What should I do if I become a Buddha at the beginning

Chapter 97

Now, like catching ducks to the shelves, Wang Changan had no choice but to come to the desk and declare in advance, "My level is limited, and at most it can be regarded as graffiti. If the drawing is not good then, don't laugh at it."

"Young Master Wang is joking. If you make a move, you will definitely have a shocking work. Why do you say that your level is limited?"

Of course, Su Wen would not believe Wang Changan's words that his level was limited, and he just thought that Wang Changan was low-key and humble there.

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Wang Chang'an silently picked up the gilt wolf hair brush and put it on the inkstone to smear some delicate ink on it. But since he didn't know how to draw, he originally wanted to doodle casually, but he didn't expect that when he picked up the brush, his mind would be Blank.

"Wherever you think of, wherever you want to draw, you can just scribble."

Thinking about it, he started to scribble on the white rice paper with a brush in his hand. He didn't think too much about it, and he casually drew a patch of chaotic lines on the paper.

"Is that a magnificent lake? It's so similar."

Su Wen stood aside intently, and when he saw a line of endless depths on the rice paper, his eyes lit up, thinking that it was a magnificent lake, and the protruding outlines were waves splashing in the water.

Originally, Wang Changan was just scribbling on paper, and even he himself couldn't bear to see what he drew. Unexpectedly, after Su Wen said this, he thought about it, and suddenly felt that it was somewhat similar.

Next, he speeded up his writing speed, the tip of the pen was breezy, gradually from jerky to proficient, the tip of the pen was stained with ink, like a dragon swimming on the white paper, wherever he went, he wrote flowers, without thinking at all, only by instinct, but it was natural Forming a magnificent picture scroll.

The surface of the water presented on the rice paper gradually becomes vast, like a vast ocean, the water and the sky are undulating, and the places with darker ink marks are like dark clouds. Between the deep and shallow ink marks, a round of bright moon jumps on the paper, With a hazy moonlight, it falls on the vast sea level.

"A bright moon is born at sea, and the world is here."

After the painting was completed, Wang Changan wrote a line of elegant characters on the blank space on one side of the rice paper.

"Wonderful, it's really wonderful, Mr. Wang's moves are like a god, and it can be called a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation."

"Also, this handwriting is like flowing clouds and flowing water, elegant and free, with a certain style. If you dare to ask what kind of font the prince has, the old man likes it very much. I also ask the prince to enlighten me."

Su Wen stared at the vivid picture scroll drawn by Wang Chang'an with bright eyes, feeling extremely shocked in his heart.

"This is the legendary grass body."

Wang Changan's handwriting was scribbled, but he didn't expect the handwriting to become pleasing to the eye after it fell on the paper. This was a situation he had never expected before.

"Oh, the legendary grass body!"

Hearing this, Su Wen's eyes immediately brightened. He has collected countless calligraphy and paintings produced by masters in his life, but the font used by Wang Chang'an is the first time he has encountered it. Every stroke is natural, and he feels imposing at first glance. Extraordinary, it must be the long-lost supreme font.

"father."

Before Su Wen could take a closer look, there was a sudden shout from outside the door, and then Su Yunxue rushed in like a gust of wind.

"Senior Brother Wang, you are here too."

Seeing Wang Changan in the room made Su Yunxue feel a little surprised.

"Yes, let me inform you that I will leave for the sect early tomorrow morning." Wang Changan nodded and said.

Su Yunxue nodded approvingly and said: "I've been out for so long, I should go back. When I went to look for you, you were not at home."

"Oh, I went out in the morning and went to Qingshan Temple."

Wang Chang'an didn't elaborate, but simply mentioned something.

"Hey, is this a painting you made? I didn't expect Senior Brother Wang to be a master of painting. Let me pay my respects."

The ink is still wet, obviously it was painted not long ago, and there are only two people in the room, the father and Wang Changan. From the perspective of the painting style, it is obvious that the father did not do it, so you don't need to think about the result, you can make this painting Who else but Wang Changan.

Wang Changan smiled and said nothing, even he himself felt a little unbelievable, he didn't know how to draw, but somehow he managed to draw a painting that was passable, this is simply a miracle.

At first, Su Yunxue just looked at the painting made by Wang Changan with an attitude of admiration. At a glance, the bright moon rising above the sea has a profound artistic conception, which is not weaker than the master's work in the slightest.

However, when she looked down, she couldn't help but feel a feeling in her heart. The magnificent sea and the bright moon hanging high in the sky all contained a very special Tao rhyme.

In order to capture that wisp of dao rhyme, she completely immersed her mind in that painting, trying to resonate with that wisp of dao rhyme wholeheartedly, completely forgetting everything around her.

"How is this going?"

Su Wen looked at his daughter, and was fascinated by the painting made by Wang Changan. He suddenly looked up at Wang Changan full of doubts, hoping to get an answer from him.

"Don't worry, she just entered the state of enlightenment, and she must have some amazing gains."

Wang Changan naturally saw that Su Yunxue enlightened because of a painting, which made him a little surprised. In his opinion, it was just an ordinary painting, and there was nothing special about it. How could it help others to enlighten?
"Enlightenment, it seems that the old man's eyesight is dull, and he couldn't see that there is another world in the painting of Prince Wang."

Although Su Wen is not a practitioner, he also knows that cultivation is not easy, and it is even more difficult to enter the state of enlightenment. He is very fortunate that he can not only get a beautiful painting, but also did not expect that this painting is still alive. The magical effect of enlightening people.

Enlightenment is a very special state, which cannot be measured by time. Perhaps just a moment of comprehension can benefit people endlessly, but this time Su Yunxue spent nearly half an hour before finally thinking about it. Waking up from the state of enlightenment.

Immediately afterwards, her body suddenly began to glow with a layer of faint blue light, and soon formed a vortex of aura, with her as the center pulling the aura from all directions towards the vortex to frantically gather.

"Well, a breakthrough."

Wang Changan looked at Su Yunxue in surprise and said, he never expected her to break through at this time.

I saw that Su Yunxue was in the center of the vortex, absorbing the surging spiritual energy with all her strength, refining it into vitality and storing it in her body. This situation lasted for a long time. When everything returned to calm, she opened her eyes for the first time. In the depths of the pupils there was a bright light.

Su Yunxue looked at Wang Changan with a smile, and said gratefully: "Thank you, brother, for this painting, which made it possible for me not to pass through this long-standing obstacle in my practice, and to enter the spiritual bone realm smoothly."

Before that, she was at the stage of great achievement in the sea of ​​energy, but she was still unable to break through, just because she lacked a feeling, she was still unable to break through the invisible barrier between the two realms.

(End of this chapter)