Lawyer An walked over to the Taoist priest. To be honest, in such a situation, even Lawyer An, who was good at creating conditions to lick even when there were no conditions, was a little at a loss. He simply... didn't know where to start.
He didn't even dare to get too close to the old Taoist priest. God knows if the old Taoist priest would suddenly lose control of himself in this obviously mentally disturbed state.
This is just a casual slap.
I am the newly-minted King of Equality,
Dead.
The old Taoist's eyes were a little blurry, and he couldn't seem to see things clearly. He had to get his face very close to the painting.
at last,
The old Taoist suddenly slapped the scroll with both hands and took several steps back.
A struggle began to appear in his eyes.
Lawyer An took all of this in. At this moment, he even felt like he was witnessing history.
Even though he had ascended the throne, to be honest, at least in this bookstore, Lawyer An did not feel that there was any substantial change in his status and identity.
Outside the study, there is still a plaque hanging with the words "Just listen to it, this is what I have heard". He is still the head of the study and its housekeeper.
He still carefully serves the big bosses of the bookstore.
But the person in front of him, the big boss who had just funded him, was obviously abnormal.
Lord,
He should have been dressed in white, looking elegant and graceful, and he was brimming with confidence!
He looked down on his ancestors, thinking that they were just rotten wood that sat on the foundation of the first generation of ancestors and did nothing but eat;
He looked down on Jizo, thinking him too naive;
He doesn't care about too much.
Even when facing the despairing Xuanyuan Sword,
He even dared to spend a thousand years planning to take advantage of that loophole!
only,
At this time,
In the eyes of the Lord of the Mansion, besides self-confidence, there were also confusion, uneasiness, guilt, doubt and other emotions.
Because of oneness, it is pure;
Because there are too many, it is messy.
The same goes for human eyes. The Lord's eyes began to become cloudy.
Lawyer An pursed his lips but didn't dare to say anything. He didn't know what he should say.
It was obvious that the Lord had accomplished his mission, he had obviously dodged the Xuanyuan Sword, and he had clearly said that he would become the King of Equality, and so he became the King of Equality.
But why do I become more and more negative the more I look at it
At this moment, Lawyer An had no doubt that if Lord Fujun posted a message "I don't want to live anymore" on social software with this image, it would definitely attract a lot of attention, because from the expression to the details of the movements, even an Oscar winner would find it difficult to interpret this kind of indifference to suicide that is deep in his bones.
The old Taoist raised his arms.
When he opened his eyes again,
All around,
There was no one in the study, nor was there any scenery in the study. I was standing in an attic.
There is incense burning in the attic, and the smell brings back deep memories.
On the wall beside the old Taoist, there are portraits, and every person in the portrait looks like an immortal.
These are his ancestors.
The old Taoist smiled.
Especially when he saw that several ancestors who were close to him had walked out of the painting and scolded him,
His smile began to become brighter.
Finally, when his eyes fell on the first character scroll at the beginning, he saw the first generation in the scroll, who was also smiling like himself.
The old Taoist stopped laughing.
He put away his smile, his face became serious, then he bowed and knelt down.
By the time the Taoist priest stood up, the attic had begun to burn and flames were leaping everywhere.
The old Taoist ignored it and just stood there watching quietly, watching the fire devour everything here. When the flames reached their peak, everything around disappeared.
In front of him, a lotus statue appeared. On the lotus, Ksitigarbha had his hands clasped together. He was wearing an ordinary cassock and a mask on his face.
"Ascension, back again?"
The old Taoist asked jokingly.
In fact, the answer is really not important, because Ksitigarbha will never come back.
In this situation, I am just talking to myself.
However, as the last lord of the mansion, his emotions had actually surpassed his rationality and occupied the mainstream of his heart at this time. This was indeed something that was simply unimaginable.
"It's already this late, why don't you take off your mask?"
"It's revealed."
The voice of Ksitigarbha came from behind the old Taoist.
The old Taoist turned around and saw Dizang standing behind him, with the mask on his face no longer on.
"I say, is the scenery in the sky beautiful?"
The old Taoist asked again.
Jizo nodded, "It's beautiful."
"Haha, then it's a pity that I didn't go and take a look."
The Bodhisattva nodded again, "It is indeed a pity."
"But I am still alive, but you are gone!
I can continue to exist, but you can only appear in my thoughts!"
There was still a peaceful smile on Dizang's ordinary face. Facing the old Taoist's words, he still nodded:
"Yes."
“Haha. Hahahaha!”
The old Taoist laughed again.
However,
At this moment, Dizang turned around, and a boundless void appeared in front of him, and in this void, rays of extremely destructive light began to appear.
"Life is for meeting."
"Oh."
"You know, the scenery there is really beautiful."
The old Taoist clenched his fists suddenly.
He raised his head suddenly.
In my eyes,
There are flashes of purple lightning:
"The thunder washes my eyes and purifies my soul!"
In an instant,
The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in front of him began to twist and be torn apart.
Next,
The images were destroyed as soon as they appeared or before they even appeared.
The old Taoist's gaze was always looking upwards, upwards, and upwards, like unstoppable thunder, piercing through all this illusion!
finally,
The dust has settled.
All around,
No more extra colors,
Only pure white remains.
In this upper position,
A sword,
Hanging there,
It’s hanging above the old Taoist’s head!
“Haha. Hahahahaha!”
The old man's expression twisted.
It's like you try your best to solve and kill your opponent, but when you think everything is successful, you find that it is still above your head.
at this time,
What you feel,
It's anger.
It's despair,
as well as,
Powerless.
The old Taoist's body slowly bent down.
The sword was still hanging high, without any unusual movement. However, just like Boss Zhou at the moment, only those who were qualified to be targeted by the sword could clearly feel the kind of despair and suffocation that the sword could bring to people!
It is not a ghost, but it can haunt you more than a ghost!
However,
Just then,
The old Taoist's body slowly stood up again, and balls of purple flames began to burn on his body.
His body began to rise, and his eyes began to become pure again.
He is the Lord of the House.
He is a child of destiny.
He disdains his ancestors.
He is confident, he is strong, and he thinks he can do anything!
In the study outside, Lawyer An also keenly noticed that the turbidity in the eyes of the old Taoist standing motionless in front of him began to become clear, and his whole temperament was also undergoing a sudden change.
This is a person who, after facing a blow, stood up again after a brief period of depression.
Lawyer An breathed a sigh of relief.
The boss' fate is uncertain, and it can even be said that... his chances of survival are slim.
If something happens to the Lord of the Mansion, then I, the King of Equality, will not be able to sit on the throne any longer.
… …
In consciousness,
The old Taoist had already flown to the same height as the sword.
He stood up.
He did not yield.
He conquered fear, conquered torture, conquered himself,
His hands,
Start grabbing for the sword.
He wants to take down this sword, he wants to... erase this sword!
However,
The old Taoist stretched out his hand towards the sword.
But it went straight through the sword.
There was a look of shock in the old Taoist's eyes.
This is not the real Xuan-Yuan Sword.
The Xuan-Yuan Sword had actually already been chopped down. It slashed towards Dizang, and Dizang became his own scapegoat.
This is not the Xuanyuan Sword, no, this is illusion...
Two cute little monkeys appeared on the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him. They looked around with curious eyes, looking at... themselves.
The old Taoist's hand subconsciously reached out again, he wanted to touch their heads.
However,
The hands of an experienced person,
Once again from this sword and the image within it,
Passed through.
Old Dao,
Silence.
… … … …
Finally, after waiting for almost an hour, Lawyer An finally saw the Taoist priest move.
His eyes were no longer cloudy.
Just when Lawyer An was pleasantly surprised to think that the Lord had stood up again,
The old Taoist turned around and looked at the surrounding environment. When he said he was looking, he was really just looking, because there was no nostalgia or reluctance in his eyes.
Lawyer An really felt his own insignificance at this moment. He really couldn't understand what these big shots were thinking about all day long!
The old Taoist naturally ignored Lawyer An who was standing next to him.
But took a step forward,
Walked back to the picture.
The price paid for this painting to be hung on this wall is quite high.
After all, in order to have it hang here, he had to pay the price of a throne of hell.
The old Taoist stood in front of the painting.
His hands,
Put it on the painting.
In the painting,
There are mountains and water, beautiful scenery, verdant bamboo forests, and flourishing flowers and plants;
only,
All along,
It lacks vitality because there is no living thing in this painting.
And at this moment,
Lawyer An's eyes widened suddenly.
He saw that in the painting, where the old Taoist's finger touched, a man in a white robe with wide sleeves appeared, holding a pot of wine in his hand.
Her long hair fluttered in the wind and her clothes fluttered in the wind, making her look indescribably elegant and graceful.
Behind this man,
Two tiny black shadows appeared, and they were getting bigger and bigger. They were clearly two little monkeys.
One has a bright red butt, and the other is a bit sturdier with khaki fur.
Two monkeys, one holding a wine jar and the other holding a paper fan, followed the man in white.
finally,
The picture is frozen.
The whole painting, which originally lacked vitality,
After this man and two monkeys appeared,
It instantly became alive.
The old Taoist standing in front of the scroll suddenly swayed.
He fell to the ground with a plop.
“Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!”
The little monkey, who had not reacted to the Taoist priest before, now excitedly threw himself into the Taoist priest's arms.
"Ouch, ouch, oh my god, my head hurts so much..."
The eyes of everyone in the bookstore instantly fell on the old Taoist priest, and a familiar feeling returned.
"Oh, okay, okay, stop making trouble. Grandpa has a headache on his forehead. It hurts a lot."
The Taoist priest rubbed the monkey's furry head and slowly raised his head.
He first looked around, looked at everyone, and finally, he set his sights on Lawyer An and laughed:
"Hahaha, Lawyer An, you know what, I just had a very long dream. I dreamed that I was the emperor, and I made you a king. You were so happy that you kept kowtowing to me.
Hahaha, tell me if it's funny or not;
Alas, what a pity, now that the dream has ended, I was unable to make you a real prince."
The old Taoist looked very regretful because he knew how serious Lawyer An's addiction was.
Lawyer An took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, and then squatted down next to the old Taoist priest.
He took out a cigarette, took one in his mouth, and threw one to the Taoist priest.
road:
"It's okay, just wake up, just wake up."