I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

Bu Fan didn't mean to play tricks on the old beggar.

He just felt that the old beggar's expression was too tense and reserved, which was not conducive to painting, so he came up with this idea to ease the atmosphere.

The old beggar stood up without any delay, and immediately followed Bu Fan's instructions, picked up the bamboo stick and walked outside, and then walked back.

Bu Fan's eyes lit up, and suddenly he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, like a rabbit rising and falling, and painted on the smooth and white rice paper with a serious expression, the end of the brush was dipped in thick ink, and the ink splashed everywhere.

At this moment, Bu Fan seemed to be integrated with the world, and his whole body exuded a pure aura.

Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar suffocated.

For fear of disturbing the painting of the person in front of him, he dared not even take a breath.

"What's better!"

Bu Fan's hand holding the pen paused, he couldn't help but glance at the painting, and wrote again.

"Niè (niè) sits on the clouds and travels out of the mundane world, and has no bottle or bowl to take with you. When you meet people and don't talk about human affairs, you are a person with nothing in the world."

"For Mr. Hong"

Bu Fan abruptly withdrew his pen.

The poem he wrote is "Gift to the Venerable Master" by Du Xunhe, a poet of the Tang Dynasty. It roughly describes the state of life of a Taoist who transcends the world, puts everything outside the world, and desires nothing.

But when Wu Xuanzi at the side saw the figure painting on the table, he was completely stunned.

I saw the old beggar in the painting standing in front of the yard with a bamboo stick in his hand, his eyes covered by a cloth, and a wine gourd hanging from his waist.

Obviously the painting is of an old beggar, but for some reason Wu Xuanzi feels that the old beggar in the painting gives people a sense of detachment from the world.

But when he saw Bu Fan's inscription on the painting, Wu Xuanzi's heart trembled suddenly.

Qu sits in the clouds and wanders out of the world, and has no bottle and bowl to carry with him.

If you don't talk about human affairs when you meet people, you are a human being with nothing in the world.

No wonder he felt that the old beggar in the painting was extraordinary. It turned out that this supreme being had painted the old beggar as a banished immortal wandering outside the world.

Wu Xuanzi admired it.

How can the old beggar deserve such praise from Mr.

But when Bu Fan finished writing the poem and was about to let Wu Xuanzi see how the painting looked, he felt the aura surging around him, and the white clouds in the sky gathered into a whirlpool.

It's just that the movement came and went quickly.

Bu Fan was still confused, but Wu Xuanzi looked at the old beggar in shock.

"Old blind man, have you entered the Heavenly Wonderland?" Wu Xuanzi said with a trembling voice.

The old beggar couldn't believe it, but he still nodded.

Wu Xuanzi was completely dumbfounded.

How long did it take for the old beggar to break through the tribulation period and enter the Heavenly Wonderland?

But the old beggar was no less shocked than Wu Xuanzi at the moment!

Because when Bu Fan was painting just now, the old beggar only felt that the blood in his body was inexplicably surging and restless, and wanted to use spiritual power to suppress this restless blood.

But the more suppressed, the more turbulent the blood in the body.

Just when the old beggar couldn't bear it anymore, the blood in his body suddenly stabilized, and then a stream of pure blood flowed through his body.

This shocked the old beggar.

Because he knows what this pure blood represents.

This represents a transformation in the bloodline just now. .seven

You must know that during the process of cultivating a monk, the bloodline will continue to transform, and every time the bloodline transforms, the physical fitness and strength will be greatly improved.

But before the old beggar recovered from the shock.

Suddenly a poem came to my ears, "I sit on the clouds and travel out of the world, and I don't have a bottle or bowl to take with me. If you don't talk about human affairs when you meet people, you will be a person with nothing in the world."

At the same time as this poem fell, the blood in the old beggar's body transformed again.

Not only that, the spiritual power in his body began to circulate uncontrollably, and gradually transformed into immortal energy, allowing him to directly enter the heavenly fairyland from the realm of crossing the catastrophe and great perfection.

But compared to the joy brought by the breakthrough, the old beggar was shocked inside.

A painting, a poem, let him break through to the realm of celestial beings, how come he has never heard of such means.

In fact, it wasn't just Wu Xuanzi, the old beggar was shocked, and Bu Fan was also a little shocked.

His eyes subconsciously lifted up to look at the clear sky.

I remember that when the old beggar broke through to Mahayana Dzogchen last time, it caused a catastrophe. Why is it so quiet this time?

Could it be that there are only three incidents, and the two previous visits ended in vain, so this time I simply did not come.

But having said that, the speed of the old beggar's breakthrough is too fast, right?

Didn't it mean that the higher the cultivation base, the harder it is to break through?

And what happened to the old beggar?

However, Bu Fan quickly thought of the reason.

Last time, the old beggar made a breakthrough because of that desperate poem.

Because the description of that desperate poem is somewhat similar to that of the old beggar, the old beggar felt a sense in his heart, and his state of mind was greatly improved, allowing him to break through to the Dzogchen.

And this time, he also wrote a poem.

This poem also contains many sentiments.

But this practice method is also easy.

He can break through just by listening to some life insights, which is faster than him gaining experience.

However, envy is envy, and Bu Fan also knows that this method of cultivation is not suitable for him.

Although he has the thoughts and insights of many saints in his previous life.

These thoughts and comprehensions are useful for monks who need to comprehend the way of heaven, but he still understands the truth that the healer does not heal himself, the bystander is clear, and the authorities are confused.

Moreover, his cultivation speed is considered fast.

After all, if he cultivated, it would be impossible for him to reach his current state after thousands of years or tens of thousands of years.

But Bufan's movement of looking at the sky gave Wu Xuanzi and the old beggar a feeling that the world is so peaceful because of his existence.

"Congratulations, Mr. Hong, for being promoted to the Heavenly Wonderland!" Bu Fan came back to his senses and cupped his hands.

"Sovereign, you're being polite. If it wasn't for sir, I wouldn't have been promoted to the Heavenly Wonderland so soon!" The old beggar looked a little terrified, and immediately spoke respectfully.

Bu Fan knew that the old beggar attributed the breakthrough to him again, but he was right.

After all, the old beggar was able to break through so quickly because of the poem he wrote.

Now even if he said that he was not some kind of hermit expert, he was pretending to be a hermit expert before, I am afraid that the old beggar would not believe it.

"Mr. Hong has actually reached the realm of the Celestial Immortal. Have you ever thought about leaving the Tiannan Realm and going to a higher cultivation realm?"

Bu Fan looked at the old beggar with some curiosity. Now the old beggar is in a fairyland. According to the practice rules, he should find a better place to practice.

The old beggar trembled.

Could it be that this supreme being was testing him?

But compared to leaving the Tiannan Realm and going to the unknown and extremely dangerous practice world to practice, staying with this supreme being is undoubtedly the best choice.

Moreover, maybe he can go further on the road of practice.

With this thought, a flash of determination flashed in the old beggar's eyes, without hesitation, he knelt down on his knees.

This scene shocked Bu Fan.