C237 Phantom Master

"There is enlightenment in God, and regrets in Buddha. Zen Heart is definitely one, Heaven Man Unity." Chu Mingbu said that this was a very high realm. In the west, there was a statue of an artist called Michelangelo.

It's just that the expressions of the Eastern and Western arts are not quite the same.

Although I don't understand what this pretentious fellow is trying to say, I nod my head repeatedly. Chu Mingbu's eyes suddenly lit up, and said: "You ….

"In the past, the Old Mr that made the sculpture looked very similar to it."

Could it be that Chu Mingbu has seen my Grandpa before, upon hearing his words, I was startled, and then took out the photo of me and my Grandpa from my phone, and showed it to Chu Mingbu.

This person looked at it for a long time. Then, he frowned and told me that although my Grandpa would look a little older inside the Photos, the outline of its five senses were exactly the same as what he had seen back then.

What kind of lucky chance is it that Chu Mingbu has seen my Grandpa before? The two of them don't seem to be close, the only thing he has come into contact with is that the two of them have been to the return dragon view together.

I asked Chu Mingbu, but he laughed and asked me if I knew about the Phantom Painter.

After hearing what I said, my expression immediately changed. Looking at Chu Mingbu in front of me, he did not look like this type of person.

The Phantom Painter was also one of the three hundred and sixty lines of Yin and Yang. This kind of people mainly did a job of painting statues for ghosts.

Some of them looked like sketches in the police station. Through Spirit Channeling, he could sense the appearance of the ghosts and then paint them on paper.

As long as he painted the appearances of these ghosts on paper, this ghosts would have perception, and would be able to reach the side of the ghost painter through this piece of paper.

There was an even more powerful Phantom Painter who could control ghosts s through these drawing, but this was something only a highly virtuous and powerful Phantom Painter could do.

These people's appearances were also quite unique. When they went out, they would wear long robes, three soul attracting brushes, and one Ghost Yan Shi.

He looked like a completely cultured person, but the Chu Mingbu in front of me looked like a crazy vagabond.

Not in tune, not in tune. I repeated myself twice more, but Chu Mingbu laughed. He also told me the truth that was insinuating itself in the market, do you understand?

Chu Mingbu then continued, "These days, most of the yin and yang lines s are people who seek fame to do whatever they can in order to earn money. I did not want to do this, so I changed this scroll and stayed in this place."

"Master." I laughed, but didn't have any intention of laughing at Chu Mingbu. At the very least, his thinking was very high, and he should be the same kind of person as the one in the chants.

"I am the successor of the supernatural sculpture, Qin Yi. I pay my respects to senior brother."

When Chu Mingbu heard the two words "Senior Brother", he faintly smiled and said, "Not bad, not bad.

In the past, the yin and yang lines had split into 365 families, each with their own strengths. However, in the end, they all had their own businesses, and their roots were all attributed to the words' Yin and Yang '. Therefore, as long as they met someone older than them, they would definitely call them Senior.

In the past, there had been many people who had done things like crosstalk and evaluation.

However, over the years, things had developed and some things had fallen.

It was obvious that Chu Mingbu was an old man from the yin and yang lines, but after hearing me call out so obediently, his face was filled with satisfaction.

I asked Chu Mingbu:

"Senior brother, then how did you meet my Grandpa? Back then, you have only seen this supernatural sculpture, could it be that there's some other reason?"

Chu Mingbu coughed and said:

"Back then when I was creating the frescoes, Old Mr Qin was also doing the aftereffects of the supernatural sculpture. I had personally seen the entire supernatural sculpture when it was placed inside, but because it was just a glimpse, I did not have the time to speak to Mister."

When I heard this, I nodded my head. Looks like the circle in this world is really quite narrow.

I suddenly thought of something. If Chu Mingbu is a Ghost Painter, then would he be able to invite my Grandpa's Soul out?

As long as my Grandpa's Soul comes out, and I ask them in front of him in detail, wouldn't this matter be fine?

Regarding my request, Chu Mingbu didn't reject it, he only said that he wanted me to wait a while, that he wanted to bathe and change into a new set of Clothes. After all, being a ghost painter was a very serious matter.

Chu Mingbu carried a huge bundle with him to the public restroom and spent a long time before finally coming out.

When he came out again, he had already changed the appearance of his Clothes s. The dirty braids of Europe and America were all gone, forming a bun on his head.

He was wearing a navy blue robe and a pair of cloth shoes. The Clothes shoes and socks he was wearing were washed until they were a little white, but they were very neat.

Relying on his clothes and the saddle of a horse, Chu Mingbu, who had changed into a Clothes, seemed to be in high spirits in front of me.

"I haven't been a ghost painter for close to ten years. If I haven't finished painting, please wait a bit longer."

"Thank you, Senior Brother." I also cupped my hands and made a gesture of invitation.

Chu Mingbu then raised the Soulreaper Brush in his hand and closed his eyes in front of the canvas, as if he was deep in thought. The brush in his hand, however, was slowly drawing lines on the canvas.

I stood at the side and watched for an entire half an hour. Gradually, the features of the person and the appearance of the Clothes appeared.

Inside the painting, it was clearly visible that my Grandpa was wearing a middle mountain attire and was standing next to the benevolent picture. Since Chu Mingbu's drawing skills were so great, then my Grandpa's isolated look would practically be coming out of the painting.

Just as I was about to exclaim in surprise, Chu Mingbu reached out his hand and made a shushing gesture, calming me down as he muttered:

"A powerful wandering soul, where can it be kept? The three spirits have long since descended, and the seven spirits have arrived. They are by the riverside, in the temple village, in the palace prison, in the graveyard, and in the forest. Listen to your words and come under your command immediately."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Mingbu's feet moved, his hands formed a seal, and shouted out his order.

In an instant, the canvas with the drawing of my Grandpa lit up with a blue flame.

Chu Mingbu continued to shout, but the blue flame on the canvas is still burning without my Grandpa's body.

Waves of cold wind blew out from their surroundings, but they did not see my Grandpa's Soul appear. Even this gust of wind stopped after a few seconds.

Seeing this situation, even he was stunned.

I asked Chu Mingbu what kind of shape it was. Chu Mingbu scratched his head and said:

"Could it be that I've been useless for too many years, so my cooking skills are no longer useful?"