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Text Chapter 524: The Divine Monk Is Incompetent

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    In an instant, Yang Tian suddenly felt a tightness on his back and he could no longer move. He was carried away by someone. He was so frightened that he didn't know who had fallen into his hands.

    But it only took a blink of an eye, and I was down to earth again. At the same time, I loosened my back and regained my freedom.

    He hurriedly looked back, and was immediately startled again. He saw a skinny old monk with gray beard and eyebrows, who was about to die. He was staring at a pair of cloudy old eyes, looking at him for a moment. Perhaps it was because of too much surprise.  It actually glowed with some vitality,

    If it were in the vast world, it would be ordinary for an old man like this to catch a lot of them everywhere. Yang Tian would never feel scared, but this is the fairy world. Once such a half-dead old guy appears, it will definitely not be taken lightly.  generation,

    I don¡¯t know what the old monk¡¯s purpose was in capturing him. When Yang Tian was extremely nervous, out of the corner of his eye, he saw that this place was a study room, because there were piles of messy papers or books everywhere. In fact,  It looks more like a utility room.

    "Ahem, oldmaster, may I ask where this is"

    Seeing the old monk staring directly at him without saying a word, Yang Tian felt a little frightened. After carefully taking a step back, he coughed dryly and said,

    "You are exposed"

    The old monk's mouth was still closed, but a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his voice immediately reached Yang Tian's ears. His answer was not what he asked, and there was a sense of gloating about his misfortune.

    "Exposed, what did I expose?"

    When Yang Tian was shocked, he subconsciously pretended to be stupid and said,

    "You have cultivated the Tathagata's Dharma, and you also have the Tathagata's phantom seal"

    The old monk still kept his mouth closed and kept saying without surprising,

    "Master, you have recognized the wrong person."

    Yang Tian bit his head and said,

    "They have set up a dragnet here a long time ago, just waiting for you to come. Now you can't get out"

    "The old monk's self-care, but Yang Tiancheng doesn't recognize it, obviously has no impact on him.

    "who are they."

    As soon as he heard about the dragnet, Yang Tian immediately showed a dejected look and said helplessly,

    "They are the masters here, and they follow orders from above"

    The old monk smiled again and pointed at the top while speaking.

    The owner here, of course, refers to the owner of the Great Buddha Temple, and the one above must be the Great Luoyu. According to the old monk, the Great Buddha Temple has long followed the instructions of the Great Buddha Temple and has laid a dragnet here, just waiting for himself.  From the net,

    Yang Tian was already anxious to death. Seeing the old monk smiling, not impatient and half-dead, he just wanted to step forward and strangle him by the neck, forcing him to tell everything he knew at once.

    "But even thinking about it with my buttocks, I knew that this old monk was extraordinary. I couldn't even move a finger on him.

    "That's the master."

    Yang Tian asked tentatively, no matter what, we must first find out where this old monk came from.

    "The old monk's name is Wudao."

    The old monk said with a smile,

    In fact, Yang Tian wanted to ask the old monk which side he was from, but the old monk¡¯s head seemed to be confused, and some of his answers were wrong.

    "WudaoMaster Wudao, please show me a way out for my disciples"

    Yang Tian almost ran away, but then he felt so blessed that he bowed down and prayed,

    "If you want to survive, you have to be my apprentice"

    The old monk said without hesitation, but the smile on his face became brighter.

    "this¡­¡­"

    Yang Tian was stunned, wondering what this weird old monk meant.

    "Hey, old man, you already have an apprentice of mine, isn't that enough?"

    When Yang Tian was hesitating, the pile of tattered papers on one side suddenly surged. When an angry voice came from inside, a young monk had already stood up.

    Yang Tianzhong was immediately startled. He didn't expect that there was a big living person hiding within a few feet around him. He didn't even notice it. This shows how weird this little monk is.

    This little monk is thin and small, but he looks cunning and cunning. His eyes are looking at Yang Tian slyly.

    Yang Tian also looked at the little monk, trying to figure out his cultivation level, but he couldn't see through it. He also had a strange feeling that this little monk was a little different.

    "Painter, lend your name to this little benefactor for a while. You just need to rest for a while. When he leaves, you can come out again"

    The old monk seems to have become accustomed to the young monk's rudeness. He also talks to him in a consultative tone. It seems that he treats this apprentice quite well.

    &nbsp"No, why do you want to borrow my name? Why don't you borrow it"

    The young monk objected without hesitation, with a stingy face.

    "Come on, painter"

    The old monk did not argue with him. He suddenly waved to the young monk with a smile and called softly,

    In Yang Tian¡¯s horrified eyes, the young monk, who was originally alive and kicking, suddenly flew up lightly, turned into a small paper man in mid-air, and fell into the palm of the old monk.

    The description of the little paper man is exactly the same as that of the little monk. The scary thing is that he is still winking and grinning at this time.

    Yang Tian was a little confused. He didn¡¯t know whether the little monk had turned into a paper man, or whether he was a paper man. However, judging from his name, Hua Sheng, the little monk was probably a paper man.

    Snapped,

    The old monk opened a tattered book and patted the page with his skinny hand. When he removed his palm, the little paper figure had turned into a painting on the page and would never move again.

    "hehe¡­¡­"

    When he closed the book lightly and threw it aside, the old monk turned to Yang Tian again,

    "Ahem, Master"

    Yang Tian immediately felt hairy all over his body and took a step back slightly, feeling the urge to escape.

    "Little donor, from now on, you are the painter"

    The old monk smiled and said,

    "Yes, this disciple will be a painter from now on"

    Yang Tian was stunned for a moment, and finally understood what the old monk meant, and nodded quickly,

    "Master, is it enough to just have a name? Do you want to change your appearance"

    Yang Tian asked again,

    "Change, just change yourself and see."

    The old monk said curiously,

    Yang Tian nodded, his body shimmered slightly, and he immediately changed his appearance according to the painter's appearance. He looked exactly like the painter.

    "Hehe, Master, what do you think?"

    Yang Tian is quite confident in his transformation skills, and feels a little proud in his heart.

    "Anyone who has seen a painter can recognize you as a fake at a glance"

    The old monk shook his head slightly and said,

    "Uh, what should I do"

    Yang Tian immediately said in embarrassment,

    ¡°I¡¯ll add a little for you, that¡¯ll be fine¡±

    When the old monk smiled and spoke, he casually touched a bald paintbrush on the table, and drew a few random strokes on Yang Tian's face and body, and then nodded with satisfaction.

    "Hey, thank you Master"

    Yang Tian said thank you, but in fact he didn¡¯t feel any difference from before. He couldn¡¯t help but wonder if the old monk was trying to save face, so he was trying to be mysterious and deceive himself.

    "Well, painters have to do things. Now that you have become a painter, you also have to do things"

    The old monk suddenly ordered again,

    "No problem, I wonder what painters do."

    Yang Tian happily agreed,

    "draw."

    The old monk casually threw a broken pen with all its hair off to Yang Tian.

    "draw."

    Yang Tian looked at the bald pen in his hand and was a little confused. Can he draw with this bald pen?

    "That's right, you can draw whatever you like, or you can follow this pattern"

    When the old monk nodded affirmatively, he suddenly turned out a shining golden picture album on the side and handed it to Yang Tian.

    Yang Tian dares to bet that this picture album is definitely the most valuable thing in this room, especially after seeing the four words "Chapter of Creation" on the picture album, he feels that it is a rare treasure.

    With curiosity, Yang Tian opened the first page of the album. When he saw clearly what was painted on it, he was immediately stunned.

    "Stone¡­¡­"

    Yang Tian couldn¡¯t help but exclaimed,

    That¡¯s right, the first page of the Book of Creation is just an ordinary stone, so simple,

    But Yang Tian would not really believe that the first page of this Book of Creation was really just a picture of a stone. Since the eyes could not see the mystery, his spiritual mind did not hesitate to explore it.

    Sure enough, the moment his spiritual thoughts invaded the first page of the album, Yang Tian immediately discovered that there was a shocking secret hidden in this simple stone.

    Once upon a time, Yang Tian worked hard to find out the secret of a small piece of stone, but the stone on this page clearly shows all the secrets of the stone.

    In other words, as long as you learn this paintingPaintings can be transformed into stones immediately, but there is a prerequisite. The changer must be able to control the energy required for change. If even the minimum energy cannot be gathered and arranged, what is the point of change?

    Yang Tian still has quite a lot of experience in changing into a stone, but at this time, it is not about changing, but about drawing a stone. Drawing a stone is equivalent to creating something out of thin air, which makes Yang Tian feel  difficulty,

    "Master, is there no ink"

    No matter how difficult it is, you still have to try. Yang Tian held the bald pen and when he tried to do it, he found that there was no ink. He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly,

    ¡°We don¡¯t use ink when we draw¡­¡±

    The old monk immediately shook his head and said,

    "How to draw without ink"

    Yang Tian immediately frowned and stared at the bald pen. His mind began to move rapidly. He felt that Master Wudao was definitely not making things difficult for him. In doing so, he seemed to want to teach himself something.

    "Stones, paintings, changes"

    Yang Tian looked at the stone, his mind turning rapidly. Yes, he could change the stone, but the change was just a change, and drawing a stone were completely different concepts.

    "Drawing a stone is equivalent to creating something out of thin air. How is this possible"

    Yang Tian thought about it and felt that with his current ability, he couldn't draw a single stone. He couldn't help but feel embarrassed and couldn't put down the pen.

    "Haha, don't you know how to draw? Look at me, you have to see clearly"

    The old monk saw Yang Tian¡¯s dilemma, smiled slightly, took the brush,

    Yang Tian immediately stared at the paintbrush in the old monk's hand. For a moment, he even looked into it with his spiritual thoughts, never letting go of the slightest change.

    I saw Master Wudao holding the bald pen and touching it in the void. At this moment, Yang Tian's eyes widened immediately because he could clearly feel that Master Wudao was touching the pen in the void.  In an instant, the surrounding seven-element energy was suddenly attracted by an invisible force and converged towards the tip of the bald pen.

    Furthermore, Yang Tian also noticed that the gathered power of the seven elements was not gathered together in a messy manner, but condensed at the end of the pen with clear barriers, without interfering with each other.
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