Chapter 207: Hidden Fragrance Follows the Body, Vimalakirti Breaks the Dharma
Gong Mengbi took out a small golden furnace, and smoke rose from the furnace like a flying fox.
His small golden furnace was originally just a furnace for burning incense. Later, he stuffed the sword embryo into the furnace to refine it with the fragrance. When refining the sword embryo, he also refined the incense burner together with it.
Now the fire in his heart is always burning, the incense is always incense, and he often uses it to offer sacrifices to ghosts and gods. With the response from the gods, he has become psychic and turned into a magic tool.
When needed, the incense in the furnace can be offered out, or transformed into clouds and mist to resist attacks, or used to perform magic without form or appearance, or used as a hidden heart fire to burn people's essence. It can be used very flexibly.
When he rescued Xu Wan before, he turned the smoke in the small golden furnace into a cloud curtain to block the attack of the black shadow.
This cloud curtain appears to contain only a wisp of white smoke, but in fact it conceals a subtle fragrance. The small golden furnace has been infused with various exotic aromas, and the clouds it produces have already acquired a mysterious fragrance that is both present and absent, but hidden within, making it difficult to detect. This is to facilitate Gong Mengbi's magic.
The black shadow pounced on the cloud tent, already stained with a faint fragrance without knowing it.
When the Immortal Beilai heard what he said, he laughed softly, and his charm was so great that the monks and Taoists couldn't help but lower their heads and dared not look at him.
"Great! Lead the way quickly."
Gong Mengbi held the small golden stove in his hand and blew gently, then he could smell a faint fragrance that lingered for a long time.
Everything he saw and smelled contained traces of a faint fragrance, and he followed these traces and disappeared into the night.
Gong Mengbi rode the wind, followed closely by the Great Immortal Beilai. Taoist Luo followed without hesitation. The remaining monks and Taoists exchanged glances and said, "With the Great Immortal Beilai personally taking action, we will stay here and protect Miss Wan'er to prevent that monster from attacking again."
Wan'er looked in the direction Gong Mengbi flew with some concern and said, "I don't know if they can succeed."
The monk said with a smile, "Don't worry, Miss Wan'er. Taoist Luo is highly accomplished, and the Immortal Beilai has even greater magical powers. If they can't catch the monster, I'm afraid our combined efforts will be of no use."
Gong Mengbi and the other two followed the fragrance through the darkness, all the way to a beautiful low hill.
Taoist Priest Luo asked doubtfully, "Cen Mountain? That monster is actually in this mountain?"
Gong Mengbi asked, "Is there anything special about this mountain?"
Taoist Master Luo said, "It is said that there is a tomb of the Saint of Painting on this mountain, and it is the place where the Saint of Painting ascended to heaven."
Gong Mengbi is not familiar with this, so please ask Master Luo for details.
As the three of them walked and talked on the mountain, Taoist Master Luo said, "The only person who could be called a painting saint in ancient times was Xue Daoqing from the previous dynasty. He entered the Dao through his brushstrokes, and his brushstrokes could conjure clouds and mist. Rumor has it that he was the reincarnation of an immortal, a truly remarkable figure."
"Xue Daoqing was an official, but he couldn't stand the constraints, so he resigned and wandered around the country. Because he had no money, he often paid debts with paintings, and thus many of his paintings and calligraphy have been passed down through the ages."
"Xue Daoqing's most common paintings were of beauties: bodhisattvas, goddesses, fairies, courtesans, and even the most beautiful women in the world. Every woman in the world wanted a painting from him. However, Xue Daoqing had a terrible temper. He wouldn't paint anything but beautiful women, those without virtue, or anything that pleased him. A former imperial concubine once offered him a million gold coins for a painting, but he refused. She then sent troops to hunt him down, but he created a river that washed them away. Since then, no one has questioned his reputation as the Painting Saint."
"I was fortunate enough to see one of his paintings of a goddess. There really is a spirit in it, and you can invite it out to dance with people."
"Later, I heard that Xue Daoqing traveled the world, completed his tribulations, and ascended to heaven. As for where he ascended to heaven, there are many different opinions. Cen Mountain was also rumored to be his place of ascension, and his cenotaph is located there."
"In the past, many people came to search for his suspected tomb, but all came up empty-handed. The Painting Saint has visited countless places, and there are countless places in the world that are rumored to be his suspected tomb. Cen Mountain is just a small peak. Perhaps Xue Daoqing did pass by here, but the possibility that it was the place where he ascended to immortality is too small."
Gong Mengbi frowned and said, "If you put it that way, then this matter must be related to the Painting Saint."
Taoist Priest Luo sighed as he spoke, "I love beauties, I love beauties with virtue. That monster kills people and takes their souls according to these conditions."
As he spoke, Gong Mengbi had already led them out of the dark forest and stopped outside the forest.
Gong Mengbi said, "Senior Beilai, this is the place."
Taoist Luo was about to go in, but the Great Immortal Beilai stopped him with his hand, "Don't go in, there's something strange in the forest."
Gong Mengbi could discover it, and Beilai Daxian could also discover it, but Taoist Luo was old and not as sharp.
The Immortal Beilai took a deep breath and snapped his fingers. Flames turned into fireballs and fell into the forest.
The flames dyed the dark forest red, and the dead trees in winter were instantly ignited, turning into continuous fire.
However, the Great Immortal Beilai's expression did not soften, but instead grew even more solemn. The entire forest was engulfed in flames, yet no warmth could be felt, as if the burning world wasn't the same as his own, but a whole other dimension.
In the dark forest, the flames suddenly gathered and transformed into a towering statue of the God of Fire. It stepped out of the dark forest and grabbed the Immortal Beilai.
After the Vulcan statue jumped out of the forest, there was no trace of the scorched sea of trees. The deep forest remained exactly the same, without any changes.
The Immortal Beilai stopped the giant statue of the God of Fire, opened his mouth and blew out a soul-stirring golden wind, which made the giant statue of the God of Fire sway from side to side, and the flames flowed like water waves and scattered in all directions.
Taoist Luo stepped forward to help, stepped on the magic circle, pointed at the air and wrote a talisman, and shouted: "Slay the ghosts and destroy the gods, all evil spirits retreat!"
The colossal statue of the God of Fire, struck by the demon-slaying curse, suddenly shattered. The Great Immortal Beilai tore its body apart with a golden wind, transforming it into countless sparks that danced in the air. The Great Immortal Beilai casually swept them up into the sky and disappeared.
Gong Mengbi was not worried about the giant statue of the god of fire, because although it was a statue of the god, it did not have the spirit of the god. It was just an empty shell of fire and could not cause much damage.
He walked around the edge of the woods, being careful not to step into it, and then reached out and touched it carefully.
Seeing this, the Immortal Beilai quickly said, "Be careful, don't go in."
Gong Mengbi nodded, activated his magic power, stretched out his hand and pointed in the air, and the dark forest rippled like water, revealing its true appearance.
This is a painting, hanging in the void, reflecting the world in the painting on Mount Cen.
The Immortal Beilai was a little surprised and said, "You can actually break through this deep forest."
Gong Mengbi reached out and took the painting off, and the entire forest turned into thick ink and was thrown into the painting.
"I once learned from Vimalakirti's room how to create a world of both reality and illusion. This forest seemed very similar, so I reluctantly gave it a try."
The dark forest disappeared in front of the three people, revealing a small courtyard surrounded by wooden fences. Flowers were blooming everywhere, as if it was March, which was out of place in winter.
There was a wooden house in the courtyard. The door was open, so I couldn't see what was inside. But a voice came over me: "Who is disturbing my leisure time?"
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