"Can this painting really buy that much money?" Father Mu sat down on the side of Mu Yunjun's bed, staring at her with bright eyes and asking.

Mu Yunjun nodded: "It's already been discussed, and I'll send it to him after the painting is finished." And it doesn't have to be framed. ”

Father Mu looked at the fact that there were already several drawings on her table, all of which were the same, and they looked like an Arhat picture.

He asked curiously, "Didn't you draw so many pictures?" ”

Mu Yunjun said: "Those are all bad products, useless." ”

After speaking, she said, "Dad, you go out first, don't disturb me." ”

"......" Daddy Mu went out with a subtle expression.

Mu Yunjun concentrates on painting, and it is actually difficult to paint Buddha statues. If there is no Buddha in the heart, the expression of the Buddha statue will never be drawn well, and the eyes will never be drawn correctly.

She calmed down, shielded everything in the world in her heart, and then thought about the deeds of the sitting deer Arhat.

Mu Yunjun thought as he stroked the appearance of the deer arhat. Each stroke carried a wisp of yin energy across the rice paper, but when she drew her eyes, her pen would stop.

After this pause, the ninth painting was scrapped again.

She sighed and put the pen down. At this time, a small hand reached out for a cup of hot water.

Mu Yunjun turned his head to look and saw Mu Yunxing looking at her with wide eyes.

Mu Yunxing said: "Lao Dou asked me to bring you water to drink, you have been painting for an hour." ”

Mu Yunjun turned his head to look at the time, and found that another hour had indeed passed unconsciously, and it was almost dinner time.

She asked, "Did Mom cook?" ”

Mu Yunxing shook his head: "Mom went to my grandfather's house, and my dad cooked." He seems to be in a good mood today, and he sings while stir-frying. ”

Mu Yunjun: "......"

In fact, Daddy Mu's cooking is very delicious, and the men of the Mu family are very good at cooking. But because Daddy Mu is not in good health, he does it less. Generally, at home, either Mu Yunjun does it or Mu Ma does it, and Mu Mama cooks it, which is a bit difficult to explain. Putting oil is the same as not putting it, and putting salt is the same as not putting it. Her only specialty is steamed eggs and roasted rat meat.

She can't eat rat meat herself, the kind that vomits when she eats it.

Now Daddy Mu's health is slowly getting better, and when he is in a good mood, he will stir-fry the dishes himself. Anyway, now the rice Muyun Star will put water and fire.

Mu Yunjun stood up, took a sip of water, and walked out: "Let's eat first." ”

Mu Yunxing looked at her painting and asked, "Haven't you finished painting yet?" ”

Mu Yunjun shook his head: "Well, I can't go to God." ”

Mu Yunxing didn't understand: "What is not going to God?" ”

Mu Yunjun said: "You can draw his appearance, but you can't paint his temperament and charm." It's a feeling that comes from a painting to your heart. It's good that the people you draw are alive, not just drawing. ”

Mu Yunxing showed an expression that seemed to understand but did not understand, and then suddenly pointed to the painted eyes and said, "But if you don't draw your eyes, people won't live." ”

Mu Yunjun smiled and said, "Yes, this eye can't be drawn." Let's go, let's go eat first. ”

Mu Yunxing walked out with her, and asked as he went, "Who is that person you are drawing?" There's a deer next to him, is it Santa Claus? ”

Mu Yunjun said funny: "It's not!" It's not necessarily Santa Claus who is sitting on a deer! This is one of the eighteen Arhats in Buddhism, called the Sitting Deer Arhat. I heard that he used to be a minister of the imperial court, but then he resigned and became a monk for some reason. His king, in order to keep him, kept his office, and said that if he would come back again, he would reinstate him. Later, he practiced in the mountains, and when he came out again, he came out in a big deer. Later, I heard that he had persuaded the king to become a monk, so the descendants gave him this name. ”

Mu Yunxing nodded: "Oh, I see. ”

After the two sisters had dinner, washed the dishes and bathed, and Mother Mu came back from her grandfather's house.

Mu Yunjun continued to paint, and unconsciously used up the yin qi in his body. However, her attention was all on the Buddha statue, so she didn't notice the remnants of yin qi.

Until the last trace of yin qi disappeared, Mu Yunjun's hand did not stop. However, at the moment when her yin qi was exhausted, a Buddha light suddenly flashed in her eyes.

Then a golden Buddha light came from her heart, spreading towards her hand, and then following her pen into the painting.

From where she had drawn the brush, the golden light began to spread along the first laughing line towards the whole picture.

But Mu Yunjun seemed to be unaware of this, immersed in the painting, and finished drawing all the lines between the brushes. Finally, the tip of the pen dotted on both eyes.

After she had done these two finishing touches, her eyes darkened.

When she came to her senses, Mu Yunjun looked at the Arhat diagram that had been drawn with a faint layer of Buddha light.

It turned out to be done!

Feeling the emptiness of his whole body, Mu Yunjun took a deep breath. Holding back the anxiety in my mind, I put the pen down. He pressed the four corners of the painting with paper, then got up and left his seat, and lay down on the bed.

Sleep in seconds!

Not long after she fell asleep, Mu Yunxing came in. She first glanced at Mu Yunjun on the bed, and then turned her head and walked to the table to look at the painting on Mu Yunjun's table, with a hint of joy in her eyes.

"Brother baby, my sister has finished drawing. I saw gold in the painting! ”

When I looked back, I found that Mu Baobao was far away from Mu Yunjun's desk. He nodded perfunctorily at Mu Yunxing: "Mm-hmm." ”

Mu Yunxing looked at his reaction in confusion, and then looked at Yuan Mengxing, who was also far away from here: "What's wrong?" ”

Yuan Mengxing said: "This is a Buddha statue, we are all ghosts." ”

But why does Mu Yunjun have Buddha light in his body???

Mu Yunxing tilted his head, his two bright eyes flashed with puzzlement, and asked, "Are ghosts afraid of Buddha?" ”

Yuan Mengxing said: "Well, because the Buddha's light will make us purify." ”

Mu Yunxing's eyes looked up slightly, and then he seemed to think of something all of a sudden, looked at Yuan Mengxing and said, "Could it be that it is like the electric god, purifying you and disappearing?" ”

Yuan Mengxing thought for a while and shook his head: "It's not right. There are two kinds of purification, one is to dissolve the obsession in our body, and then we can be reincarnated. The other is to disappear, and the general monk will try the first one first, and the second one will only try the second one if the first one fails. But their Buddha aura has a bad influence on us, so we can't get too close. ”

Only then did Mu Yunxing nod: "Oh, I see." ”

Then she looked at Mu Yunjun: "The old lady looks so tired, and she will catch a cold if the quilt is not covered." ”

As she spoke, she flipped up Mu Yunjun's quilt and covered Mu Yunjun.

When Mu Yunjun woke up, it was already noon the next day, but because she had been sleeping on her stomach all night, her neck was sore and her face was numb. Her leg cramped too, and it pressed against one arm, and the arm felt like it had been bitten by ten thousand ants, and the sour taste almost broke her.