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- Chapter 207: The Pious
Chapter 207: The Pious
Autumn fantasy mountains.
The peak of the pen stands tall and clear to the sky, and the deep stream flows to the ground. The flowers and trees on the two cliffs compete with each other, and pines and bamboos compete with green in several places.
With the true spirit avatar like light protecting him, Chen Shaobai is not afraid of anything going wrong with Miao Yuqin. After all, he is now considered a seeker seeking immortality. Although he does not talk about traveling to the North Sea in the morning and climbing Cangwu in the evening, he is only a hundred miles away. The sword rides on the wind, but it only arrives in an instant.
He made a magic trick, turned invisible into a phantom, and hid among the crowd at the foot of the mountain. He wore a white dragon fish suit to explore and feel the origin of the power of faith in himself.
The spiritual power of the third level of quenching turned into thousands of invisible tentacles, accepting the pure thoughts of the devout believers. After a while, Chen Shaobai came to a conclusion.
"Thousands of mountains in the Shang Dynasty were in turmoil, all spirits gathered in the Autumn Fantasy Spring, changing the world, and the fairy voice enlightened the swordsman, so more and more people asked for immortality."
After finding out the reason, Chen Shaobai secretly laughed. It turned out that these "devout believers" of his were actually helped by Qiu Wanfa, Hua Wuye and others to make wedding clothes.
But having said that, if it hadn¡¯t been for the rampant demons and demons, the turbulent spirit of the Shang Dynasty, rebellions and wars everywhere, and harm to people, there would never be as many people who came to seek immortality and seek ways to escape the world as they are now.
Chen Shaobai counted carefully and found that there were more than 36,700 people who had reached a certain level of firm belief. The spiritual thoughts of these people gathered together and condensed into an invisible canopy of faith with inexplicable power, breaking through the sky. After dispersing the evil spirit of the dark cloud, some little monsters and little devils did not dare to approach.
¡°A lie told a hundred times becomes the truth, not to mention that this time there is a real miracle coming to the world? There are traces of the arrival of immortals everywhere in the thousands of mountains. Some smart people who originally did not believe in strange powers and chaotic gods have also changed their minds and become more fanatical believers.
"I, Li Sansi, hereby make a great wish to spend all my family wealth to cast a golden and gilded silver statue for the immortal, just to protect my descendants!"
A middle-aged man in a tight-fitting swordsman's uniform knelt on the ground and solemnly slapped his head three times on the bamboo forest where Chen Shaobai had practiced in seclusion a few days ago. His face was solemn, his eyes were firm and persistent, and the sincerity in it was audible. Feeling.
Hearsay, scorn, attitude gradually changed, doubts, devout faith Li Sansi's attitude changed in just one month.
He committed too many sins in the early years, which resulted in disaster for his children. He and his beloved wife fought night and night, and few children were born. Even if they did, they would not survive the full moon. He used his own connections to invite famous doctors from the countryside and imperial doctors. tried, but none of them worked.
?? What is the use of a family fortune that has been built up through a lifetime of hard work if there are no descendants to inherit it?
"A statue with a golden body and gilded silver? Are you not afraid of making the wrong appearance and making the 'gods' angry?"
Seeing that he was interesting, Chen Shaobai stopped hiding. He just stepped out and hid among the crowd. His breath was calm and gentle, and he cast a small secret method on his body to hide his true form. Dharma blood is restrained and deep, not exposed at all, just like ordinary people.
Li Sansi turned around and looked at Chen Shaobai. He saw a hazy scene. He seemed extremely handsome, but also extremely ugly. He seemed tall and burly, but also short and weak.
Faintly, Li Sansi felt something familiar, but no matter how he traced the origin and racked his brains, he couldn't recall even half of it. However, he saw that it was light and breezy, and there was a smell that ordinary people didn't have, so he shook his head, and it was right. He bowed his hands in the Eight Sutras: "Brother, don't be surprised! I knelt down here for seven days and seven nights, fasted and bathed every day, and prayed devoutly. Finally, half a day ago I saw the true face of the immortal."
When he said this, some of his brilliance began to fly, and his face was radiant and eye-catching: "Half a day ago, I thought about it very much and had a strong desire to respect the immortal. In a hazy moment, I was lucky enough to see the appearance of the True Immortal Huang Lin. .¡±
This Li Sansi seems to be a well-known figure, and when he made such a slightly absurd move, hundreds of people came to watch, blocking the small mountain road and alley.
"Half a day ago? Wasn't that the time when I found the reason for my rapid growth in cultivation and fed back my spiritual power through the fragment of King Zhuang?"
Chen Shaobai was startled, with a faint smile on his face: "I was born lazy, but I also have a pious heart. Half a day ago, I saw the true face of the immortal in a trance. Why don't you pick up your brush and paint? Let¡¯s prove it together.¡±
There seemed to be quite a few people who had seen Chen Shaobai's appearance half a day ago. As soon as this suggestion was made, many people seconded it.
"Some people can see the true appearance of gods, but some people can't. What does this mean? What does it mean?
Although it was not stated clearly, thousands of wonderful speculations emerged in people's minds, and some tourists who were slightly knowledgeable and originally harbored doubts and contempt were also shaken.¡°If what these believers who claim to have dreamed about the true appearance of gods are true, wouldn¡¯t it be
"Okay! Although I am not talented, I have cultivated my character. I have been practicing calligraphy and painting for more than 20 years. I can't draw the elegant style of an immortal, but I still want everyone to have a glimpse of my face."
The crowd surged, and many people with various thoughts encouraged Li Sansi. Although he was a little famous, there were not many mediocre people around him. Surrounded by these existences like stars holding the moon in their arms, his mind was agitated. He called a few followers, brought in the copywriting, laid out the rice paper, picked up a big brush like a rafter, dipped it in ink, and started painting.
Li Sansi's painting speed is extremely slow, but his profound skills are simply astonishing. In just a few strokes, he depicts the background and skyline of Qiuhuan Mountain, including strange peaks, spiritual grass, blue sky and tall trees, as well as The gods who live in the bamboo forest appear one by one.
It took a full hour to draw these. He was so tired that he was sweating profusely. The attendant beside him changed several handkerchiefs to prevent the sweat from dripping onto the paper.
Finally, Li Sansi began to paint fairy tales. I saw him changing to a gold-drawing pen, holding his breath and concentrating on sketching on the paper.
What appeared in front of everyone was the outline of a room in white robes.
"There are some ways!" Chen Shaobai was not surprised. This kind of visit was firstly to adjust his mood, and secondly, to perform "miracles" to make these people's beliefs more firm and lasting, so that he could practice for a longer period of time.
He turned his head and found that the surroundings were crowded with people. If it were not for the protection of many powerful servants and entourage of the Li family nursing home, the onlookers would have crowded in and tore the scroll to pieces.
Fortunately, they are located on a low ground, and many sword practitioners have extraordinary attainments and excellent eyesight, and can see from very far away. Otherwise, there would be many conflicts.
Li Sansi paints people with his brush.
The hearts of the onlookers were in suspense at the same time. There were obviously thousands of people present, but it was extremely quiet. Only the sound of the breeze passing by was left in their ears. Occasionally, someone can't help but swallow, and a gurgling sound can be heard.
"I'm sorry, I'm really tired. If I can't draw the immortal's true appearance, it's a small matter. If I draw a bad appearance, it's a heinous sin, and Li can't bear it!"
Having whetted the appetite of the onlookers to the extreme, Li Sansi suddenly put down the small gold-painting pen in his hand and said these words.
"What are you doing! Are you kidding us?"
"Mother Xipi, do you still want to open the Li family's tomb and coffin business in Gunzhou?"
"Li Sansi, I order you to continue painting."
With so many people shouting and denouncing, and so much resentment gathering, even the peak swordsman might not be able to stand firm, let alone Li Sansi, who is only a mere swordsman?
For a moment, Li Sansi's face turned pale and his hands trembled.
At this time, Chen Shaobai, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke: "Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, swords, riding and shooting, which one does not consume a lot of effort? Now if he is forced to paint, even if he can barely draw it, I am afraid it will be vulgar and unsightly, so why not let him Take a break?¡±
Chen Shaobai can completely understand and sympathize with everyone's condemnation. After all, Li Sansi's behavior is similar to reading serialized novels in his previous life. The reader is seeing superb, but the author suddenly becomes an eunuch.
But seeing this "devout believer" in distress, he still helped him.
As soon as these words came out, they carried an inexplicable power, as if an old monk was singing Brahma, and a basin of clear spring poured down from the Tianmen, immediately extinguishing everyone's anger.
Li Sansi also knew that he had offended the public, so he only had time to cast a grateful look at Chen Shaobai, and then he apologized quickly, made a promise, moved his words with emotion, reasoned with them, and said all his good words. It took him an hour to Rest time.
I saw him facing the eastern bamboo forest, sitting down on his knees, closing his eyes and meditating. He didn't know whether he was praying or practicing meditation.
The vast majority of the thousands of people present are mortals who have not cultivated magic power. Even secular swordsmen who have gathered magic power are nothing in front of Chen Shaobai. If they want to attack, they can be destroyed with just one breath.
With the secret technique of changing appearance and concealing Qi at his side, his actions did not attract covetous or prying eyes.
After doing this, Chen Shaobai sat down cross-legged on the spot and closed his eyes to practice, just like those visitors to the immortal who were on the sidelines.
Li Sansi is a serious guy. When he paints, he must consider and consider every stroke, brewing and brewing, painting from sunrise to sunset.
Before you know it, the night is as cool as water and the stars are shining in the sky.
The waiter lit a scented oil lamp and wanted to illuminate his field of vision to help Li Sansi paint, but was stopped by a richly dressed young man.
"The cold light is mainly the main light, the hot light is the mainSecondly, when the portrait is about to be completed, how can you use an oil lamp to dampen the mood? "
After saying that, he offered a fist-sized luminous pearl and set it on the copywriting. After receiving the brilliance of the stars in the sky, the soft and crystal light gradually emitted, illuminating the area ten feet in radius, making it look like daylight.
"Oh? Since Mr. Zhang is so elegant, I can't keep it to myself."
With a hint of pride on his face, another young master from an aristocratic family asked his entourage to fetch a larger, more complete, purer, and more dazzling luminous pearl.
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At the Yin hour, tigers roar in the mountains and forests, and the sun rises, casting its first purple clouds.
And Li Sansi¡¯s picture scroll was finally completed. (To be continued. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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