Chapter 80: The Realm of Transcendence and Sanctification
"If you are willing to give it to me, I will marry you." What Zhou Hua didn't expect was that An Ran actually said such words that stunned Zhou Hua. This woman was too tough.
"That's right, if you give it to us, I will marry you too." Just when Zhou Hua thought An Ran's words were very powerful, he heard an even more powerful word. Marry him together, Zhou Hua? That's all men
Everyone dreams of the blessing of being together.
"Girl, what are you talking nonsense about? What does it mean to marry him together? How did the master teach you? How can you talk nonsense like this?" After listening to An Ran and Anya's words, Mr. Li felt blushing. This girl is so cute.
, that is, sometimes he would say things like this that would make an old man like him blush.
"Master, are you kidding? I want to use this method to get the baby. Basically, men can't stand the temptation of the two of us together." Seeing her master getting angry, Anya explained in a low voice.
"Hahaha."
"Hahaha." After hearing Anya's explanation, everyone else laughed. This girl is indeed cute enough. This idea is also powerful enough, and it is completely a honey trap.
"It's okay to lend it to you for a while. If you get tired of playing with it, how about returning it to me?" Zhou Hua thought for a while and came up with a method that he thought was a good one. In this case, this legendary Hou Yi's
The Noble Phantasm still belongs to him, Zhou Hua, but it can also meet the requirements of the twin sisters.
"Okay. Okay." An Ran and Anya were very happy with Zhou Hua's proposal. Although it didn't belong to them, they could own it for a period of time, which was enough. This treasure allowed them to
It can shock many people and completely satisfy their vanity.
"I believe everyone knows the value of this precious phantom. It is definitely a national treasure and the pinnacle of Lu Ban's work. It is definitely not worse than anything else, and it has been preserved for a very long time. It is enough to see the superb level of Master Lu Ban. I believe
Does everyone have any objections?" Mr. Li said, looking around and asking everyone.
Everyone nodded. This precious phantom is really shocking. How on earth is such a thing made? What kind of exquisite design is required.
"Zhou Hua, please bring out that painting of yours." Mr. Li immediately said to Zhou Hua. He was looking forward to it more and more now. What kind of painting Zhou Hua would bring out would definitely be extremely shocking.
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"Okay." Zhou Hua didn't show any pretense and took out the painting.
"This painting." Mr. Li couldn't help but frowned, because he didn't see anything special about this painting in his first impression, but after a while, Mr. Li smiled.
"Bring a candle." Mr. Li said to sisters An Ran and Anya.
"Okay." An Ran and Anya quickly replied. They were also very familiar with this place and quickly found the candle.
Mr. Li lit the candle, then picked up the painting and placed it directly over the candle, very close to the candle.
"Teacher, you want to burn this painting. Zhou Hua spent a million on this painting. It would be a pity to burn it like this." Seeing this situation, Anya said quickly, she thought
My teacher wants to burn this painting.
"You, I asked you to study hard, but you are just lazy. You can't even tell this." After listening to Anya's words, Mr. Li couldn't help but shake his head, a little dumbfounded. His apprentice's talent is pretty good, and he has achieved some success now.
Originally he was quite proud, but now it seems that he just can't do anything, especially compared with Zhou Hua and Lu Yiming, the gap is not as big as usual.
Anya stuck out her tongue and said nothing. She knew that she must have guessed wrong.
Everyone around laughed. It was obvious that everyone else saw what Mr. Li was thinking. If you want this painting to show its true colors, you must use this method to protect the painting.
Remove the layers, remove his disguise.
As time went by, drops of oily substance dripped from the painting, and the appearance of the painting also changed a lot. It was the same horse. It was still lifeless just now, and it seemed that there was no trace of it.
It was full of vitality, but now it has become vivid and looks like a real horse.
"Ang." Everyone suddenly seemed to hear the sound of a horse braying.
"Did you hear it? I seem to hear the horse in this painting braying." Mr. Li said in surprise.
"Yes, I heard it too. I thought I was hallucinating, but it turns out you heard it too, Mr. Li. This is so unreal." Then, Mr. Huang also said.
"It's absolutely true. I heard it too. It's incredible. The horse in the painting actually seemed to make a sound, and we all heard it." Mr. Liu also said.
Suddenly, everyone seemed to see the horse walking out of the painting and running around the house. Anya even tried to touch it, and it felt like the real thing. The horse even glared at her.
One glance made her shrink back in fright.
"This horse has no tail, I seem to have heard this story before." Mr. Li's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Teacher, what's the story?" An Ran and Anya asked in unison. Everyone else looked at Mr. Li one after another. It seemed that Mr. Li knew what the painting was.
"This is a story about the painting sage Wu Daozi. During the Tang Dynasty, the painting sage Wu Daozi came to Jizu Mountain. The moon was particularly bright that night when he stayed at Jinding Temple. He drank with Zen Master Yuezhi in the moonlight and chatted about the past and present.
, the conversation was very speculative. The Zen Master said
"I've heard for a long time that the master is a master of painting. Taking advantage of this good night, I dare to ask the master to do an impromptu painting. Firstly, it will open the eyes of the poor monk, and secondly, it will also leave a permanent memorial to Han Temple. What do you think?" Wu Daozi kept saying it?
Nodding, the Zen master ordered the young monk to serve. The painter thought about it for a moment, then picked up the pen and painted a "Picture of a Standing Horse". The horse was really vivid.
The dragon appeared alive. Just when he was about to draw the last stroke, the ponytail, the painter felt chest tightness, nausea, and was very sad. He put down the brush and walked quickly to the courtyard and vomited. The deacon and monk hurriedly brought tea to the painter to wash up, and then returned to Zen.
He rested in his room. When he woke up the next day, the painter felt better, but he didn't remember painting the horse. After dinner, he said goodbye to the monks and went down the mountain.
After a few days, the Zen Master looked carefully at the "Picture of a Standing Horse" and realized that the horse's tail had not been painted yet. He was very sorry, but he had no choice but to hang it in the side room of the Zen hall. The Zen Master had to burn a pot of incense in front of the painting every day.
In memory of the master, I came to look at the horse picture. The more I looked at the horse, the more alive it became, as if it was neighing and about to jump off.
Once, a dozen farmers at the foot of the mountain rushed into the temple noisily and angrily said to the Zen master: "The bald-tailed horse in your temple comes to eat our crops every night. This time, it was chased by us.
I ran into your temple, and you have to pay back our crops."
The Zen master was really confused and said, "What kind of horses do Buddhists keep? If you don't believe me, please search the temple."
The farmers searched everywhere, but couldn't even see the shadow of the horse. They thought the Zen master must have hidden it, so they struggled with him endlessly. The Zen master thought for a long time, suddenly remembered the painting, and said to the farmers:
"My fellow villagers, it is true that the old monk has no horse, but he has a picture of a standing horse painted by Master Wu Daozi. Please come in and have a look."
When the farmers saw the horse in the picture, they were shocked. The bald-tailed horse was exactly the same as the bald-tailed horse they were chasing. It had a few green wheat seedlings in its mouth! So, he pointed at the horse in the picture.
The horse said: "That's it, eating our crops every day and night."
The Zen master was furious, pointed at the bald-tailed painted horse and cursed: "Beast, if I keep you here to harm others, I might as well send you to the fire pit."
As soon as he said this, the horse knelt down with tears in its eyes. The farmer was really surprised and thought it would be a pity to burn it, so he said: "Forget it, as long as it sincerely repented and stopped destroying the crops."
That’s it.”
From then on, people often saw a bald-tailed horse coming down from Jizu Mountain to help farmers work, carrying firewood, wheat, and rice. Many people didn't know its origin, but the more than ten farmers felt
Understand: it is the bald-tailed divine horse left behind by Wu Daozi. I always thought it was just a legend, just talked about and laughed at.
People just want to use such stories to illustrate that the paintings of the painting saint Wu Daozi are extraordinary and holy, which are difficult for ordinary people to compare with. But now it seems that the legend is true. Wu Daozi's paintings have reached an unprecedented height, and the paintings are better than others.
They are much higher." Mr. Li talked about some rumors about the painting saint Wu Daozi.
"So, isn't this the painting of the horse drawn by the saint Wu Daozi?" Anya asked Mr. Li.
"I think so. Only Wu Daozi in the world can draw such a painting. It seems that Wu Daozi has definitely reached an unprecedented height." Mr. Li said with emotion.
"Today is really an eye-opener. This is exactly the same as the legend. I never expected that I would see such a artistic painting one day. It is like turning dead things into living things. It seems to be the same as the legendary magic pen.
The effect of Ma Liang's painting is exactly the same." Mr. Huang kept nodding his head, looking at this painting, he was also very excited.
"I was originally worried that the skills of our generation would be lost to the next generation, and the standard would get worse and worse. But after seeing the duel between these two guys, I felt that my worries were in vain. What does it mean to be better than the master?
That's right. We are all really old." Mr. Liu looked at Zhou Hua and then at Lu Yiming, and said this. In his opinion, Lu Yiming's character is really not that good.
He looks a little superior, but his level is really beyond compare. If he hadn't happened to meet Zhou Hua today, he would have definitely won. Among the younger generation, he is definitely the leader. Not to mention among the younger generation, he is
When they competed with Lu Yiming, it was hard to say they could win. It was difficult for them to find anything comparable to what Lu Yiming found in the antique street in Hua City within a limited time.