Tang Qian only took two days to hurriedly return to the courtyard, he had not come back for the past two days, it seemed that he had used the fastest speed to run all the places in the entire seventh hall that he couldn't remember.

Several times the various Dao in the city became very disordered, and the center of the chaos was even difficult to use, and others didn't know it, but the Jizo Bodhisattva knew that this was Tang Qian trying to draw a picture of a hundred deaths.

Sometimes a person's memory is not completely reliable, when he sees a poem, he feels that he has memorized it, and recites it silently several times, but when it really comes to the pen, there may be a certain word that he can't remember, and the two words that he knows together can't be written one by one - Tang Qian is like this now, which in itself is a manifestation of unreliable memory.

As a monk, Tang Qian should have no such problem, but what he has to remember is the first strange map of the entire underworld, and what the Hundred Dead Picture contains is not just a poem?

So Tang Qian had to look for the parts that he already knew, and the parts that needed to be carefully understood, and at the same time he was walking and drawing, constantly practicing, looking for the parts that he still needed to carefully observe and learn, Tang Qian also had good ink in his hands, but the paper did not, at most there were only the skins of countless rare beasts in the world that Tang Qian had collected, and the barks of some extremely rare trees combined to form a hundred clothes, if he drew a picture of a hundred deaths, and then cut off a piece for the Jizo Bodhisattva- This is very bad for Tang Qian, after all, Bainatu can be regarded as the foundation of his painting.

"Mostly I want to use your stuff so that my clothes don't have a big hole. "When Tang Qian came back, he gave people a very haggard feeling, and he had almost no rest in the past two days, even in the process of hurrying, either painting or thinking about the mystery of a place.

At first, the paper that Tang Qian threw down was torn and shredded by the dead man in the Hundred Deaths Diagram, and then after half a day, the paper he threw down was only clumped by himself.

One hundred and twenty-three tried to pick up one, and just a paper ball weighed a thousand pounds. It's incredible, Tang Qian's mana is also depleting rapidly, Tang Qian's mana is long and pure, but he keeps trying to draw, so that his bottomless mana has to see the limit.

On the morning of the second day, Tang Qian painted another waterway of dead people, broken ships, shipwrecked people, after finishing the painting, he threw it away, and there was a sound in the small ball of rice paper.

The cry, the sound of struggling before death, the last sorrow of the man who fell into the water when his physical strength was exhausted...... Wait, Bai Twenty-three picked up the painting and didn't dare to open it at all, and only when the sound inside gradually became quieter did she open a corner, and a pool of inky sea water suddenly poured out from it, and the sea water fell to the ground, but disappeared without a trace.

"Hey, you're not ...... succeeding" Bai Twenty-three didn't finish saying that Tang Qian had already gone far away, and she hurriedly caught up.

Tang Qian frowned: "It's not good yet, this can only be kept for a while, and it still lacks some meaning-" Tang Qian looked at the painting that Bai Twenty-three was still holding in his hand, and found that the sea water in the painting did not seem to be poor

It's still lingering, and although it will disappear when it flows to the ground, it's still stained with the ink of one hundred and twenty-three hands.

Tang Qian took it over, Bai Twenty-three thought that he had finally changed his mind and wanted to leave this painting, in Bai Twenty-three's opinion, this was probably a very important painting, after all, it was so miraculous, but Tang Qian took the painting seriously, flipped it twice to confirm that it would not leak out of the sea, and threw it out.

"Hey, don't keep it for me, how awesome, this painting can still have real water. "It's a pity that one hundred and twenty-three.

Tang Qian was very strange: "Are you all so strange in the underworld, hanging a bunch of half-dead people at home?"

One hundred twenty-three nodded earnestly.

Tang Qian thought about it, this is the underworld...... And this could be like this.

"It doesn't matter. Tang Qian just drove the thoughts about these things out of his mind in an instant, and then continued to study the death of the person in front of him.

Everything seemed to be going very well.

Tang Qian really only took two days to see the entire city to see the places to be seen, and rushed back.

Tang Qian's eyes are sunken now, and the dark circles under his eyes are very heavy, but this will not happen if he doesn't sleep, Tang Qian is because he is overthinking.

When he stretched out his hand, it was covered in ink, and many of them were extremely fresh, as if they had not dried.

Jizo Bodhisattva looked at the ink on Tang Qian's hand and nodded: "Dead and not dead, never dead." You may really be a genius on the road of life and death. ”

Tang Qian didn't even have the strength to speak, he just stretched out his hand, and there was a brush in his hand.

He wants ink.

Jizo Bodhisattva asked again, "Aren't you going to rest and rest?" Now it seems that there is a high probability that you will not be able to draw the picture of a hundred deaths. ”

Tang Qian shook his head. Keep reaching out.

Jizo Bodhisattva was helpless, with a wave of his hand, the dragon blood had already arrived in front of Tang Qian, Tang Qian waved the pen in his hand, this pen was said to be a random one, but along the way, one hundred and twenty-three had seen too many miracles of this brush.

Tang Qian sometimes stands still in one place for a long time, in order to understand the picture of a hundred deaths, this pen will be like a puppy, scattering joy everywhere, Bai Twenty-three swore more than once to see this pen secretly retrieve the unwanted painting that Tang Qian threw away, it can crack from the place of the pen, and then eat Tang Qian's unwanted painting by dividing it by two.

The time she picked up the shipwreck, the pen didn't forget to use the tip of her pen to clean the ink marks on her hands - exactly like a puppy licking his hand.

The pen in Tang Qian's hand probed into the dragon blood, this brush was like chicken blood, sucked it violently, absorbed the ink, and the dragon blood continued to decrease, Tang Qian found that this brush was ready to be sucked up, so he patted the pen.

The brush seemed to reluctantly slow down the speed of dipping in the ink, and when the last drop of dragon blood was absorbed by this small brush that was completely disproportionate to the size of the dragon's blood, the brush shivered, and seemed to be very full.

Jiaolong's blood is completely impregnated with the brush, and now the tip of the pen is full, one more point is too much, and one point less is not enough.

After that, Tang Qian's hand moved.

This hand is the hand with the sword, and at the same time the hand that paints.

They were all left-handed, but the moment Tang Qian made a move, it was not that kind of sharp oppressive force.

If there is really one word to describe Tang Qian's current state, it is precision.

The picture of the hundred ghosts in the entire seventh hall part seems to have been drawn millions of times in his mind, so this time the drawing is very accurate, and everyone's demeanor, posture, expression, and artistic conception are almost perfect.

Every time Tang Qian writes, it gives people a sense of art, Tang Qian is familiar with painting, but the person who really has superb painting skills is the incarnation of the white clothes in white clothes, Tang Qian can do the art of doppelganger, but at that time, the outer body of the Yang God is equivalent to a Dharma body, and everyone can practice, but Tang Qian's white clothes are almost as powerful as the body, and the doppelganger technique of the underworld is to divide himself into many parts, but he can not lose the body.

The white clothes are not on Tang Qian's body, but after the battle of the immortal immortals, he recuperated most of his injuries, left Tang Qian to continue to travel, when the lifelong monk traveled with the white clothes as Tang Qian's backhand, and the lifelong monk changed his identity with Ji Gu and was caught by Yaguan after that, but the white clothes have been in the Zhongzhou Buddha Kingdom.

But to put it bluntly, Bai Yi's ability is actually Tang Qian's ability, Bai Yi is good at painting but not good at swordsmanship, Tang Qian actually knows, but he often says that he is responsible for lifting a sword and cutting people, and Bai Yi is responsible for traveling in the mountains and rivers, poetry and wine.

Tang Qian painted dozens of characters in a row, the dragon's blood was stained on the dragon's skin, the dragon's groan, the dragon's blood quickly turned from red to black, becoming the same as ink, every time a character was completed, the ink on the dragon's skin seemed to be deeper, and dark clouds began to gather in the sky, but this was not the most important, the most important thing was that the painting seemed to be alive.

Those "hundred dead" people were watching Tang Qian paint, they were lying down and sat up, and they didn't forget that their heads fell off, they clipped their heads and then went to the place where Tang Qian put his pen to continue to look, every time Tang Qian painted a person, the number of people in this strange team was one more.

Those people were pointing and talking, and there were a few dead people who were groaning in pain, and no one could hear what these people were talking about, like the hum of a beehive, the wordless whispering.

Tang Qian was still concentrating on drawing, and the entire Hundred Ghosts Diagram had only completed two or three out of ten, just as Tang Qian had guessed before, for some Taoist realizations, it would definitely be accompanied by Taoism, and the ink on the painting of the drowned person would rise up, and the lakes and oceans would emerge, and those who were burned to death, those who were burned to death, and those who were burned to death would also burn black flames quietly on the painting, and those seawater and lake flame sparks were also as curious as the people on the Hundred Deaths Diagram, gathered together, and watched Tang Qian paint.

Heaven and earth seemed to be watching Tang Qian paint.

One hundred and twenty-three is a person from the underworld, so he can also do Taoism, so he can naturally feel the magical, incredible aura between heaven and earth, she

A pair of white eyes looked at the sky and muttered softly: "Heavenly Dao is also looking at ......"

Tang Qian's hand was very fast, it was just a cup of tea, and he had almost painted more than three hundred figures, and there was a pile of dead people on the entire Jiaolong skin, and Tang Qian stood in the middle.

The picture of the hundred deaths in the seventh hall is a woman standing in the middle, the woman eating fish roe in her mouth is a symbol of disrespect for living beings, and even a great sin of killing from the Buddhist point of view, and the baby in her arms keeps crying, but the woman turns a deaf ear, completely ignoring the dead people around the child, and still enjoying the delicious food in her mouth.

It's sad and terrible.

Tang Qian is now just like this woman, stared at by more than 300 dead people, but Tang Qian is so tidy that he doesn't even know where to take out an inkstone, moisten the brush, and continue to draw.

"Bodhisattva, what do you think of this woman?" Tang Qian asked suddenly.

Jizo Bodhisattva raised one palm and said, "Amitabha, this woman knows not about killing, only pleasure, but she should go to hell. ”

Tang Qian didn't say anything, his subordinates were twice as fast, and the picture of the eldest woman holding a baby was finished in half a cup of tea.

Thunder is coming!

Tang Qian looked at the Jizo Bodhisattva, and the Jizo Bodhisattva used Judge Cui's body to wave his hand, and the endless dark clouds in the sky continued to shrink and enter his sleeve, and there was a muffled thunder in Judge Cui's sleeve, and the electric light could be seen through his clothes.

Tang Qian also did the thing of blocking the Heavenly Tribulation with his own strength, and the result of the Heavenly Mandate Realm was seriously injured and near death, but the Jizo Bodhisattva only used Judge Cui's body to lift his weight as lightly.

Maybe this is a return to the virtual realm? Tang Qian just thought for a moment, and then went to look at the picture of the hundred ghosts, Tang Qian did not add any thoughts of his own to this picture, but just recorded the appearance of his own picture of the hundred ghosts, the heavenly tribulation was collected by the Bodhisattva of the Earth, and the group of dead people didn't seem to want to see anything, and each returned to their own positions, Tang Qian blew the ink, feeling that his Tao was going further—it seemed that the whole person was lighter—this was a manifestation close to returning to the virtual realm.

At the same time, in the Zhongzhou Buddha Kingdom, the white-clothed Tang Qian stretched out a slender hand, and he also felt more sure about returning to the virtual realm.

(End of chapter)