Chapter 203: A Generation's Painting Saint, Ear-Dao God

Wu Daozi worked with his brush for half an hour before he had only painted a corner of hell.

Everything on the wall was already shocking. Zhang Xu stood before the painting, sweating all over after only watching for a few moments. The countless ghosts and gods in the painting were majestic and ferocious, and there were thousands of various evil ghosts and demonic creatures, all fighting endlessly in the painting, and even tormenting each other.

Everyone was a victim, and everyone was also a perpetrator.

All kinds of extremely cruel scenes were painted one by one under Wu Daozi's brush. Those countless ghosts and gods all wanted to escape from the mural and escape from the boundless torment.

But the boldest ones only poked their heads out, and when they saw Qian Chen, they were scared back.

They would rather be in the Avici Hell than face Qian Chen.

Qian Chen frowned slightly. He was actually gentle and kind by nature; it was all a deep misunderstanding of him by the ghosts. However, because of this, he could not walk away, otherwise the ghosts in the painting would definitely scatter in a rush. Moreover, although the hell painted by Wu Daozi had some unpredictable power, the speed of painting was too slow.

In half an hour, he had only painted one-hundredth of the Hell Transformation Picture.

If this continued, it would take at least seven days to complete this Hell Transformation Picture.

Qian Chen frowned and said: "Daoxuan, can your disciples help with coloring and painting?"

Wu Daozi shook his head slightly and said: "Wang Naier, Shi Sidao, Li Sheng, Zhai Yan, Zhang Cang, Han Qiu... The cultivation and painting skills of these people are fine for me to paint other murals, but the realm of this Hell Transformation is too high. They can't add a single stroke; a forced addition would be a dead stroke!"

"It's you, I don't know how your painting skills are, but you have a deep understanding of the true meaning of hell. Perhaps you can help me a little!"

Zhang Xu said: "What about me?"

Wu Daozi took out a few spare painting brushes and handed them to the two of them: "You can try first!"

Zhang Xu took the painting brush, but Qian Chen took out his own custom-made wolf-hair talisman brush. Zhang Xu first raised his brush to paint a little ghost. The little ghost's features were vivid, cunning, and wretched; it could be seen that the Grass Saint's painting skills were also quite extraordinary.

As soon as the little ghost landed on the wall, its eyes moved a few times, as if it were thinking of some bad idea.

Then the big ghosts in the painting next to it crowded over. The little ghost was grabbed by them, letting out a terrified scream. Everything that followed was too cruel to look at and could not be described. Zhang Xu was so shocked that he couldn't save it in time, and he saw the little ghost being dismantled and skinned by the evil ghosts in the painting, extremely cruel, turning into some ghost bone and ghost skin decorations in the mural.

Wu Daozi shook his head: "No, you don't have hell in your heart. The ghosts you paint are not ghosts in hell; they can't survive at all!"

Zhang Xu was somewhat frightened. He was thinking about what exactly happened when Wu Daozi followed Qian Chen into the main hall?

Why was it that as soon as Wu Daozi came out, he could paint hell?

Qian Chen's painting skills were mediocre, and he casually smeared a mass of ink that looked like a ghost. Zhang Xu just wanted to make a joke, saying "It seems both of us are not good enough."

Then he saw that mass of ink with no fixed shape come to life.

"This can also give birth to spirit?" Zhang Xu exclaimed.

The ink turned into something indescribable, wriggling and manifesting a terror that was hard to describe. In the ink, there seemed to be countless ghosts, countless eyes, countless hands and feet, countless heads, staring at the hell where they were. The evil ghosts in hell saw the ink and wailed and screamed, wanting to escape.

The ink wriggled, and darkness instantly enveloped a corner of the mural. The evil ghosts and demon lords who couldn't escape could only scream heart-rendingly, and then... turned into all kinds of incomprehensible sounds. It was as if it were the end of the world in hell...

Wu Daozi was sweating profusely: "Quickly wipe it off!"

Qian Chen could only slash out with a sword, killing that mass of ink, but a small piece of the Hell Transformation picture had already been destroyed. The ink fell off, turning back into a white wall!

Qian Chen not only didn't help, but even destroyed some of the already painted results.

Fortunately, Wu Daozi didn't care; as long as people were fine, it was good. He wiped his cold sweat and said: "The 'hell' in your heart is too terrifying. It's even more terrifying than the real hell. I even suspect that your heart leads to the Avici Hell. You might even have a hell in your heart that is more terrifying than the Avici Hell!"

Qian Chen was silent upon hearing this. Was it that damn demonic nature again?

What exactly did Tai Shang stuff into the Dao Dust Bead? He didn't happen to cut out his inner demons as well, did he? His otherworldly innate spiritual light, his noble golden finger—was Tai Shang using him as a trash can? Stuffing everything into it!

Qian Chen was slightly annoyed and decided that when he could stand in front of Tai Shang, he must settle this account with him!

At this time, the Ear-Dao God suddenly ran over, picked up the mouse-whisker small brush that Wu Daozi had placed at his feet, held it up like a long spear, and painted a lively little ghost on the mural. Because it was small, the little ghost it painted was only the size of a fly's head. But it could already see the fine details, and compared to the ink mass manifested by Qian Chen, it was even easier to see the details.

As soon as the little ghost was born, its body swayed, turning into the size of the little ghost painted by Wu Daozi, and integrated into the Hell Transformation Picture. There was no gap, and it was perfectly tacit.

Wu Daozi whispered a light "Eh!"

He lowered his head to look at the little monster, pleasantly surprised: "It actually has great understanding! It paints better than all of you?"

Zhang Xu was surprised: "Although my study of painting is not as hard as my study of calligraphy, it is still thirty years of work, not inferior to an ordinary master of painting. How big is this little thing? It actually surpassed me?" He lowered his head to observe carefully. The Ear-Dao God also knew it was being praised, proudly holding the brush and painting two more little ghosts, but they were conjoined deformed little ghosts.

Zhang Xu leaned forward to look, and the little ghost ferociously screamed, wanting to rush out and bite him.

Zhang Xu stepped back a few steps, his face blushing, and he didn't say a word.

He felt inferior!

Wu Daozi was even more surprised: "Its inspiration is unconstrained, adding to its painting skills; I am afraid it is even more profound than what I said earlier. If I teach this little thing, I am afraid that in less than two years, it will be able to catch up with me!"

Saying this, his face was still a bit blushing.

Actually, the little monster's cultivation was a bit poor, and it couldn't use some painting skills that required profound magic power, otherwise its strength would be afraid of being no longer below his.

Qian Chen nodded slightly. The Ear-Dao God was a natural god, closer to the Great Dao than humans, and having abilities that some people couldn't reach was also natural.

He lowered his head and saw the little monster wishing it could wag a tail, its spirit high, shaking back and forth in front of him. It stuck its tongue out at him somewhat proudly and arrogantly. Qian Chen showed a smile like an old father and stuffed the brush it had put down back into its hand.

"Since you have such talent, don't waste it. You follow Daoxuan and finish this mural! If you dare to be lazy, I will teach you how to paint myself. The method is that I will paint a Hell Transformation Picture myself, and then stuff you into it, letting you experience it yourself!"

The little monster was stunned, holding the mouse-whisker brush blankly, its eyes full of confusion.

After a while, it cried and wiped its tears, and started working as a child laborer.

Zhang Xu was stunned on the side!

Everyone had seen what the ghost Qian Chen painted himself looked like. He wanted to paint a hell picture himself; it was afraid it would be three times more terrifying than the real hell. He actually used such means to threaten a little monster. Sure enough, his heart was full of darkness leading to the Avici Hell.

Qian Chen looked at the progress and nodded with satisfaction: "This way, it will take no more than two days to finish this picture... but it's not enough! We need to find one more person! Chang'an is so big, is there anyone else who can paint hell pictures?" He turned to ask Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu pondered for a moment and said: "There is one person, perhaps he can too!"

Wu Daozi said gloomily: "If Huang Fu Zhen were still alive, perhaps he could try too, but unfortunately he was killed by my own hands..."

"The one you are talking about should be Wang Mojie, right!"

Wu Daozi turned his head and asked Zhang Xu.

Zhang Xu nodded: "His Buddhist cultivation is profound, perhaps he can also paint this Hell Transformation!" Wu Daozi also nodded: "Wang Mojie can try!"

Qian Chen stared at the mural for a long time and said: "Now the ghosts and demons cannot escape because of me, but I cannot sit in town here for too long. Daoxuan, you paint my shadow on this wall; it should also be able to deter them!"

Wu Daoxuan was stunned for a moment, and waved his hand to paint a three-headed, eight-armed shadow. The little Ear-Dao God added many details, hard-painting a shadow into the feeling of a Great Demon King. Wu Daozi felt that no matter how he looked at it, it painted with more spirit than himself.

The Ear-Dao God angrily put down the brush and muttered something, the general meaning being that you only saw the true face of this Demon King, but I have been poisoned by being by his side every moment. Of course, I have a deeper understanding than you!

As soon as the Demon Shadow of the Ear-Dao God was finished, the demons and ghosts in the Hell Picture all became honest. They wanted to escape from hell, but they had to face that Demon Shadow. For them, this was something even more terrifying than hell!

Qian Chen silently recorded another stroke for the Ear-Dao God and turned to leave with the Gold and Silver Boys.

The Hell Transformation here had already solved more than half of the difficulties, and the next step was to make complete preparations for assassinating An Lushan! This was... a choice between life and death.

An Lushan was a demon lord who had achieved the Undying Divine Demon body. How difficult it was to assassinate him?

Qian Chen's confidence in his heart had not yet exceeded three points!

But now he could not have too much confidence, and could only... do his best and have a clear conscience! ===== CHAPTER 204 =====