Guo Shouqing looked at the collapsed incense burner and was shocked. "It’s a deity!"

Her look was transient and dignified. "Wang, a captain is very important. Please let the sergeant disperse some things. The less people you know, the better."
Wang Xuan face calm to mo Huai idle nodded slightly.
"They all set up camp on the spot to explore around!"
Don’t be idle and get the message. Command the government soldiers to search for relics immediately.
They are all child prodigies, and it’s better to stay away from this small body that affects the luck of the Great Yan State in Anjun Yong.
The back hall was quiet soon. Guo Shouqing first lit an ofuda’s eyes and looked around before looking at Mrs. Bai’s head. "The hidden mountain Sect secretly worshipped Shan Gui, but it has been abandoned for hundreds of years. If you are a mountain god, how can you stay fascinated?"
Mrs. Bai looked at Guo Shouqing and gave me a strange smile. "You know a lot, but you guessed wrong. I’m not Shan Gui who took out the painting."
Guo Shouqing’s eyes jumped to the back wall of the Shan Gui stone statue with a clot. First, he knocked a few times, and then he waved his hand. Suddenly, the gravel splashed and there was a long dark box.
There is a ebony box engraved with various spells. After such a long time, it is still smooth and smooth, and there is no silk decay.
"Lightning wutong wood …"
Guo Shouqing’s eyebrows slightly wrinkled and took out a picture scroll after hitting the wooden box.
Slowly spreading the painting is a white female tree, boulder, leisurely playing the piano, falling in love, colorful temperament, gentle and moving, and unexpectedly looks very similar to the three-eyed banshee
Wang Xuan and Guo Shouqing looked at each other completely confused.
"Hee hee …"
See three-eyed banshee eyebrows suddenly a Yin Yan flew out and fell into the painting, and the whole painting immediately became clever and extraordinary.
Wang Xuan had the illusion that the woman in the painting looked up and smiled at herself.
"It’s soul painting!"
Guo Shouqing frowned at Wang Xuan and said, "This is the painter’s secret technique, which can seal the ghost in the painting, seal the evil way, drive the painting soul to harm people’s lives …"
Just then, the picture scroll suddenly buzzed and vibrated, and the white woman in the painting floated out and looked at the two of them. First, she sighed and shook her head. "All kinds of calculations are all right. Now I have a wisp of ghost left. Please ask me if you have anything."
Wang Xuan’s eyes were fixed. "Who are you?"
He could feel that the banshee’s breath suddenly weakened after she entered the portrait. Although she was still strong, she could easily slay Guo Shouqing without the theory of form.
The white woman looked around the hall with a nostalgic look in her eyes.
"My origin is also strange."
"Many years ago, I was a demon in the mountains. Because of my perennial practice, I occasionally helped my brother who was in trouble. After his death, he was suppressed by their mountain gods and the Zongmen array was gradually diluted by incense."
"The last patriarch entered the court to marry the White House wife, and the couple’s love for the clan flourished. However, after the wife’s death, the patriarch’s madness and thoughts moved, and the painter secretly asked the painter to display the art of painting the soul to converge. The lady’s residual soul was hidden in the gods and wanted to fill the gap by sealing the gods …"
"What nonsense!"
Guo Shouqing frowned when he heard this. "Being in a trance contains the secrets of heaven and earth, and even if you cultivate a fairy, you can’t escape life and death. I have never heard of anyone who can resurrect the ghost."
White woman smiled and ignored to continue to tell.
"When I woke up, I was already fighting and killing the sky outside, but it was a pity that I was still weak and dared to lurk in the dark. After 200 years, this ancient battlefield was formed. Although it was safe to stay here, it could not escape the lightning strike, so that my soul could stay away from the road of seeking life."
Said the twist a head to Wang Xuan corners of the mouth is full of strange smile.
"My soul painter has some memories of Mrs. Bai and some memories of Shan Gui, but it’s not them. What do you think I am?"
Wang Xuan and Guo Shouqing are all shocked when they listen to the bizarre origin of painting the soul.
Guo Shouqing shook his head slightly for a long time. "Even if we are mortals, we can only fly between heaven and earth. You can see all the mysteries of this world, and your origin is extraordinary …"
After that, his eyes looked dignified and said, "These are all so-called. Let me ask you, do you know the magic of closing mountains?"
Chapter one hundred and forty-one There is a mystery in the past, and the painting soul is collected in the month.
"The magic of closing mountains?"