Aiming for the Immortal Path

Before Su Twelve could make a move, in front of the crowd, Xu Qingfeng from the Centenary Academy who had led the way earlier, made a move first.

Arriving in front of the monk who was polishing the bricks, Xu Qingfeng asked: "May I ask, Master, is this the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect?"

"The poor monk is busy!" The monk just raised his head and glanced at Xu Qingfeng, then continued his movements.

Xu Qingfeng continued to ask: "What is Master busy with?"

The monk didn't even raise his head, and a voice came out from his mouth, "The poor monk has forgotten his own appearance, and wants to use this brick to grind a mirror to see what he looks like clearly. Can you...can you help me?"

Xu Qingfeng rolled his eyes and reminded loudly: "What the master is polishing is a brick!"

"Of course the poor monk knows that he wants to use this brick to grind out a mirror. If you can help, please help. If you can't, leave as soon as possible!"

The monk squatted on the ground and kept moving his hands.

"Um……?"

Xu Qingfeng groaned and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

As soon as the monk said these words, all the monks in the courtyard were shocked.

It was immediately clear that what the other party said was a test set by the master of the Zen Academy.

However, looking at the bricks and stones being polished in each other's hands, the monks frowned one after another.

"What this monk is holding is just an ordinary brick, and he uses the brick to grind out a mirror. How is it possible to do this?"

"Buddhist people like to practice meditation and speak Zen language. If it is so easy to do, how can it be called a test?"

"Perhaps... the key to the problem is not the bricks and mirrors in his hands. What he said at the beginning was that he forgot his face and wanted to see his appearance clearly. In this case, wouldn't it be better to draw his appearance or give him a mirror directly? Can?"

…

There was a rustling sound, and soon a monk made a suggestion.

Everyone’s voices rang out, the courtyard

The two monks in the middle remained still and turned a deaf ear to everyone's voices.

Listening to the voice coming from his ears, Xu Qingfeng's thoughts moved slightly, and he was about to continue speaking. But when the words came to his mouth, his eyes rolled, but he did not make any move in a hurry.

At the same time, another monk with a vicissitudes of face stepped forward.

This monk's beard and hair are white, his clothes are embroidered with ink landscape paintings, and he carries a painting pen on his back.

As he walked, his body exuded bursts of rich ink aura, as well as bursts of sharp and powerful aura.

When he came to the monk, the vicissitudes monk was not anxious for the monk to speak out, but his eyes fell on Xu Qingfeng.

"Will Fellow Daoist Xu continue to try? If Fellow Daoist Xu doesn't try, he will be old and incompetent. I would like to try to clear up the doubts in the little master's heart."

"It turns out that it is Taoist friend Dan Qingzi who entered Taoism through calligraphy and painting. Xu has little talent and knowledge, and could not think of how to solve this master's problem for the moment. Taoist friend has a method, but there is no harm in trying!"

Xu Qingfeng smiled, cupped his hands, and took a few steps back calmly as he spoke.

Only then did Dan Qingzi's eyes fall on the monk in front of him. Before he could speak, he stretched out his painting pen and flew into the air.

With a wave of his hand, a three-foot-long spiritual paper appeared in front of him.

The next moment, Danqingzi splashed ink, with the Danqing pen in his hand full of ink, dotting or brushing, the ink was dripping and majestic, fully demonstrating his extraordinary painting skills.

In the blink of an eye, the painting pen in the air suddenly stopped and flew back behind the painting child.

The spiritual paper floated down in the air, and a portrait of a human figure suddenly appeared on the originally white and flawless paper.

This figure was no one else, but the monk who was grinding bricks into mirrors in front of him.

Draw figures and make them come alive

, lifelike, not only similar in appearance, but also similar in spirit.

"What a talented artist. He is worthy of being a master of calligraphy and painting. His skill in painting is truly astonishing."

"In ordinary portraits, this monk may not look like him. But in this painting, the monk's charm is included in it. When the other party sees such a scene, he can't say that he doesn't remember his appearance, right?"

"It seems that there is hope that the first hurdle of Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect will be broken by fellow Taoist Dan Qingzi."

…

When people in the distance saw the portrait on the spiritual paper, they sighed and marveled again.

Hearing the praise behind him, Dan Qingzi's mouth corners slightly rose.

He raised his hand and waved lightly, and the spiritual paper floated down at the feet of the monk in front of him.

"As the master just said, he has forgotten his own appearance. He is old and incapable of talent, and has painted the master's appearance with his meager painting skills. Master, please take a look." .??.

The mirror-grinding monk's hands were still moving, but after a startling glance, his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he froze on the spot.

When others look at the portrait, they only feel that the shape is similar in spirit. But when he looks at his own portrait, he feels that there is an invisible force that directly touches the soul, making his appearance in the painting rooted in the depths of his mind and lingering in it.

Such exquisite painting skills made the mirror-grinding monk temporarily lost his mind, and the movements of his hands were unavoidable.

But in just a moment, the mirror-grinding monk shook his head vigorously, with a look of shame on his face, "Amitabha, it's a sin!"

"Huh? Master, what do you mean by this? Master said that he would forget his own appearance, and I helped him remember his own appearance. How can he say that he is guilty?"

When Dan Qingzi saw this, he immediately frowned and showed dissatisfaction.

Monk Mojing said aloud: "The donor's superb painting skills are indeed admirable. However, the person in the painting is just the poor monk in the donor's eyes, but not the poor monk's original appearance."

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression returned to like

Often, continue to polish the bricks and stones in your hands.

"Oh? In the eyes of the old man, is he a master? It makes sense...it makes sense! For the past hundred years, the old man has always believed that his painting skills have reached the limit."

"Today, one look at Master Wen has solved many years of confusion in my heart."

"It turns out that the old man is just getting started with the art of painting."

When Dan Qingzi heard this, he was startled at first, and kept mumbling in his tight mouth.

After a moment, a light flashed in his eyes, his face suddenly revealed, as if he had some realization, and the aura around his body was filled with excitement. After a while, the aura converged, and no sharp aura emitted from the whole person, giving people a feeling of returning to nature.

Looking at the monk in front of him again, Dan Qingzi's eyes showed gratitude, and he cupped his hands and thanked him.

Immediately, the corners of his mouth raised, he laughed and retreated into the crowd.

"this……"

When everyone in the venue saw this scene, they looked at each other in confusion, and looked at Dan Qingzi with a hint of envy unconsciously.

The changes in Dan Qingzi's aura were fleeting, but there were all discerning people present, so he didn't know, but the other party must have realized something.

The road of cultivating immortality, the road of seeking Taoism, cultivating the body and cultivating the mind!

The road to enlightenment is the journey of cultivating the mind.

The Taoist... cannot be described, and can only rely on enlightenment.

A single thought can significantly improve a monk's strength. Dan Qingzi's aura went from being aggressive and outgoing to being extremely restrained.

Invisibly, the strength has improved a lot.

If you continue to accumulate in the future, not only will your strength be further improved, but your cultivation speed will also be increased by a few points.

After a moment of envy, everyone's eyes once again focused on the mirror-grinding monk, each frowning slightly.

Danqingzi's enlightenment is certainly enviable.

But for this trip, everyone has a more important purpose.