When Song Changle heard this, he was shocked and asked in disbelief: "Then...is that the senior painter?"
"That's right." Chuxue nodded and said, "I've only met him once."
The painter turned around and glanced at everyone. Everyone suddenly felt relaxed and the beards that bound them had disappeared.
Jiang Xiaoyu already understood that the person next to him must be an expert from the Beast Control Sect, and at this moment, he was beside him. Jiang Xiaoyu was a little frustrated. It was obvious that he had just stepped out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's mouth again!
As soon as he thought about it, the spine-swallowing beast immediately closed its mouth and walked towards Jiang Xiaoyu step by step. By doing this, Jiang Xiaoyu also had a backup plan for the immediate danger.
However, the painter didn't pay attention.
He carefully looked at the ring on Jiang Xiaoyu's thumb, and then said slowly: "Who gave you this?"
"It's... an old man..."
"Well, that's good!"
The painter nodded and then let go of his hand.
Without the involvement of the spine-swallowing beast, Changxu suddenly felt that the pressure on his body was much lighter. Although he obviously knew that he was no match for the person in front of him, his proud status as a great leader of the righteousness did not allow him to retreat in the slightest.
The painter seemed to feel Chang Xu's hostility. He raised his head, his eyes as calm as water.
"Little monk, do you want to fight with me?"
The long-bearded hand held the boning knife tightly and said loudly: "Since you are a member of the Beast Control Sect, you are our enemy. Your methods are indeed great, but the Buddhist mentality of Amitabha Temple is not a vegetarian!"
"Forget it, after all these years, I have long lost the desire to compete and win. I think it's not easy for you to practice, so you'd better not be too entangled."
The painter turned sideways and said to Jiang Xiaoyu: "Kid, you come with me."
"Follow you?" Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly turned as ugly as a bitter gourd and said, "This...isn't this bad?"
"There's nothing wrong with it. Since the cook gave you this ring, it means that he still thinks highly of you. The cook has always had a good taste."
Jiang Xiaoyu's head was almost turned into paste by him. Now he was a painter, and now he was a cook. It was so confusing.
Jiang Xiaoyu waited for a while, then looked at the painter with an innocent face and explained: "The person who gave me the ring is an old man, not the cook you mentioned, right?"
"Can't the cook be an old man?" The painter's words were softer and he said: "The cook will tinker with things to satisfy the appetite of the people throughout his life, but don't tell me, the taste is indeed very special."
"I remember back then, when we were all still young. Once, an immortal fell from the sky. The immortal insisted on going against us, but we couldn't defeat him. In the end, thanks to the cook, he made a delicious meal and sent him away.
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Jiang Xiaoyu was even more speechless: Is there something wrong with this man's head? Why did he tear out all the gods? If he hadn't looked very strong, Jiang Xiaoyu would have thought he was a liar.
The painter continued: "It's a pity that at the end of the day, he, who has been eating all his life, finally sacrificed his life to become the food of the old turtle. Maybe, this is the reincarnation of all things!"
"Turtle? Eat?"
Only then did Jiang Xiaoyu remember that when he was in the Four Elephant Sect, the old man did say that his own body was the bait, and the fish he caught was the Four Elephant Sect's Xuanwu.
"He! Is he the cook?"
Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the middle-aged man next to him in horror.
"And he! Is he a painter?"
Oh my god, just by his name, you can tell he is a perverted person.
Seeing that the painter was completely immersed in the conversation with Jiang Xiaoyu, Changxu, who had been ignored, suddenly became even more uncomfortable.
He held the boning knife, pointed at the painter, and said: "Who are you?"
"Little monk, I am a painter."
"Bullshit! Stop fooling me!"
The painter shook his head and said: "If you don't believe it, ask Monk Sanyi from Chongnan Temple. He had the same bad temper as you back then. And my temper was not as good as it is now, so I remember that I was in his house at that time.
There are three forked roads on the road to ascension. He must have not touched the Immortal Gate until today. Now that he thinks about it, it is indeed a bit too far..."
"Trinity of Chongnan Temple? There is no such person!"
After Chang Xu finished speaking, he was about to rush forward, but Lu Yi held him back and whispered: "Honorable Sir, what he just said seems to be the Trinity in the legend of Chongnan Temple who has a thousand years of Mahayana and is immune to natural disasters.
Lord Vajra.”
"Hmph!" Chang Xu flicked his sleeves and said, "I don't believe it. In this world, the highest realms are Mahayana and Vajra. This guy who calls himself a painter in front of me is the pinnacle of Mahayana."
The long-bearded boning knife pointed at the painter and said: "Today, I will let you see how a person in the early stage of the Vajra Realm can kill you, a strong man at the peak of the Mahayana!"
The painter shook his head and said: "It's not necessary. I think based on your talent, if you can find some opportunities, you might be able to win the title of Tianmen in a thousand years. Why bother fighting here?"
"snort!"
The long beard immediately formed dozens of hand seals, and in an instant, the phantom of the Buddha appeared in the sky.
The phantom looked larger than the entire Chuyang City. He was sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform with golden light shining around him.
When believers from thousands of miles around saw it, they all bowed and worshiped.
The phantom of the Buddha suddenly stretched out a finger, and between his fingers, a golden light fell on the long-bearded head.
Suddenly, Changxu's entire body turned golden yellow, and under the slanting sunlight, he actually revealed the appearance of a god or a Buddha.
Nagasu clasped his hands together and bowed to the phantom of Buddha in the sky: "Amitabha!" Then the phantom gradually disappeared.
The painter nodded and said, "It's okay. In your realm, it's not easy to receive the Pure Heart Precepts from gods and Buddhas."
"However, it's still too far off. That's all. If I don't give you a little lesson, you might still interrupt me."
As he spoke, the painter raised his brush and danced in the air, and a portrait of Buddha was actually created, and the appearance of the painting was exactly the same as the virtual image just now.
But the next scene made everyone dumbfounded.
I saw the Buddha in the painting put his hands together and walked out of the painting.