In an instant, Yang Tian suddenly felt that his back was tight, and he couldn't move, and he was carried away, and he couldn't help but be frightened, and he didn't know who he had fallen into.

But it was just a blink of an eye, and he was down-to-earth again, and at the same time, he loosened his back and regained his freedom.

Hurriedly looked back, and immediately startled, only to see a thin old monk with white eyebrows and about to die, staring at a pair of cloudy old eyes, looking at himself for a moment, perhaps because of too much surprise, which actually glowed with a little vitality,

If it is in the vast world, an old man like this, grabbing a handful everywhere, no matter how ordinary, Yang Tian will never feel afraid, but this is the fairy world, once this kind of half-dead old guy appears, it will definitely not be an idle person,

I don't know what the purpose of this old monk is to arrest himself, when Yang Tian was extremely nervous in his heart, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of a place like a study, because there were piles of 'messy' papers or books everywhere, in fact, it looked more like a utility room,

"Ahem, old ...... Master, where is this......"

Seeing that the old monk was staring at him directly and didn't speak, Yang Tian felt a little 'hairy' in his heart, and after taking a step back carefully, he coughed dryly,

"You've 'exposed' your ......"

The old monk's mouth was still tightly closed, but a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and the voice immediately entered Yang Tian's ears, answering the question, and there was a taste of schadenfreude,

"Burst 'dew', I burst 'dew' something."

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

"You have cultivated the Dharma Phase, and you still have the Nyorai Illusion Seal......

The old monk still kept his mouth closed, and said endlessly,

"Master, you have recognized the wrong person."

Yang Tian said stiffly,

"They have already laid a net here, just waiting for you to come, you can't get out now......"

The old monk said to himself, Yang Tiancheng didn't admit it, and for him, it obviously had no effect.

"Who are they?"

As soon as he heard the net, Yang Tian immediately showed a dejected 'color', and said helplessly,

"They are the masters here, listen to the ...... assigned from above"

The old monk smiled again, and when he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed to it,

The master here, of course, refers to the master of the Big Buddha Temple, and above, there must be no doubt that the Great Luo Domain, listen to the meaning of the old monk, the Great Buddha Temple has long followed the instructions of the Great Luo Domain, and laid a net here, just waiting for himself to come to the net.

Yang Tian was already anxious to die, looking at the old monk smiling, not impatient, half-dead expression, he just wanted to step forward and choke his neck, 'force' him to tell everything he knew at once,

But I also know that this old monk is extraordinary, and I can't even move one of his fingers.

"The master is."

Yang Tian asked tentatively, no matter what, you have to 'figure out' what the old monk is from first,

"There is no way for the old man."

The old monk smiled and said,

In fact, Yang Tian wanted to ask the old monk who he was, but the old monk's head seemed to be funny, and some answers were not what he asked.

"No way...... Master Wudao, please show your disciples a way to live......"

Yang Tian almost ran away, but then he was blessed to his heart, and bowed down, praying,

"If you want to survive, you can only be my apprentice......"

The old monk said without hesitation, but the smile on his face became more and more brilliant.

"This ......"

Yang Tian was stunned, not knowing what this strange old monk meant,

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

When Yang Tianzheng hesitated, the pile of tattered paper on one side suddenly surged, and when an indignant voice came from inside, a small monk had already stood up,

Yang Tianxin was stunned immediately, he didn't expect that within a few feet of him, there was a big living person hiding from him, and he didn't even notice it, which shows the weirdness of this little monk.

This little monk was born thin and small, but he looked like a ghost' and a 'treacherous' cunning, and a pair of eyes looked at Yang Tian with a thief.

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

"Painter, lend your name to this little benefactor for a while, you just rest for a while, and then you come out when he is gone......"

For the rudeness of the little monk, the old monk seems to have become accustomed to it, and he also talks to him in a consultative tone, which seems to be quite good to this apprentice.

"No, why do you want to borrow my name, why don't you borrow ......"

The little monk objected without hesitation, with a stingy face,

"Come on, painter......"

The old monk didn't argue with him, and suddenly waved to the little monk with a smile and called softly,

In Yang Tian's shocked gaze, the little monk, who was jumping around, suddenly flew up lightly, turned into a small paper figure 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, and the horror is that he is still squeezing his eyebrows and 'making 'make' eyes at this time, grinning his teeth,

Yang Tian was a little confused, and he didn't know whether the little monk had become a paper man, or if he had been transformed by a paper man, but judging from his name as a painter, most of the little monks were originally paper people.

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The old monk opened a tattered book, his big withered hand gently slapped the page, and then when he removed his palm, the little paper figure had become a painting on the page, and he would never move again.

"Hehe......"

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

"Ahem, Master......"

Yang Tianli felt that his whole body was 'hairy', and he took a step back slightly, and there was an urge to escape.

"Little donor, from now on, you are a painter ......"

The old monk smiled,

"Yes, from now on, the disciple will be a painter......

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

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

Yang Tian asked again,

"Change, you change and see."

The old monk said with some curiosity,

Yang Tian nodded, the light on his body flashed slightly, and he immediately changed his appearance according to the appearance of the painter, and he looked exactly the same as the painter.

"Hehe, master, what do you think?"

Yang Tian is still quite confident in his own change technique, and he is a little proud in his heart.

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

The old monk shook his head slightly and said,

"Uh, what then......"

Yang Tian was immediately embarrassed and said,

"I'll add a little bit to you, and that's it......"

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

"Hey, thank you Master......"

Yang Tian thanked him, but he didn't feel the slightest difference from just now, and couldn't help but wonder if this old monk was dying to save face, so he 'made' Xuan Xuan and deceived himself.

"Well, a painter has to do things, and since you have become a painter, then you have to do things too......"

The old monk suddenly commanded again,

"No questions, I don't know what painters do."

Yang Tian happily agreed,

"Draw."

The old monk casually threw a broken pen with 'hair' off to Yang Tian,

"Draw."

Yang Tian looked at the bald pen in his hand, and was a little puzzled, can he draw with this bald pen?

"That's right, you can draw whatever you like, and you can follow this ......"

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

Yang Tian dares to bet that this album is definitely the most valuable thing in this room, especially after seeing the words 'Creation Treasure Book' on the album, he feels that this is a rare treasure.

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

"Stone ......"

Yang Tian couldn't help but exclaim,

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

But Yang Tian didn't really believe that the first page of this Creation Treasure Book was really a simple drawing of a stone, since his eyes couldn't see the mystery, Shen Nian didn't hesitate to probe it,

Sure enough, at the moment when the divine mind 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 mystery of a small piece of stone, but the stone on this page clearly shows all the mysteries of the stone.

In other words, as long as you learn this painting, you can immediately transform into a stone, but there is a premise, the person who changes must be able to control the energy required for change, if even the minimum energy cannot be gathered and arranged, what kind of change can be talked about,

Yang Tian still has a lot of experience in changing into a stone, but at this time, he is not about changing, but about drawing a stone, and drawing a stone is equivalent to creating a thing out of thin air, which makes Yang Tian feel difficult.

"Master, don't you have ink......"

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

"We don't need ink to paint......"

The old monk immediately shook his head and said,

"How can you draw without ink......

Yang Tian immediately frowned, staring at the bald pen, his divine thoughts began to rotate rapidly, and he felt that Master Wudao would never be making things difficult for him, he seemed to want to teach himself something,

"Stone, Paint, Change......"

Yang Tian looked at the stone, his mind turned quickly, yes, he would change the stone, but the change was just a change, and drawing a stone were completely two concepts,

"Drawing a stone, it's already equivalent to creating something out of thin air, how can this be ......?"

Yang Tian thought about it, and felt that his current ability was that he couldn't draw a stone no matter what.

"Hehe, don't you know how to draw, look at me, but you have to see it clearly......"

The old monk saw Yang Tian's embarrassment, smiled slightly, and took the brush,

Yang Tian immediately stared at the paintbrush in the old monk's hand, and for a moment, even his divine thoughts probed over, and he never let go of the slightest change.

At this moment, Yang Tian's eyes widened, because he could clearly feel that at the moment when Master Wudao dipped the pen in the void, the surrounding seven-element energy was suddenly attracted by an invisible force, and it all converged on the tip of the bald pen.

Moreover, Yang Tian also noticed that the power of the seven elements that came together was not a chaotic gathering, but a clear barrier condensed at the end of the pen, without interfering with each other.