Underworld Ghost Soldiers, Sign In The Book Of Life And Death At The Beginning

Chapter 167

From beginning to end, Manjusri hadn’t even glanced at Lin Baixuan, his attention was all on Xiao Qing. Manjusri didn’t even have the slightest interest in this “ordinary man”.

When Manjusri left, he only glanced at Xiaoqing regretfully, and said slowly: “If Rocky fellow daoist changes his mind, it still has time!”

“Good intentions!” Xiaoqing replied firmly, “I will go wherever the son is. As for the tribulation of the gods, should and should not, everything will do whatever you want!”

Seeing Xiaoqing’s resolute words, Manjusri also went very simply.

Lin Baixuan just glanced at him faintly, but didn’t leave his plan behind.

I’m not afraid that someone will calculate, I’m afraid that no one will be robbed.

Heavenly Dao collapsed, and Manjusri had no special adventures. He was reincarnated and rebuilt to this day, but he is just a true fairy of Ruyi Scepter. Of course, the more such cannon fodder, the better.

The only thing that made Lin Baixuan a little concerned was his words before leaving, “An ancient Buddha awakened from his deep sleep.”

Manjusri who can command one of the four Bodhisattva must be one of the three Buddhas.

Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun and Samantabhadra, the two anti-skeletal boys, were purely inconvenient in their brains, and they were completely crippled by the burning lamp. Seeing that the enfeoffment of gods is over, and when the interpretation and education have won a great victory, they actually have to join the Western teaching.

In the Jiuqu Yellow River Array, the two of them were cut off from the Cultivation Base, and it was Yuqing Sage who showed kindness and restored the magic power of the two.

Ran Deng betrayed the teachings, and somehow mixed up with a past Buddha. And these two hapless guys until the end, they were nothing but the Bodhisattva of Realm, a realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal, which was far from the realm of Taiyi Realm, which was only one step away from Cihang Daoist, who was the Buddha.

In contrast, Cihang Daoist is the real prudential person.

In the interpretation of teaching, Cihang Daoist is only one of the twelve Taiyi Golden Immortals, but after going to the West to teach, he became Guanshiyin and became the most well-known travel and image spokesperson of Buddhism.

The common people may not call the names of the Buddhas in all three generations and ten directions, but for Bodhisattva, who does not know or does not know about Bodhisattva?

Thinking of Guanyin Bodhisattva, Lin Baixuan suddenly became interested in painting.

Fish Basket Guanyin, Thousand-Hand Guanyin, Guiding Guanyin, etc., have all seen many in later generations. However, Zhang Daqian copied the portrait of Guanyin in Mogao Grottoes, but in the end he damaged a lot of murals, and it was an unclear headless case.

He pondered for a long time, holding a pen in his right hand, and groaning over the drawing paper.

Seeing him seem to be splashing ink, Xiaoqing suddenly came to his mind.

For a long time, Lin Baixuan has always been dressed in the snow clothes among the flowers, carrying two scrolls of Zhuxian swords on his back, with a jade pen hanging around his waist.

But I have never seen him write or draw…

“The son Cultivation Base is so clever and gentle and gentle, presumably this strength is also extremely deep…”

Xiaoqing stared at Lin Baixuan’s movements without turning his eyes. The thoughts in his heart hadn’t finished, so he only listened to Lin Baixuan’s instructions: “Xiaoqing, rub the ink!”

“Oh -” Xiao Qing’s eyelids jumped, and hurriedly put down the Yaoqin, shaking his spirits, calming his wrists and moving his fingers, holding his breath Qi Condensation, and rubbed a thick inkstone. Lin Baixuan dipped the ink full, and suddenly, with a light sound, a large drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen and landed on the paper, immediately staining a piece of snow-white drawing paper.

Xiaoqing came from a famous family and had a wide range of knowledge. He thought to himself: “So the son wants to splash ink and paint…”

Lin Baixuan held his breath and drew a few short lines next to the ink ball, like an aperture. Another stroke was picked up, and a big round apple was drawn under the aperture, and a few strokes outlined a big cloth bag.

“Could this be the son pitying the world’s poverty and drawing some fruits with Magic power, intending to give to the poor people?”

Suddenly seeing Lin Baixuan put a pen on the big apple and painted a few black spots on the big apple, Xiao Qing thought about it, and secretly guessed: “What are these black spots? Are they bugs? Could it be the son who taught me that the world is incomplete, Sage Is there no omnipotence, and all things are useless…”

Just listen to Lin Baixuan’s words: “Xiaoqing, come and see, is my Guanyin Bodhisattva drawing well?”

Xiaoqing was taken aback, and then he realized that the son actually drew a Guanyin. I couldn’t help but open my beautiful eyes, gaping my tongue for a while, and then weakly asked: “This… is this Guanyin?”

Lin Baixuan gave Xiao Qing a blank look, and curled his lips and said, “Don’t just look at the outside. I see Guanyin painted by the Tang Dynasty, mostly plump, round and jade. It’s meaty and has a special charm!”

After a few words, Xiaoqing became suspicious, closed his eyes and contemplated, recalling the appearance of Cihang Daoist back then. After a long time, he said, “Cihang… Guanyin doesn’t seem to be fat…”

“Really?” Lin Baixuan put down his paintbrush curiously and asked, “What did the Cihang Daoist look like back then?”

Xiaoqing hesitated for a moment, then took the Ding Ling pen and took another piece of drawing paper. After a few thoughts, he scribbled with a few strokes. The true image of a clear-faced and elegant Youdao appeared on the paper.

Lin Baixuan praised and said with a smile: “It turns out that Xiaoqing has such a wonderful pen. From now on, this young man’s drawing skills will depend on you to teach——”

At this time, Xiaoqing finally reacted. It turned out that this good-looking and elegant Young Master Lin turned out to be a silver-like pewter head and a full embroidered pillow. He couldn’t help but smiled bitterly: “You don’t know Danqing…”

“What kind of eyes are you?” Lin Baixuan curled his lips disdainfully, “Although I am not very good at writing and drawing, but when it comes to analog and digital electronics, matrix complex transformation, and self-control programming, who is better in The Three Realms? Got me? Besides, I’m not very good at writing poems, and memorizing poems is still very good…”

Xiaoqing didn’t understand Lin Baixuan’s set of professional terms. He just treated it as an incomparable spell, and nodded and sighed: “That’s right! In the midst of the catastrophe, the cultivator was struggling hard to get a chance. , I don’t have much interest in learning to write and draw.”

Seeing her look gradually sad, Lin Baixuan changed the subject and said with a smile: “Xiaoqing, in your opinion, among the three teachings, who is more outstanding in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting?”

Xiaoqing pondered for a long while, and said slowly: “In terms of piano skills, it is said that the Xuanyuan family jade Pipa is unique and the most outstanding. Besides her, the concubine also has a little dabbling. The ancestor of Zhen Yuanzi is the most refined; the calligraphy has its own strengths, only the master is in charge of the four swords of Zhuxian, and the Sword intent is integrated into the brush. The Three Realms is recognized as the first.”

“As for the painting skills, Daoist, the purple sky guest, is the most outstanding. After Hong Yun died, he was led by five people including Fude Zhenxianyun neutron, three seniors from Sanxian Island, and Rosy clouds Fairy.”

Lin Baixuan said with a cheeky smile: “It turns out that Xiaoqing is jade-shaped, and has such a talent for phonology. But if I want to learn painting, where do I go to find clouds, neutrons and clouds? It’s better for Xiaoqing to teach me first!”

Xiaoqing hid her mouth and smiled lightly: “If the son wants to learn painting, I am afraid that he must first learn the basic brushwork such as hooking, chaosing, dyeing, and dotting…”

Lin Baixuan’s face blushed. While listening carefully to Xiaoqing’s teachings, he secretly put away the “Popular Apple Guanyin Picture”, and then shook it gently, turning it into smoke and dust on the floor.