Soul Painter

In the inspiration fragments of Tao Te Ching.

Gao Fan looked at the 'Lao Tzu' in front of him.

Very skeptical to ask:

"You are... Lao Tzu?"

"Amituofo, I am Lao Tzu."

"But what you're wearing is cassock." Gao Fan pointed to his resplendent yellow and red jacket and said, "And where's your cow? Where's your hair?!"

The "Lao Tzu" in front of him, who was clearly a monk, smiled and replied: "Don't you know that Lao Tzu has turned into a beard? I am also a Buddha."

Gao Fan has not only heard about Laozi Huahu, but also studied it. In order to make a portrait of Laozi, he has studied Laozi's life. Of course, the ten volumes of "Laozi Huahu Jing" are also within the scope of his study. The saying Laozi Huahu , The controversy is too big, there are various angles, so I won’t talk about it, anyway, there is indeed such a thing.

"So, your inspiration is divided into two episodes?" Gao Fan suddenly understood that the previous episode was "Lao Tzu", which cannot be described, and the next episode is "Buddha", which may be able to be included in the painting.

"Wait~" Gao Fan thought of this, and immediately took out his drawing board, ready to draw a portrait of the Buddha in front of him.

"Wait a minute." The monk stopped Gao Fan, "I was traveling all the way west and came across these two objects, did you drop them?"

On the side behind the monk, there was a sudden 'ow' sound, and a majestic white saber-toothed tiger appeared.

On the other side, there appeared a three-meter stele carried by a stone turtle. On the stele, the words "Open when encountering heights" were particularly conspicuous.

"The sixth and seventh coordinates of the seven sages?!" Gao Fan was surprised. He had seen these two scenes on the ancient ice field before. He asked the monk, "You picked up these two... objects? How did you pick them up? of?"

"It must be fate." The monk said, "It seems that they are destined to be with me, and also with you."

"It's fate~" Gao Fan laughed.

So when Lao Tzu became a Buddha, he not only got rid of the crisis of having the silver key to paint his portrait, but also brought out the ancestral tomb of the eternal demon that left the coordinates on him?

As expected of me.

When the monk was talking, the white saber-toothed tiger, which was taller than him when he was walking, roared a few times behind him, then lay down on the side of the blue stone, as if taking the place of the blue bull.

And on the stone tablet with the words "open when you encounter height", it can be seen more clearly. The stone tablet is not made of stone, but it seems to be made of stacked barnacles. In the past tense, the light of the sky can be seen faintly.

"It's very exciting to draw three scenes at once~" Gao Fan realized that he had a chance to deal with Wang Shiluo at one time, "Buddha, please sit down and don't move, the tiger's head is tilted this way, that piece The stele, can you change the angle of the stele..."

Gao Fan tugged at the drawing board.

But just about to put pen to paper.

Suddenly, I felt that the sky in front of me was dark.

The sky suddenly darkened.

And there are lightning and thunder hidden in the clouds.

Gao Fan looked up, vaguely feeling that the wind and rain were about to invade this fragment of inspiration.

Take another look at your 'model'.

He shuddered and took a step back.

Because that was no longer the benevolent and benevolent humanoid monk, his stature suddenly swelled to a size of ten meters!

And the form can be called indescribable horror.

Strange flesh grew out of his head, like the flesh that had been squeezed out of a sieve, but it didn't have the blood color of the flesh, it was just white whiskers that began to form white balls on his head.

There was a curved 'fan' behind him. The 'fan' was the skin bulging out from the shoulder blades. It was white and dazzling, and it glowed even paler, forming a light behind him.

The nails under his feet began to grow wildly, and finally turned into a lotus shape, making him cross his feet to sit down.

Overall, the monk in front of him looks like a Buddha statue mutated from flesh, bone and nails.

On his side, the tiger and the stele were all gone, leaving only two faint shadows in the wind and rain, which only existed but had no sense of existence.

"Aren't you going to draw me?"

"Draw it!"

The Bone Buddha let out a loud shout.

"I don't care..." Gao Fan murmured.

Boom!

There was a thunderbolt from the sky.

It rained heavily.

It is also poured on Gao Fan's sanity, his sanity value in the system is dropping at the speed of '-1', '-1', ''-1', and a large number of 'Amituofo', 'Amituofo' The grand Buddha's voice like Buddha' is forming a strange melody along with the storm, dancing in his ears and causing chaos in his reason.

Obviously, Gao Fan is facing a mysterious invasion.

I don't know how to find a Buddha as a substitute, but whether this Buddha is a Buddha is still a question.

But He must be a foreign object capable of defeating human reason!

"I don't believe it!"

Gao Fan gritted his teeth, relying on his 45 points of occultism and his spare SAN value was close to full, he began to paint for the Buddha statue in front of him in the wind and rain.

The world is turbulent, but Gao Fan's brushes and drawing boards are not affected.

He takes the outline first.

From the Buddha's head to the Buddha's body to the Buddha's feet, with Gao Fan's stroke, he must draw them all in a rough shape.

Gao Fan stared at Buddha's bald head covered with buds.

And when his eyes focused on that place, he saw all the white fleshy teeth fluttering towards him like tender pistils ready to bloom, blown by the spring breeze, and on each fleshy tooth, They all gave birth to a round eye, and they were blinking at him affectionately...

Pooh!

Gao Fan felt a tightness in his chest and almost vomited blood.

And the infinite Buddha voice is screaming in the brain.

There was a sharp drop in sanity, a decrease of 3.

On the body of the Buddha, the divine disk supported by the shoulder blades at the back, Gao Fan noticed that there were infinite details on it, some strange stripes hovered on it, waiting for Gao Fan to pay attention to observe, what are these stripes, suddenly , Each stripe sees crystal clear bone marrow, and there are densely packed worms in the bone marrow. The worms crawl around, and a river of worms flows out on the bone god disc.

Pooh!

Gao Fan really vomited a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the Buddha in front of him yelled: "You don't believe me! How to paint me? If you want to paint me, take refuge in my Buddha!"

...

Gao Fan's face was pale.

Waking up suddenly from inspiration.

It was as if he had just had a short sleep.

However, the sanity value in the system, which was already on the verge of collapse, made him busy to increase the spare SAN value, adding a full 33 points, before bringing his sanity back to 80.

Just now, for the portrait of the flesh and blood Buddha, it actually dropped 33 sanity points, it was like facing the old days.

"This is not right... This is not right..." Gao Fan wanted to stand up, but almost fell, he hurriedly supported the stool, and the stool's feet made a sharp sound on the floor.

Anna rushed over when she heard the sound, and was startled when she saw Gao Fan's appearance, and hurried over to help him.

"It's all right..." Gao Fan waved his hand to indicate that he was all right, "It's just a little bit of stimulation."

"Are you too courageous to directly paint a portrait of God?" A voice sounded.

Gao Fan turned his head and saw Gao Zhengdao.

"It's not like I haven't painted a picture of a god before." Gao Fan settled down and began to argue with his 'law'. He is the most energetic at this time of day, "What's more, his rank is at most a high one, and he can't be called a god. .”

Now, Gao Fan believes that the old days are the gods, and the upper and lower races, according to his current accumulation of knowledge, are not incomprehensible or out of reach.

"You mean a portrait of a cat?" Gao Zhengdao said with sarcasm, "Think carefully, are you painting a portrait of a cat? Didn't you just draw a ceremony?"

"I..." Gao Fan was about to refute, but suddenly felt that Gao Zhengdao was right.

The so-called portrait of the cat, the final result is not a real portrait, but a ritual created.

"That's right... the ceremony." Gao Fan's eyes lit up.

"What's the key to the ceremony?" Gao Zhengdao asked.

"Faith?" Gao Fan guessed.

"That's right." Gao Zhengdao said, "So...?"

"I don't believe him, so how can I paint him?" Gao Fan said.

"Then what are you going to do now?" Gao Zhengdao said.

"Monk!" Gao Fan stood up and slapped the table.

"Right...wait?" Gao Zhengdao felt that he didn't mean that.

"That's right~" Gao Fan became excited, "I can paint a portrait of Mimao, because I am a believer in Mimao, I am a believer in art, but I don't believe in Buddhism, he also said, I have to convert to If I draw him, then I will take refuge and believe in him, and I will be able to draw him!"

"Gao, you want to become a monk?" Anna couldn't hear Gao Zhengdao's words, but Gao Fan himself said a lot, and finally he slapped the table with himself and came to a conclusion.

Anna immediately judged that Gao Fan's idea was, first, he was going crazy, and second, he was going crazy in front of many people.

...

"What did you say you were going to do?" Lawrence who hurried over asked Gao Fan.

"I wasn't too sure at first, but now I'm sure." Gao Fan said to Lawrence, "Don't you expect me to create a great work? Think about it, if it is one that 400 million Buddhists are crazy about." A painting, is it great? There are only so many people in Boston, three million people, which will be a hundred times greater than "Bostonians"!"

"But what are you going to do? Do you want Buddhists from all over the world to paint your portrait?" Lawrence frowned. This plan is too crazy to be accomplished.

"So I want to become a monk!" Gao Fan said.

Lawrence didn't understand the relationship between the two at all!