My Weird Life

Chapter 1422 Eighty-Eight Immortals Volume (Part 1)

What did the monk go through to be able to imagine such a terrifying 'infinite hell'? !

"All living beings are Buddhas, and Buddhas are rubble..." Wu Daoxuan murmured. In such a world of despair and no support, he tried to find some support. He casually grabbed a writing brush and wrote Under the pitch black foot, there are countless lifelike human figures sketched——

In fantasy.

The clouds trembled, and streaks of colorful light converged in Wu Daoxuan's brushstrokes. Fuzzy figures flowed out from his brushstrokes, endowed with some unparalleled divinity and spirituality. Within this illusion, they instantly grew into a series of powerful spirits of heaven and earth. !

All the powerful spirits of heaven and earth, or making tea and listening to the piano among the rivers and valleys;

Or play chess under the old trees and wild willows;

Or drive a horse across the sky, or drive a dragon to gallop across the rivers and seas!

The rich spirituality molded the divine charm that fell from the sky, and then connected with the corpses in the hell phases transformed by Jianzhen, turning them from death to life, and turning them into gods!

The "hell phase" that Jianzhen evolved was actually the various experiences he had after his contact with ghosts and Buddhas.

The terror, nothingness, and despair revealed in all these experiences inspired Wu Daoxuan's endless inspiration. Those gods paraded among the clouds and flew in the mist, suddenly turning this illusion into a fairy cave. !

Su Wu felt the charm of heaven and man intertwined here, and his face was full of smiles.

Ji Xingzhou, on the other hand, was filled with horror - after a cursory glance, he discovered that Wu Daoxuan had copied dozens of images of the charms of heaven and humans.

Among them, he could not guess the level of the tyrannical ones, and he felt uncertain and did not dare to take action to create a human armor. The weaker ones, after being transformed into armors, could also imprison the ferocious level that Su Wu said. Creepy levels.

If those slightly stronger Imitation Spirits were transformed into armor, they would definitely be at the Ghost King level!

Ji Xingzhou was shocked and turned around to look at Su Wu. He saw that Su Wu looked satisfied, but he seemed to have expected this situation: "You come from later generations, should you know the origin of this painting?"

Su Wu smiled and nodded: "I never thought that the Painting Saint would be the first to copy this scroll.

This painting should be "Eighty-Seven Immortals Scroll" - the present time is different from the past, or it may be more appropriate to call it "Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll". "

"Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll...

There are eighty-eight gods on the Immortal Scroll, which can be used to imitate eighty-eight kinds of paintings and refine eighty-eight kinds of human armor? "Ji Xingzhou was even more horrified!

"That's the case." Su Wu responded with a satisfied expression. He raised his eyes to look at the imitating gods living among the clouds and mist, and saw Wu Daoxuan's thoughts on the 'Queen Mother of the West', 'Tai Shang Laojun', and 'Dragon Lord of the Four Seas'. ' and many other depictions of gods.

These many prototypes of gods are by no means what Wu Daozi depicts today. For example, the "Queen Mother of the West" with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the "Tai Shang Laojun" with an immortal demeanor are far from their true prototypes, but Wu Daoxuan It expresses inner fantasies about various gods, but makes it possess a certain spirituality that those 'real gods' do not possess!

This kind of spirituality supports Wu Daoxuan's inner world, enabling him to resist and break through the "eternal hell" evolved by Jianzhen!

This outpouring of spirituality makes the so-called "copying the charm of painting" truly become "copying the spirit of painting"!

"I finally have a clearer understanding of Wu Daozi's talent today.

With his talent for "the finishing touch", no one can replace him in painting. "Ji Xingzhou praised repeatedly, suddenly having a lot of expectations for the future, "I wonder if there will be someone in the future who can compete with him in poetry and calligraphy? "

"There will definitely be."

Thinking of Li Bai, Du Fu, Huai Su and others after that, Su Wu answered Ji Xingzhou's question with a calm expression.

Ji Xingzhou raised his head and looked around at the many spiritual gods all over the sky, and said: "The three most powerful imitation gods among them, I am worried that I cannot fully integrate them into the human armor, and exert these three imitation gods." What do you think about the whole charm of the three-step process of imitating the creation of human armor by the gods, while someone else is there to help you?"

He calls the three most powerful imitation gods, namely the 'Queen Mother of the West', 'Tai Shang Laojun' and 'Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva'.

"Okay." Su Wu agreed.

There are clouds and mist all around, and the spiritual light emitted by the imitating gods makes the clouds colorful and colorful, making this place like a fairy palace in heaven.

At this time, Ji Xingzhou carefully counted the imitation gods in Zhoutian, and said with a puzzled expression: "There are eighty-seven imitation gods here, why are they called the 'Eighty-Eight Immortals Scroll'?"

Where is the eighty-eighth imitation god? "

Su Wu did not respond to his question.

He concentrated his mind again and counted the many imitating gods again.

After counting this time, there seemed to be eighty-eight imitation gods in the sky, which were exactly what Su Wu said - but Ji Xingzhou was not an idiot who couldn't count. His spiritual cultivation was far beyond anyone's, and he had already seen it. Don’t forget, if you have three things in mind, how could you have miscounted the number of imitated gods before?

Ji Xingzhou was startled and doubtful, and felt that something was wrong with the current situation, so he counted the many imitating gods again.

This time, he only counted eighty-seven imitation gods.

——He immediately understood that this situation was unusual, and cast his inquiring gaze on Su Wu. Su Wu responded to him at this time: "The eighty-eighth imitation god, on the scroll, can be called The 'blank' should be in the secret of heaven, and should be called 'Yisu', or 'Xuanbian'."

"How can this 'Mysterious Immortal' be used to achieve the status of a living person?

The eighty-seven imitating gods here cannot be reflected by my mind, how can I collect them?" Ji Xingzhou frowned and said.

Su Wu shook his head and did not respond to Ji Xingzhou's question.

The mysterious and yellow charm suddenly fell on his head, and in a moment it condensed into the 'Huangtian Fazhi', hanging high in the center of this cloud and mist illusion!

With the 'Huangtian Fazhi', the illusion collapsed in an instant. Wu Daozi's spirit had just escaped from the hell, and just after a moment of clarity, he returned directly to his body. I don't know what happened afterwards-and when the illusion was broken, in the dark cracks, the Huangtian Fazhi suddenly turned over and faced the eighty-seven imitating gods with its back!

The eighty-seven imitating spirits were still singing and dancing, playing chess and drinking in the virtual space, but among these eighty-seven imitating spirits, the "Xuanbian Yishu" that even Ji Xingzhou only slightly noticed and seemed to be there and not there was suddenly restrained by the Xuanhuang Fazhi!

Boom!

The rolling divine charm of heaven suddenly filled into this dark gap and tore it to pieces!

Before that, Su Wu had already taken Ji Xingzhou out of this gap!

Ji Xingzhou turned around and looked back, and saw that the eighty-seven imitating spirits were directly strangled to pieces by the divine charm of heaven, and his face was full of regret for a while!

When he turned around again, he and Su Wu had returned to the thatched cottage in the backyard of the hall.