The Buddha is actually me

Chapter 250: The picture of mountains, rivers and states, the finishing touch
"My magical power...seems a bit...useless?"

In addition to the Ghost-Eating and Jade Pivot Skyfire, Zhang Jiuyang felt his third innate magical power, but to his surprise, this magical power was a bit inexplicable.

Or, can this also be called a supernatural power?
"what exactly is it?"

Yue Ling asked curiously.

Zhang Jiuyang thought about it and found it difficult to express clearly in words, so he said: "Help me find a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and I will demonstrate it to you."

Pen, ink, paper and inkstone?

Yue Ling felt a little strange, but still immediately ordered someone to look for him.

Zhang Jiuyang picked up the pen. He had learned to paint in his previous life. Although it was nothing compared to a professional, it was pretty good among amateurs.

The first portrait of Zhong Kui was drawn by him.

After a brief thought, he began to write.

The bamboo forest, the bluestone chessboard, and a Taoist priest in white playing chess seem very leisurely and peaceful.

Yue Ling frowned slightly. The painting was quite good and lifelike, but... what kind of magical power was this?
"Don't worry, it will be fine soon."

When Zhang Jiuyang finished the last stroke, a magical scene appeared.

I saw that the originally still picture suddenly moved.

First, the wind moved. The lazy spring breeze in the afternoon gently blew on the jade-like bamboo forest. The bamboo sea swayed, and a few leaves fell to the ground.

The Taoist in white beside the chessboard also started to move.

His white robe fluttered, unstained by dust. His slender fingers picked up chess pieces one by one and placed them on the bluestone chessboard, looking leisurely and contented.

"This……"

There was a hint of strangeness in Yue Ling's eyes.

It’s just a painting, why does it move?
The people in the painting seem to come alive, have their own lives, live in the world of the painting, and do their own things.

Yue Ling couldn't help but reach out to the painting, but found that the person in the painting didn't respond to her touch at all.

After about a moment, the world in the painting returned to calm, lost all fluctuations of magical power, and became ordinary again, but if magical power was injected, it would move again.

“This is my magical power.”

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Jiuyang's face. Whose fourth-level awakening magical power is painting?

What can we do by making a still picture move briefly?

Do you want to draw "Jin Ping Mei" and "The Carnal Prayer Mat"?
Senior Zhuge would probably like it very much...

That is to say, he has a visualization diagram, and each diagram can obtain an innate magical power, so he is not in a hurry. Otherwise, after going through so much trouble to cultivate the Pure Yang Golden Elixir, in the end, the greatest use of it is to paint?

Yue Ling, however, has a different opinion on this.

"Your magical power doesn't seem to be simple."

She said in a serious voice, "I can be sure that what happened just now was not an illusion. The person in the painting really came to life and created his own world. Perhaps in the painting, he even has his own thoughts and soul. It's just that you are just starting to develop your magical powers, and your magic power is still shallow, so you can't really use it."

Zhang Jiuyang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes slowly brightened up.

He thought of a magic weapon that was very famous in his previous life, that is, the Map of Mountains, Rivers and States by Nuwa. It is said that this map contains the universe, the sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains, the rivers, the birds and beasts, and all kinds of strange things.

It gives birth to billions of lives, nourishes the gods and humans, and creates all things. It has the power of life and death in just a thought. Even a powerful immortal will find it difficult to escape if he falls into it.

Could it be that his magical power is similar to the Map of Mountains, Rivers, and the State?
If that's the case, then he's made a fortune!
Remember that creation is more precious than destruction.

In the past, there were thirty-six magical powers in Taoism, and the first one was called the Mediator of Creation. It was said that Nuwa created the human race with this magical power.

Thinking about it in a broader sense, if he can really cultivate this magical power to the level of the map of mountains, rivers, and the country, then what is the difference between this and creating a world?

To the creatures in the painting, he is 'Nuwa'.

He could even let the creatures in the paintings help him deduce his skills and explore the path. Thousands of years and billions of lives, with just a stroke of his brush, turned each world into the foundation for his own practice.

So cool!
The more Zhang Jiuyang thought about it, the more excited he became. If this was true, then this magical power truly had unlimited potential. Even if it didn't improve the combat power much now, in the long run, it would definitely be invincible, and would become stronger in the later stages!

Yue Ling looked at the excited Zhang Jiuyang with some surprise. She naturally didn't know that it was her words that opened up Zhang Jiuyang's mind.

This seemingly useless magical power was elevated from drawing pornographic books to the level of mapping mountains, rivers, and the country, and creating the world.

She was not as exaggerated as Zhang Jiuyang thought, but rather pragmatic.

"Zhang Jiuyang, have you ever heard of the story of the Painting Saint?"

"The Saint of Painting?"

Yue Ling nodded and said, "According to the ancient books collected in my Imperial Astronomical Observatory, in ancient times, evil spirits were rampant and demons were rampant. Although the human race lived in dire straits, many talented people were born, and they were called the Hundred Schools of Thought."

"These people are exploring the way to survival for the human race. Some are studying mechanical arts, turning everything in the world into their own use, and creating giants taller than mountains. They are called Hercules."

"Some people imitate heaven and earth and paint patterns on their bodies that symbolize wind, rain, thunder and lightning. They call them totems."

"Some even go so far as to destroy their own bodies, swallow the demon pills and sew up demon bodies, becoming neither human nor ghost, but able to protect a region and be safe. They are called ghosts and gods, so the earliest gods were often half-human and half-beast, with a tendency to be demonized."

Zhang Jiuyang was fascinated by what he heard. He had never heard of these things, and there was no record of them in history books. They were top secret.

Who would have thought that there would be a hundred schools of thought in this world?
Sure enough, in times of great adversity, great talents emerge!

As long as the luck of the human race remains, all kinds of incredible heroes will be born in times of crisis to turn the tide and save the collapsing building.

The same is true of the enduring prosperity of Chinese civilization.

"However, these methods often have major drawbacks. Later, the Immortal Master Guigu realized the Jade Cauldron Nine Immortals Diagram and opened the way to immortality, which ended the era of various philosophers. To this day, many inheritances have been cut off."

Zhang Jiuyang nodded. This was equivalent to abolishing all schools of thought and respecting Confucianism alone.

"Could it be that the painting saint you are talking about is just one of the hundreds of schools?"

Yue Ling nodded and said, "The lineage of the Painting Saint is not very prominent among the hundreds of schools. It can even be said to be quite weak. After all, in times of crisis, few people have the leisure to appreciate paintings."

"Until the painting saint painted two real dragons on the stone wall of Tiantan Mountain, but did not paint their eyes. When people asked why, he said that once the eyes of the dragons were painted, they would break through the wall and would no longer be willing to stay in the painting. Only in times of danger could the eyes be painted, so that the dragons could survive the disaster with the power of the real dragons."

"Others laughed at him for boasting, but the Painting Saint didn't take it seriously. Later, the sect on Tiantan Mountain was attacked by demons. In times of crisis, someone remembered the Painting Saint's words and tried to paint eyes on one of the real dragons."

"As a result, the wind and thunder moved, and the dragon with the eyes painted on it really came to life and helped the human race defeat the demons. Then it disappeared into the clouds. From then on, only one dragon remained in the painting of two dragons playing with a pearl on the stone wall of Tiantan Mountain."

Zhang Jiuyang was shaken when he heard this. Drawing a dragon to ward off the enemy was a skill that was close to Taoism.

Being able to cultivate to this level is also a powerful magical power, isn't it?

“Do the murals on Tiantan Mountain still exist?”

Zhang Jiuyang asked hurriedly. He had a vague intuition that the path of the Painting Saint would be of great help to his magical power. If he could go and see the remaining dragon in person, he would definitely gain a lot!
Yue Ling smiled faintly and said, "Later, that sect declined and perished. As time went by, the world changed. Tiantan Mountain was renamed Tianmen Mountain, and there is now a new sect on it, Baiyun Temple."

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes lit up. It turned out to be Baiyun Temple. He had a close relationship with Baiyun Temple. The magical power of the immortal golden body was passed down by an unknown monk in Baiyun Temple.

I remember that he had promised the monk that he would pass on the secret of the immortal golden body back to Baiyun Temple. Well, then he could go and see the mural left by the painting saint.

Yue Ling glanced at him, as if she had guessed what he was thinking, and said calmly: "The murals are indeed hidden in the temple, but it is said that the head monk Tongji of the Demon Subduing Temple is personally guarding it. If you want to see it, it may not be easy."

"Of course, it's not impossible. At worst I can go and fight him."

Yue Ling spoke very casually. He had obviously just entered the Sixth Realm, but in his words he dared to fight with the Tongji monk who had entered the Sixth Realm for many years, without any fear.

Zhang Jiuyang could only sigh in his heart, Sister Yue is still so domineering!

"By the way, what are your plans next?"

Yue Ling suddenly asked, "The news of my breakthrough to the sixth realm has spread. In addition to the destruction of Wanfu Tower, I must return to the capital to report on my work. His Majesty and the Supervisor have sent me letters to urge me to do so. I can't delay any longer. Otherwise, why don't you come back with me?"

Although Zhang Jiuyang has broken through the fourth realm and is now a completely different person than before, Yue Ling only feels at ease when she has him by her side.

Who told his enemies to be stronger than each other?
Zhang Jiuyang thought about it, shook his head and said, "Let's wait a little longer. First, I finally have some free time. I want to consolidate my cultivation and study the magical power of painting. Second, the Dragon Sparrow Knife and the Demon Slayer Sword are about to be released, and I don't trust Master Nie to be alone."

The sword energy in the snow hut became more and more astonishing, and the sound of dragons and phoenixes singing together could often be heard. This was a sign that a divine weapon was coming to the world.

Although the Shen family is powerful and has the support of the Fourth Realm Master Zhao, Zhang Jiuyang is still a little worried and wants to personally watch the sword come into the world.

Yue Ling nodded and no longer forced it.

After all, he had cultivated the Pure Yang Golden Elixir and had become a powerful man who could stand on his own. Although he could not fight in the fifth realm, he had few rivals in the fourth realm.

"That's fine. I feel relieved as long as you and Bai Niqiu are here."

"After the Dragon Sparrow Sword is born, please keep it for me temporarily."

Zhang Jiuyang jokingly said, "Then can I use it?"

For a swordsman, weapons are undoubtedly his second life and his most trusted partner, and generally will not allow others to touch them.

Yue Ling shook her head slightly and said with a smile: "It's up to you, as long as it is willing."

"when are you leaving?"

Yue Ling looked at the night sky and said, "Let's wait until it's light. I will set off immediately."

"So fast?"

Zhang Jiuyang felt a little reluctant. When their eyes met, Yue Ling sighed softly and said, "I have been in Yangzhou for too long. I can't delay any longer."

Zhang Jiuyang actually knew this too, otherwise Yue Ling wouldn't have been so impatient to even wait for the Dragon Sparrow Sword and set off back to Beijing.

"Then I'll give you a gift."

"what gift?"

"I'll tell you if there's any surprises tomorrow morning."

Zhang Jiuyang asked for a lot of pens, ink, paper and inkstone, then left mysteriously. When he returned, he quickly asked Ah Li to grind the paper.

There were only two hours left until dawn, so he had to hurry and finish the painting.

"Ninth Brother——"

"Shh!"

Just as Ah Li was about to ask if she could take a break because her wrist was sore, she was interrupted by Zhang Jiuyang.

He painted with a serious look on his face.

There are already several paintings on the table.

Finally, before the cock crowed, Zhang Jiuyang put down his paintbrush, stretched his wrist, bound all the drawings into a book, and smiled with satisfaction.

After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and wrote a few big words on the cover.

Adventures in the World of Inner Demons.

Turning over the first picture, there was a heroic girl holding a spear with a red tassel, facing a man in white with a vigilant look, ready for battle.

In the second photo, the girl is biting the man's finger with a stubborn look in her eyes. From the room next to her comes out a girl holding a lantern, looking sickly and timid, like a little deer.

The third one, the fourth one...

Until the final separation.

Zhang Jiuyang drew their experiences in the inner demon calamity into a comic strip, which should be the first time in this world.

"Wow, the people inside are moving!"

Ali was immediately attracted and watched it very seriously, as if she was a child in later generations watching a cartoon.

"Eh? Brother Jiu, something doesn't seem right here."

Ali suddenly pointed at one of the paintings and said.

Zhang Jiuyang looked and saw the scene where the Heavenly Lord appeared under the blood moon, casting a spell to summon countless demons to slaughter the Duke's Mansion. In the scene, the demons jumped around everywhere, killing people and causing the Duke's Mansion to flow with blood.

Ali was extremely absorbed in watching this scene of killing.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Jiuyang didn't see anything unusual.

"Brother Jiu, these demons seem to be deliberately avoiding a certain place and have never attacked it. Look, the houses nearby are already in tatters. Several demons passed by and took a few glances, but they seemed to not see it."

Ali pointed to one of the houses and said.

"It's just like... when Ali was commanding the soldiers, she told them in advance not to destroy a certain place..."

It's said without intention, but it sounds intentional.

A flash of light flashed through Zhang Jiuyang's mind. He stared at the painting and read it carefully.

Something is wrong, very wrong!
These demons summoned by Tianzun were indeed deliberately avoiding that room!

Strictly speaking, that room was not hidden and was far inferior to the yard where Yue Xiaomei lived. However, Yue Xiaomei had encountered a demon and died a martyr because of it.

Why would the demons ignore this red house not far from the center?
Zhang Jiuyang was moved. Although this was a world of inner demons, Yue Ling had been investigating this case for more than a decade and had become obsessed with it. She had read countless news related to this case. In addition, she was supernatural, with eyes hidden in the abyss of karma...

His intuition told him that this was a very important clue!

He immediately ran out with the album, determined to find Yue Ling and ask her what secrets were hidden in this house of the Duke's Mansion.
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(End of this chapter)