30 Qingming River, blood painting mandala, Tianlong Babu, slashing shadows and subduing demons

"How is the mandala arranged?" In the crisis, he grabbed Guan Wen's left wrist and asked in a low voice.

"With the platform as the center, the pond as the boundary, the dome at the top, and the infinite depth at the bottom of the platform—" Guan Wen replied hurriedly.

Shirt gritted his teeth and whispered again: "The pond is deep, you can't paint, come to my back, come to my back!" With a wave of his arm, he dragged Guan Wen into the air and landed on his back.

"Fight!" With a scream, he lunged forward and landed on the water, his shoes sinking half an inch into the water, and then jumped up with his strength. His martial arts are indeed powerful, and with an adult of about 70 kilograms like Guan Wen on his back, he can still perform the light skill of "floating on water" and come and go freely on the surface of the pond.

"Okay, just fight it!" Guan Wen also screamed, biting his middle finger violently, the tip of his nose dipped in his own blood, and drew the first stroke on the surface of the water.

"Big splash of ink, small blank space-" After drawing the second stroke, he bit his thumb, index finger, ring finger, and little finger in succession, and with a wave of his left arm, blood splashed on the surface of the water, and quickly blurred.

"Fifteen steps to the left, quick strokes; Twenty steps to the left, sketch slowly, ......" Guan Wen continued to command, and immediately moved his position according to his instructions, and after more than a dozen ups and downs, the surface of the pond was already covered with bright red blood. However, the five fingertips, wrist veins, and inner veins of Guan Wen's left arm have all been bitten by him, and each stroke is drawn with his own blood.

This is the true essence of the "Skeleton Thangka" taught to him by Master Shu, Caidan Dajie and others -- "Tibetan Thangka is not a Han New Year painting, let alone a Western oil painting, but a kind of praise art that is sincere and sincere, dedicated and specialized, pure and pure, and respectful and respectful."

The person who paints the thangka must have a devout heart to worship the Buddha, and every stroke of the painting is full of awe for the Buddha, and he does not dare to be distracted in the slightest, let alone desecrate. Just as the Tibetans go to the temple for pilgrimage with their heads on their bodies and long heads from thousands of miles away, from the body to the god, all are open to the Buddha, all are dedicated to the Buddha, and the Buddha is allowed to go away - only in this way can we reach the supreme state of the thangka, "I am the thangka, the thangka is me, painting with body and mind, moving the heavens and the earth".

When there was no more blood flowing from the wound on his left arm, Guan Wen handed the pen to his left hand, and without hesitation, he bit the vein in his right wrist, allowing the blood to gush out, and painted a second time, without distraction.

After the shirt rose and fell more than 200 times, Guan Wen lay on his shoulder and shouted weakly: "It's done...... It's over......"

The two retreated out of the pond, stumbling and falling, so tired that they could no longer speak.

A red picture emerges on the water, with pavilions, landscapes and trees, and pedestrians with different costumes and movements, constituting an extremely prosperous ancient city.

"Don't move, everyone, the power of the mandala will definitely be able to imprison the witch...... so that she has nowhere to escape......" Guan Wen barely supported himself, letting Gu Tingcheng and Baoling help him up.

He recovered very quickly, and after a few minutes, he turned over and jumped up, staring at the center of the platform with blazing eyes.

"Thank you...... I can't believe it, without you, how could I have drawn this skull thangka of "Qingming Riverside Picture" on the water...... Good brother, thank you......" Guan Wen stretched out his hand to the shirt.

"No thanks." Xi smiled, "What a picture of the river at Qingming Festival, I have waited so long and finally seen the real skeleton thangka art." Guan Wen, although I don't understand thangka, I just carried you on my back, and I can completely feel that you are painting with your life. At that moment, I really should bow down to you. ”

He didn't shake Guan Wen's hand, he fell to his knees, and suddenly laughed, the more he laughed, the more crazy he became, and finally he hit the ground with both hands, trembling all over, as if he was stunned.

"Shirt, get up!" Gu Tingcheng shouted beside him.

"Hahaha...... Hahahaha...... Ha ha...... I like this thangka, I like "Qingming Riverside Picture...... Guan Wen, you are indeed powerful, you converted the five-meter-long peerless scroll of Zhang Zeduan in the Northern Song Dynasty into a thangka with a circular layout...... Except for you, there is no painter who can carry out such earth-shattering, earth-shattering creativity, you are amazing, you are so powerful......" After beating the ground five times, he still couldn't stop laughing, rolled over a dozen times, and beat his chest with both fists, causing everyone to retreat again and again.

"Qingming Riverside Picture" is the Northern Song Dynasty painter Zhang Zeduan's hand-me-down Jing product, using scattered perspective composition method, in the more than five meters long picture scroll, a total of more than 550 people of all colors, cattle, horses, mules, donkeys and other livestock 50 or 60, more than 20 cars, sedan chairs, more than 20 large and small boats, houses, bridges, towers and so on have their own characteristics, vividly record the life of the people of Bianliang, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty in the 12th century.

Guan Wen does not want to repeat the mistake of Songtsen Gampo, the king of Tubo, and must build a completely strange world for the witch, so that her heart is full of excitement and she does not distinguish between things, so that she can take advantage of it.

"Shirt, how are you?" He asked.

"I just want to say, thank you." Tease stopped laughing, slowly raised his head, and suddenly flicked his fingers.

With three snorts, Guan Wen, Gu Qingcheng, and Baoling felt a pain in their chests, and they were each hit by a four-inch red sleeve arrow.

"Thank you for the mandala you painted, and I'll do the rest. I said that I must have the power of the Rakshasa Witch and become the master of a qiē. Remember? What I call the secret technique of 'Eight Lives and Eight Deaths of the Heavenly Dragon'-" Xi stood up, approached Guan Wen, pinched his chin, and said extremely seriously and strictly, "I have always believed that we can cooperate well, but the fruits of cooperation can only be grabbed by me alone, and no second person can be allowed to share." You are my pawn. No matter how important the pieces are, when the game is over, they will be swept under the board. Now, it's time for the game to end. ”

"You are, you are ......" The body pain and heartache added the heartache, Guan Wen's face changed greatly.

"I'm Tang Jue." Shirt smiled calmly.

"You-" Gu Qingcheng shouted angrily, but was immediately stopped by Baoling. In this case, acting recklessly will only lead to a faster death.

Guan Wen laughed miserably: "You lied to everyone."

At first, he only believed in Gu Tingcheng with his compassion, and after the trip to Nepal, he began to completely believe in this brave and resourceful young man. However, he never expected that his true identity would be Tang Jue, the sharpest enemy among the Eight Tiger Divine Generals of the Tang Sect in Shuzhong.

"That's right, Calle is just a substitute, and he will do whatever I tell him to do. The snake cave in the Xia Ri Palace, Miss Baoling's soul transfer technique, etc., were all arranged by me. Similarly, only the Tangmen poison can instantly deal with the aquatic grass-like 'double-headed water ghost snake' in this pond. Guan Wen, you are a smart person, you should understand why I unswervingly helped you dig a hidden spring, open the portal of the black hole, and then carry you to draw this mandala of "Qingming Riverside Map"? Because what I helped you do is what I want you to do for me - only you can draw the mandala and free the witch, and no one can replace it. It is precisely because I am aware of this that I cannot prematurely ask for your life in Nepal, otherwise, you would have died violently in the secret technique of 'Eight Lives and Eight Deaths of the Heavenly Dragon'. Tang Jue elegantly explained Yiqiē, as if a director who controlled Yiqiē was describing the plot to all the actors.

He is a member of the Tang Sect, and raising poisonous snakes is an innate skill, so no matter how many poisonous snakes fight back, they will only be poisoned by him. The scene of Xia Ri's palace sacrificing his life to save people was originally a self-directed and self-acted scene.

"I'm so blind that I lure a wolf into the house and treat people like you as brothers." Gu Qingcheng looked up to the sky and sighed.

Before, it was she who called Tang Jue to summon her to lead the fiasco of Jinri.

"Not brothers, but sisters." Tang Juexiao bent over, put his hands behind his ears, and slowly removed a human skin mask as thin as a cicada's wings, revealing a beautiful and moving woman's face. Then, she gently picked the corners of her eyes with her little finger and removed two ultra-thin eye masks, and her eyes instantly became charming and enchanting.

"I'm a woman, so I'll never really fall in love with you, let alone be attracted to witches. In the same way, it is precisely because I am a woman that I have the ability to control her and become one with her magic. People on the rivers and lakes never know the meaning of the name 'Tang Jue', and only those who do everything to the extreme are worthy of the word 'Jue'. And this time—" she looked around at everyone in the room, and continued word by word, "I, want, become, demon." ”

Under her gaze, the men who came with her were stunned and dazed, and they were all attracted by her beauty.

With a bang, the crystal platform exploded, and a black shadow rose into the sky, reaching the highest dome of the Colosseum, and after circling for three weeks, it fell instantly, floating in the void half a meter above the water. The pitch-black clothes on the body did not sag, but like black snakes of different lengths, floating and dancing, without a moment of quiet taming.

That is the real body of the Rakshasa witch who has plagued the Tibetan land for thousands of years, and from the outside, she is just a thin ordinary woman, with a pale complexion, bloodless, deep sunken eyes, and a bewitching gaze.

"It's ...... Where? Where is this? Can anyone tell me what kind of world this is and why is it different from what I imagined? Can anyone sue me-"

Her voice carried an irresistible allure, and one of Tang Jue's subordinates couldn't stand the attraction and couldn't help but walk towards the pond.

Everyone watched as the stout young man spread his arms and walked to the edge of the pond. It was as if an invisible barrier hung over the pond, blocking his path. Suddenly, a jagged ghost hand flew from the witch's side with electric light, grabbed the young man's neck, and pulled him in.

The young man was nearly 1.80 meters tall and weighed at least 90 kilograms, but the ghost hand flickered and caught him effortlessly.

"What kind of world is this? Who can sue me......" The witch's mouth was close to the young man's neck, and she bit down and greedily sucked the blood until she drained all the qiē under his skin, and turned into a fluttering person

"Ah...... What kind of world is this?" The witch waved her hand and threw the human skin away, and the remaining blood at the corner of her mouth fell one by one.

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