"Who are you?"

Although today's painting Daozi still looks like a teenager in the past, his cultivation has reached the point of invincibility in this world.

He entered the Tao with paintings, and painted the five elements of yin and yang in the world.

The pen is turned into a storm, and the painting is a frightening ghost.

The boy of yesteryear is now a saint.

But when the painting saint saw the existence in front of him, he found that he could not understand the person in front of him.

Painting the Tao and painting the Tao, the person who can paint is naturally the person who observes life and sentient beings the most carefully, so that he can draw a person and a whole picture of a thing when he puts down the pen, of course, the most important thing is to draw a little spirit, which can really give many spirits to the things being painted, showing a lot of lifelike truth.

However, this time, Hua Daozi found that his eyes that looked at the world and the world seemed to be unable to observe the existence in front of him.

"I am heaven and nature, you have been observing me all these years, why did I come to you and you turned a blind eye. ”

Ye Zhiqiu sat down and asked the painting saint to sit down as well.

When Hua Daozi looked at Ye Zhiqiu again, he finally found that this existence was indeed very familiar to him.

In this being, he saw the heavens he had seen when he first looked up and pondered carefully.

The blue sky, the white clouds, even the wind that blows through the body but cannot see any shape, what color cannot be seen, the yellow-brown earth, and the green grass all seem to be seen in this being.

Is he really heavenly?

He seems to be the sky.

Hua Daozi saw countless natures, saw his efforts in nature many years ago, and looked at it, he felt that this person was really heaven.

The sky is right in front of you, and he is not a separate blue sky and white clouds, but everything you have ever seen.

Heaven and earth.

In the past, there was a saying that the sky was above and the earth was below, but it was not until today that I understand that heaven is everything.

You eat and drink, you paint and rest, and the sky is there.

"I don't see the breath of life in you. ”

Drawing Daozi looked at Ye Zhiqiu for a long time, and gradually saw some doorways.

This being seems to be everything in nature, but he seems to be just nature, and there is no red dust breath.

The beautiful lady he had seen in those days, the dwarf prime minister he had seen, and the cruel or gentle emperor, he had not seen it from this being.

"The creatures in the world still need some freedom, I am free with all beings, do not interfere with their development, that kind of change may have vitality, if I want all beings to be me, that is the dream of enlightenment, at that time, you are me, he is me, she is also me, it is still me, return to the essence, everything is me. ”

Ye Zhiqiu said leisurely.

Speaking of which, this painting saint grew up in his body, and he covered this world with the way of time and space, making all beings in this world think that a year is still a year, but outside this universe, it is only a moment.

And when this painting Daozi entered the Tao with painting, Ye Zhiqiu, in order to observe, in order to make the painting Daozi go on the path of cultivation for a longer time, he set up the Heavenly Dao Law that the painting Dao monks can live forever.

That's why I have the way of painting, and I was born unconsciously.

Of course, this is because of his outstanding talent in painting Daozi, but more because Ye Zhiqiu set up this Dao.

Painting Taoist monks should be immortal.

Ye Zhiqiu's words followed, and the painting was immortal.

In the process of looking at the world and all things, he gradually thinks about the major issues of life.

Who am I, what is the Word, and what is the Heavens?

These three questions gradually entwined in the mind of the painter Daozi, allowing him to walk [vertex fo] between heaven and earth, and explore the origin of the Tao.

Because of this, the painter began to look at the sky.

He looked at the sky again, so Ye Zhiqiu came.

"That's what happened. ”

Knowing the truth of the matter, Hua Daozi did not show the expression of a shrew, nor did he show a look of resentment, he looked at that day again, slightly confused.

"I'm a mortal, if I don't have this painting, I'm afraid that I would have died many years ago, and where can I have the opportunity to see my predecessors today, just how many years of painting, it turns out that I just live in the body of my predecessors, please advise!"

Painting Daozi was confused for a moment, laughed at himself for a moment, his eyes gradually became firmer, he stood up, and drew together, that is, the great sun is empty, the universe is shattered, and the principle of birth and death spreads to the void of the universe.

The painting is immortal, and the painting opens the sky.

Open the heavens, split the earth, and destroy people.

This is already the pinnacle strength of Painting Daozi, but in Ye Zhiqiu's past many years, he has already seen what Painting Dao looks like, so when Painting Daozi's peak blow, Ye Zhiqiu just glanced at it, and the endless shattering, that opening the world, all disappeared.

"You have been immersed in painting all these years, you have already entered the Tao, but you have only entered the Tao of painting, your physical body is too fragile, your sexual spirit is also weak, if I want to kill you, it is as easy as a hand, but I want to wait for you to grow up and see how long you can walk. Speaking of which, I am heaven, and you are the children of heaven, and you are all my children. ”

Hua Daozi's face was a little pale, he looked at the person in front of him in a daze, he really didn't expect that he had reached this realm, and his most powerful blow was still helpless to exist for a while.

What is the future of painting?

He listened to the last words of the being, "You are all the sons of heaven, the son of heaven, and the heavens will not take care of their own children."

This sentence is somewhat true or false.

By the time Hua Daozi reacted again, Ye Zhiqiu had disappeared.

"Why break the sky, the sky is stored in the heaven and the earth, and it cannot be broken, if you want to break the world, you need to go to the red dust. ”

Painting Daozi once again looked at the sky, the earth, the mountains and the water, and there was no corresponding mood at this time.

"When I look at you, you look at me, how do you win?"

Painting Daozi sighed in his heart, went to the red dust, and observed the various states of the world.

The emperor of the court is still sage, the women of the harem are jealous, the officials of the capital are arrogant, and the honest people are trembling.

The Songzhu Pavilion is still lively, and the Qingxiang Pavilion is full of people.

In the red dust, what does not change is the red dust.

Red Dust Road, may not be extinguished?

Drawing the road to draw all this, I kept thinking about it.

In the end, he shook his head.

The red dust road is constant, that is impossible.

As long as there are people, the red dust is hard to break.

And as the way of heaven, it is possible to make this world unmanned.

What to do!

At some point, Hua Daozi looked at the pen in his hand, looked at the absence in front of him, and gradually had some inspiration.

He woke up suddenly.

If you can get all that you have, you can have all that you have.

But how can we get this nothing?

A little spirit in human nature is that which is.

How to transform this into nothing, the painting is silent again and again, and still has nothing.

"Nothing, nothing, this is difficult!"

Heavenly realm, Ye Zhiqiu also sighed?