The Little Doctor of Springfield

Digo finally breathed a sigh of relief, not because Dongshan Taoist priest let go, but because he finally said something he could understand.

"You may not draw eyes..." Digo thought for a moment and said, "I think you can do it."

"It depends on whether he has strong willpower..." Dongshan Taoist priest said faintly, "without that little guidance, if you want to find It's hard. "

Digo was a little confused and didn't know what to do now.

"I can draw a picture for you..." Dongshan Taoist priest said again, "I don't draw my eyes. After you go out, you can find a painter to add your eyes. It may not be much like that, but remember to be good at drawing eyes."

"Thank you Digo quickly got up to thank him.

"Do you have a picture?" Taoist priest Dongshan asked again. ,

"yes..." Digo took out several books from his bag, as well as several old sheepskin scrolls, and put them in front of Taoist priest Dongshan, "look, all the pictures on the sheepskin scrolls were painted by our painters, and these books record the appearance of the son. You can refer to these. Of course, how to draw depends on your own understanding. I also know that there is no one without God in your works. "

Dongshan Taoist priest nodded, "three days later, come to me to get the painting."

Digo got up again. This time, instead of bowing, he knelt down to him.

It wasn't long before Digo got up and went down the mountain, while Taoist priest Dongshan sat there and didn't leave. After a long time, he picked up the painting and looked at it.

Since the monk died, he felt lonely.

Buddhism and Taoism came together from the beginning. Although they didn't even meet each other, they knew each other existed.

But Now I'm alone There are masters hidden here, but who are they?

The more Taoist Dongshan thought about it, the more annoyed he was. He hasn't been so annoyed and uneasy for a long time.

So he just picked up the pen and paper and began to draw.

Of course, Li Jin didn't know anything about it. He didn't even know that Li Erhe had won a three character classic.

On this day, the test results finally came out.

Douzi is indeed Xu Yang's daughter. For them who have been separated for several years, it is a happy thing.

Xu Yang and his wife couldn't help thanking Li Jin, but Dou Zi was still at a loss.

Although she remembered that she still had a father, she felt uncertain when she saw her real father standing in front of her.

Li Jin did not say anything, just watched them leave here.

When he left, Li Jin bought a lot of things for Dou Zi, including clothes and food.

When Dou Zi left, he left with a prosthesis, which was the last thing Li Jin could do.

After Douzi left, other children began to go to school one after another, but before going to school, there were special teachers to teach them to walk and eat normally.

The most important thing is to teach them how to use the prosthesis flexibly. Although it seems difficult, fortunately they are still used to it.

Zhang De went back to work immediately after his marriage. Yang Xiuzhu arranged a good job for Xiao Luan. The couple immediately went to see the new house and called Li Jin over.

Looking at their happy appearance, Li Jin himself is also very happy.

Zhang De and Xiao Luan are there to arrange what to do here and what to do with those things, while Li Jin is sitting there listening. This real life makes Li Jin feel a bit messy.

At the same time, Digo once again visited Taoist priest Dongshan.

This time, Taoist priest Dongshan didn't wait for him there. Instead, he asked a Taoist boy to wait for him there. After seeing Digo, Taoist boy gave him the picture he had already wrapped up and left without saying a word.

Digo held the painting tightly, paid homage to Taoist priest Dongshan's Taoist temple, and then left baiyun temple.

After going down the mountain, Digo didn't stay much. On the same day, he left Meihe village and disappeared.

Soon afterwards, Digo appeared at the Vatican.

After being killed by Li Jin, the Vatican had no experts at all. They sent out the most senior priests in the Vatican to greet them and put the painting as a treasure in the most noble position.

Then their people began to look around for the best painters and draw eyes on the painting.

Finally, they invited a famous painter to draw eyes.

When I opened the painting, I saw an almost perfect man standing in a sea of blood.

Although the color is not so bright, not so changeable, and look at the stroke is not much, but it makes people feel a burst of impact.

The painter thought it was a very simple thing, but after seeing the painting, he couldn't do it.

He sat in front of the painting and looked at it for three days. At last, he vomited a mouthful of blood, because he found that he really didn't know how to do it so as not to destroy the artistic conception of the painting.Although there are no eyes, but this person seems to have been looking at themselves, perfect to the extreme.

The people of the Holy See were very anxious when they found out, so they wanted to invite painters again. But those who invited painters already laughed bitterly. This is the best painters they can get. If he can't do it, I really don't know who else can.

Fortunately, the painter is also a stubborn person, and did not retreat, but let them wait.

The Vatican can only wait, waiting for the painter to move his pen.

These days, the Vatican has given the painter the best treatment. He has not only provided good food and drink, but also found some gorgeous women to accompany the painter, so that the painter can draw those two eyes.

The painter lived up to the treatment given to him by the Holy See. One day, he walked down from several women naked without wearing any clothes. It was as if he had the inspiration to come to the Holy See and began to draw there with a pen.

It's hard to write, but it's much easier to write.

As soon as the painter writes, it's like he has a blueprint in his chest, so he paints very quickly.

By the next morning, the picture had been finished.

The people of the Holy See were so happy that all the priests were there.

But when they arrived, the painter was dead.

The painter who has been eating so fat these days is now so thin that he just sits there and looks at the painting with a smile on his face.

Obviously, this pair of eyes, has consumed all his energy, can no longer support, so dead.

The priests were silent and ordered the painter to be buried.

When I looked at the painting again, I felt that it was lifelike, as if something was coming down from it.