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Chapter 167 Shame

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    From the beginning to the end, Manjusri never looked directly at Lin Baixuan, and his attention was all on Xiaoqing.  For this "ordinary man", Manjusri has no interest at all.

    When Manjusri left, he just gave Xiaoqing a regretful look, and said slowly, "If Fellow Daoist Shiji changes his mind, there is still time!"

    "I accept it with good intentions!" Xiaoqing's answer was also very firm, "I will go wherever the young master is. As for the great catastrophe of the gods, whether you should or should not, everything depends on the situation!"

    Seeing Xiaoqing's resolute words, Manjusri also walked very simply.

    Lin Baixuan just glanced at him indifferently, and had no intention of keeping him.

    Don't be afraid of being plotted by someone, but be afraid that no one will respond.

    The way of heaven collapsed, and Manjusri did not have any special adventures. He has been reincarnated and rebuilt until now, but he is just a true wishful immortal.  Naturally, the more such cannon fodder, the better.

    The only thing that made Lin Baixuan a little concerned was the sentence before he left, "an ancient Buddha awakened from his deep sleep".

    Manjushri, who can instruct one of the four great Bodhisattvas, must be one of the three Buddhas.

    Manjusri Guangfa Tianzun and Puxian Daoist, the two rebellious boys, are purely out of their minds and completely limped by the burning lamp.  Seeing that the conferring of the gods has ended and the interpretation of teaching has won a complete victory, he actually wants to join the Western religion.

    In the Jiuqu Yellow River Formation, the two men lost all their cultivation, but it was the sage Yuqing who showed kindness and regained their mana.

    Ran Deng rebelled against teaching, at least he got a past Buddha.  And until the end, these two unlucky ones were nothing more than Bodhisattvas in the realm of Taiyi Golden Immortal, which was far different than Ci Hangdao's kind of Taiyi True Immortal who was only one step away from Buddha.

    In contrast, Ci Hangdao is a real thoughtful person.

    ? In teaching, Ci Hang Taoist is just one of the twelve Taiyi Golden Immortals, but after going to the Western religion, he transformed himself into Avalokitesvara, and became the most famous Buddhist image spokesperson in the world.

    The common people may not be able to name all the Buddhas of the ten directions in the third generation and the ten directions, but for Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who in the world does not know, who does not know?

    Thinking of Guanyin Bodhisattva, Lin Baixuan suddenly became interested in painting.

    Avalokitesvara of Fish Basket, Avalokitesvara of Thousand Hands, Avalokitesvara of Leading the Way, etc., have all been seen many times in later generations.  And Zhang Daqian copied the portrait of Avalokitesvara in Mogao Grottoes, but in the end he damaged a lot of murals.

    He thought for a long time, holding the pen in his right hand, pondering over the drawing paper.

    Seeing that he seemed to be about to splash ink, Xiaoqing suddenly became energetic.

    For a long time, Lin Baixuan was dressed in Huajian Shuo Xueyi, carrying two picture scrolls transformed from Zhuxian swords on his back, and a jade pen hanging from his waist. He looked like a literati.

    But I have never seen him write and draw

    "My son is so brilliant in his cultivation, and he is so humble and gentle. It must be extremely powerful"

    Xiaoqing stared at Lin Baixuan's movements intently, before finishing her thoughts, she only listened to Lin Baixuan's order: "Xiaoqing, grind the ink!"

    "Oh¡ª¡ª" Xiaoqing's eyelids twitched, she hurriedly put down the Yaoqin, pulled herself together, moved her fingers with her wrists, held her breath, and rubbed a thick inkstone.  Lin Baixuan dipped himself in the ink, and suddenly there was a light tap, and a large drop of ink fell from the nib of the pen and landed on the paper, immediately staining a piece of snow-white drawing paper.

    Xiaoqing came from a famous family with extensive knowledge, and thought in her heart: "It turns out that the young master wants to paint with ink"

    I saw Lin Baixuan held his breath and drew a few short lines beside the ink ball, like a circle of light.  With another stroke, I drew a big round apple under the aperture, and with a few strokes, I outlined a big cloth bag.

    "Could it be that the young master took pity on the poverty of the world, and used his magic power to draw some fruits, intending to give them to the poor?"

    Seeing that Lin Baixuan painted a few black dots on the big apple with a pen again, Xiaoqing thought for a moment, and secretly guessed: "What are these black dots? Could it be bugs? Could it be that the young master taught me that heaven and earth are not perfect, and that a sage  Is there no such thing as omnipotence and all things are useless"

    Just listen to Lin Baixuan's words: "Xiaoqing, come and see, is my Guanshiyin Bodhisattva painted well?"

    Xiaoqing was taken aback, only then did she realize that the young master had actually drawn a Guanyin.  She couldn't help but widen her beautiful eyes, opened her tongue for a while, and then asked weakly, "Thisis this Guanyin?"

    Lin Baixuan rolled his eyes at Xiaoqing, and said, "Don't just look at the outside, I have seen Guanyin painted by Tang people, most of them are plump, round and jade-like. They are fleshy and have a special charm!"

    A few words made Xiaoqing suspicious. She closed her eyes and meditated, recalling the appearance of the Cihang Taoist back then. After a long while, she said eagerly: "Cihang like GuanyinIt's not exactly chubby"

    "Really?" Lin Baixuan put down his brush curiously, and asked, "What did the Ci Hangdao people look like back then?"

    Xiaoqing hesitated for a moment, then took the Dingling pen, took another piece of drawing paper, thought for a while, and made a few sketches with the brush, and a real image of a clear-faced and elegant temperament appeared vividly on the paper.

    Lin Baixuan praised, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Xiaoqing has such a wonderful brush. From now on, I will rely on you to teach my master's drawing skills¡ª¡ª"

    At this time, Xiaoqing finally realized that this handsome and elegant Mr. Lin turned out to be a silver-like pewter gun head and full of embroidered pillows. He couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Mr.

    "What kind of eyes are you looking at?" Lin Baixuan curled his lips in disdain, "Although I'm not very good at writing and drawing, but when it comes to analog and digital electronics, matrix complex transformation, and automatic control programming, who in the three worlds can compare  Me? Besides, I¡¯m not very good at writing poems, but I¡¯m still very good at reciting poems"

    Xiao Qing didn't understand Lin Baixuan's set of professional terminology, so she just thought it was an extremely powerful spell, nodded and sighed immediately: "That's true! During the catastrophe, all monks struggled hard in order to fight for a chance of life  , I don¡¯t have much interest in learning to write and draw.¡±

    Seeing that her expression was getting sad, Lin Baixuan immediately changed the topic, and said with a smile: "Xiaoqing, in your opinion, among the three religions, whose piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are more outstanding?"

    Xiaoqing pondered for a while, then said slowly: "In terms of piano skills, it is said that Xuanyuan's jade pipa is the most outstanding. Apart from her, the concubine has also dabbled a little bit; although everyone can play chess, it is rumored that it is played by immortals.  The ancestor, Zhen Yuanzi, is the most proficient; calligraphy has its own strengths, but only the master holds the four swords of Zhuxian, and integrates the meaning of the sword into the strokes of the brush, which is recognized as the best in the three worlds."

    "As for the painting skills, Zixiao guest Hongyun Taoist is the most outstanding. After Hongyun's death, five people, including Fudezhen Immortal Yun Zhongzi, three senior sisters from Sanxian Island, and Caiyun Fairy, will be the leader."

    Lin Baixuan said with a cheeky smile: "It turns out that Xiaoqing is in the shape of jade and has such a talent for phonology. But if I want to learn painting, where do I go to find Yunzhongzi and Yunxiao now? Why don't Xiaoqing teach me first!"

    Xiaoqing covered her mouth with a chuckle and said, "If you want to learn painting, my son, I'm afraid you must first learn the basic brushwork techniques such as hooking, chapping, dyeing, and dotting"

    Lin Baixuan blushed, and while listening carefully to Xiaoqing's teaching, he secretly put away the "Avalokitesvara with Apples in a Cloth Bag", and then shook it lightly, turning it into smoke and dust all over the floor.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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