Chapter 208: Ink Ghosts and Scroll Beauties
Gong Mengbi's expression grew slightly serious. The man in the room had such arrogance and confidence, which meant that he had extraordinary abilities.
Footsteps were heard, and a middle-aged man dressed in gorgeous clothes with wide feather sleeves walked out.
If Gong Mengbi's appearance is the best among foxes, chosen by nature, showing the beauty of foxes, then the middle-aged man in front of him is the one created by heaven and earth, showing the gentle and profound temperament of middle-aged people to the fullest.
Even if he didn't say anything, just standing there and looking at the three people with a pair of gentle and vicissitudes eyes made it difficult for the three people to feel any resentment.
This is a man with great charm and a strong sense of story. People can't help but sit down with him, drink a pot of wine with him, and listen to him talk about his past.
This is not an advantage in appearance, but an advantage in temperament and story.
Taoist Luo said in a trembling voice: "Painting Saint!"
The man looked at Daoist Master Luo, seemed a little surprised, and said with a somewhat amused smile: "Do you know me?"
Taoist Priest Luo said, "I have never seen your true face. The Painting Saint spent his entire life painting portraits for others, but never a self-portrait. I only know his story from legends and know of his charm from ancient books. You do look very much like the Painting Saint described in the books."
Gong Mengbi shook his head. "You are definitely not the Painting Saint. Although I have never seen the Painting Saint, I know from hearing his stories what a romantic figure he was. He would never do such a thing as killing someone or stealing their soul. Even if you have taken on his appearance, you are definitely not him."
A hint of displeasure grew on the man's face. He said, "I am the Saint of Painting. What do you know? I failed to ascend to immortality, and my soul took refuge in a painting. Six hundred years have passed since I woke up. My body is dead, and this little soul of mine still relies on absorbing the souls of others to survive. How ridiculous for a Saint of Painting to be like this."
Gong Mengbi insisted and shook his head: "You are no longer Xue Daoqing, nor are you the Painting Saint. You are a demon."
The Painting Saint looked at Gong Mengbi steadily and said, "Seeing me in such a state of disgrace and seeing the Painting Saint go astray, are you, a fox demon, happy?"
Gong Mengbi asked, "What should I be happy about?"
The Painting Saint opened his arms and said, "I, Xue Daoqing, the dignified Painting Saint, the reincarnation of an immortal, have fallen into the state of a soul-stealing monster. Isn't this what you want to see?"
"But even if I have fallen to this point, it is not your turn to laugh at me!"
The Painting Saint waved his arm, and black shadows flew out of the wooden house, turning into black ghosts and gods that pounced towards them.
Gong Mengbi immediately smelled the fragrance that fell on these black shadows, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused: "I only put fragrance on one of the black shadows, how come every one of them is now stained with fragrance, and it is stained so evenly?"
But he soon got the answer.
The Great Immortal Beilai gathered his energy into a sword and with one stroke he split the black ghost in front of him into two halves.
But in a flash, the black ghost split into two and continued to rush towards the Great Immortal Beilai.
The Immortal Beilai shouted, "Fire!"
Raging flames ignited around her body, and she coiled towards the black ghosts and gods like a giant snake or a huge tail.
When the light shone, the black ghost began to ripple, and was swept by the flames, then turned into black juice and flowed to the ground.
Gong Mengbi suddenly realized: "It's Mo!"
It is indeed ink, not only ink, but also spiritual ink.
Unless evaporated by flames, even if it turns into ink, it will quickly gather together and turn into a larger monster.
Gong Mengbi had no time to be distracted, as a ghost shaped like a vicious dog was already rushing towards him.
Gong Mengbi's eyes twitched, and he leaped up like the wind, and then a slender, transparent jade sword with only a blade condensed in his hand.
Gong Mengbi swung his sword and it was like a ray of moonlight passing by. The evil dog-like ghost turned into black smoke and evaporated. The flowing ink was wrapped in the cold air and condensed on the ground.
Seeing that the ink could not work, the painting master was not anxious.
He stretched out his hand and a scroll fell into his hand. "Don't you want to avenge them? Then come and see them for yourself."
He unfolded the scroll in his hand, revealing the hundreds of beautiful pictures inside.
This is a half-finished painting of a hundred beauties. The beauties depicted are all very charming and graceful, but many of them do not have faces drawn, only a vague human figure.
As for the beauties whose faces were painted, their eyes were as clear as autumn water, just like real people.
The Saint of Painting held up the pictures of a hundred beauties, and each beauties walked out of the portraits.
Taoist Luo took one look and his eyes were bloodshot. He said, "Evil demon! Evil demon!"
Among those beauties, more than ten were victims of the Shanyin County Incident. Daoist Master Luo had read the case files and recognized their faces; he would not be mistaken.
"If you use a living soul to paint, you will be punished by heaven!"
The Painting Saint sighed, "The so-called heavenly punishment is nothing but a joke. I have done so many good deeds in my life, but in the end, I still failed to ascend to heaven and can only survive. This shows that the concept of good and evil is truly false."
Taoist Luo wanted to argue again, but he was too distracted. The ink spirits that emerged fell into the hands of the beauties in the painting of a hundred beauties and transformed into ink knives, ink swords, ink ropes, and ink hammers.
These beauties, painted from living souls, move erratically, coming and going erratically. Like a shadow, they gather and disperse at will, and are the ultimate assassins.
A beautiful woman appeared behind Taoist Luo at some point, and with a slight thrust of the ink-stained dagger in her hand, she was about to stab him to death.
A golden light flashed on Taoist Luo's robe, blocking the dagger.
Taoist Luo's face changed, and he waved his sleeves, hitting the beauty.
But the beauty was too weak to bear the force. She smiled lightly and then turned into smoke and disappeared, leaving Taoist Luo's attack in vain.
Gong Mengbi raised the small golden furnace, and smoke gushed out like a white fox, wrapping him up in it.
Several beauties came to assassinate him, but one of their swords hit the smoke and was blocked, making it difficult to penetrate deeper.
The Immortal Beilai was also in a dilemma. She was a very skilled Taoist, but the difficulty lay in her unwillingness to hurt those souls and instead she was restrained.
The Painting Saint laughed and took out another painting. When the scroll was unfolded, it showed a huge Mingwang with blazing fire of karma.
The Mingwang had a ferocious face, with a seal in one hand and a vajra in the other. He jumped out of the painting and smashed the vajra at the Great Immortal Beilai.
The face of the Immortal Beilai changed, and he flew away, but was suddenly stopped by two beauties who set up an ink net.
She acted decisively and burned the net with flames, then crawled out of it. The next moment, the vajra fell to the ground, and she heard the earth shaking, rocks flying, and cracks appearing on the mountain.
Gong Mengbi did not pay attention to the battlefield of the Great Immortal Beilai, but looked at the Painting Saint. Taking advantage of the fact that the Saint was distracted, he suddenly turned into smoke and disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he had already slashed at the Painting Saint's head with a knife.
In a flash of moonlight, the painting saint shattered like an afterimage.
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