The most bullish Taoist temple in history

Chapter 350, Immortal in Painting
"My son...in the painting?"

Lai Xinghui felt that this was really absurd, but the facts seemed to say that this was the case.

"Your child is addicted to painting, obsessed with painting, in his world, only painting is everything." Li Yu paused and said: "But there are still too many disturbances in the ordinary world, he can paint, but But he can’t just indulge in painting and concentrate on painting, so the elf who shared the troubles for him gave birth to spirits, born in response to wishes, born in response to conditions, and became the soul of painting.”

"The soul in the painting is exchanged with the people outside the painting, making the painting and the painter." Li Yu said lightly: "It's just that he never thought that the [painting] he created is his extreme face. , has the same personality as him, and is still addicted to painting and obsessed with painting."

Li Yu looked at the fake Lai Siyu in front of him, and said with a smile: "You return Lai Xinghui to the real world, and then I will tell you how to draw this painting."

The fake Lai Siyu in front of him hesitated for a moment and said, "It's not that I don't want to, but that he doesn't want to come out. He wants to stay inside and never come out for the rest of his life."

Li Yu didn't find it strange. Some people feel uncomfortable if they don't go out to play all day. Internet computers, the whole world is no longer lonely, but colorful.

Everyone has their own aspirations, some like reality, some like vast nothingness, but the colorful online world.
One reason.

"You have to face the reality after all. If you are just a simple otaku, then the poor will not care too much, but you have a father and a pregnant wife, which means you have the responsibility to face the reality of this world." Li Yu turned around Looking at the fake Lai Siyu, he said, "For him, reality is real."

After a moment of silence, Fake Lai Siyu finally nodded.

Then he fell into a coma, and a light black, ink-like phantom flowed out of his seven orifices and penetrated into the painting.

When the ink and wash penetrated into the painting, Lai Siyu in the painting was also forced to retreat, and Huaying directly burrowed into the fallen body.

After a long time, Lai Siyu who was lying on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

"Son, you're awake." Lai Xinghui who was next to him quickly comforted him.

After Lai Siyu woke up, he cursed angrily.

"Who! Who drove me out! Why did you drive me out! I want to paint, I want to paint inside! I... want to paint!"

Lai Siyu rushed to his painting and shouted: "Why, why! You clearly promised me! Exchange with me, I am inside the painting, you are outside, you let me in! Let me in quickly! "

At this time, [Lai Siyu] in the painting also responded to Lai Siyu's words, apologizing.

"Your wife is great. She is pregnant. Pregnancy seems to mean giving birth to life? Just like you gave birth to me, just like you taught me the knowledge of the human world, the child in your wife's womb also needs you to do it for me teach."

"What he said just now is right. I belong to this world, and you belong to the world outside the painting. This is an unchangeable fact. No matter what, you have to come out."

The person in the painting composed of black and white lines smiled and said.

"Face your own world"

After listening to it, Lai Siyu outside the picture had a dull expression, and finally lowered his head dejectedly.

"Yes, after all, it belongs to your world, not mine."

At this time, Zhang Shao came over and hugged Lai Siyu, crying with joy: "Honey, you are finally back, I thought, I thought my husband was gone. Great, really great."

"Son, I didn't expect that you actually ran into the painting"

Faced with the concern of his father and wife, Lai Siyu finally remained silent. After staying in the painting for a long time, he still felt a little uncomfortable facing the real world.

Like, the real world is still good?

In the Taoist temple, Li Yu looked at the paintings on the table and asked.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Lai Siyu."

"I mean yourself." Li Yu emphasized the word "self."

After a moment of silence, the portrait said: "My own words have no name."

"Well, let's call you the painting soul." Li Yu nodded while looking at the painting in front of him, and decided that it was the name, knowing that the painting soul in front of him already had the concept of "self".

Evolving pretty fast——

The Lai family decided to give this painting to themselves, especially Lai Xinghui, who wanted to take away this painting that could exchange souls with his son.

For Lai Xinghui, this painting is all about evil spirits.

Hua Hun didn't refuse anything, just said with a smile.

"Then master, can you teach me how to draw a picture with a soul?"

"First of all, you must have a soul before you can draw a painting with a soul."

"How can I have a soul?" Painting Soul is very concerned about this issue.

"Naturally, you will have a soul." Li Yu laughed.

Hua Hun said in amazement: "Is it that simple?"

"It's as simple as that. Everything has a spirit. Now you have a spirit but no soul. After a long time, you are extremely fond of painting, love painting, gather the zero energy of the world, feel the incense of the world and cultivate your soul, and you will be able to draw a painting with a soul." It is." Li Yu smiled.

The painting soul in the painting was stunned, but still nodded.

"Well, I believe you."

After finishing speaking, the painting soul went to paint.

Painting inside the painting is exactly the same as the real interest of Lai Siyu.

And the ink chicken from before didn't make any trouble, just stood silently on the shoulder of the painting soul, watching him paint, and from time to time there were twittering cock crows, which made people peaceful, and made Li Yu feel like he was sitting The feeling of meditation futon.

Li Yu looked at the painting soul in front of him, and finally couldn't help but muttered.

"This painting soul brother is actually quite unbelievable. He exudes a mixed aura of yin and immortality, which makes people unable to tell whether it is a demon or an elf."

There are many, many stories about painting as a master, such as painted skins, people in paintings, immortals in paintings, all kinds of legends, all kinds of fragrant and weird painting styles.

At this time, the system replied.

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the four treasures of the study, calligraphy and ink, ink is the bridge of immortality, and has been endowed with different meanings since its birth." Guidance will also go in the direction of [immortals]. Don’t you know the host? Pen immortals, qin immortals, chess immortals, and immortals in paintings, even folklore, have a high probability of giving the meaning of immortals.”

Li Yu nodded clearly.

"It turns out that the ghosts born from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting were superior to others from the very beginning."

(End of this chapter)