Watching Jining disappear in a hurry, leaving behind a group of stunned monks.
One hundred thousand spiritual stones is a huge wealth for them. Many of them monks may not be able to get fifty thousand spiritual stones, so one of the monks said in annoyance: "If I had known, I would have bought it with one thousand spiritual stones, and then sold it to I earned ninety-nine thousand spiritual stones from such a fool."
His words caused a burst of laughter around him, and also made everyone recover from their shock. Some people showed doubts, others showed regrets, and some began to pay attention to the calligraphy and paintings beside the old man.
At this time, a monk said with a smile: "Old drunkard, is that person just now your accomplice, deliberately leading us to the bait?" His words also caused the echo of several low-level monks nearby.
The old man picked up the huge gourd next to him and took a sip, and said drunkenly: "Hey, you guys didn't see the beauty of that painting, but the fellow Taoist just now saw the beauty of that painting..."
"Cognition determines vision, so the world in everyone's eyes is different. You think that person is stupid, but in that person's eyes, you are the same!"
"Just now this Taoist friend said that he would have made a lot of money by buying this painting. I still have two pieces that I haven't sold. These two pieces are worth a thousand spiritual stones. Which one of you wants it?" he said hehely.
"The old drunkard is playing tricks, don't be fooled by him, a thousand spiritual stones is not a small amount." A monk next to him shouted, but the old man didn't care after hearing this, and looked at everyone with a smile.
This also made some monks around him hesitate again. Several monks who originally wanted to buy the painting also backed away. After all, the painting was just beautiful and had nothing special about it.
If it just looks good, they can find a painter to draw it themselves, and only a few spiritual stones are enough.
The drunken old man looked around and saw that no one had any intention of buying it, so he put away the two paintings on the ground, grabbed the gourd, got up and staggered away.
Everyone looked at the drunken old man staggering away from Chaofang City, and felt an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, because they felt that this drunken old man seemed to be just a low-level monk with golden elixir strength, but he was somewhat different from the golden elixir monk.
When everyone was surprised, they seemed to hear the old man's words: "The way of heaven is vague and mysterious, and the mysterious is mysterious. It is the door of all wonderful things! If you don't enter the door of all wonderful things, you will end up looking at paintings just as paintings."
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After Jining left Dianzhou City, he headed towards Beihuan Island at lightning speed. At this time, he was still a little uneasy because he thought of the shocking glance of the drunken old man. Although it was just a casual glance, it still made him still... Terrified.
He knew that this drunken old man was no ordinary person, but he didn't expect to be hanging around in such a low-level city.
He didn't stop along the way, and it only took him most of the day to return to Beihuan Island.
In the main hall, he gently opened the painting, and immediately the majestic breath of the dragon came to him.
Looking at the dragon Jining with its majestic aura, Jining was a little unbelievable. The drunken old man's random strokes did not stir up the vitality of the surrounding world, but he condensed into this powerful dragon.
Jining felt that if this dragon was inspired, its strength should not be weaker than that of ordinary early-level monks of the Virtual God Realm.
This also made Jining feel too weird, and then the scene of the drunken old man waving his hair appeared in his mind, and his hand moved gently along with it. However, he found that no matter how he imitated, the strange charm was always missing. .
"Is this the Tao?" Jining said secretly in his heart. This also made him understand that if he didn't know the Tao, he could only imitate its shape but not its spirit.
"Although the shortcut is easy, it will not go far after all!" He put away the painting and said to himself lightly, which also made him know that this shortcut will not work in the end...
Not long after, a small talisman shop opened in Dianzhoufang City.
This shop is opened by a young low-level spiritual talisman master, and all the low-level talismans in the shop are made by him.
It's just that the power of the talismans sold in the shop is not satisfactory. Although the price is not high, there are still few monks willing to waste spiritual stones to buy these useless talismans.
Therefore, the business of the store is very sluggish, and it can be said that there are no people around. It also makes the surrounding stores think that the store has not been open for a long time.
However, this small shop remained standing for decades. However, later some monks discovered that most of the talismans sold in this talisman shop were mediocre in power and even worse than the same level of talismans. However, there were a few talismans with astonishing power. .
Gradually, powerful talismans began to appear frequently in this small shop, and this shop gradually became famous.
Many monks came here in admiration, hoping to find good things with their own eyesight. However, they found that these spiritual talismans were a little special. They did not seem to contain a trace of spiritual energy, and they were no different from the lowest-priced talismans.
Such strange talismans also caused many monks to come here in excitement and leave in despair.
However, just when everyone started talking about this small shop, this small shop suddenly closed overnight.
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In the Bailu Peak Hall of Beihuan Island, Jining's face was calm and his hand gently crossed the void. Nine strange characters appeared in the void. However, these nine characters did not reveal great power. They seemed to be just ordinary zigzags, but they were different from the void. There is an inexplicable fit between words and space, and there is a special charm.
Suddenly these nine words exuded a holy aura, and the surrounding void suddenly became clearer. These nine words seemed to be able to cleanse away the filth in the world.
Looking at the few words that disappeared, he showed a smile and said softly to himself: "What is the Tao! The great road is simple, but under the complicated heart..."
Then he said to himself: "Although these nine characters are not fully understood, they still have their charm..."
This also reminded him of the decades he spent in Fang City, Dianzhou, where he practiced Yunzhuan, a secret technique of talismans. Yunzhuan is the technique closest to the Tao among the talismans. It is said that Yunzhuan originated from Book of heaven.
It turned out that he got some inspiration from the dragon picture, so he began to study the art of Yunzhuan. The art of Yunzhuan was also known from Dongfang Shuo's "Zhiwuzhi". With these decades of painstaking study of Yunzhuan, Jining also learned the art of Yunzhuan. There was a glimmer of understanding about the strange character that I had inadvertently acquired.
After he felt that he had understood Yunzhuan, he ended his life in Fangshi, Dianzhou.
On the Egret Peak, two people were sitting face to face at the bluestone table, drinking tea. These two people were Jining and Xuan Shang.
"Why do fellow Taoists Ji want to live in seclusion in Dianzhou City for decades?" Xuan Shang asked, putting down his tea cup.
Jining pondered for a moment and then asked: "Back then, Jin met a strange man in the market and got a strange painting from him."
Then he spread the strange painting on the stone table, and suddenly a dragon's power came over it. Xuan Shang was shocked when he saw the painting, and then said with emotion: "There is a strange man in the spiritual world, known as the painting saint. It is said that the cultivator Because he has reached the Mahayana realm, his whereabouts are elusive, but no one has seen his true face. Sometimes he pretends to be a young scholar, and sometimes he transforms into a slovenly old man."
"Although I have never seen this person, I have seen his paintings before. When I saw the painting of Daoist Fellow Ji today, it was most likely from his hand. I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Ji would have such an opportunity to get it. This person's painting." Xuan Shang shook his head and said.
Hearing Xuan Shang's words, Jining suddenly realized.
