Soul Painter

Daku Temple is indeed the number one Taoist temple in the world.

Gao Fan had only been here for about ten days before he saw the 'Buddha'.

Although only in a dream.

Now, the thirty-two phases and eighty kinds of accompanying goodness, like a painting secret book, have deeply attracted Gao Fan's curiosity and attention.

But how to draw a Buddha, I forgot again after waking up.

It made Gao Fan feel as uncomfortable as scratching his heart with his claws.

Except for the incident of doubting the truth and illusion, Gao Fan has never tried to look like a Buddha in his inspiration, so that Gao Fan would doubt whether he was really dreaming.

Even if it is a dream, you have to get it back.

Gao Fan then fell into a deep sleep for three days.

But Daku Temple only had one meal a day at noon. After noon, even the abbot didn’t have anything to eat. What Gao Fan wanted to do, no one cared about him, but if he missed lunch, he would be hungry all day.

One day Gao Fan fell asleep and missed lunch, and at night he was so hungry that his eyes turned blue. Let alone painting Buddha, now he can draw a starving ghost to eat himself.

Moreover, God does not know where to go.

Gao Fan was so hungry that his eyes were black and blue. He picked up a brush and drew a chicken leg and a plate of dumplings for himself in a sketchbook. no.

But when he looked at the dumplings he drew, Gao Fan was happy again. It was filled with three delicacies, and it was vaguely the plate sent by Xiaoxue's mother next to Tianshi's studio...

Meow~

Suddenly, a cat meowing was heard.

Gao Fan saw a black figure jumping in from the door and plunged into his arms.

is God.

Not only God, God also has a steamed bun in his mouth.

"God, you are really my god~" Gao Fan grabbed the steamed bun and began stuffing it into his stomach.

I ate a steamed bun.

There is a little bottom in the stomach.

At this time, Gao Fan looked at his drawing again...Huh?

He suddenly saw that besides the chicken legs and dumplings he drew, there was also a sketch, which could vaguely show the appearance of a Buddha. At the same time, looking at the structure, it was somewhat similar to Gao Fan's dream.

I've made a lot of progress... But if I paint after I'm full, this progress will disappear again.

Hungry dizzy still have this effect?

Gao Fan held this sketch paper and studied it for a long time, but he still didn't understand why he became enlightened when he was hungry and dizzy.

Although he didn't understand why, Gao Fan got a trick.

Since then he has tried to eat as little as possible.

Feel the thunderous ripping and dying in the belly at midnight.

In anticipation of getting the enlightenment of the Buddha in the unconscious.

Because I was so hungry, sometimes I didn’t even have the energy to chew the steamed buns stolen by God.

And from this day on, God will bring some food to Gao Fan almost every day, including steamed buns, corn, sweet potatoes and so on. Stolen from the kitchen of Dakuji Temple.

"Don't be seen, and don't steal the corn in the future. The corn cobs are not easy to deal with." Gao Fan said to God while gnawing on the corn. With his investigation value as high as 75, it is impossible to hide food scraps. It's too easy, and the kitchen of Dakusi serves hundreds of people's meals every day, so it's hard to find a few steamed buns and corn.

"Fortunately, I have you~" Gao Fan picked up the black cat and rubbed it against his face after he was full, feeling the double pleasure of body and mind.

Meow~ God puffed up his chest, as if saying that I will take over the task of feeding you in the future.

In the dim light of the meditation room.

Gao Fan continued to describe the appearance of the Buddha.

His efforts were not in vain, because he found that when he tried to describe the appearance of the Buddha over and over again in his sketchbook with the thirty-two signs and eighty kinds of entourages, the Buddha in his inspiration, It is also changing in the direction of these characteristics.

It seems that every time Gao Fan writes, every color is subtly changing the image of Buddha in his heart, and every time he outlines these lines and colors, Gao Fan's heart is also full of peace, and there is a faint sound in his ears. Amitabha's murmur.

He is painting a Buddha, and he is also turning himself into a Buddha.

Today, late at night.

This is Gao Fan's hundreds of attempts to describe the Buddha's appearance according to the requirements of the thirty-two appearances and eighty kinds of accompanying good. They are so tiny that they are difficult to distinguish with the naked eye, but as long as there is progress, there will be results.

The whispering sound of "Amituofo" in the ear is more clear in the middle of the night. This sound is layered on top of each other. In addition to being clearly recognizable, it seems to be able to be pulled out of the cocoon, divided into flowers and cores, and infinitely detailed into the details. Subdivision, the more you distinguish, the more intoxicating you will be.

In this wonderful situation, Gao Fan seems to have forgotten his physical hunger, and sank into a strange state, maybe this is called "zen concentration", or maybe it's "enchanted".

At this moment.

Woohoo...

A low whistling sound came from outside the meditation room.

Gao Fan trembled, a great sense of crisis welled up in his heart, and the hairs all over his body suddenly stood on end at this moment.

He suddenly got rid of that state, raised his head and looked outside the meditation room.

I saw the light shining on the door, and an extremely huge shadow was cast on the door.

The shadow is like a cat, but dozens of times bigger than a cat.

Its height is almost as high as the door frame. Compared with it, the Zen room door is like a mouse hole, and it is a cat guarding in front of the mouse hole.

Meow!

God screamed hissingly at the shadow, and the black hair all over his body exploded.

As for Gao Fan, at this moment he was too frightened to act.

what is that?

At that time, outside the meditation room, it was the moonlight shining like a wash.

The huge figure was moving left and right in front of Gao Fan's meditation room. During the movement, there were two long-toothed shadows on his head illuminated by the moonlight on the door of the meditation room.

Is that... the saber-toothed tiger? It also followed the Great Kuji Temple!

This idea hit Gao Fan like lightning.

Wow...

The shadow began to fiddle with the door of the meditation room. Under its claws, the wooden door was as thin as a sheet of paper. A few nail-like claws pierced the door. As long as it wanted to, the whole door would be torn to pieces in an instant.

Meow!

God's cry became more and more shrill, like howling in a moonlit night. Maybe God has realized that if this giant breaks in, with the soft physique of modern human beings, including it, he will be reduced to food in an instant. After all, it was a top predator ten thousand years ago.

Crash!

The paw moved downward, the door of the meditation room was broken open, and the hair that was as snowy as silver under the moonlight could be vaguely seen...it was it! That saber-toothed tiger!

Gao Fan managed to calm down. God was calling, but he didn't dare to, because once he made a sound, the sound would be full of fear, which would make this top predator bite excitedly. He touched his sketch Ben suddenly realized that Gao Zhengdao had been gone for a long time, and this was not an inspiration. A cat is not a leopard, and neither the boxing champion nor the veteran was there...

But he can still draw.

Gao Fan picked up the brush, his body was trembling, but the painter's instinct kept his hand steady, and he outlined a real Buddha's head with a few strokes, a smiling Buddha's head, the only one he can confirm is correct Buddha looks like.

clang~

The bell of the Great Ku Temple suddenly rang softly, which was especially piercing in the silence of the night.

Woo...

The saber-toothed tiger outside the door hesitated for a moment attracted by the sound.

efficient! Gao Fan was overjoyed and began to draw the second and third head portraits of the Buddha. The Buddha has a spirit and can transmit sound from each other. Not only did it arouse the suspicion of the saber-toothed tiger, but it also made the monks get up in the middle of the night to see what happened.

Soon, a cry of surprise came from outside the meditation room.

"what is that!"

This half month, it has tortured me to death. I can’t think of a good plot, so I can only keep writing. When those few chapters were uploaded yesterday, I was still trembling. Although I raised tens of thousands of words, it’s okay. Come on!