What did that monk go through to be able to imagine such a terrifying 'infinite hell'?!
"All living beings are Buddhas, and Buddhas are rubble..." Wu Daoxuan murmured. In such a world of despair and no support, he tried to find some support. He casually grabbed a writing brush and wrote It was dark underfoot, and there were countless lifelike human figures sketched on them——
In fantasy.
The clouds trembled, and streaks of colorful light converged in Wu Daoxuan's brushstrokes. Fuzzy figures flowed out from his brushstrokes, endowed with some unparalleled divinity and spirituality. Within this illusion, they instantly grew into a series of powerful spirits of heaven and earth. !
All the powerful spirits of heaven and earth, or making tea and listening to the piano among the rivers and valleys;
Or play chess under the old trees and wild willows;
Or drive a horse across the sky, or drive a dragon to gallop across the rivers and seas!
The rich spirituality molded the divine charm that fell from the sky, and then connected with the corpses in the hell phases transformed by Jianzhen, turning them from death to life, and turning them into gods!
The "hell phase" that Jianzhen evolved was actually the various experiences he had after his contact with ghosts and Buddhas.
The horror, nothingness and despair revealed in all these experiences inspired Wu Daoxuan's endless inspiration. Those gods paraded among the clouds and flew in the mist, suddenly turning this illusion into a fairy cave. !
Su Wu felt the charm of heaven and man intertwined here, and his face was full of smiles.
Ji Xingzhou, on the other hand, was filled with horror - after a cursory glance, he discovered that Wu Daoxuan had copied dozens of the charms of heaven and humans.
Among them, he could not guess the level of the tyrannical ones, and he felt uncertain and did not dare to use it to create human armor. However, the weaker ones, after being transformed into armors, could also imprison the ferocious level that Su Wu said. Creepy levels.
If those slightly stronger imitation spirits were transformed into armor, they would definitely be at the level of ghost kings!
Ji Xingzhou was shocked and turned around to look at Su Wu. He saw that Su Wu looked satisfied, but he seemed to have expected this situation: "You come from later generations, should you know the origin of this painting?"
Su Wu smiled and nodded: "I never thought that the Painting Saints would be the first to copy this scroll.
This painting should be the "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" - today is different from the past, or it may be more appropriate to call it the "Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll"."
"Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll...
There are eighty-eight gods on the Immortal Scroll, which can be copied in eighty-eight kinds and made into eighty-eight kinds of human armor?" Ji Xingzhou was even more horrified!
"That's right." Su Wu responded with a satisfied expression. He raised his eyes to look at the imitating gods living among the clouds and mist, and saw Wu Daoxuan's thoughts on the 'Queen Mother of the West', 'Tai Shang Lao Jun', and 'Dragon Lord of the Four Seas'. ' and many other depictions of gods.
These many prototypes of gods are by no means what Wu Daozi depicts today. For example, the "Queen Mother of the West" with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the "Tai Shang Laojun" with an immortal air and Taoist spirit are far from their true prototypes, but Wu Daoxuan It expresses inner fantasies about various gods, but makes them possess a certain spirituality that those 'real gods' do not possess!
This kind of spirituality supports Wu Daoxuan's inner world, enabling him to fight against and break through the "eternal hell" evolved by Jianzhen!
This outpouring of spirituality makes the so-called "copying the charm of painting" truly become "copying the spirit of painting"!
"I finally have a clearer understanding of Wu Daozi's talent today.
With his talent of 'finishing the finishing touch', no one can replace him in the Tao of painting." Ji Xingzhou praised repeatedly, and suddenly had many expectations for the future, "I wonder if there will be anyone who can surpass the Tao of poetry and calligraphy in the future.
, can it be comparable to it?”
"There will definitely be."
Thinking of Li Bai, Du Fu, Huai Su and others after that, Su Wu answered Ji Xingzhou's question with a calm expression.
Ji Xingzhou raised his head and looked around at the many spiritual gods all over the sky, and said: "The three most powerful imitation gods among them, I am worried that I cannot fully integrate them into the human armor, and exert these three imitation gods."
What do you think of it, how about you preside over these three rituals of imitating the gods and refining human armor, and someone is there to help you?"
He calls the three most powerful imitation gods, namely the 'Queen Mother of the West', 'Tai Shang Laojun' and 'Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva'.
"Okay." Su Wu agreed.
There are clouds and mist all around, and the spiritual light emitted by the imitating gods makes the clouds colorful and colorful, making this place like a fairy palace in heaven.
At this time, Ji Xingzhou carefully counted the imitation gods in Zhoutian, and said with a puzzled expression: "There are eighty-seven imitation gods here, why are they called the 'Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll'?"
Where is the eighty-eighth imitation god?"
Su Wu did not respond to his question.
He concentrated his mind again and counted the many imitating gods again.
After counting this time, it seems that there are eighty-eight imitation gods in the sky, which are exactly as Su Wu said - but Ji Xingzhou is not a fool who can't count. His mental cultivation is far beyond the comparison of ordinary people, and he has been able to see it for a long time.
Don’t forget, if you have three things in mind, how could you have miscounted the number of gods you copied before?
Ji Xingzhou was startled and doubtful, and felt that something was wrong with the current situation, so he counted the many imitating gods again.
This time, he only counted eighty-seven imitation gods.
——He immediately understood that this situation was unusual, and cast his inquiring gaze on Su Wu. Su Wu responded to him at this time: "The eighty-eighth imitation god, on the scroll, can be called
The 'blank' should be in the secret of heaven, and should be called 'Yisu', or 'Xuanbian'."
"How can this 'immortal of metamorphosis' be used to achieve the creation of human armor?
There are eighty-seven imitation gods here. I can't remember them with my mind. How can I collect them?" Ji Xingzhou said with a frown.
Su Wu shook his head and did not respond to Ji Xingzhou's question.
The dark and yellow charm suddenly drooped from his head, and in a moment, it condensed into the "Yellow Sky Decree", hanging high in the center of this cloudy and misty illusion!
With the "Huang Tian Fa Decree", all the illusions collapsed in an instant. Wu Daozi's spirit had just escaped from the endless hell. He just regained consciousness for a moment and then returned directly to his body. He didn't know what happened after that - but when the illusion was broken, the mysterious world
Within the gap, Huang Tian's decree suddenly flipped over, facing the eighty-seven imitating gods!
The eighty-seven imitating gods are still singing and dancing in the virtual space, playing chess and drinking wine. However, among these eighty-seven imitating gods, even Ji Xingzhou was only slightly aware of the seemingly non-existent 'Xuanbian Yishu'.
The Xuanhuang decree has been collected!
Boom!
The rolling divine charm suddenly spread into this dark gap and tore this dark gap into pieces!
Before that, Su Wu had already led Ji Xingzhou out of this gap!
Ji Xingzhou turned around and looked back, and saw that the eighty-seven imitating gods were directly strangled to pieces by Tianli Shenyun, and his face was filled with regret for a moment!
When he looked back, he and Su Wu had returned to the thatched cottage in the backyard of the library.