My weird life

Chapter 1474 Hell Transformation (2)

"Junior brother, have you been the 'Diao Sage' for too long? You have stood on a high place and been admired by thousands of people for too long. You can't come down anymore? Or are you unwilling to come down?" Wu Daoxuan looked coldly and said something to Yang Huizhi. Waiting for Yang Huizhi to answer something, he climbed onto Shiping first.

Yang Huizhi didn't know how to explain it to his senior brother. He smiled bitterly and shook his head. He also followed Wu Daoxuan and led the disciples up the mountain.

The two brothers led everyone up to Shiping. After meeting Su Wu, the competition began.

The competition between the two is not a fistfight, nor a battle of skills. It is also far from the traditional competition of calligraphy and painting.

What they really want to compete with is their different expressions and unique insights into the 'true meaning of heaven and man'.

The insights themselves are not high or low, but the true meaning of heaven and man that carries the insights is.

Wu Daoxuan was good at calligraphy and painting, and the time it took to paint a calligraphy and painting work was naturally much less than that of Yang Huizhi's carving on stones.

So with Su Wu as the judge, a seven-day time limit was set for this competition.

Once the seven days are up, the competition will come to an end. Next, he, the judge, will have to decide whether the two works carry the 'true meaning of heaven and man'.

The bad guys guarding the surrounding areas of Shiping have now dispersed and are hiding among the mountains, guarding key points.

When Su Wu saw that the competition between the two sides had officially begun, he also took Tao Zu, Hong Renkun, and Li Heihu to guard the pavilion in the corner of Shiping.

He casually released a few strands of the charm of the avenue, and the strands of the charm of the avenue were intertwined into purple and gold talismans between heaven and earth. The inexplicable energy flowing in the heaven and earth was all dispersed by the talismans condensed by the charm of the avenue, and the entire stone flat was During this time, the mountain breeze is still there, but it has actually been isolated from the outside world, and there is a faint atmosphere of "like a closed place".

On the stone flat.

A long table was placed in front of Wu Daoxuan, with yellowish rice paper spread out on it.

Disciple Wang Quan was standing at the corner of the table, nervously working on the ink for Wu Daoxuan. While grinding the ink in his palm, it gradually combined with a little water in the inkstone and dispersed into pitch-black ink.

Wu Daoxuan checked several brushes on the pen holder at this time, and then turned his attention to Yang Huizhi.

At this time, Yang Huizhi also led several disciples to walk around the stone that had been moved to the stone flat. From time to time, he frowned slightly, and occasionally whispered a few words to the disciples around him, without waving the carving knife in his hand. , meaning 'falling knife' on the stone.

Could it be that Yang Huizhi really experienced some kind of accident last night?

So that he doesn't know what to carve now?

Looking at his junior brother's appearance at this time, Wu Daoxuan somewhat believed what he said to him under the stone flat.

The opponent came to participate in the competition without any preparation. At this time, there is almost no suspense about the winner of this competition - if Yang Huizhi has not been able to adjust well, then when the seven-day time limit is up, Wu Daoxuan can be sure that he is the winner. The winner of this contest!

But Wu Daoxuan was not surprised by such a victory.

Yang Huizhi couldn't produce a good work to compete with him. Instead, he felt that the other party had underestimated him, which made him feel deeply insulted!

"snort!"

Wu Dao

He looked at the master cautiously, fearing that the other party would cause trouble on such an important occasion under the supervision of a saint, so he lowered his voice and said: "Master, the ink is polished...

Let's paint first and finish the painting, and we'll talk about the rest later..."

Wang Quan was still praying to his master in a low voice, but Yang Huizhi, who was spinning around the stones, suddenly turned around and faced Wu Daoxuan.

The old man's eyes were slightly closed, with a smile on his face, and he walked straight towards Wu Daoxuan.

There was originally a distance of several feet between the two parties, so that they could work on their own works without disturbing each other. At this time, Yang Huizhi took the initiative to approach Wu Daoxuan's position, leaving everyone present confused for a moment.

"Senior brother."

Yang Huizhi slightly raised his hand to Wu Daoxuan: "For a moment and a half, I really can't connect the ideas in my mind and put them on the carving knife.

You might as well just watch your senior brother paint here.

Senior brother, do you mind if I stay here and bother you? "

Wang Quan was stunned for a moment when he heard what Diao Sheng said.

The few disciples who followed Yang Huizhi to Shiping also stayed where they were, wondering why their master had suddenly done this. Master has obviously been thinking about the new work for a long time, but now he is in the scene, why is he still confused?

Wu Daoxuan roughly understood the situation. Based on what Yang Huizhi said before, he guessed that the other party might have poured out the true meaning brewing in his chest last night, so that he was unable to do anything in the field today.

But the other party knew that there was a competition with him today, but he still acted like this, which still made him feel that this junior brother really looked down on him.

He stared closely at his junior brother's old face and asked bluntly: "You really can't do it?!"

"I really can't do it." Yang Huizhi looked ashamed, "Senior brother, you should know that sometimes when your mood rises, you can't help it..."

"Hmph!" Wu Daoxuan snorted again.

But the junior brother confessed that he had nothing to do with the other party, so he waved his hand towards Wang Quan.

Wang Quan still didn't know what the master's gesture meant, but Yang Huizhi had already walked to him, pushed him away from the corner of the table, picked up the square ink ingot, and started to grind ink for Wu Daoxuan.

While grinding the ink, Yang Huizhi said: "Young man, just watch from the side. It's good that I have an old man here to grind the ink for my senior brother."

"...Okay." Wang Quan's eyes straightened, he nodded, and stayed aside.

He didn't understand the situation in Shipingchang at all, so he looked carefully at the saint in the pavilion at Shipingjiao.

The saint sat in the pavilion and did not interfere in the situation.

None of the judges had any interference in the matter, and the others had no way of saying anything. They could only watch Yang Huizhi grinding the ink for Wu Daoxuan, busy around Wu Daoxuan like a book boy.

The junior brother lowered his posture like this, which made Wu Daoxuan's anger dissipate a lot.

Wu Dao

As soon as he put down the big pen in his hand, his wrist trembled and he lifted it up, and large areas of ink were spread out on the rice paper.

Black ink is like clouds and mist on the paper.

As soon as the pen and ink appeared, it was like a surging river rushing straight to the embankment, and the ocean was unbridled and never stopped!

Yang Huizhi observed his brother's paintings with his mind, and he intuitively understood that Wu Daoxuan's brush strokes were dangerous and cold. He was completely different from his previous lively and beautiful painting style, but the underlying meanings were connected and they were of the same origin!

He also practiced painting in the past, and he realized the value of Wu Daoxuan's paintings——

Even though it is just the beginning of his writing, he is already very impressive!

On rice paper!

The black ink is dripping, and the billowing clouds and mist appear on the paper!

The clouds and mist all outlined by black ink, under Yang Huizhi's inner eye, were clearly colorful and bizarre!

In the "five-color black mist", layers of pavilions and palaces, mountains and rivers are looming.

Among the pavilions and palaces, gods dwell.

In the mountains and rivers, monsters gather!

The lifelike gods and monsters, the magnificent palaces and mountains and rivers, suddenly changed with the turn of Wu Daoxuan's pen!

Laying out on the paper, the colorful black mist instantly became eerie and sinister——

The gods who live high in the palace are just wearing the skin of a god. Under that shiny skin, there are many sinister ghosts!

The spirits that roam the mountains and fields have sores on their heads and pus on their feet. They set up large pots and stone mills to cook and grind creatures;

The mountains turned into mountains of swords, and the rivers boiled with iron juice!

The scissors fell like rain, and the iron ropes rolled with the clouds and mist!

Just as Wu Daoxuan's strokes changed, the entire bright and beautiful landscape painting suddenly turned into a full picture of the evil and evil in hell!

The mountains, rivers, pavilions and pavilions in the painting correspond to the Huashan Mountain where everyone is now!

The entire Huashan Mountain seems to have turned into purgatory in the painting!

but!

As soon as Wu Daoxuan stopped writing, all the horrific images in the painting disappeared in an instant, and the evil spirits hovering in the mountains and fields became benevolent again.

What appeared before Yang Huizhi's eyes seemed to be just a bright and beautiful landscape painting.

The true meaning in the painting alone lingers in Yang Huizhi's heart.

And outside the area that was blocked by Su Wu with the charm of the avenue, the clouds in the sky filled up, and the lead-gray clouds billowed in the sky, turning into dangerous and sinister streaks.

A faint mountain mist covers Mount Huashan.

The fog is getting thicker.

In the twisted mountain mist, there seemed to be the murmurs of countless people.

Among the five prisons of Shanyin in Huashan, Jianzhen, who was sitting here, suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, he felt the aura of ghosts and Buddhas flowing into the heaven and earth here. Then he escaped from the five prisons and stood on the top of the mountain like a rugged stone pillar.

See all the mountains——

The mountain fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to clear it.

In that mist, pitch-black human figures suddenly stood up.

Their bodies are stacked on top of each other, piled up layer by layer, like large blocks of human-shaped stones laid out in the mist among the mountains of Huashan——

Jian Zhen thought and swam outside Huashan Mountain in one breath.

At the foot of Huashan Mountain, there are also countless dark human-shaped stones standing silently, laying out layer after layer around Huashan Mountain!

When the ghost Buddha was born, the scene that happened in Yangzhou reappeared in front of Jianzhen's eyes now - he saw the layers of living beings stones laid out inside and outside Huashan. Even though his mind was extremely firm, he still couldn't help it. The position was dizzy.

At this moment when his thoughts were blurred, the world completely darkened.

Those "all living beings stones" that came from nowhere penetrated deep into the roots of the earth, and tens of thousands of them were piled up layer by layer, filling the earth and the sky, leaving only a round hole in the middle of the sky. ——Jianzhen looked up at the round hole, and saw that the dark round hole was suddenly illuminated by golden light.

The golden Buddha then sits cross-legged in the center of the circular hole.

Jianzhen suddenly clasped his hands together, a series of mysterious shadows hovered over him, and the chains formed a cassock on his body.

The countless fierce and mysterious shadows screamed in unison: "All living beings are boundless and I vow to save..."

I vow to put an end to endless troubles...

I am willing to learn the infinite Dharma...

The supreme vow of Buddhism will come true..."

…

"This hell is my heart.

My heart can transform into hell, and your mind can transform into hell in one breath. All human hearts in the world are hell! "Wu Daoxuan integrated all the hardships he had experienced over the past few years, and the loneliness, anger and injustice accumulated in his heart into the current painting, making this painting shine!

A painting has turned into a hell!

The true meaning of the deity in the painting is extremely sinister, like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, or like thunder stored in the dark clouds. Once it moves, it becomes murderous!

Such a true meaning from heaven and man has already attracted the attention of Su Wu and others.

Su Wu and Tao Zu and others walked silently to the table. He felt the true meaning of the heaven and man in the scroll and frowned unconsciously.

Although the true meaning in the painting is extremely sharp, it is also extremely sinister.

Like a double-edged sword, it is impossible to use it!

The true meaning of the heaven and man, which is more sinister than the fierce and strange, flows in the painting. Su Wu looked at the scroll and his mind was in a mess.

Wu Daoxuan almost moved a hell of consciousness onto paper. I think this scroll is the rumored "Hell Transformation Picture"!

It is said that the first ink painting in the Tang Dynasty is the "Hell Transformation Picture".

Su Wu now sees this scroll and knows that the true meaning of the heaven and man contained in it can indeed surpass the "Eighty-eight Immortals Scroll". This first ink painting in the Tang Dynasty is indeed worthy of its reputation!

However, he had not expected that this first ink painting of the Tang Dynasty would be so evil and strange. Su Wu knew at a glance that this painting could not be used by living beings at all. In fact, leaving this painting in the world would only bring more disasters to the world!

Anyone who sees this painting should burn it immediately!

The real history of the Hell Transformation Painting did not leave any trace in later generations. Could it be that this painting was too dangerous and was burned as soon as Wu Daoxuan created it, so that only its name remained in the world, but no trace of it was found?

"The hell in the human heart is nothing but this.

In order to satisfy their own greed, sentient beings create gods, seduce evil spirits, and build a future hell for themselves with their own hands!

Walking in the turbid world is like the Buddha at the end of the Dharma, without sunlight and no way out!

The world cannot bear to be created, so the only way is to destroy everything.

After the great destruction, there will be a real rebirth..." Wu Daoxuan stared at the scroll he had painted, and his mind seemed to be locked in the hell in the painting, immersed in the various sufferings and horrors, unable to extricate himself.

The inexplicable aura came from outside this blocked world, and quietly connected with the "true meaning of heaven and man" copied by Wu Daoxuan.

Su Wu watched quietly from the side, without saying a word for a while.

Hong Renkun blocked those young people who wanted to come closer to observe Wu Daozi's new work, and also blocked Wu Daoxuan's disciple Wang Quan from entering here.

With the mentality of the disciples of Yang Huizhi and Wu Daoxuan, once they see the hell in Wu Daoxuan's painting, their minds will be taken away by the evil ghosts in the painting in an instant!

The evil and weirdness depicted by Wu Daozi with human heart are almost the same as the real weirdness.

There is even a faint commonality between the two!

Yang Huizhi used his mind to observe Wu Daoxuan's paintings. The direct impact he received and the shock brought to him by Wu Daozi's paintings exceeded everyone present!

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