Chapter 800

According to Jiang Cen's suggestion, Gu LAN goes to inform other friars in Pangu, and Jiang Cen stays behind to guard this picture of pure earth.

The old soul also turned into a virtual shadow. He came to the picture of Qingjing Fangtu and identified it carefully.

"Are you interested in this painting, too?" Jiang Cen asks curiously. The old soul is rarely transformed into a form and leaves the sea of God of Jiang Cen, because it takes a lot of soul power to do so.

Old soul nodded slightly and said, "this picture of pure earth is not an ordinary painting! It's said that the immortal with great power can do it with his brush. The so-called one painting, one world, one book, one world! "

" one painting, one world, one book, one world! " Jiang Cen murmured: "there are really great immortals who can create heaven and earth only by painting and calligraphy?"

The old soul said: "for ordinary people, no matter how good calligraphy and painting are, they are just lifelike or thought-provoking; for those who cultivate immortals in the lower world, calligraphy and painting can also contain magic power and display supernatural powers; in fact, talisman is also a kind of calligraphy and painting, just using some runes."

"It's not surprising for the spiritual friars with higher cultivation that if they write with spirit, they can paint flowers with fragrance, birds with song and people with speech."

"For some real immortals, they can not only draw things into spirit, but also draw people alive; they can also contain their own understanding of heaven and earth. What's more, there is a way in calligraphy and painting. A painting is a world, and a book is a world

"There are many immortals who can paint things into spirit, but there are few who can paint one day at a time."

”This picture may have been left by the legendary calligraphy and painting immortal, but it may also be a fake. If it's genuine, in the fairyland, it's priceless! I don't know how many great immortals are willing to exchange their treasures for this painting and study its Taoist art! "

Jiang Cen said: "even if it's a fake, since it can become another world, it's no small matter!"

"That's true!" The old soul nodded and gently brushed the picture.

A strong repulsive force hit, even the soul of the old hand bounce! Hunlao's palm is not solid, but pure soul power. Moreover, it is the soul power of the immortal family, which is not accepted by the painting.

"Who's moving my painting?" All of a sudden, a yell came, followed by a flash of golden light, and turned into a boy, the painter boy.

The figure of Hun Lao disappeared immediately. Before the painter appeared, he scattered his body and returned to the sea of Jiang Cen.

"Is this your painting?" Jiang Cen looked at the painting boy with deep meaning: "I'm afraid you may not have the ability to draw this painting!"

The boy turned red and said, "how do you know I can't draw? If you like, I'll draw another one for you, but don't rob this one. "

Jiang Cen shook his head: "if you can make your own landscape, that's a good idea! It's just that your accomplishments are roughly the same as those of Ben Shi, or just a little higher. It's impossible to achieve the realm of painting one day at a time! "

"What do you mean? There's nothing special about this painting, just that I like it myself. " The painting boy looks nervous and is obviously right by Jiang Cen.

Jiang Cen feels puzzled instead, this son's mind is on the face, the lie sees through at a glance, really don't seem to be the person with extremely heavy intention.

"Don't hide it, sir! I have seen through the truth! " Jiang Cen pointed to the picture and said, "the pure earth we live in is actually this picture! Now we all live in paintings! If you want to leave this space, you must start from painting! "

After hearing this, the painting boy immediately unfolded his arms, stood in front of the painting and said, "no way! No one can touch this picture! "

"It seems that you have known the secret of this painting for a long time!" Jiang Cen said in a deep voice, "why did you never reveal anything and deliberately trap us in this painting?"

"I'm afraid you'll leave. No one will play with me!" The painter said wrongly: "I don't know how many years I've been here. No one else can only play with deer and birds. Otherwise, sister LAN and others will not be alone. "

"I'm afraid you'll leave if you know about the painting, so I dare not say it."

Jiang Cen frowned. The painter was frank and direct. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the guy was disguised or really naive.

However, the reason of the painter boy is somewhat meaningful. To keep them is to be afraid of loneliness.

Jiang Cen said with a smile, "if you are afraid of being alone, you can leave with me. There are hundreds of millions of friars in the spiritual world. There are many races. It's absolutely lively

"I can't get out of here!" The painting boy shook his head and sighed.

"Not necessarily. Maybe I have a way..." Jiang Cen said.

"No," said the boy, shaking his head again. "I mean, you may have a way to leave, but I can't. I can't leave here, or as long as I leave here, my body will disappear!"

"Once upon a time, I accidentally lit a small hole in my painting, and as a result, a big hole appeared in the air. I left curiously along the hole, but soon after I left, my body began to be transparent and gave off a wisp of vitality. If I didn't escape in time, I was afraid that my body would collapse! "Jiang Cen smell speech in the heart move, say: "so say, you are painting spirit?"

"What painting spirit?" Obviously, the painting boy has never heard of such a statement.

Jiang Cen explained: "the world's fairies are so spiritual! This painting is a rare immortal treasure. Although it has been reduced to the vast starry sky in the lower world for some reason, over time, it gradually gives birth to spiritual things, which turn into the shape of fetus and gradually grow up. This is the so-called "painting spirit."

"The spirit of painting can't leave the noumenon, so you can't leave this painting. Once you leave too far away, your spirit body will lose its support and gradually become invisible

"But it's not out of the question!" Jiang Cen's topic changed.

"What can you do?" said the painter

Jiang Cen pondered: "in the spiritual world, there are many spiritual friars like you, among whom there are also those who have become spiritual through painting and calligraphy. These friars can carry the noumenon such as calligraphy and painting on their bodies, and then travel around, just like ordinary human friars. "

"You could have done the same! However, what's special is that this picture of pure earth is so powerful that it has produced such a huge space. If you can't take the space back into the painting, you can't travel around with the painting. "

"In short, it's not difficult for Ben Shi to take you to the spirit world, but it's beyond his power to take this heaven and earth to the spirit world together!"

"Unless, one day, Ben has a way to seal the space in the painting and then leave with you."

The painter was disappointed: "so, there is no way now?"

Jiang Cen comforted: "don't lose heart, sir! In this painting, time passes very slowly. One day in the painting has been outside for thousands of years! Even for the spirit world, I'm afraid it's a day in the picture and a year in the spirit world! "

"Why don't you let us leave? When we are successful in practicing in the spirit world and have a way to seal the space here, we can help you get rid of the space here and travel to the spirit world!"

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