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"Handle the case?" Wang Dazhu was a little confused.

And at this time, without waiting for Xu Lin to reply, Monk Yuantong suddenly stopped in front of a picture scroll, and his eyes shot out two golden lights, which were especially conspicuous in the dark.

Xu Lin and Wang Dazhu looked back at him at the same time, and when they saw that this great monk was supernatural, they couldn't help but look at the picture scroll on the wall.

"One sand, one world!" When Monk Yuantong said this, Xu Lin's brows furrowed even tighter, because in his senses, this was just a painting, an ordinary and ordinary painting.

"What kind of nerve does the great monk have?" Wang Dazhu muttered with some dissatisfaction, and then walked behind the Yuantong monk, and reached out to pick up the painting, but was stopped by the Yuantong monk with his hand: "Can't pick it up!"

Wang Dazhu raised his eyebrows, and the golden light in the eyes of the Yuantong monk also dimmed at this time, and he regained his previous appearance, and turned his head: "The holy products of the Buddha sect must not be defiled!"

Xu Lin looked at this painting, there are mountains and rivers in the painting, the ink is particularly new, and a few light strokes can depict a magnificent landscape scene, and he couldn't help but praise and said: "It should be from everyone's hands, the great monk knows this painting?"

"At that time, there was a painting monk in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, who took the landscape as his love, and then sent his affection to the heart of Buddhism, and he was able to draw a treasure. ”

Wang Dazhu looked at the Yuantong monk with some surprise, and then looked at the picture scroll on the wall, and sneered: "The magic weapon condensation, not only is it tempered, but also the spiritual object is the root, and then the Tao is condensed on it, so that it can be obtained, you said that the monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect can draw a magic weapon with a painting?

Yuantong recited a Buddha name, raised his eyes and looked at the landscape paintings on the wall, and a smile rippled on his face: "This mountain is good, this water is good, but there is also good and evil, just like the painting monk back then, good and evil are in the heart, one side is good, and when the other side is revealed, it is fierce and hideous!"

Xu Lin raised his eyes and looked at the painting in front of him carefully, not letting go of every detail, at the beginning, he still didn't feel anything, but after looking at it for a long time, Xu Lin's expression was suddenly stunned.

I saw that in the middle of the undulating mountains in the picture scroll, there was a clear spring, like a big python lying on the mountain, and at the highest point of the clear spring, there was a green pine, but the problem was also on this big and surprisingly large green pine.

Xu Lin measured it carefully, and after staring at it for a long time, it became clearer and clearer, that is, a pair of eyes, hiding between the branches and leaves of the green pine, and the peeping gaze was so real, just like a pair of life-seeking eyes in the dark, staring at you fiercely.

While Xu Lin's heart was cold, he focused all his attention on that cruel gaze.

Greedy, hideous, ruthless, Xu Lin thought of almost all the words he could think of in his heart to describe the pair's secretly peeping eyes, but it was not enough to say how that gaze gave people.

"Great monk, you said that painting a monk can achieve the body of a Buddha?"

In the face of Xu Lin's questioning, the monk Yuantong sighed slightly and said: "This painting monk is a genius, Buddha nature is natural, when he lives in the world, he is already a famous painter in the world, but after entering the Buddhism, the kung fu of painting has reached a higher level, which can be described as rare in a hundred years." ”

"Answer my question!" Xu Lin said impatiently.

Monk Yuantong folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name and said: "With such a high understanding and talent, for some reason, this painter did not achieve the body of the Buddha, and the most surprising thing is that he disappeared!"

Xu Lin turned his head to look at Yuantong: "Disappeared?"

"Hmm!", the monk Yuantong continued: "The Golden Wheel Temple can be said to have inherited the mantle of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, and most of the records of the monks in the temple have documents, but this painting monk was famous in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple back then, but somehow, there are only records of the first half of his life, as for the back, it is a shortage of chapters, no!"

Xu Lin touched his smooth chin, then looked at the scroll on the wall and said, "How did the great monk see that this scroll was made by the artist?"

Monk Yuantong smiled and said, "Can the poor monk say that he also has a natural understanding of Buddha nature?"

"Phew!", Wang Dazhu said with some sneer: "I just see that your round head is natural, like a big watermelon!"

Monk Yuantong was not angry, but smiled and said: "Buddhism knows itself, Buddhism is all through, such as the sea embraces all rivers, it is water, why can't it be integrated? There is a Buddha's meaning in the painting, and the poor monk naturally knows it." ”

Xu Lin nodded, continued to look at the pair of eyes in the picture, and pointed with his hand: "Who is the person in the painting?"

"Who?" Wang Dazhu was shocked, then raised his eyes to look at the picture scroll on the wall, followed the direction pointed by Xu Lin, and looked carefully for a long time before he took a step back and said, "Mom", "This painting is alive!"

Xu Lin and Monk Yuantong each took a step back at this time, only to see that with Wang Dazhu's shout, the color of the scroll suddenly changed.

On the original black and white picture scroll, especially the color of the green pine, when the other colors gradually faded, its color became stronger.

A gust of cold wind blew, and when Wang Dazhu, including Xu Lin, unnaturally shivered, Yuantong took a step forward calmly, folded his hands, and recited "Amitabha!" with a solemn expression, "Amitabha!"

The Buddha's name is silent, the Buddha's voice is immeasurable, the echo is thorough, thick and solemn! But the picture scroll in front of the monk Yuantong did not have the slightest reaction, and the green pine was already blurred after the excessive color and luster, and when it was about to turn into a cloud of black ink, another face was slowly presented.

The first to appear was a pair of eyes, triangular and blood-red, and when the whole face gradually appeared, it was gray and full of beards.

The gray hairs are like iron needles, standing upright one by one, sharp ears, under its pointed nostrils, a pair of hideously curved sharp teeth, flashing with a cold cold glow.

"Mouse!" Wang Dazhu exclaimed.

Xu Lin looked at the mouse face in the picture, stared at the cold light in the eyes of the rat, and then reached into his arms and took out a white hair, but it was the same color as the beard on the mouse face.

This hair was picked up by Xu Lin when he first arrived at Qian's house, and there was no power breath on it, as if it was an ordinary hair, but at this time, when Xu Lin took out this hair in front of the picture scroll, he obviously felt that there was an extremely powerful demonic power coming from the hair.

An extremely slight laugh, like a child's whispering voice, sounded softly in his ears, Xu Lin suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

"Dang Chang!" With a sound, Wang Dazhu had already drawn his sword in his hand, the blade of the sword was rippling with Zheng Zheng sword intent, one hand stretched out and grabbed Xu Lin's arm, stepped back again, and then shouted: "This monster is about to appear!"

A smile, which can be described as a unique human expression, sinister, or cruel and ferocious!

The only feature of the painting in front of me is that the landscape in the original painting is no longer there, and there is only a mouse face with some human words, and it is still a very big one.

Monk Yuantong was still standing in front of the scroll, not taking half a step back, reciting scriptures that Xu Lin couldn't understand, but it didn't seem to have the slightest effect on the painting in front of him.

"Great monk, what are you doing, don't retreat to my side!" Wang Dazhu shouted at the Yuantong monk who stood in front of the scroll like a piece of wood.

The scriptures were still being read, and the Yuantong monk did not pay attention to Wang Dazhu, which made Wang Dazhu's face not look good.

"Damn, great monk, my sword won't bend later, be careful to chop you to death!"

"Amitabha!" Monk Yuantong finally reacted, but his eyes were still looking at the painting on the wall, and he said without looking back: "The poor monk is influencing it!"

Wang Dazhu almost made a mistake, looked at the Yuantong monk in disbelief, and then looked at Xu Lin with a smile and said: "This, this monk actually wants to influence it?" Wang Dazhu, who turned his head and looked at the Yuantong monk, suddenly changed his face and said: "It's all at this time, what kind of nerves do you!"

In the face of Wang Dazhu's roar, the monk Yuantong turned a deaf ear, looked at the mouse face on the wall with a peaceful face and said: "This rat spirit is the dark side of the painting monk of the Ten Thousand Buddha Sect back then, it is with such a demon, the painting monk can not be turned into a Buddha, if the poor monk can use Buddhism to influence it, it is also a merit." ”

When Wang Dazhu was about to say more, the whole body of the Yuantong monk suddenly burst out with dazzling golden light, which made people unable to look at it, and at the same time, the recitation of scriptures and Buddhas suddenly resounded in the entire room, solemn and solemn.

Xu Lin backhanded Wang Dazhu's right hand that was about to draw his sword, and then the two of them took a step back at the same time, Xu Lin faced the round channel: "The demon thought has been completed, the years are like a river, so many years have passed, all the Buddha Sects have died, do you think your Buddhist scriptures can work?"

"People in the world act, right and wrong, often by force first, but never thought of a peaceful way to solve, this is what the poor monk sees, it is precisely because of such a wrong consciousness that there will be so many living beings who should not die, the poor monk can't do this!"

"Senior brother, don't talk nonsense with him, this bald donkey doesn't have oil and salt, you and I will kill this demon first!"

Wang Dazhu was about to draw his sword and make a move after speaking, but was blocked by Xu Lin's backhand and said: "Since the great monk is so confident, why don't you and I take a look and say, this fight will be fought sooner or later, and we are not in a hurry at this time." ”

A strange laugh sounded softly again, without a deterrent effect that resounded through the world, but a low laugh, in the scriptures of the Yuantong monk, this laughter was almost negligible, but the three people present heard it very clearly, it was an extremely evil laughter, a kind of malice from the bottom of their hearts.

"Reincarnation, a spirit is born because of a thought, since it has become a spirit, why not try to let go!"

Monk Yuantong didn't recite the scriptures again, and he, who was completely wrapped in golden light, instead spoke to the rat face on the wall this time.

The laughter continued, because there was no recitation of the Yuantong monk, the voice became clearer, and then looked at the picture scroll on the wall, but the three of them were awe-inspiring, the picture scroll disappeared, a huge rat head was inlaid there, and the eyes turned to look at the three people, and there was a coldness in the eyes.