Chapter 92 Great Ecstasy

Hearing the words of Hua Lao, the two stopped and turned around.

The old man stood up and bowed to the monks waiting in front of the stall and said, "Everyone, I'm sorry, the old man is going to close the stall today. If you want to paint, please be early tomorrow." After that, he waved his hands and packed up his east and walked towards Dijing and Zixian.

Seeing this, the monks in front of the stall shook their heads and sighed, turned around and left. Although they were dissatisfied, they did not dare to express it, in order to prevent offending this painting master and affecting themselves to paint.

"Can you two take a step to speak?" Hua Lao came to the front of the two and spoke.

Dijing also wanted to know what happened to this old man Hua, and the crowds here were full of people, which was indeed not a good place to speak, so he looked at his concubine, nodded and said, "But what he wants."

The painting is in front and the two are behind, and they are out of the free trading market.

Di Jing was also very impressed by this old painting master's ability, and wanted to figure out what kind of Taoist art it was, which could draw the soul of a living creature. It was obviously not something that ordinary people could use painting to enter the Tao.

Under the leadership of Hua Lao, the three of them rushed all the way and came to Shixianzhai again. Shixianzhai is not only a restaurant, but also provides accommodation for guests.

Dijing and Zixian came to the room where he lived with Hua. All the measures in the room were quite complete, and there were places to rest and places to practice.

"I wonder what's wrong with Mr. Hua? I'm named Dijing, this is the concubine." Dijing and his concubine sat down in the room and looked at Mr. Hua.

Old Hua looked at the concubine carefully, sighed slightly, and said, "Has the soul of this concubine been hurt, and it has not been cured yet?"

Di Jing glanced at the concubine and realized in his heart that the concubine's soul had been severely damaged, which led to the inability to practice and heal. Her parents could only seal it to prolong her life. Soul injury is the most difficult to heal. There are very few things in the world that can repair the soul, and each of them is extremely precious, and no one is willing to take it out for others to use.

The concubine nodded and said, "The Hua Lao is indeed as wise as a torch. Before I was born, my mother fought with the enemy and accidentally caught the enemy's spell. Although my mother was fine, I, who was already in the fertility, could not escape. My soul was hurt. My parents tried every means but could not cure me, so they sealed me."

"Well, it's true. I think your parents should seal you in an extremely cold place. I saw a cold air in your soul that has been suppressing the trauma of your soul." Old Hua nodded and said.

"Dare you dare to ask if Mr. Hua has a way to heal him?" Di Jing's heart moved and asked. This Mr. Hua seemed to be very knowledgeable about the soul and might know how to heal the trauma of the soul.

Old Hua shook his head slightly and asked, "Do you know what kind of magic is injured by the girl?"

"I heard from my parents that the name of this spell is called the Great Ecstasy."

"The great soul-absorbing technique is indeed the art as its name. After being hit, the soul gradually disappeared and turned into nothingness." Hua Lao nodded after hearing this, then paused, and said, "The great soul-absorbing technique will further touch the level of Tao. The old man's magic power is shallow and weak."

After hearing this, Dijing felt disappointed.

The concubine smiled and said, "I don't have to do this. I heard from my parents that the man is extremely powerful and has a profound study of the soul. Although he has not achieved enlightenment, his great soul-absorbing technique is extremely difficult even if a saint wants to solve it."

Di Jing nodded after hearing this. Although this old Huan is higher than his cultivation level, he is only at the peak of Xuanxian, and is probably much worse than his parents.

"I wonder why Mr. Hua has such a high level of cultivation, so why does he still have to paint with others everywhere?" Di Jing asked.

"Haha, this is the method of practicing the young man, drawing all appearances of sentient beings. Although the young man entered the Tao by painting, the essence of my Tao lies in the soul. Because most of the energy is concentrated in his eyes when he painted, he has gained a magical power after practicing, and can see the appearance of sentient beings' souls. This is also the reason why I can see that there is something wrong with the soul of the concubine." Hua Lao smiled and explained.

So that's it. Dijing nodded. No wonder he could tell at a glance whether he had painted a picture of someone. This is the reason.

"I wonder if the girl is willing to let the little old man draw a picture for you?" Hua Lao looked at his concubine.

The concubine looked at Dijing and nodded, "I'm so troublesome to paint it too old."

"No trouble, no trouble." After Hua Lao said that, he took out the painting paper and brush.

This time, the old paintings were much slower, and it seemed that it was very difficult to write.

Dijing felt a force flowing through the body of the concubine in the void, and then flowing to the brush in the hand of the old man Hua, wrapped around the tip of the pen and landed on the paper.

It took an hour to finish the painting.

"Miss's soul was severely damaged, and it seemed that it could disappear at any time. With the ability of the young man, he could only barely draw it for the girl." Hua Lao seemed a little tired.

The portrait is well painted, Di Jing looked at it at first sight and the characters on it were exactly the same as those of the concubines. They were dressed, demeanor, and hair. However, the characters on the painting looked a little misty and a little illusory, as if they would break through the air at any time and disappear. Only those eyes were full of brightness and full of light.

"Hua Lao, how could this painting be like this?" Di Jing could see the difference in the portrait at a glance.

"Oh, this painting is the soul of the concubine, which is ethereal and unpredictable. This is a manifestation of the serious injury of the soul. It can be said that this painting is the soul of the concubine. The characters on the painting will slowly fade and become illusory. Although they will not disappear in the end, they will also lose all their spirits. This means that the soul of the concubine is gradually weakening. The great soul-absorbing technique is already so powerful before entering the Tao."

Old Hua sighed slightly, and his eyes were slightly unbearable when he looked at his concubine.

After hearing the words of Hua Lao, Dijing was silent for a while.

The concubine took the painting, looked at it, and smiled and said, "The painting skills of the old man are excellent. Although I have met many painters, none of them are as good as those of the old man."

After hearing this, Hua Lao smiled slightly and said, "The little old man is just meticulous in this way. He can't praise the girl so much. This painting can be integrated into the soul. Although it cannot heal the trauma of the girl's soul, it can also relieve the girl's pain."

The concubine smiled and said, "I heard that Hua Lao only drew a portrait for each person. I should keep such a precious thing." After that, she put away the scroll.

"Maybe the old man's cultivation is not enough, but when he painted the same person for the second time, he could not draw the charm he should have." The old man shook his head and smiled slightly.

"This time I called the two, one for the harm caused by the soul of the concubine, and the other for this little friend of the imperial court." Old Hua turned his head and looked at the imperial court, with a slightly confused face.

"Oh? I don't know what the Hua Lao is doing?" Di Jing said in a little puzzled manner.

The concubine turned her head, looked at the imperial capital, and looked at the old man again.

"The little old man has been practicing painting all the way to such an extent through painting. It can be said that he has seen countless people and painted images of all kinds of creatures, but he has never seen a soul like the little friend of Dijing." Hua Lao looked at Dijing and spoke.

"Is there something wrong with Brother Dijing's soul appearance?" The concubine looked at Dijing and asked with some concern.
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