A painting official hurriedly walked in wearing a black sarong's upturned hat and hat, "Oh, I said Lao Wu, you won't eat braised wild boar meat in the big dining hall today - do you want to Bigu or what?"

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“...... Okay, then I'll get down to business. A carriage stopped at the front door, and the servants said that they had come with the caravan from the Western Regions. An old man was carried down in the car, and the old man was losing his scum quickly, and it seemed that he couldn't stand it for a while. Tsk, at such an age, the bones of a young man have to fall apart! Those martial artists are okay, but we are the worst ...... in calligraphy and painting."

The old Wu who was sitting in a daze moved, not obviously, like an illusion.

The painter who was in charge of the life of all the painters continued, "I heard from the businessman who carried him down that the old man came to Chang'an to find Wu Yanzi. The surname Wu in the palace painting workshop is yours for the time being, and I can't tell if it's a son, hehehe...... Although you are more than forty years old, you are not married, and you don't go to the school on weekdays - you should be considered a child, right? hahahaha!"

The painting official was very satisfied with his dirty humor, and Lao Wu suddenly turned around and startled him, and swallowed back the laugh that had not yet been finished with a hiccup.

The pair of eyes that were not brilliant regained a little bit of clarity, Lao Wu stood up, ran barefoot outside the hall, and stumbled over three or five pen holders and seven or eight colorful discs along the way......

From the side hall of Jixian Hall to the gate where the carriage and horses stopped, the distance was about fifty zhang, and it was hard to be run out of the speed of the crazy horse by this old Wu, almost instantly!

Outside the gate, a guard on duty was squatting on the ground to check on the old man on the stretcher. Seeing that Lao Wu was rushing out, he got up and reported, "You came just in time, this ......"

Before he could finish his ramblings, Lao Wu had already pounced on the stretcher, holding a withered old claw tightly with both hands, "Master!"

This sound, not like a call but more like a choked voice, rumbled out from the depths of his throat and fell on the old man's cheeks with teardrops the size of beans.

I don't know if the tears were too hot or the voice was too dull, the old man in the coma seemed to return his soul in an instant, and suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time - "Wu Yanzi...... Is that you?"

"Master......" Lao Wu wanted to say-Why did you come by yourself, bring a letter and let me pick you up, it's a long way for you to rest on the road, I won't leave you, no matter what I say, I will definitely do it if I save you back...... But these thousands of words poured into his mouth together, and only the word "Master" was stuck out again.

"Mm-hmm, I'm fine, don't worry...... In front of the Thousand Buddha Cave, the workers in the shed are very worried about you......"

"I know. Tears rolled down one by one.

"The old camel you used to feed the beans died last year. Head east, and it's thinking about you......"

"I know. Tears turned into strings.

"I'm thinking about you too......"

"I know. Tears poured like a burst of the embankment, and the simple two words had been mixed into a thick nasal voice.

"I was guilty of being sent to Dunhuang, and I had no children for the rest of my life. You're not just my vain...... It's my son, too. ”

"I know!" Lao Wu tried to grit his teeth and hold back his tears, but to no avail.

"Thank you, son. It is all your credit to receive the Lord's forgiveness...... I am not afraid of life or death, but I am so happy to be able to go west with a sinless body—"

"I know ......"

The old man's trembling white beard no longer trembled, and all wrinkles were instantly loosened, as if he had gotten rid of all the entanglements of the world. With a satisfied smile, he stared at his only beloved disciple. The eyelids didn't blink, for fear of ignoring every second of this dream. The other withered claw, which was not grasped, stretched out steadily, and touched Lao Wu's face lightly—it stiffened.

Lao Wu pressed the hand with residual warmth tightly to his face, and let the tears smear it. On the inky fingertips, he felt all the unfinished words of the Master, and replied softly, "I, I know. ”

In front of everyone's eyes, Wu Daozi, a doctor of internal education, held the stiff old painter Bao Qi in both hands, and walked away along the street step by step.

The guards who patrolled the gate and the painting official who had just chased him out wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop it, and they found that this barefoot painting idiot actually exuded an awe-inspiring aura, and there seemed to be a halo in the haze - hey, wouldn't it be dazzling?

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Tiangong Temple is located in the northern suburbs of Chang'an City, the terrain is not high, and the stone steps are rough.

At noon, the sweeping novice stared blankly at the string of scarlet footprints on the stone steps, not knowing what to say, and forgetting to run to report.

The abbot Tianjing Zen Master was feeding the fish in the pond in the courtyard, and he was also startled when he saw Wu Daozi's appearance.

"Master Wu, who is in your arms?

"Zen Master, help me get a pen - Changfeng, Wolf Hao. ”

Tianjing didn't ask much when he heard this, and personally turned back to the inner hall to look for a pen, and dipped enough ink to find Lao Wu, but he disappeared.

Summoned the little novice to ask, and Fang Zhi went to the offering hall.

The abbot did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly picked up the pen to find it. When he walked into the hall, he saw that Wu Daozi put the old man in his arms flat on an empty offering table, and finally glanced at the unclosed eyes, then turned around and strode towards Tianjing.

The brush was taken away, and no thanks. Wu Daozi walked to a wall and tore off a white silk covering the wall, revealing the mural behind it.

In the painting is an extremely rare bust of an elderly woman. The scale is beyond the real world, about three times the size. The depiction is meticulously detailed, and every fine line of skin is clearly visible, but only the eyes are blank, reminding everyone that this is just an unfinished painting.

Wu Daozi took a deep breath, straightened his waist, his upper body stood still, and he pecked at the next arrow step in his crotch - the pen in his hand was like a knife, and he quickly "carved" in that empty eyelid, took half a step back, and "carved" again!

In Tianjing's eyes, it was definitely not the two strokes that were drawn, but the two eyes that were originally there with a knife in the void!

The offering hall was suddenly full of brilliance, and the originally dim lighting was completely gone, and even the candlelight on the offering table was instantly suppressed. The elderly woman in the mural came to life at this moment, and no matter how far the viewer looked, her loving eyes were silently communicating with her.

I don't know if it's an illusion, the host of Tiangong Temple heard a noisy Buddha music in his ears, and the bell chimes rang in unison. In a trance, there are heavenly maidens scattering flowers, which will set off a confusion in the offering hall.

Wu Daozi stepped back and admired himself for a moment, and Fang Shi exhaled the breath he held in his chest for a long time.

Slowly stepped forward to make a payment, "General Pei Minzhi's ancestral mother statue Kaiyuan 25 Heavenly Palace offering"

Draw, bow, and return the pen after the salute.

Tianjing Zen Master clasped his hands together and didn't dare to take it, at this moment in his eyes, Wu Daozi was full of brilliance, as if he had been blessed!

"Amitabha Buddha-" the abbot shouted loudly to the Buddha, "Wu Shizhu painted the Tao here, has been transcendent and sanctified, gratifying and congratulating! The poor monks are infinitely admired, and they are deeply proud of the temple offering this painting. The work entrusted by General Pei has finally been completed after three years, and it is immeasurably meritorious for you, me, him, and everyone in the world!"

Wu Daozi's body was like collapse, but his spirit was extremely full, and his eyes were burning and said, "Zen master has won the award." Today, when the teacher went west, I realized the supreme path from the last glance of his eyes. I beg your temple to do a transcendence for it, so that it can reach the other side safely. ”

"If that's the case, don't worry about it. What are the donors' plans for the future?"

“...... After living in the temple for a long time, I have long been tired of my six senses, and I am obsessed with polishing the details all day long, blindly depicting the silk of the sleeves, and I have forgotten my original intention and original intention.

This opportunity to preach is thanks to the gift of his teacher's burning of his life. My perception is,

Danqing is a way - ruthless and spiritless, and there is no desire. If the pen goes to the heart, the painting will be distracted!

From now on, there will be no Lao Wu in Chang'an, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains - we will meet again!"

After finishing speaking, he was no longer polite, flicked the sleeves of his robe, and still walked barefoot.

Where a line of dark red footprints passed, thousands of leafless roses bloomed out of thin air, and under the daylight of the noon sun in this cold winter, it was thrilling and bright.

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The Dark Underworld.

The city of Xudu leaned on purgatory and set fire to the sky.

A group of night tour pickets got a tip-off that a seven-story white tower had been added to the land to be developed on Jifu Road.

It's worth it!

After more than 20 horses galloped to the scene, looking up and marveling, they found that the white tower was not called in vain, it was really white - there was no other variegated color in the whole body, and even the eaves that flew out of each layer were white. What does this mean? Ghost towns don't have to be so plain, don't you say?

If you want to say high, you can't count it here, and the buildings on the left are not short. But this whiteness is really an eyesore!

The leading Night Governor was furious—Who is this? Is there any royal law? Illegal buildings, all of them will be demolished by me! I want to see if you build it quickly or I can demolish it quickly.

The subordinates flew and dismounted, and each of them swung a scimitar like a sickle and slashed towards the tower wall. Because there are no doors and windows, the wall can only be demolished directly.

Every scythe has a blade, what kind of material is this?

Lord Nightdun escalated from anger to detachment, shouting, "Get out of the way—"

As everyone retreated, the night governor pulled out a heavy killing weapon from the leather bag behind the saddle, and turned his wrist flat end to the tower wall with his forehand, and tightened the tip. The trigger was pulled in the back hand - tu tu ......

It's not a submachine gun, it's a pickaxe! It's a diesel engine! You can see it from the black smoke coming out of the tail.

...... There are indeed many strangers in the underworld. The black technology of all generations is a hodgepodge here. Existence is reasonable, and it is natural to see things that are not in harmony with each other.

The tip of the pickaxe of the diamond drill bit is actually crooked.

Lord Nightdun almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, but fortunately, the silver face blackened by the oil smoke effectively covered the miserable green face.

"Damn the cursed devil's building that deserves to go to hell, I don't believe in this evil!" the gnashing of teeth marked the escalation of the means.

The Nightlord tossed the pickaxe aside and shouted, "Shoot the acid rain, dissociate the constant 0.75!Melt it for me—"

This voice frightened the twenty subordinates back five feet away. Positioning acid rain, I'm dripping a mother. A little bit of the flesh will melt away, and there will be no pus left, and even the soul will be damaged.

It's the first time in the city that everyone looks at each other.

Who will do it? You go, you go, I won't go......