"Lee, you're so beautiful, is this your wife?" The museum's newly hired docent said in surprise.

She was about to get off work, and saw Li Huan, who came to work the night shift, take out a piece of drawing paper from her bag, on which there was a woman with a tulle covering her face, and she looked very beautiful.

"No, it's a model from a magazine." Li Huan denied.

When everyone had left the museum, he laid out the portrait and placed it next to the gold tablet along with several other portraits.

This is an experiment to test the range of the Golden Tablet's capabilities.

Previously, Li Huan had successfully resurrected several oriental immortals, and also learned about some of the restrictions of the Golden Tablet.

For example, a few months ago, his painting skills were enough to resurrect the figure in the portrait, but he never named the portrait or announced the painting as complete, and the golden tablet could not be used for unfinished unknown items.

After learning this, the first immortal he painted was the Jade Emperor - as long as he synthesized hundreds of emperor statues to modify it, but it didn't work, according to the second resurrected immortal, the golden tablet is not enough to interfere with the Jade Emperor's level of immortals.

Li Huan also remembered that the golden tablet in the original play was just a product of the divine power of the ancient Egyptian moon god, and the reason why he couldn't interfere with the Jade Emperor was that this god was not the main god? He didn't know how the gods of the West were divided into hierarchies, what they were called, and that was what they meant.

What I took out today is a portrait of Lin Xianglin's boss.

On time, a golden light lit up on the golden tablet.

Lin Sheng in the portrait has not been resurrected.

Li Huan breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't know how to face the big guy Lin Shang, did he want to ask her why she blocked herself at the door of her house and made herself look like a scumbag.

Perhaps the living figures are also outside the scope of the Golden Tablet.

"Alas......"

A long sigh came out from the portrait of Yang Jian, the god of Erlang next to him.

Li Huan leaned over in surprise and said, "Is Erlang Zhenjun's epiphany over?" ”

Three months ago, after reading a few world histories, Erlang God fell into a three-month-long epiphany period, silently every night, and did not react at all.

In the portrait, a handsome three-eyed man with a rich god is holding a slender waist and a long dog, holding a three-pointed two-edged gun.

Later, it was reminded by the portrait of Tai Bai Xing next to him, and he knew that Erlang God was having an epiphany.

Including Sun Wukong, there are a total of four resurrected Eastern immortals, and the last one is Nezha, who is completely unable to communicate.

Whenever Li Huan and Nezha talked, the people in the painting looked at him with six cold eyes, full of danger and vigilance.

According to Tai Bai Xing, Nezha is the same in the heavenly court, he is at odds with his father, he has few friends, and his temperament is gloomy.

Li Huan was speechless, logically speaking, it is normal for Nezha, whose original family is quite unbearable, to have such a character, but in many mythological film and television dramas, isn't Nezha a clever cute baby, no matter how bad he is, he is also a hot-blooded brother and noble man, the kind of bear hugging and strangling Li Jing.

I've never seen Nezha with such fierce eyes, so people don't dare to talk to him.

Tai Bai Xing is very much in line with Li Huan's impression, he is an easy-going old man, which may be related to his position in the heavenly court - a professional errand and messenger, and he can't do it without a little mouth.

"Let the little brother see and laugh, he was stunned for a while, and he was in a daze for a long time." Erlang God bowed his head and said apologetically.

Li Huan shook his hand again and again: "No, no, Zhenjun's epiphany is important." ”

Erlang God stuck the three-pointed two-edged gun on the ground, tied the dog leash to it, sat on the small stool that Li Huan had sent in before, and said, "It's not very important, it's just a review of the past and some new insights." I don't know what the little brother said before? I heard that even the monkey couldn't solve it. ”

Sun Wukong pushed open the window next door and shouted: "Three eyes, who can't help it, my old grandson just doesn't have time to think about it." Forget it, you single dog won't understand why I'm so busy anyway. ”

The Howling Dog barked a few times: "Wangwang! ”

Li Huan didn't understand what it was saying.

"Zhenjun, this is how it is...... That'......" Li Huan explained again, and demonstrated his giant ape transformation again.

Erlang God showed a nostalgic look and said, "Little brother, if I hadn't seen you as a mortal for the third time, I would have almost suspected that you were my former opponent pretending to be here to make fun of me. ”

Li Huan has not watched "The Romance of the Gods", and he doesn't know who Erlang God is talking about, and he has suffered the loss of no culture.

"As for your transformation, it seems to me that there are a lot of problems." Erlang God groaned, "The most important thing is that you are just a mortal, and you have neither ascended to immortal enlightenment nor eaten qi to refine the gods. Listening to what you said, this transformation is caused by a potion, and I'm afraid that this potion, which has gone astray, is much worse than the change of form and meaning in the seventy-two changes. ”

Li Huan couldn't help but be curious: "Zhenjun, does seventy-two changes mean that you can change into seventy-two animals?" ”

This was the first time he heard his friends talk about the seventy-two changes between Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, and he also heard that they changed a lot of animals in the story of havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

Erlang God shook his head and said: "Seventy-two changes are one of the techniques, not the specific number of types of changes, you can roughly understand it as seventy-two ways to cast spells. ”

"I see. Zhenjun, can I learn a little bit? Li Huan cautiously proposed.

Erlang God shook his head, stared at Li Huan with strange eyes, and said, "If you want to learn the seventy-two changes, you need advanced mana. I will only know one Xuangong, but throughout the ages, countless Tianjiao, only three people have learned this Xuangong, you are a mortal, the longevity is limited, I am afraid that I will not be able to understand the first sentence in my lifetime. ”

Li Huan was about to say that he was immortal, but Erlang God continued: "What's more, I am a person who expounds the teachings, and the master has never issued an order, so I dare not spread the Xuan Gong without authorization. ”

Li Huan looked at Erlang God with resentful eyes, and then looked at Sun Wukong next to him, and suddenly understood that the two of them might still have the same ability to fight against the sky.

It's a pity that they won't teach him.

There are not many immortals he paints, one is that almost all the Journey to the West I watched when I was a child has been forgotten, and now I can only remember these characters with distinctive characteristics; The second is that Sun Wukong and Erlang God are in front of him, and he is really unwilling to retreat to second.

He had also asked Tai Bai Xing what kind of mana cultivation skills he would have, but Tai Bai Xing rubbed it vigorously with his two hands, and rubbed out a small fireball the size of an egg, which was called "palm thunder", and the fireball became smaller and smaller between their words, so frightened that Tai Bai Xing hurriedly blew two breaths to help fuel the combustion.

He stopped asking Tai Bai Xing about it.

"Zhenjun, then dare to ask, is there any way to help me control the size of this transformation?" Li Huan changed the question. He had wondered before why "Animagus" was obviously a transformation magic used to hide his identity, but in his hands, it became a skill to increase combat effectiveness.