Chapter 1998 A Man with Several Brushes

How long am I going to stay in this urn?

At this time, Song Shuhang couldn't do anything.

In addition to waiting silently... there is only prayer.

"Senior White, Senior White, bless me, let me go out earlier." Song Shuhang sincerely sent a prayer signal with his consciousness.

Don't stay in this urn for a thousand or ten thousand years.

A thousand years is too long, and he only competes for the day and night.

In the future, when he really becomes a big boss, he may consider retreating for a hundred years, a thousand years. But he hasn't reached that level yet.

After praying, Song Shuhang started tossing in the saint's urn.

For example, study the 'Bone of Immortality' - although he can't understand the structure of the bone of immortality at all, he can wrap the bone of immortality with consciousness and sense its surface structure.

If you are tired of research, you can delve into every corner of the urn and enjoy the outside scenery from different angles.

He began to discover a pattern.

In this world, the urns of saints revolve on an orbit, just like a planet.

Similarly, White Horse, Gongde Net, and Big Eyeballs all have their own orbits.

Whenever the orbits of the two sides intersect, Song Shuhang can see each other.

After passing by the "white horse" three times, the urn encountered a new scene again.

It was a linden tree, emitting a thousand zhang light.

Under the tree, there is a silver-white figure, as long as a towel is wrapped around his waist, he sits cross-legged.

But he was not chanting scriptures.

This silver-white figure, holding a bucket of strange dyes in one hand, carefully brushed a layer of gold paint on his silver body.

He brushes carefully. There are a row of brushes beside him, from head to toe, sometimes with large brushes, sometimes with small brushes... This is a man who owns several brushes.

Song Shuhang looked at the man curiously.

Does this man have any relationship with the Heavenly Dao of the past dynasties?

He now has some vague guesses about this 'world'.

Except for the urns of the Confucian saints, whether it is the white horse, the big eyeball, or the net of merit, they are all 'imprinted shadows'.

Song Shuhang guessed that this is likely to be the 'Tao of Heaven' of every person who proves the Tao, the 'imprint' left on this world when he inherits the destiny and achieves immortality.

These imprints are running in this void over and over again, without getting tired.

The white horse is likely to be the seventh Heavenly Dao corresponding to Senior White.

Gongdewang should be the predecessor of the very lucky white predecessor, Tiandao, who is probably the creator of the practice of Gongde Snake Beauty.

The big eyeball should be the second day, that is, the predecessor of the striped dragon.

So, which Heavenly Dao does this silver-white figure correspond to?

The fourth heavenly way or one of the fifth heavenly way?

Or... is it the prototype of the Fat Ball boss 'Liquid Metal Ball'?

The liquid metal ball Tiandao seems to be able to transform into a human shape, and it is also the silver-white color of this metal.

The more Song Shuhang thought about it, the more he realized it was possible.

So, he quickly shrank his consciousness and kept quiet.

After all, unlike other Heavenly Dao, the Liquid Metal Ball Heavenly Dao is still in office and has not yet retired. Maybe its 'imprint phantom' will be special?

At this moment, the man with several brushes suddenly pulled away the towel around his waist.

"It's not easy to paint here." The man said, he grabbed the small brush and pondered for a moment: "Why don't you cut it off, cut it flat, it will be easier to paint."

Song Shuhang was stunned: "!!!"

"No, I can't cut it. Although it can still grow, if I cut it, I won't be able to explain it to people. I can't say that I was cut when I was fighting with people." The man with several brushes struggled. After a while, I started to brush carefully on my waist with a small brush.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Yo, the urn of the sage boss, we meet again." The man with several brushes,

Suddenly he waved at the saint's urn.

Waving, suddenly his hand froze.

Song Shuhang could sense that this man with several brushes had discovered him.

so awkward.

After being stiff for a moment, the man suddenly quickly put away all his brushes, and then he sat cross-legged under the Bodhi tree covered in gold, with his hands clasped together: "Bodhi has no trees, and a bright mirror is not a stage. Buddha nature is always pure. , where is the dust! The heart is the bodhi tree, and the body is the mirror stand. The mirror is pure, where is the dust!"

"Everything is like a dream bubble, like dew and like electricity. It should be viewed in this way."

There is a kind of temperament of a master monk, exuding from him.

While reading, the man raised his eyes, looked at the saint's urn, and said to Song Shuhang's consciousness: "Donor, do you understand?"

[I realize a hairy gray? ] Song Shuhang really wanted to retort this man with several brushes, but unfortunately he is conscious and unable to speak.

"Donor, your comprehension is too low." The golden man shook his head gently: "Everything you saw just now is a dream and a bubble."

Song Shuhang: "..."

He can now confirm one thing, the form of this golden man's existence is also different from the other 'Heavenly Dao phantoms'.

Like the Confucian saints, he may have entered this world through other means.

Moreover, Song Shuhang found that he could communicate with the man who had several brushes, and the other party could read his meaning with just a thought.

Needless to say, it is the standard mind-reading technique of the big guy.

"No, it's not called mind-reading. It's called a mind-reading technique." The man put his hands together and smiled kindly: "Donor, you can call me a master."

"Master... can I ask you a question?" Song Shuhang asked.

He wanted to know if there was a way to get out of this space.

"Donor, please, although you are stupid, but I... poor Confucianism, no, poor monk will definitely explain it seriously." The golden master smiled slightly.

Song Shuhang was glad that he didn't have a physical head now, otherwise he would definitely have a pain in his head.

After adjusting his mentality, he asked, "May I ask Master, you..."

"Loved." The golden master quickly replied.

Song Shuhang: "???"

"Isn't it right? That's not an appointment?" Golden Master said again.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Isn't it right? Then Baoda, can swim, save you, I can't do this, I have something to do today, I have no money, I like salted tofu brain, my identity is a secret, so is my age, I don't teach gong, I don't accept apprentices..." The golden master smirked. Flip up and down, fast road.

Song Shuhang: "..."

"Is there any other question that needs to be explained by the poor Confucianism?" Golden Master smiled slightly and continued.

Song Shuhang: "..."