Wang Zhe lightly drew with his hand, and there was a gust of breeze and a soft squeaking sound. A cut mark appeared on the paper, as if it had been cut with a sword, and the lake in the painting was divided into two.
"It would be great if it were as easy to cut through the lake water as it is to cut through the painting." Wang Zhe smiled.
He was about to put away the painting when he suddenly stopped.
Zhanhu,
Cut off the painting?
An idea flashed in Wang Zhe's mind, and he vaguely thought of something. He hurriedly left the cave, jumped into the air, went down the mountain, and came to the lake.
Look at the lake in front of you, think about the painting just now, close your eyes, and imagine that the lake in front of you is a painting.
Open your eyes suddenly, draw your sword, and chop!
A sword rainbow flew out from the ancient sword and submerged into the water. Then the lake surface was cut open, and the cut surface kept expanding forward, one foot, two feet, ten feet, twenty feet...
The cut surface was smooth, revealing the water plants and sediment on the bottom of the lake, and even a few swimming fish that had no time to dodge were also cut open.
After a while, only a roar was heard, and the water of the cut lake roared again.
"It's not as simple as imagined." Wang Zhe looked at the turbid river water.
It's not as easy as cutting open the painting, but after all it provides a new idea and is worth a try.
Now it seems that this "painting master" really has some effect.
Practicing spiritual practice is like opening up a new world, with surprises everywhere.
After a few days, the weather became colder and colder, and it seemed to be the coldest time of the year.
The internal guards of Baiqisi were still crouching inside and around Songyun Temple.
"I asked how long should we wait? It's too cold today."
"It's only been a few days and I can't stand it anymore. Back then, we waited in a village in Mobei for half a year to arrest someone. We didn't know how much sand we ate."
"This is a master. If he really comes, we individuals are no match for him at all. Wouldn't that mean we are going to die?"
"Where did all this nonsense come from!"
These days, these internal guards are on tenterhooks.
They knew more or less about the case that happened in Kuaiji Mansion. The fifth-grade monk just waved his hand and swatted it to death, just like swatting a fly to death.
Then these people can't even block a single move from the opponent!
"But don't come!"
More than one person here has this idea.
In the afternoon, the sky was a little gloomy, with scattered snowflakes floating.
On the official road outside Kuaiji Mansion, a carriage came from a distance. Two horses pulled a carriage. The horses looked extremely tall and strong.
Surrounding the carriage are six Hundred Cavalry Division internal guards, led by the same Hundred Cavalry Division General who left a few days ago.
The carriage was covered with silk, with no windows, but the body was made of fine steel.
When it was getting dark, they arrived at his Kuaiji Mansion.
After receiving the news, people from Dali Temple and Qintian Prison came out to greet him. Their faces changed when they saw the carriage.
"This car is..."
"Monk-Punan."
"What, you actually brought him out of the prison? If this happens, it will cause big trouble!"
"Don't worry, most of his cultivation has been wasted, and he has nine dragon thorns to seal the eight extraordinary meridians, and he drinks a pot of "immortal drunkenness" every day.
He is extremely weak now, not to mention making trouble, even walking is difficult." The general of Baiqisi said with a smile.
"Open the door."
After giving the order, the Baiqisi guard next to him carefully opened the iron door of the carriage.
Sitting in the carriage made of fine steel was a monk in his twenties, with a handsome face, bright eyes, and a gentle expression. Although he was in the prison carriage, he did not appear to be in the slightest embarrassment. On the contrary, the dust became more and more emitted, like a cloud floating down from the sky.
Seeing the three people outside the carriage looking at him, the monk in the prison carriage smiled slightly, which made people feel warm like the spring sunshine.
Being in an iron prison is like sitting on a lotus flower.
He looks like an eminent monk.
Seeing this monk, the two adults couldn't help but take a step back.
They knew how terrifying this monk was.
This monk Punan has an excellent talent for spiritual practice and is known as a rare genius in a hundred years. When he was less than ten years old, he began to practice in Faxing Temple, a famous holy place for spiritual practice. He studied under the guidance of eminent Buddhist monks and cultivated a wonderful Dharma.
The man who was supposed to be a Buddhist monk changed his mind for some unknown reason and did many shocking and unimaginable things.
First, when he was arguing with the abbot of Nanyan Temple, he said that the abbot had a demon in his heart. He suddenly got angry and slapped the abbot of Nanyan Temple to death.
Then he killed 18 monks from Nanyan Temple.
A month later, he appeared at Xiantong Temple again and killed the abbot and thirty-six monks of Xiantong Temple.
Faxing Temple specially sent four monks with advanced cultivation down the mountain to capture him, but he killed one and seriously injured three others.
He once traveled thousands of miles to the Western Regions to consult Buddha. After arriving in the Western Regions, he destroyed four temples.
He killed, he drank, he took a wife,
He broke all the strict rules and precepts of Buddhism,
He practices Buddhism, but behaves like a demon.
he said
"I am me, Buddha is Buddha, I can be Buddha, but Buddha cannot be me!"
The most terrifying thing about this man is not his cultivation, but his mind.
Monster monk, monster monk, his mind is like a monster and cannot be guessed.
Even among the prisons in the capital, this person is still one of the few.
After taking a look at the person who was still in the car, the iron door closed again.
The talismans carved around the interior light up. This is a specially made prison car. The formation will isolate the external aura and prevent it from entering the car.
"You guys are keeping an eye on it and don't let any outsiders get close to this carriage."
"Yes, sir!"
The three of them entered the Yamen.
"Why did Mr. Li take such a big risk to bring this monster monk here?"
"If you want to find that person, you really have to find him. He has cultivated the Buddhist Wisdom Eyes and claims to be able to see the past and the future.
To be honest, taking him out of the prison was a big help in the last big case in Haijin.
When I went to the capital this time, I heard that His Majesty was involved in this matter, and we can't afford to delay it!" said the Hundred Cavalry Commander.
If such a major case hadn't attracted the emperor's attention, he wouldn't have taken such a big risk to bring the demon monk out of the prison.
"Master Li, thank you for your trouble." Another person said after pondering for a long time.
In the dark iron prison, the monk was still smiling.
The next day, the iron door of the carriage was opened again.
"get off."
Monk Punan got out of the car with his hands and feet still shackled.
Under the escort of Baiqisi's internal guards, they arrived at the place where the corpse was parked.
Monk Punan looked at the corpses one after another. When he saw Zong An's corpse, his eyes stayed on him for a little longer.
"Zong An?"
"Does the monk still know him?"
"It's a one-sided relationship. This person can be considered to have some wisdom." Monk Pu Nan commented.
The monk looked at the corpse, and his eyes lit up, as if there were stars shining in them.