Ever since the magic power of Blood Guanyin in Dongfan Saint's body was resolved, he seemed a little abnormal.
He kept talking about meeting Ye Qingyun.
But when Ye Qingyun asked him, he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.
Ye Qingyun once thought that this old monk had Alzheimer's disease?
What troubled Ye Qingyun the most was that the old monk didn't know what was wrong with him and always stared at him.
It seemed that he wanted to use this to remember where he had met Ye Qingyun?
But the problem is that this Dongfang Saint doesn't just stare at Ye Qingyun occasionally.
But from day to night, almost non-stop.
Wherever Ye Qingyun goes, this Eastern Brahma Saint will follow him.
No matter what Ye Qingyun does, the Dongfan Saint will always stare at him.
Even if Ye Qingyun went to the hut, the old monk would lie down in the hut and stare at him, stretching his head down to look inside.
Ye Qingyun was so angry that he wanted to drag the old monk down and drown him in the cesspool.
Even at night.
Ye Qingyun was already lying on the bed and fell asleep.
As a result, I wanted to get up to pee in the middle of the night, and when I opened my eyes, I saw an old face right in front of me.
Ye Qingyun was so frightened that he could not hold back.
I peed my pants on the spot.
Ye Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore.
No one can stand staring at me like a ghost like this every day.
After Ye Qingyun repeatedly asked what Saint Dongfan wanted, he finally understood the old monk's intention.
He has no intention.
I just want to look at Ye Qingyun's face, and then remember when and where I have seen Ye Qingyun's face.
After understanding this, Ye Qingyun quickly found a solution.
Give full play to your ability of wonderful painting on the spot.
I drew a picture for myself.
"Done!"
With just one stick of incense, Ye Qingyun drew his own portrait.
Ye Qingyun took a look at it himself and looked satisfied.
very good!
Although I haven't painted for a long time, my painting skills are still as good as before.
The person in the painting looks exactly like me.
From the perspective of others, it feels as if the person in the painting is about to walk out directly.
So true!
The monks on the side were stunned.
This painting technique is enough to be called miraculous.
The most important thing is that Ye Qingyun can perfectly display his own charm in the painting.
This alone is no longer as simple as practice makes perfect.
"How's it going? Is this painting okay?"
Ye Qingyun looked around at everyone present, with a somewhat showy look on his face.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"
Huikong reacted the fastest, even shouting loudly.
"The Holy Son's skills are a hundred times better than before!"
"Such a portrait is unprecedented and can be praised for thousands of years!"
All the monks looked at Huikong in astonishment.
Good guy!
This skill of flattery is really easy to come by.
Even if this painting is indeed very good, there is no need to describe it in such an exaggerated way, right?
Ye Qingyun couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Fortunately, Ye Qingyun has long been accustomed to Huikong's flattery, and he also knows that this guy is always so grandiose when flattering him.
"I didn't expect Master Ye to have such outstanding painting skills, which opened the eyes of this poor monk!"
Zen Master Yunfeng said with a surprised look on his face.
Ye Qingyun smiled.
This flattery is smoother and smoother, which makes me very happy.
"It's really wonderful. The charm and expression are exactly the same. It's a stroke of genius."
Not to be outdone, Venerable Jing Ping hurriedly followed up.
Several other Zen masters also hurriedly agreed, seeming to want to take this opportunity to express themselves.
Only Monk Tianjue.
He stood on the edge and wanted to say a few words like the others.
But others reacted faster than him and finished all kinds of compliments.
When Monk Tianjue wanted to say something, he didn't know what to say.
You can’t just say what others have said, right?
That's too embarrassing.
After everyone else had praised him, Monk Tianjue blushed and then said something.
“What a great painting!”
Ye Qingyun: "..."
Although he didn't expect this stupid monk to say any kind words.
But Ye Qingyun didn't expect that Monk Tianjue could only come up with such a dry word.
If it were Huikong, he could give you ten more different flatteries.
This is the difference between a monk and a monk.
"Master, I gave you this portrait, please don't stare at me again in the future."
Ye Qingyun handed the portrait to the Dongfang Saint.
The Dongfang Saint nodded repeatedly, holding the scroll in his hand, his face was filled with radiance, and his eyes became bright.
Those who didn’t know better thought that the old monk was watching something unhealthy.
The Dongfang Saint held the scroll and walked away happily.
A few more days passed.
The Buddhist kingdom of saints already knew that the Eastern Brahma saint was brought to Yuanguang Temple.
When I sent monks to Hezhou in the West, I wanted Yuanguang Temple to put back the saints in the East.
Yuanguang Temple expressed its willingness to release him, and even allowed monks from the Buddhist kingdom to see the Eastern Brahma Saint.
Can bear fruit.
The Dongfang Saint directly stated that he was unwilling to return to the Buddhist Kingdom of Saints and planned to stay in Yuanguang Temple to study Buddhism.
This made the monks sent by the Holy Buddha Kingdom dumbfounded.
People are willing to let you go back, why are you still hanging on?
Have you been given ecstasy soup?
No matter how much the monks from the Buddhist kingdom said good or bad, or even knelt down to plead, the Eastern Brahma Saint was unwilling to leave.
"Amitabha, I have obtained this scroll. This life is enough. I only wish to spend the rest of my life here to understand the mystery of the painting."
"As for the Holy Buddha Kingdom, all Buddhist friends, go and choose the next Eastern Brahma Saint."
These are the original words of Saint Dongfang. In order not to return to the Kingdom of Saints and Buddhas, we simply let the Kingdom of Saints and Buddhas elect the next Saint of Dongfang.
Even Ye Qingyun and others on the side felt that this old monk was a little too outrageous?
Are you willing to abandon the huge Buddhist Kingdom of Saints and the entire Eastern Brahma State?
Just to stay here and contemplate a painting?
The monks of the Holy Buddha Country had no choice but to return to the Eastern Brahma State for the time being.
And Ye Qingyun also figured it out.
Since this old monk is unwilling to go back, let him stay here and attract the monks from Dongfang Shenzhou.
He then used the underground treasure to dissolve the magic power of Blood Guanyin for them.
When the time is right, go directly to the East Brahma State to restore the entire East Brahma State to normal.
After taking over Dongfang Shenzhou, two of the four major Buddhist states will be in his hands.
As for future plans, Ye Qingyun has not thought about it yet.
He actually wants to go back to the lower world.
But it seems that things are far more complicated than I expected.
Even if the entire Four Brahma Heavens are brought back on track, the root cause still exists.
If the Blood Guanyin is not eliminated, the Four Brahma Heavens will make the same mistake again sooner or later.
Ye Qingyun really doubted that one day he would lead a large group of monks to kill Xitian Bliss.
It's exciting just thinking about it.
...
Lower bound.
Central Plains!
One of the ten forbidden places---Jiuli Palace!
one month ago.
The Demon King Qitian entered the Central Plains, went straight to Jiuli Palace, and plunged in headlong.
It wants to challenge Da Mao in Jiuli Palace!
And this Jiuli Palace, as one of the ten most forbidden places in the Central Plains, is naturally not something that can be broken into casually.
The dangers involved can only be known after truly entering.
After Demon King Qitian entered, he also encountered a lot of troubles.
The most difficult thing to deal with is a group of strange creatures that the outside world has never seen before.
These weird creatures look ridiculous, but they are very powerful and physically strong, and are especially good at physical combat.
Demon King Qitian fought all the way and defeated countless weird creatures.
Finally, we arrived at the deepest part of Jiuli Palace.
In front of the ancient and dilapidated dark palace, there is an endless deep bamboo forest.
Qitian Demon King was standing in this bamboo forest, looking at the dilapidated palace behind the bamboo forest.
It has already felt that Da Mao is in the ruined palace.
A touch of excitement filled the heart of Demon King Qitian.
It is eager to fight with Da Mao again.
And I have confidence in my heart that the result this time will be different from before.
But just as Demon King Qitian was about to take a step forward, a deep beast roar suddenly sounded from deep in the bamboo forest.
"Are there any creatures blocking the road?"
Qitian Demon King was not surprised at all, it had long been used to this kind of intrusion.
I even enjoy this feeling of fighting all the way.
The blood in its body surged, and its own combat power also improved a lot.
"Yellow-haired dog, after I defeat this last creature, I will go in and fight with you!"
Under the excited gaze of Demon King Qitian, a giant black and white beast slowly walked out from the depths of the bamboo forest.
Heavy steps!
A low growl!
And the depressing atmosphere that comes with it.
All revealed that the strength of this black and white giant beast was extremely extraordinary.
Even Demon King Qitian couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this black and white giant beast.
Compared with the strange and bizarre creatures we had seen before, this black and white giant beast looked relatively normal.
At least it looks like a bear.
It's just that the body is round and the fur is black and white.
If it weren't for the oppressive feeling brought by his huge body, if he were smaller, he would still be a bit naive.
"Monkey, this guy is called the Iron-eating Beast, and he was the mount of the Lord of Jiuli Palace back then."
"If you can defeat it, come and see me in the palace."
Da Mao's lazy voice came from the dilapidated palace behind the bamboo forest.