Chapter 13 The Immortals in the Paintings of the Taixu Realm
The sky is rolling, the lotus flowers are blooming, and the blue clouds and mist cover the sky step by step as Milo continues to advance.
Milo, who was sitting in the chariot, looked at the two paintings in front of him.
One is naturally a picture of Huangya Mountain, and the other is of a young man.
The person who depicted the young man used a lot of pen and ink, and almost all the details on his body were sketched out. When constructing his shape, he also depicted his spirit.
It was obviously an ink painting, but it gave Milo the feeling of looking at a photo. Through the scroll, he could clearly see the other person's face and clothes, and sense the other person's clothes and emotions.
Milo saw many traces of the Miaoyou Sect and thought that this person was Yun Changkong's disciple Yun Yangqing.
Milo took the chain and placed it in front of the scroll, and something wonderful happened.
Little auras of light emerged from the chains, matching the scroll and seeming to blend into it.
But on the scroll, there is another light blooming, preventing the two from being compatible.
'It seems real and illusory, and the fake becomes real. Even with the incomplete accompanying treasure, it is impossible to distinguish the real from the fake. The method of this painting sage is truly remarkable.'
With emotion in his heart, Milo put the scroll away and looked at the Huangya Mountain scenery. Although more and more people in the outside world were defeated by Milo in this picture, the distant scenery gradually became clearer.
Similarly, the area covered by the blue clouds and mist surrounding Milo's chariot also expanded by three points.
This also caused the residents in the city to see the approaching blue clouds before Milo entered the capital.
Feeling the clouds getting closer and closer, Taoist Long Ming also changed his expression, and more and more chains grew around him, layer upon layer, wrapping around the Grand Master.
"Your Majesty Zhongzong, the method you are learning is the method used by the Painting Saint to repair the universe. Everything you learn and use is the Painting Saint's path. If you cannot see through the truth and falsehood, you cannot win me."
The Grand Master's position changes and he can use some wall-penetrating techniques, earth-walking techniques, escape techniques and body-holding techniques anytime and anywhere.
It's obviously just some simple magic techniques, but in the hands of the great master, they turn into magic and perform all kinds of wonderful effects.
The wall-penetrating technique can shuttle among the black feather army, the earth-moving technique ignores the energy of the forbidden army, the escape technique allows chains to pass through the body, and the final body-holding technique directly immobilizes the surrounding vitality.
Taoist Long Ming slowly retracted the chain and looked at the Grand Master.
"As far as Buddhism is concerned, when we seek the Tao in paintings, the principles we seek are not real. Even if we clearly understand the principles of the Dharma and cultivate supernatural powers, we are still trapped in the path of form and emptiness, and are derived from the demonic obstacles of the spiritual platform! It is not the right path, but an evil method.
However, as far as we are concerned, this heaven and earth are real and not false. We use this as our foundation, so why can't we achieve enlightenment?"
After saying that, Taoist Long Ming took a step forward, followed by chains.
At the same time, there was also a turbid black air with a slight green light in the void, which was winding towards the Grand Master along the chain.
What's interesting is that this black energy, after spreading along the chain for a certain distance, rolled out and spread, but turned into a sky full of rays of auspicious energy, covering all directions and enveloping the Grand Master.
"You actually..."
The Grand Master's eyes widened, and he didn't even have time to finish his words. He pointed at the void, and layers of pure air emerged, turning into an acre of bright clouds. Three green lotuses on it opened and closed, and slowly rotated to resist the auspicious glow of the glow.
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Unexpectedly, as soon as the two came into contact, black spots appeared on the lotus flower, and the pure air became filthy. The great master also had many stains on his body.
The great monk in front of the Western mural stood up and wanted to go to help, but he was entangled by the concubines and goddesses. They turned into Yaksha demons and hugged the monk tightly, trying to make him sink.
At the same time, the woman who went north to look for the ruins of the underworld also saw the scene in hell.
It was another desolate world, filled with red and yellow land, a thin blood-colored mist floating in the air, and the rain falling from the sky was not nectar, but dots of bright red liquid with a fishy odor.
And the earth is not all soil, most of it is made up of broken limbs and some corrupted flesh and blood.
In the hell, there is only one person, wearing white clothes, his body is covered with chains and scars, blood is constantly flowing out, mixed with the turbid liquid on the earth, and he is drawing outlines on a picture scroll.
"Painting Saint?"
The woman looked at the man. She was so frightened that she almost lost the ability to move. She screamed instinctively, and then retreated violently, trying to leave the "hell".
Chains protruded out one by one, and black energy similar to that around Taoist Long Ming surged out and entangled the woman.
Black shadows flew out from under the woman's sleeves, and her whole body shriveled up instantly like a deflated balloon.
"go!"
A sharp sound sounded, and the woman's skin turned into a white light, wrapping the painting saint and turning it into a furry little fox.
This is the method of skin painting, which is performed on the skin of living beings. It is unpredictable, quite mysterious, and unexpected. It can even temporarily transform a monk who is one level above himself into another appearance.
This is also the basis for women to dominate the world for many years.
"Aren't you curious why it is necessary to devour the human heart when practicing the method of painting skin?"
The little fox's body elongated and returned to the appearance of a painting saint. He waved the brush in his hand towards the void, instantly forcing the woman who had turned into a black shadow out, and then clicked it, crushing the woman as if it was stained with ink.
The painting sage thought to himself: "Practicing the method of painting skin in the painting is not to cultivate yourself into the elf in the painting. When the spirituality in the painting is lacking, how can you maintain your own spirituality without devouring the human heart? As far as I am concerned, you are the best.
Suitable dye."
As he said that, the Painting Saint drew two more strokes in the direction of the capital. Taoist Long Ming was even more imposing and drew two strokes in the direction of the western wall. Together with the connection between this place and the wall, more blood was blended into it.
The old monk in front of the Western painting wall has been embraced by endless Yaksha evil spirits.
The resentment of these creatures in the illusory territory merged with each other and turned into a huge flesh ball, tightly binding the old monk in it.
He reluctantly clasped his hands together and whispered: "Amitabha!"
As the sound rang out, rays of golden light emerged from the old monk's body, piercing the flesh ball surrounding him, instantly breaking through the boundary between reality and reality, and shining towards the inside and outside of the painting.
For a time, wherever the golden light passed, strange fragrance descended from the sky, golden lotuses surged from the ground, and mist filled the ground. Sanskrit and Zen chants came from all directions, and countless evil yaksha ghosts returned to their original appearance.
But their expressions did not show any joy, but numbness and pain. They looked at the old monk and moved their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out.
These dead souls just dispersed the Buddha's light that fell on them, watching the light that could warm their souls fall into the blood, purifying the filth, and then watching the purified place quickly return to its filthy appearance.
The Painting Saint looked at the scene in front of him, swung his brush, and absorbed some of the golden light that had not yet fallen into the brush. Looking at the little gold powder on the tip of the brush, he shook his head and said: "The effect is three points weaker!"
After saying that, he lowered his head to look at the battle in the capital, sketched two more strokes, looked at the Grand Master who was surrendered by Long Ming, and turned to look in the direction of Milo.
On the scroll of the painting saint, wherever Milo passes, the ink marks on the painting will fade a little, and some characters and images will have one or two more ink marks, making their images a bit weird.
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The painting master stretched out his hand to repair it, and saw a blue stain gradually spreading, contaminating the painting.
He raised his pen and sketched downwards, and saw another sound coming from the direction of the capital, but a branch appeared in the painting at some point.
The branch lightly scratched and tore a hole in the painting paper. The painting saint was furious. He looked at the painting. Taoist Long Ming, who was holding the branch, looked up at him and swiped his pen with the intention of erasing it.
But Taoist Longming, who was surrounded by chains and protected by branches, was actually in the painting, fighting with the painting saint.
Due to such changes, when Milo came to the capital, he saw that a hole had opened in the sky above the capital, and countless blood and red mist were spreading in all directions with the capital as the center.
A Taoist wearing a luxurious purple robe with dragon patterns is fighting against invisible things.