Inside the shrine, the three of them fell into deep sorrow.
For a long time, Chu Guanmeng was dejected, "Well, before, I wanted to eat the culprit alive."
Now, sentient beings are to blame.
"The demons can never be killed." Lin Du suddenly said, "I used to think that the demons could never be killed. Later, I personally wiped out the demon world, but now I realize that this sentence is right."
What cannot be killed is not evil spirits, but the feelings of all living beings.
No living beings can be killed.
The truth is so cruel, human beings are always trying and erroring, destroying, and saving.
"Then people like us who kill evil spirits will never be killed." Wei Zhi suddenly said, "The righteous way can't kill them all."
Lin Du knelt down, carefully picked up the pottery he had broken, and placed it again on the altar.
Then, she raised her hand to form a seal.
The talisman slowly poured out from her palm, and then turned into a flowing golden divine ring.
The golden light instantly cleared the entire shrine, and the resentment of the three poisons was instantly extinguished by the golden light.
Wei Zhi sacrificed the Demon Subduing Pestle and raised his hand to form a seal. The Demon Subduing Pestle fell heavily and penetrated the Seal of All Living Beings. In an instant, the seal was shattered.
The shrine shook again, the stone slabs collapsed, earth debris flew up, the space twisted and changed, and they returned to the stone path.
In other words, it is a stone chamber.
There are many pottery pots in the stone chamber, as well as many linen cloths with many scenes painted on them. In the center, there is a bright ball of light suspended.
There are already many people waiting around, but it seems that no one has successfully obtained the innate spiritual treasure.
Lin Du did not go to get the light ball immediately. She held down the restless Fusheng Fan and looked at every painting around her.
Chu Guanmeng babbled through the contract, "Can you do it? The Fusheng Fan can hardly hold it down."
Lin Du shook his head, "There's no rush."
She stood in front of each painting, including landscapes, figures, birds and beasts. The splendor contained ancient simplicity and ancient richness.
"What kind of spiritual treasure is this? Why can't I touch it? Could it be that the achievement has no substance?"
"Could it be divine power?"
"How can there be such divine power in the world waiting for you to absorb it?" Yi Xian couldn't help laughing after hearing this.
Lin Du finally walked to a painting and said, "Found it."
Chu Guanmeng and everyone present were stunned for a moment, "What did you find?"
"What did you find?"
inherited? treasure?
Lin Du raised his hand, "I found it, the first painting."
Everyone's quietly perked ears relaxed, then it's okay...
I thought it was some kind of treasure.
Unexpectedly, Lin Du jumped into the painting in the next moment.
The pupils of those who witnessed everything were shocked.
"No, is there a mystery in this painting?"
Everyone went to look for nearby paintings, and sure enough, they were all swallowed up in the painting.
But he was not very lucky. After a while, he ran out crawling.
"This is an ancient mythical beast. If you go in, you're looking for death!"
Some people came out in embarrassment after a long time and said happily to their companions, "Look! I captured this beast alive!"
Unexpectedly, when he raised the rope to bind the immortal, it came up empty.
"What the hell...can't bring it out." The man was so happy that he walked out angrily in embarrassment.
There was a weak Xingjun who came a step late and shook his head, "A bunch of vulgar people."
He stepped forward politely, "Where do you think this place is? Which ancient god's relic is this?"
Someone asked, "Does this Xingjun already know?"
He nodded, "Of course, you can see paintings everywhere along the way. The person who has the miracle of painting into an illusion must be the ancestor of painting!"
On the other side, Lin Du had fallen into a simple wilderness.
The mountains and rivers are cool, the sky is filled with rays of rays, and in the rainbow light, the sun is not clear, but the original energy is everywhere.
A woman looked at the person who came in and was not panicked. She just said, "Do you know who I am?"
Lin Du smiled, "In future generations, we will call you Hua Lei. Maybe your original name is Kao Shou?"
"Sure enough, they are from later generations." The woman held a brush in her hand that was a bit rougher than it is now. She lowered her head and drew a stroke on the turtle shell. However, it was not words, but... patterns.
Hua Lei lowered her eyes and said, "It turns out that I am named after a painting, which is not bad."
"Painting began with Lei, so it is called Painting Lei. This is the record of our future generations." Lin Du recited the old saying, which was a bit lame and jerky. [Note 1]
But Hua Lei understood and was very happy, "How did you find the first magical painting I left behind?"
Lin Du replied, "The paintings naturally allow people to read the heartfelt mood of wanting to create and record. When I look at his paintings, I am amazed by his skills, so I came here to immerse myself in them."
Hua Lei looked at Lin Du, "Since you are a descendant, if you want to take away my inheritance, you must paint a painting that can impress me."
Lin Du nodded, "Please wait a little longer."
The moment she picked up the pen, she thought of the days when Feng Yi said she was clumsy and had only the spirit of a craftsman and no intention of painting.
The original paintings that were brought to her, and the days when she was ordered to go out and come back to paint the most impressive scenery, seemed far away, but at the same time they seemed very close.
Lin Du's paintings have always been full of craftsmanship. The technique to use for each stroke and the shades were all thought out in advance and taught by Feng Yi.
But at this moment, Lin Du felt strangely like a god was helping him.
As she splashed ink, a scene overlooking the entire Supreme Sect from the top of the peak was soon revealed.
Hua Lei watched quietly, sometimes smiling and sometimes frowning.
Lin Du has been painting, and this time and space seems like the scenery will never change. The majestic wind is blowing, the colorful clouds are colorful, and the auspicious beasts are flying in the sky. They are clearly alive, but they also seem to be still.
The sun will never set, the light will never fade, and the beauty will stay forever.
However, her painting seems to be seeing a scene from day to night during the painting process. It is not until the warm light of the world and the starlight of the sky fall one after another that the moment of the painting is fixed.
The mountains and rivers are continuous, and so is the human world.
Until she put down the last stroke, Hua Lei remained silent for a long time, and finally raised her hand to wipe away a tear from the corner of her eye.
"I can feel it."
Although she couldn't understand it and had never seen such a world, she felt it.
A person stands on the highest solitary peak, overlooking the warm colors of the world. Under the melting moonlight, the wine is still warm and people are reunited.
The whole house was happy, but the lonely peak was deserted.
There are many emotions filled in it, such as relief, joy, satisfaction, success and retirement, peace in the world, all the mountains and small mountains at a glance, I am the only one in the world, and the silence and freedom that are not easy to detect.
People should be so rich.
Hualei asked her, "Is this what you saw when you were most sad?"
Lin Du shook his head, "No, this is my favorite sight."
Hua Lei laughed, "Then I probably feel right."
She suddenly felt something, "Someone else handed in the answer sheet. The painting was extremely magnificent. It is a beauty that I can't even match. The painting skills are better than yours."
Lin Du had no regrets, "I'm indeed not as good as him."
She probably didn't have the talent for this kind of artistic creation.
"But I like your paintings better." Hua Lei said in turn, "You make me feel that only when you hold that pen can you draw a truly beautiful world that people like."
Her eyes were soft, and her beautiful face showed an astonishing brilliance, "This pen should be yours."
Lin Du asked, "Even if I can kill someone with that pen?"
"Beautiful things also need to get rid of bad things, just like after the paintbrush leaves traces, we still have to use a carving knife to carve the real words and patterns."
"What you can feel is not just the light of dreams, but the real world."
After Hua Lei finished speaking, "Just like, you also hold the innate spiritual treasure born from my brother Shun, don't you?"
"This fan has chosen you, which shows that you are qualified. Whether it is this pen or this fan, your heart is destined that you can have them."
Lin Du lowered his head and looked at the Fusheng fan in his palm.
The innate spiritual treasure will change its form in response to the owner's heart.
In Shun's place, in order to seek help from wise men, he made a Wuming Fan, which fell into Lin Du's hands and became a floating fan that was cold and dark when he was not working, but shone brightly when he was using it. [Note 2]
The seniors in the library once saw at a glance that this fan was a heavenly innate spiritual treasure, but at that time it could only display half of its capabilities.
The other half, she learned during the contract, was the accompanying spiritual creature, the Dream Pen.
It turns out that this book belongs to the brother and sister.
The moment Lin Du agreed, he was already in the stone room again.
The ball of precious light directly penetrated Lin Du's body, and the Floating Fan unceremoniously forced out Lin Du's essence and blood. In an instant, the dream pen appeared in Lin Du's hand, and information after the contract also poured into Lin Du's consciousness. Inside.
The innate spiritual treasure dream pen can use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as ink, and can draw illusions with the wave of your hand, just like the real world.
If the writer's spiritual consciousness is strong enough, the beast in the painting can be transformed into reality.
And for Lin Du, a formation cultivator, there is another wonderful use.
As for what would happen if she united with the Fusheng Fan, she still had to wait for Lin Du to experiment and explore it one by one. At least...she had to accept and digest all of Hua Lei's inheritance before looking for the person who gave birth to the Fusheng Fan.
When she came back to her senses, she realized that everyone in the stone room was staring at her with eager eyes.
Lin Du subconsciously turned his pen and looked down at the immortals in front of him, "No, I'm here to get back what belongs to me. You don't have to look at me like this, right?"
Before anyone could react to the meaning, she raised her hand and poured spiritual power into the dream pen, drawing a scene of stone pillars in the outside world in the air. With her other hand, she dragged Wei Zhi, who was wandering around and studying out of boredom, and ran away.
The white-haired dumpling clung to Wei Zhi's shoulder, "No!!! Can you tell me in advance every time you two speed up! I will really lose my hair!!!"
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Note 1: "Shuowen Jiezi", "Painting Lei, Shun's sister. Painting began with Lei, so it is called Hua Lei."; "Painting History Meeting", "Painting Lei, Shun's sister is also.", "Hanshu· It is also recorded in "Characters of Ancient and Modern Times": Tongshou and Shunmei, the painting of Lei is Tongshou, also known as Lei.
Although there are different opinions about the ancestor of painting, some people believe that the ancestor of painting is Hua Lei. Unfortunately, because she was a woman in ancient times, there is not much historical data to verify it.
Note 2: Cui Bao of the Jin Dynasty, "Ancient and Modern Notes·Yu Fu", "The Wuming Fan was made by Shun. Since he was inspired by Yao's Zen to spread sight and hearing, he asked wise men to help him, so he made the Wuming Fan."
Note: The earliest writing brushes can be traced back to 20,000 years ago. They were used to apply cinnabar to draw textures. There is a saying that before oracle bone inscriptions were carved, a brush (or similar object) was also used to create traces of the base.
All the characters quoted in this article, including the previous ones and the latter ones, have been artistically processed. Please do not pay attention to or associate with other system contents, just listen to me here (no).
