Bu Fan had no intention of playing tricks on the old beggar.
He just felt that the old beggar's expression was too nervous and reserved, which was not conducive to painting, so he came up with this idea to lighten the atmosphere.
The old beggar didn't waste any time, stood up, immediately followed Bu Fan's instructions, picked up the bamboo stick and walked outside, and then came back.
Bu Fan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, like a rabbit rising and a falcon falling, and painted on the smooth and white rice paper with a serious expression. The brush tip was filled with thick ink, and the ink splashed everywhere.
At this moment, Bu Fan seemed to be integrated with the world, exuding the essence of aura.
Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar suffocated.
I was afraid of disturbing the person in front of me while he was painting, so I didn't even dare to take a breath.
"It's better!"
Bu Fan's hand holding the pen paused, he couldn't help but glance at the painting, and then started writing again.
"I sit on the clouds and travel out of this world, and I don't have a bottle or bowl to carry with me. If I don't talk about human affairs when I meet people, I mean there is nothing in the human world."
"Gift to Mr. Hong"
Bu Fan abruptly closed his pen.
The poem he wrote is "Gift to the Master" by Du Xunhe, a poet of the Tang Dynasty, which roughly describes the life state of an accomplished man who transcends the world, puts everything outside the world, and has no desires.
But when Wu Xuanzi on the side saw the figure painting on the table, he was stunned.
In the painting, I saw an old beggar standing in front of the courtyard door holding a bamboo stick, his eyes covered by cloth, and a wine gourd hanging on his waist.
Obviously the painting is of an old beggar, but for some reason Wu Xuanzi felt that the painting of the old beggar gave people an otherworldly feeling.
But when he saw Bu Fan writing the inscription on the painting, Wu Xuanzi's heart trembled suddenly.
Sitting in the clouds, I traveled out of this world without a bottle or bowl to carry with me.
If you don't talk about human affairs when meeting people, you are a person who has nothing to do in the human world.
No wonder he felt that the old beggar he painted was extraordinary. It turned out that this supreme being had painted the old beggar into a banished immortal who was free from the world.
Wu Xuanzi admired him.
How could the old beggar be so virtuous and worthy of being praised like this by his husband?
After Bu Fan finished writing the poem and was about to let Wu Xuanzi see how the painting turned out, he felt a surge of spiritual energy around him and the white clouds in the sky gathered into a whirlpool.
It's just that the movement came and went away quickly.
Bu Fan was still scratching his head, but Wu Xuanzi looked at the old beggar in shock.
"Old blind man, have you entered the heavenly realm?" Wu Xuanzi said with a trembling voice.
The old beggar was also a little disbelieving, but he still nodded.
Wu Xuanzi was completely dumbfounded.
How long did it take for the old beggar to break through the Tribulation Stage and reach the Great Perfection before he entered the Heavenly Realm?
But the old beggar was no less shocked than Wu Xuanzi at this moment!
Because just now when Bu Fan was painting, the old beggar felt that the blood in his body was inexplicably surging and restless, and he wanted to use his spiritual power to suppress the restless blood.
But the more suppressed it is, the more turbulent the blood in the body becomes.
Just when the old beggar couldn't bear it anymore, the blood in his body suddenly stabilized, and then a pure blood flowed through his body.
This shocked the old beggar.
Because he knew what this pure bloodline represented.
This means that the bloodline has undergone a transformation just now.
You must know that during the process of cultivating a monk, his bloodline will continue to transform. Every time his bloodline transforms, his physical quality and strength will be greatly improved.
But before the old beggar could recover from the shock.
Suddenly a poem came to my ears, "I sit in the clouds and travel out of this world, and I don't have a bottle or bowl to carry with me. If you don't talk about human affairs when you meet people, then you have nothing to do in the human world."
At the same time as this poem fell, the blood in the old beggar's body underwent another transformation.
Not only that, the spiritual power in his body began to circulate uncontrollably and gradually transformed into immortal energy, allowing him to directly step from the realm of transcending tribulation to the realm of heavenly immortality.
But compared to the joy brought by the breakthrough, the old beggar was extremely shocked inside.
A painting and a poem actually allowed him to break through to the realm of immortality. How come he had never heard of such a method?
In fact, not only Wu Xuanzi was shocked, the old beggar was shocked, and Bu Fan was also a little stunned.
He raised his eyes subconsciously and looked at the clear sky.
I remember that the last time the old beggar broke through to the Mahayana and Great Consummation, he caused a heavenly disaster. Why is he so quiet this time?
Could it be that there are only three things to do? The two previous visits ended without any results, so this time I simply stopped coming.
But having said that, the old beggar’s breakthrough speed was too fast, right?
Isn’t it said that the higher the cultivation level, the more difficult it is to break through?
And what happened to the old beggar?
However, Bu Fan soon thought of the reason.
Last time, the old beggar made a breakthrough because of that fatal poem.
Because the description of the desperate poem was somewhat similar to that of the old beggar, it made the old beggar feel enlightened and his state of mind greatly improved, allowing him to break through to the Great Perfection of Transcending the Tribulation.
And this time, he also wrote a poem.
This poem also contains many insights.
But this way of practicing is also easy.
He can break through just by listening to some words of life insights, which is faster than him gaining experience.
However, despite being envious, Bu Fan also knew that this method of cultivation was not suitable for him.
Although he has the thoughts and insights of many saints in previous lives.
These thoughts and insights are useful for monks who need to understand the way of heaven, but he still understands that doctors do not heal themselves, bystanders know clearly, and authorities are confused.
Moreover, the speed of his cultivation is also very fast.
After all, if he cultivated, he would not be able to reach his current state in less than a few thousand or tens of thousands of years.
But Bu Fan's action of looking at the sky gave Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar a feeling that the reason why the world was so peaceful was because of his existence.
"Congratulations to Mr. Hong for being promoted to the Heavenly Immortal Realm!" Bu Fan came back to his senses and said with cupped hands.
"Sect Master, you're welcome. If it weren't for sir, I wouldn't have been promoted to the Heavenly Immortal Realm so quickly!" The old beggar looked a little frightened and immediately spoke respectfully.
Bu Fan knew that the old beggar attributed the breakthrough to him again, but he was right.
After all, the reason why the old beggar was able to break through so quickly was because of the poem he wrote.
Even if he says now that he is not an expert hermit, he was just pretending to be an expert hermit before, and even the old beggar won't believe it.
"Mr. Hong has actually reached the realm of heavenly immortals. Have you ever thought about leaving this Tiannan Realm and going to a higher realm of cultivation to practice?"
Bu Fan looked at the old beggar with some curiosity. Now the old beggar is in the heavenly realm. According to the rules of practice, he should find a better place to practice.
The old beggar trembled all over.
Could it be that this supreme being was testing him?
But compared to leaving Tiannan Realm and going to the unknown and extremely dangerous world of cultivation to practice, staying with this supreme being is undoubtedly the best choice.
Moreover, maybe he can go further in his spiritual practice.
With this thought, a flash of determination flashed in the old beggar's eyes, and without hesitation, he knelt down on his knees.