In the space where the stone platform is located, the three braziers are still burning, as if they will never burn out.
A middle-aged man sat cross-legged on the stone platform, with his hair draped over his shoulders and a beard hanging down on his chest.
The middle-aged man is Fan Yi.
But this time, twenty years have passed since I sat there, and this space is like a human prison, with no external life except endless silence.
Middle-aged Fan Yi finally slowly opened his eyes. There was no feeling of hunger or exhaustion, but only inner peace.
Before, he was still thinking whether he was tricked into this place by the painter and imprisoned with him, but it doesn't matter now.
The realm of cultivation is still the fourth realm, because the space above the stone platform cannot absorb more spiritual energy and can only barely maintain its vitality.
Middle-aged Fan Yi let out a long breath and stretched out his fingers to outline on the stone platform.
Because the stone platform is too hard, no traces can be left at all.
Middle-aged Fan Yi is still sketching the scene in his mind.
Perhaps only he himself can understand what he wants to outline.
Gradually, the finger that outlined the drawing in his heart seemed to be experiencing a lot of resistance, and sweat began to fall from his forehead.
After sketching for an hour, middle-aged Fan Yi slowly took back his hand.
He murmured to himself and said:
"It would be great if you could give me a bamboo pen and a piece of rice paper. It would be a pity not to show such a magnificent beauty to others."
After middle-aged Fan Yi let out a long sigh, his eyes became a little darker.
He couldn't remember exactly how long it had been since he had been here.
Originally, twenty years ago, he was going to become a disciple of Wuzong, and then he became successful in cultivation and collected corpses for Lord Qin, but now he can't even see his family members.
I don’t know what is happening to my father, second uncle, and Rongcheng now.
Middle-aged Fan Yi smiled bitterly, then shook his head and said:
"So that's it. Everything you think and think about is just what's in your heart. There is a difference between me and me. What can be changed by presence or absence? Being born as a human being is inherently lonely."
Everything can be let go. Letting go is relief and detachment.
Think of this.
Immediately, the three braziers on the stone began to rotate slowly, but the movement was too small for middle-aged Fan Yi to notice it.
Leisurely, an old voice finally sounded:
"Fan Yi, what do you want to do most now?"
Middle-aged Fan Yi was slightly stunned, but the expression on his face was still extremely calm. Perhaps it was because his heart had changed as he grew older.
Fan Yi whispered:
"I have the Qianlong scroll in my heart, but I have no choice but to have paper and pen. It's a pity, it's a pity."
The old voice smiled slightly and then said:
"It's easy with pen and paper, go on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of rice paper slowly fell from the center of the three braziers, with a bamboo pen on it.
Middle-aged Fan Yi raised his head and watched them coming, then stretched out his hands to catch them.
With paper and pen, middle-aged Fan Yi's expression remained calm and he didn't want to care about the reason.
He just wants to paint a picture, a picture that can consume his life.
Moved!
Middle-aged Fan Yi began to use a bamboo pen to outline patterns.
Wherever he passes one stroke at a time, it looks like the sea, the mountains, the moon and the sky.
The bamboo pen flies across the rice paper, fast but endless.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
The old voice sounded again:
"That's enough, there's no need to draw anymore. You already have the universe in your heart, and you can't finish it or finish it."
The middle-aged Fan Yi ignored it and continued to sketch the pattern.
The old voice chuckled:
"Fan Yi, you have passed the soul test, I will let you leave this place now."
Hear the words.
Middle-aged Fan Yi finally stopped the bamboo pen in his hand, but his eyes were slightly confused, as if he was remembering.
said:
"Soul test? Soul test...?"
"Yeah, if you didn't tell me, I would have really forgotten. So I can leave here?"
Don't wait for the painter's answer.
Middle-aged Fan Yi continued:
"But what can I do after I get out? It seems like I can't do anything."
The words just fell.
The vision in front of middle-aged Fan Yi began to dim, and it was black again, endless black.
At this time.
A familiar voice sounded from Fan Yi's ears, saying in a childlike voice:
"Fan Yi, wake up quickly. You have passed the soul test. Please open your eyes soon."
This voice belongs to Tianlingyin!
Fan Yi suddenly opened his eyes and saw that the scene in front of him was both strange and familiar.
On the black bone hand, there are vague figures in the Tai Chi pattern, and a small golden bucket is suspended in front of the eyes.
It's the painter and the Tianling Seal.
Fan Yi stood up slowly, staggering slightly, but looking back, his appearance was exactly the same as when he entered the monster-catching painting.
There is no middle-aged Fan Yi.
Only young Fan Yi.
Fan Yi finally understood at this moment.
It turns out that the space he is in, which seems to last more than twenty years, is only a moment in the outside world.
Twenty years, one moment.
He even doubted whether he had really been sitting there for twenty years.
The painter smiled and said:
"You have passed the soul test, and now I will pass on this monster-catching painting to you."
"I have nothing else to ask of you. You already have something in your heart, so there is no need to say more."
Fan Yi bowed three times to the blurry figure and asked:
"Senior, is he still alive? Will there be a chance to meet again in the future?"
The painter was silent for a long time and said leisurely:
"Painter, haha, painter!"
"If we are destined to meet, we can meet each other, but when the time comes, will you be like me?"
At this point, the painter didn't say any more.
Fan Yi hurriedly said:
"Same as you? What do you mean?"
There was silence for a long time.
The painter did not answer Fan's question directly, but simply said:
"Only when you have the universe in your heart can you see the universe. No matter what happens in the future, you can't give up. Do you understand?"
Fan Yi repeated the painter's words, but couldn't understand them for a moment.
"Okay, Fan Yi, now that you can control the monster-catching painting, my remaining consciousness will dissipate."
"So be it."
After saying that, the blurry figure disappeared instantly.
Before Fan Yi sent him off respectfully, he found that his mind was establishing a connection with the bloody desert and the black bone hand.
It's like in the painting of catching monsters, everything from the large space to the small grains of sand are all outlined by him one stroke at a time.
Not inheritance, but creation!
With a thought in Fan Yi's mind, he returned to the stone bridge from the monster-catching painting.
Tianlingyin asked hurriedly:
"How about it?"
Fan Yi smiled and nodded and said:
"Let's go, we've made that big demon wait long enough, it's time to make an end."
The young man clenched his fist.
His temperament has also undergone earth-shaking changes.
Roulette mirror at this time.
It muttered secretly in its heart:
"Human youths are not simple. Maybe one day, the Nether World will no longer be a prison."
Netherland, prison!
