I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 1 Huo Taixian

pain!
Unspeakable pain!
"This is? Transmigrated?"

Huo Taixian lowered his head with difficulty, looking at the dagger stuck in his heart, the blood slowly wetted the coarse cloth on his body along the skirt of his clothes, and he did not dare to move while lying there.

"Doing too many wicked things, it's really bad retribution, and I'm going to die just after transmigrating." Huo Taixian panted heavily.

Huo Taixian was a cultural relic restorer in the 21st century in his previous life, from the Qingming Riverside Picture to the famous landscape paintings of traffickers and pawns.From the autograph scrolls of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors and the Son of Heaven to Qi Baishi's painting of shrimps in modern times, there is no famous painting that has not been restored by Huo Taixian.

From the images of gods and Buddhas in the Mogao Grottoes in the west to the ghost-catching pictures of Wu Daozi Zhongkui in the Daomen in the east, Huo Taixian can perfectly reproduce them one-to-one.

However, 80.00% of the fake paintings in the world are also written by him, Huo Taixian.In the words of Huo Taixian: "Using fake things to cheat back the real money that was looted in the ancestors' time is the real patriotism."

"There is no more pain and my heart has stopped beating. I should be dead now." A thought flashed in Huo Taixian's mind.

Then there was a sharp pain in the soul, and then a majestic memory, the vastness rushed over like a tide:
"Huo Taixian, the son of Huo Jia, the Minister of the Ministry of Officials in Haojing, Great Zhou. His mother died early, and his stepmother, Murong. This year, he is 13 years old. Under the arrangement of his stepmother, he went to Wannian County to prepare for the sacrifice in Wannian County."

To put it simply, this is a world dominated by painters, and painters can obtain the incredible power in the picture scroll when they paint.Or get the magic channel method and all kinds of incredible power in the picture scroll.

As long as the picture scroll made can arouse the laws of heaven and earth and get the approval of heaven and earth, one can obtain the supernatural powers in the picture scroll.

There is a young woman who has been watching Mount Hua for ten years.Make a sword of mountains and rivers, when the painting is completed, a sword will fly out of the painting, splitting the stars outside the sky.

There is an old man who has been painting the Cangjiang River for 30 years, making a picture of the Cangjiang River thousands of miles away, and flooding twelve countries.

There is a snake charmer who has lived with snakes for 50 years. One day he had an epiphany and made a picture of a dragon, and he ascended to heaven by dragon.

There are ascetics who turned into stone carvings on Mount Tai for 300 years. They felt the pulse of the mountains and rivers. When the paintings were completed, visions descended from the sky. In the picture scrolls, they flew out of the ancient sacred mountains and suppressed the monsters in the southern wasteland for 800 years.

There are Taoist priests watching the starry sky at night, drawing thousands of miles of stars, and holding endless stars.

Some people have measured mountains and rivers, traveled all over China, and made a volume of "Jiangshan Sheji Map", mastered thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and suppressed the country.

"Now my body is cut off, and my soul is about to transform into a ghost, wandering in the world forever and never being able to be reborn. If I want to be resurrected from the dead, I can only rely on the incredible artist's method." Huo Taixian smiled wryly:

"Painter's method..." Huo Taixian sighed leisurely: "Trouble! Artist's method is not so easy to come by."

As for who killed him?

He only saw a white dress, and then he was knocked unconscious by a boulder, and when he woke up, a dagger was stuck in his heart.

Looking at the servants and the carriage on the ground, Huo Taixian pulled out the knife from his heart, the wound had solidified and no more blood flowed out.

"After a person dies, it takes eighteen hours to completely die, which means that I only have eighteen hours left. If I can't get the artist's means to repair the heart within eighteen hours, I'm afraid I will turn into a ghost.

A thought flickered in Huo Taixian's mind: "Go home! It's impossible that there is no way to be a painter in the family of the Minister of the Ministry of Officials."

Going home was the only way he could think of to obtain the means of being a painter the fastest.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, non-painters were not allowed to be officials. From the official to the servant of the Ministry of Officials, they were considered a small hill in the court.

"However, it seems too late."

Huo Taixian shook his head. Eighteen hours after a person's death, his body would be completely stiff, but now even if he returns home, it will take a day and a half.

Sitting there thinking about it for a long time, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't think of a way to break the situation, Huo Taixian suddenly had a flash of light in his mind: "This is it?"

At this moment, Huo Taixian's heart skipped a beat, and he 'saw' a jade pen in his mind.

"This pen? Didn't you pick it up when you were enshrining Zen in Taishan in your previous life?" Huo Taixian's heart twitched. At this time, the jade pen in his mind trembled slightly, and then a message came out of nothing and passed into his mind:

"Tiangong brush! It can also be called 'Tiangong brush'."

"This is the supreme artifact of creation. I don't know why it fell into the mortal world and fell into the ranks. Ordinary people hold it, use the spirit, energy and spirit as hands, blood as ink, and flesh as scrolls. It can be used as scrolls. With the body of mortals, a painter merit."

Seeing this scene, Huo Taixian couldn't help but feel refreshed: "Isn't this what I need most?"

"However, there is a limitation, that is, whenever a painting is made, it must be done in one go, and it cannot be stopped in the middle. The jade pen forcibly absorbs the spirit of the owner to paint, and when the picture is completed, it feeds back the jade pen with the spirit of the picture scroll, and the jade pen is feeding back The master's spirit. If the master's spirit and blood are not enough, a painting will not be completed, and the master will be absorbed by the jade pen and die."

"I can only gamble." Huo Taixian sighed.

Now that he has a mortal body, and has never learned the techniques of a painter, he can only forcefully paint with a brush. It is not known whether the scrolls he made can reverse life and death.

But does he have a choice?
Even if someone taught him the skills of a painter now, would he still have time to learn it?

"When a painter paints, one step at a time must not exceed half a point, otherwise you will be backlashed by the laws of heaven and earth. The only advantage of the magic brush is that it ignores the level. As long as you have enough blood in your body and can bear the power of the laws of heaven and earth, Even if you have a mortal body, you can still startle ghosts and gods and create an epic picture scroll."

"Even if I have the Tiangong brush that mortals can push, I still lack the master copy of the finished picture scroll that can be drawn for me. It is the kind of master copy of the picture scroll that has incredible power!"

There are three, six, and nine grades in the mother copy of the picture scroll:
jade roll
金卷
legend
epic.

One level and one level, each level is a natural moat, which has trapped countless people.

Every level is vastly different.

Each mother picture scroll has extremely incredible power, which can break the existence of the laws of heaven and earth.

If a monk wants to step into the realm of high-quality goods, he must either paint other people's high-quality picture scrolls, or comprehend the world by himself, capture the laws of the heavens and the earth, and the paintings he makes will be recognized by the heavens, gain the blessing of the Dao Rhyme between heaven and earth, and create his own high-quality picture scrolls.

But a picture scroll is not something you can draw if you want to, especially a picture scroll with incredible power.Therefore, most painters enter the works, following the path of imitating the mother works of the predecessors.It is the lifelong pursuit of countless masters to create a high-quality picture scroll by themselves.

"There are many incredible pictures in this world, but unfortunately none of them are accessible to me."

Huo Taixian closed his eyes, and countless picture scrolls flickered in his mind: "I have studied countless picture scrolls in my previous life, and the countless picture scrolls of the land of China are vivid in my mind. I wonder if I can draw the picture scrolls that I have studied in my previous life?"

If he wants to paint, he must have a picture scroll from this world to describe it for him.Otherwise, asking him to draw a picture scroll that is recognized by the world is simply nonsense.

It takes decades for a master or a doctor to paint a high-quality picture scroll. How can he compare with others' decades of accumulation in [-] hours?

In this wilderness, where did he go to find the exquisite picture scroll?
Huo Taixian's eyes hesitated, and suddenly his heart paused, and an idea flooded into his mind: "There are many incredible scrolls in this world, but unfortunately none of them are accessible to me, but I have handled so many scrolls in my previous life, it doesn't make sense Huaxia 5000 The picture scrolls of those great masters in the middle of the year, can't compare with this world?"

"Then try the picture scroll of the previous life."

Huo Taixian closed his eyes, and countless picture scrolls flashed in his mind: "Whether you can or not, is there any other choice? If I can, I will make a lot of money. There are so many gods, Buddhas, and Arhats in the previous life. Picture volume."

Painting with the magic brush, the spirit is the hand, the blood is the ink, and the skin and bones are the volume.

If you succeed, you will gain incredible power, and if you fail, you will die directly on the spot.

"I have no choice now!" Thoughts flickered in Huo Taixian's mind, and countless scrolls of past lives circulated in his mind: "If you want to die and come back to life, those ordinary landscape paintings are probably useless to me. Only Buddhism , Taoism’s picture scrolls of immortals and gods may be able to reverse my predicament.”

"Just how can I be sure that my flesh and blood can afford the consumption of the magic brush? Can it support the magic brush to make a complete picture scroll?" Huo Taixian felt a little troubled.

The magical brush is good, but if the amount of scrolls you want to draw consumes more than the amount of energy and energy, then you are looking for a dead end.If you succeed, you will get incredible benefits, if you fail, you will die and be digested into a puddle of blood.

Thinking of the description about the magic brush, Huo Taixian shuddered secretly, and then countless picture scrolls flickered in his mind:

"The magical brush is very good, and the countless famous paintings in the previous life are also very good, but you must grasp a certain degree. Once this degree is exceeded, the good will become extremely bad. Before the scroll is drawn, I have already exhausted my energy and energy , The soul flew away. Those gods of Taoism, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Lingshan, if they are painted, I don’t know how much energy and energy will be consumed. The speed is really difficult to grasp. The selected paintings are not good, and the energy is in vain. God, there will be no chance to repent later. If the picture scroll chosen is too high, then I will be out of my wits."

"Why don't you try drawing some ghosts first?"

Among the Taoist immortals, ghosts are the lowest level.Although the level of ghosts is low, it can also be used as a standard to measure the spirit, the standard to measure ghosts and gods.

"You can't draw ordinary ghosts."

"I remember that the most famous one about ghosts and ghosts is the "Five Ghosts Transporting Picture" by Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain. The five ghosts can carry wealth, move mountains, and steal the energy of everything in the world." Huo Taixian sighed faintly, his eyes Full of emotion.

In his previous life, he once made eight pictures of transporting five ghosts, falsely claiming that they were the authentic works of Zhang Tianshi, one was sold to Tianshi Mansion, one was sold to Su Bilun Auction House of Hengying Empire, and the other was sold to the real estate tycoon of Hong Kong Island .The remaining five were secretly sold to various countries.

Huo Taixian used all eight picture scrolls to secretly donate [-] Hope Primary Schools in Liangshan.

Huo Taixian recalled the memories left by his predecessor, and the magic brush technique flooded into his heart.

"If you want to practice the magic brush, you also need to have sacrificial objects. Sacrificial to the Dao of Heaven and Earth, and to communicate with the Dao of Heaven and Earth. The better the sacrificial things, the higher the quality of the picture scroll you draw." Huo Taixian looked up and down, his own body There is nothing long, and there are dead woods on the left and right, only a dying horse on the ground not far away.

"The sacrifice is here!"

"I hope that the record in the magic pen is correct. It shouldn't be a fake to follow me into this world, right?" At this moment, Huo Taixian, a counterfeit dealer who has been working all his life, unexpectedly had an inexplicable thought in his mind. idea:

"If it's fake, wouldn't I be dead? Wouldn't it be so unlucky? I've been a counterfeit dealer all my life, and I was cheated to death by fake products?"

Thoughts flickered in my heart, Huo Tai's fairy tale up to now, I can only put all my eggs in one basket.

Can't wait to die!

He didn't even want to be a ghost.

After careful thought, Huo Taixian realized that there was no paper roll that could hold pen and ink.

But it didn't bother him, Huo Taixian quickly found a way:

There is power that paints on blades of grass, and a blade of grass cleaves space and time.

There is a great ability to paint on the long sword, and the sword flies out across the border to kill the demon king.

There is a great ability to paint on the gourd, and the mouth of the gourd is opened to swallow a hundred thousand demon soldiers.

"Then I will use the skin of muscles and bones as scrolls, how about it? Vegetation and trees can carry paintings, let alone people? It is not that no one in this world paints with skins and muscles, but most of them die the moment they fail to paint."

But is there any choice for him now?
Thinking of this, he silently recited the mantra of the ancient law, and according to the mysterious rhythm, it shook his three souls and seven souls.

Fortunately, Huo Taixian is now in a half-soul state, and is very sensitive to the frequency perception of the soul, but he has already entered the state after a few breaths.

"The Dao is above, and now I, Huo Taixian, want to paint. I will use this horse as a sacrifice, my soul as my hand, my blood as ink, and my muscles and bones as my scroll. I hope the Dao can learn from it."

The frequency of Huo Taixian's soul trembled, and a strange force came from the void to bless his spirit.

At this time, the Tiangong brush flashed a strange light, and it actually absorbed all the power of that day.Then Huo Taixian's soul "stretched out his palm" and took the fine brushwork that day, only to feel that his soul sank, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

"This power? It's this inconceivable power." Huo Taixian's energy was boiling with all his strength, and at this moment, using the energy and spirit as the pen, the blood in his body was emptied by the magic pen in an instant.

Then the spirit and spirit lead the Tiangong brush, soaked in blood, shuttles through the body, on the skin, capillaries, and bones, forming a unique scroll in the dark.

Huo Taixian can realize that every time he pushes a stroke, his soul will be consumed by one point. When his soul is consumed and the picture scroll is not formed, or it is not recognized by the laws of heaven and earth, his soul will dissipate Return to heaven and earth, and bring the sacrifice to become the nourishment of Tiangong brush.

Huo Taixian wrote carefully, not daring to make a single mistake.His mental strength is limited, and once he makes a mistake, he will never have a second chance to start over.

"The power of heaven? Does the power of heaven really exist in this world?" Huo Taixian, who was painting the scroll, felt the power carried by the soul, a distracting thought flickered in his heart, and then he paused.

ps: You can imagine the picture scroll as a magic weapon.

The picture scrolls are different, and so are the magic weapons.

Use picture scrolls and magic weapons.

The painting scroll is the magic weapon for refining, and the ink is the magic power.

Draw pictures on swords and bowls, that is a magic weapon.

The picture scroll is painted on the mountain, that is the big formation.

　You can imagine the picture scroll as a magic weapon.

　　The picture scrolls are different, and so are the magic weapons.

　　Use picture scrolls and magic weapons.

　　The painting scroll is the magic weapon for refining, and the ink is the magic power.

　　Draw pictures on swords and bowls, that is a magic weapon.

　　The picture scroll is painted on the mountain, that is the big formation.

　　The picture scrolls in this book are not only drawn on paper, everything in the world can be engraved on picture scrolls.

　　The mother copy of the picture scroll is the first taboo developed by others.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)