only paints one picture in his life, but there are thousands of paintings in that picture.

Xu Shu raised his hand slightly, the breeze sang, his mind came to mind, and a brush appeared in his hand.

Although there was no ink on the pen tip, there was a ray of starlight on the tip.

In Zhang Jiling's eyes, Xu Shu at this moment was like a god emitting a bright light. Mountains and rivers were at his feet, and every time he drew with his magical pen, a life was born.

The enlightenment realm of the human race possesses the same power as that of an ordinary god. And they are not the kind of ordinary gods that grow up with incense and offerings, but people who truly possess the power like gods. In the eyes of worldly people, such people are called human immortals.

However, it is too difficult to advance to the Enlightenment Realm. Even Zhang Jiling is currently stuck at the peak of the Summoning Gods Realm.

But Xu Shu is a divine craftsman, could he be that human immortal?
Zhang Jiling couldn't see through the opponent's strength, so he could only shrug his shoulders and slowly walk towards the two secular gods, the mourners in sackcloth.

As he walked, mysterious magic arrays began to appear under his feet. These magic arrays took on the power of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements. Lightning flashed in the center and crackling sounds continued to be heard.

The movement of the two people naturally attracted the attention of the mourners in sackcloth.

The eyes under the hemp-covered god's hat glowed white as he looked at Zhang Jiling who was walking slowly towards him.

In an instant, Zhang Jiling's steps forward seemed to be blocked by some force and he could no longer move forward.

At the same time, the Hanging God flew out from the two-foot white hat on his head and covered Zhang Jiling.

The god in sackcloth is in charge of the five major ways of mourning, wearing sackcloth, severing ties, tucking the head, and showing grief.

Anyone who is destined to wear hemp cloth will suffer from hemp-covered evil spirit every day. He will have shallow relationships with relatives and will die young.

Zhang Jiling vaguely felt that there was a thread wrapped around his palm, invading towards the family palace in his horoscope.

He immediately had a bad premonition, and an invisible flying sword flew out from the sky between his eyebrows. He slashed at the line without hesitation. Only after the line was cut did the warning in his heart slowly subside.

"I almost got into trouble!"

Zhang Jiling looked at the root of the thread, which was held in the hands of the Hemp-Pi God.

He was not afraid that he would be entangled by the hemp cloth. Even if he was entangled, his father, the old Taoist priest, would probably cut him off in an instant.

But by then, he would have lost all his face in Longhu Mountain.

(End of this chapter)