I have a roll of fairy pictures

Chapter 113 Eight Immortals

"This is?" Babao looked at the magical medicine in Huo Taixian's hand, his eyes showed a hint of surprise, his big black and white eyes stared at him, as if to say: "Can you do it?"

Can a flower bring a dying person back to life?

Can a single flower make people count their lives?

And it's just an ordinary little flower, it doesn't seem to be any different from the little flowers outside.

If this flower can cure diseases, wouldn't it be great for her to pick one casually?
"Tuomoji!" Huo Taixian directly stepped over the eight treasures and sent the flower to the woman's mouth, only to see that the flower was close to the lips, as if sensing the woman's breathing, it instantly turned into a ray of light, following the woman Breathing away, it entered the internal organs, and turned into a burst of vitality to continuously repair the broken internal organs in the woman's body.

"Okay!" Huo Taixian turned around angrily, "I'm going to continue my practice, don't bother me if you're fine."

Just as he was talking, he heard the voice of the little novice: "Senior brother, the abbot has something to say, please go over and explain it."

Huo Taixian stopped in his tracks, then turned around to look at the delicate novice with picturesque eyebrows, stretched out his finger involuntarily, flicked the little novice's forehead, and turned away under the angry eyes of the little novice. go.

Huo Taixian came all the way to the abbot's meditation room, but saw the abbot meditating with his eyes closed, chanting scriptures silently.

Huo Taixian stood still, the abbot opened his eyes and looked at Huo Taixian: "Sit down."

"What do you want from me?" Huo Taixian looked at the abbot.

"Princess Nanxi has come." The abbot looked at Huo Taixian, with a hint of guilt in his eyes: "In the future, you can clean up in the temple, and you can read the scriptures and classics in the temple, but no one can guide you in practice. gone."

"What do you mean by Princess Nanxi?" Huo Taixian looked at the old monk: "It is said that there are digital myths in Lanta Temple, and you will be afraid of a mere princess?"

"Princess Nanxi is not only the princess of Nanxi, but also represents the will of the Great Zhou royal family. The Landa Temple came from the Great Desolation, traveled thousands of miles to the Middle Earth to preach, and finally found a place in the Great Zhou..." The abbot smiled wryly:
"I can only feel sorry for your father."

Huo Taixian was silent when he heard the words, and said after a long time: "I understand what the abbot means. I will temporarily stay in the temple for a while, and I will leave when the gate of the Academy of Natural Painting opens."

"Are you going to the Academy of Natural Painting?" The abbot was taken aback.

"Landuo Temple can't accommodate me, so I can only go to the Academy of Natural Painting to try." Huo Taixian slowly got up and left.

Looking at the back of Huo Taixian going away, the old monk moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but finally he sighed leisurely: "In the world of great struggle, my Buddhist sect has eight myths, but even one ordinary No painting academy can compare, the three religions are too deceitful! They are too deceitful!"

Huo Taixian returned to the courtyard, rolled up the Buddhist scriptures and threw them to Babao: "Here you go, read it!"

"What's wrong?" Babao sensed that Huo Taixian was in a wrong mood.

Huo Taixian shook his head, but stood quietly in front of the window, with a look of indifference in his eyes: "Since Buddhism can't tolerate me, then you can't blame me. You kicked me out without saying anything, no wonder I want to steal your Buddhist name." Good luck. I stole seven or eight bowls of gold liquid from that pool, and it should be no problem to draw the picture of the Eight Immortals, right? I just hope that my picture of the Eight Immortals can be completely perfected."

Eight Immortals, Eight Myths!

And it's a special collection.

Countless thoughts turned in Huo Taixian's mind, and soon it was night again. The five ghosts shuttled through the night, looking for the aura of Babao's father in the temple, but unfortunately there was no clue for a long time.

Seeing that the aura of Houshan was boiling again, Huo Taixian drove the five ghosts straight towards Houshan.

Qingche came to the back mountain familiarly, but saw that the eight monks were shining with divine light, echoing the golden liquid in the pool, Huo Taixian quietly rolled up a ball of liquid without saying a word, and went away in an instant.

"boom!"

After Huo Taixian left, the water in the pool boiled violently again, and then a transparent divine light rushed out from the pool.

"Bastard!"

The eight myths all opened their eyes and suppressed the Buddha treasure in their hands, but unfortunately they still couldn't block the golden light. The golden light went away in an instant, and there was a miserable cry in the night, and after a while, a blood shadow returned and re-entered the pool Inside.

The eight myths looked at the boiling golden pool, with a gloomy fire in their eyes that kept flowing.

"The water in the pool is down again! It's the same amount as yesterday!" Shenxiu's voice was full of hostility.

At this time, everyone in the field looked at each other, and their eyes were full of solemnity.

"It is reasonable to say that after tens of thousands of years of seal, the strength of Jin Chanzi will only be continuously weakened, and the consumption of divine blood will only decrease. How could it suddenly increase unexpectedly?" A monk was puzzled.

The eight monks looked at each other, and Shenxiu suddenly said, "I'm watching tonight! Go and invite the abbot, and ask the abbot to replace me. I want to personally enter the land where the demons are sealed, and see what that golden cicada is now." form."

Huo Taixian was in the yard, using half of the Tianzhu to suppress the air movement, and then took out the Tiangong brush, and drew it on the picture scroll leisurely.

"I don't know what kind of treasure it is, but its effect is really powerful." Huo Taixian looked at the smooth golden lines, and there was a hint of thought in his eyes:

"Four-legged snake, do you know what kind of genius and treasure it is?"

"It's not like a treasure of genius, but it looks like blood. But I have never seen such incredible blood, so I can't recognize it. There are so many wonders in the world, maybe it's a treasure of genius that we don't know."

The four-legged snake saw Huo Taixian's painting, and said greedily, "When will you paint on me? It's best to make a picture scroll of mythical level."

"You? Just wait. When I can draw the mighty dragon, I will make a picture of the mighty dragon on your body." Huo Taixian said with a smile.

"The picture of Dawei Tianlong? What is that? What is Dawei Tianlong?" The four-legged snake's eyes lit up when he heard this.

It sounds majestic, powerful and majestic.

"Dawei Tianlong is the eight dragons, it is the supreme Buddhist mantra, and it is the guardian of the Dharma." Huo Taixian explained with a smile.

"Dharma protector general?" The four-legged snake's eyes were as bright as light bulbs.

What is a protector?
The status of the law protector may not be high, but it must be the most able to fight.Can not play how 'protection'.

"That's it! It's just the eight dragons! I want the eight dragons! I want the eight dragons." The four-legged snake jumped up and down.

Huo Taixian ignored him, but continued to draw the picture of the Eight Immortals, only to see a hazy outline gradually appearing on the atlas.

It's just that the gold liquid is still too little, and it has been consumed in a short time.

"I'm stealing more tonight, steal a big tank from him." Huo Taixian put away the atlas, with a hint of thought in his eyes:

"It's best to draw all the pictures of the Eight Immortals directly."

I don't know when the Natural Painting Academy will open the mountain gate to recruit disciples, and Huo Taixian doesn't know how long he will stay here. If he can get a lot of money early, he will naturally not be lenient.

If I draw the picture of the Eight Immortals, no matter where I go in the future, I will have the confidence to face it.

You know, drawing a mythical picture scroll will feed back a hundred years of divine power.The picture of the Eight Immortals is drawn, that is 800 years of divine power.

Before the painters entered Taoism, they built their foundations with geniuses and earthly treasures, and the sketched scrolls fed back their energy and spirit to increase their foundation.

After a painter enters Taoism, the scrolls he draws are fed back, and what is added is French ink.

The divine power in Huo Taixian's body is beyond Famo, it is divine power, his divine power is fused with his blood, and after ten years of submerged training, he has been constantly honing the control of divine power, and Huo Taixian has become more and more proficient in controlling divine power.

Some people may say, didn't Huo Taixian also make mythical picture scrolls before?It stands to reason that it should have hundreds of years of divine power?

However, when Huo Taixian was painting before, he lacked the essence of spirit, energy and spirit. After the scrolls were completed, most of them went to make up for the lack of spirit, energy and spirit.

Now Huo Taixian uses this golden liquid to paint, and the picture scrolls he draws really feed back the divine power in his body.

Over there, Babao was sitting in front of his mother's bed, while reciting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, he raised his head and glanced at Huo Taixian quietly, then lowered his head and continued to look at the scriptures in his hand.

Although Babao's mother recovered from her injuries, her vitality was so depleted that she was still dying and did not wake up.

The sound of chanting outside the door sounded again, and the voice of the witty little girl came: "Brother, another mage has died. Now the whole temple is in chaos. You must be careful."

"I see." Huo Taixian replied, then packed up everything, slowly got up and walked out of the house, seeing the panic before dawn and the miserable faces of the monks in the temple, his eyebrows trembled :
"Buddhist treasure land, did something like this happen?"

"Before leaving, we need to find Babao's father as soon as possible, so as to fulfill his father-daughter reunion, and then think about other things." Huo Taixian's countless thoughts flowed rapidly.

The time was long and the sky was bright. Huo Taixian picked another flower and fed it to Babao's mother. Then Huo Taixian went to the yard to watch the Qi of the Landa Temple.

However, the light of Buddha in the sky above Lantuo Temple was full of sacredness, and there was no gloomy and evil spirit.

"Normally, it shouldn't be." Huo Taixian frowned and thought, his eyes were full of dignity.

Countless thoughts flickered in my mind, but I finally suppressed my doubts. At this moment, I saw the sound of conversation coming from a distance, and saw a middle-aged monk in white, walking out the door accompanying Princess Nanxi.

Seemingly aware of Huo Taixian's gaze, Princess Nanxi paused and turned to look over.

Their eyes met, Princess Nanxi began to grind her teeth, and Huo Taixian showed a bright smile.

"The princess knows him?" Shenxiu replaced the abbot this morning, and then accompanied the princess out of the mountain gate.

Now that the temple is no longer safe, Landa Temple certainly does not want Princess Nanxi to continue living here, but tries its best to send Princess Nanxi back as soon as possible.

"I recognize him! This person is my fiancé-in-law, and he seems to want to worship at the Lanta Temple." Princess Nanxi said with a smile.

Shenxiu was taken aback when he heard this.

Given the current relationship between Da Zhou and the Buddhist sect, the son-in-law came to the Buddhist sect to learn from him?Your brain isn't burned out, is it?
(End of this chapter)