Chapter 26: Nirvana Painting (9)
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Chapter 26: Nirvana Painting (9)
In the middle of the painting, which came to life, a bright light shone from the sword.
The light was quite strong.
It was more like a majestic force that spread out everywhere, suppressing the evil spirits and ghosts in the area. And it held this shocking presence as if it was looking down on anything evil.
Ahhh
In the painting, Avalokiteshvara, the beautiful men and women, and even the animals groaned. They all wriggled to get away from the light, but they couldnt move.
Zaha calmly watched this.
His hair was flying, and his clothes were fluttering. Behind him, his dark energy shook.
He appeared to be standing alone on the edge of a cliff, far away, and just one step could crumble everything.
What is this?
Seol Young was confused.
Seol Young wondered if this was how the Black Tortoise Divine Troops felt when they fought against him.
Shock.
He couldnt understand.
If Zaha had left him alone, Seol Young probably wouldnt have survived. Why attack it himself when his aim was to drain Seol Young of his spiritual energy?
All because he wanted to test his strength against a painting?
Because of the bright light, even Seol Young couldnt look at what was happening to the painting. And as he was squinting his eyes, he said,
Is it really that hard to control your impulse? You ended up saving me because of this.
What is that supposed to mean?
Zaha said,
Seol Young-rang, what would change just because I stabbed it once? It just increases the amount of time you suffer.
And he smiled as if he were looking down on him. It couldnt get any nastier than this.
No! You made a mistake.
In the midst of this crisis, he gained some time for a miracle.
Seol Young looked at the painting, and he opened his spiritual eyes.
He fixed his gaze on the lower left part.
He didnt miss this single chance.
As I thought
He was right.
Seol Young pointed to that spot and shouted,
Over there!
It was under the five colored clouds, which were torn up.
Avalokiteshvara was screaming in pain, and the men too.
It was always there on one side. The one who was alone and still.
The person who was tightly hugging a pipa.
A sloppily drawn picture. A distorted two-headed man who blended in with the handsome men and beautiful women.
The figure could now be distinguished.
He could clearly see how elaborately the painter drew this parthow he carefully drew the clothes of this person, the pipa that was being held, and the hands.
Why
Seol Young stretched out his hand.
The talisman floated in the air at his fingertips. They contained spiritual qi.
A hidden talisman.
A talisman that allowed normal people to see ghosts. It was a beginners talisman that required the least amount of spiritual qi to create.
And people who were born with innate spiritual qi, like Seol Young, could see ghosts with the naked eye, so he didnt need it.
But everything had its own use.
After completing the talisman, Seol Young turned it upside down. It didnt appear to do anything special and only made the spirits shine brightly.
And the talisman worked instantly.
The vivid colors that covered the sloppy figure were taken out.
The silk clothes that had a natural luster and wrinkles all over them vanished. And the pipa, which was more realistic in the painting, also disappeared.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
When everything was finally removed, the paintings true form was revealed.
Rejecting them wouldnt work. It had to be like opening the door for the emotions to come but not being swayed by them.
If it werent for the evil spirits, there wouldnt be anything bothering them.
Right. It is alright.
Seol Young repeatedly encouraged the weak spirit.
Show your true face!
He ordered it.
The spirit was startled.
It immediately shook off the fear and pain of death as it stretched out.
Its true identity was a child.
It was a normal child that one could see passing around a street or village, wearing yellow pants and an open jacket.
He looked to be around 5-6 years of age. And his dark eyes looked bright and kind.
Seol Young looked right into his eyes and asked,
Did you draw that picture?
The child shook his head, and Zaha, who was watching from the side, asked a question,
Did you make that picture there?
The child nodded.
Are you the painter?
He nodded again.
A child with access to paint. A child with a paintbrush. The childs identity was rather obvious, so Seol Young asked,
Your father is also a painter?
Nod.
The child was nodding strongly now.
This child cannot speak?
It could be so.
But maybe it was because he was weak that he couldnt speak. The spirit of the child looked exhausted from the start. The spirit was flickering as if it would vanish at any moment.
It must be because he was wandering for such a long time.
Because Seol Young was infusing spiritual qi into him right now, he was at least in his true form, but he would fade again.
It seemed unreasonable to waste energy and talk right now.
And the child was too young, so he wouldnt even be able to speak clearly and explain.
I need the truth.
Seol Young held the hand of the child. Ghosts loved him.
And this child too. He smiled without shaking off the human child, and so he asked,
Will you show me what happened to you?
And he held the childs hand a little tighter as his spiritual power flowed, and the spirit of the child began to glow.
Energy must have surged through the childs body, and the fading parts looked clearer.
The child was wide-eyed as he spoke.
[Wow!]
He was shocked. It must have been both odd and shocking to see his weak body feel fine again.
He spread his arms wide like wings as he ran somewhere.
Zaha asked,
Where is he going?
Obviously, he will show us what happened to him.
Seol Young followed the child, and an amazing thing happened.
With each step the child took, the space around them changed. They were no longer in a mansion taken over by the haunted painting.
It was the place within the childs memory.
A large room was in front of them, and a man was drawing alone.
The childs father.
The genius painter.
The truth from a hundred years ago was revealing itself.
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Chapter 26: Nirvana Painting (9)
In the middle of the painting, which came to life, a bright light shone from the sword.
The light was quite strong.
It was more like a majestic force that spread out everywhere, suppressing the evil spirits and ghosts in the area. And it held this shocking presence as if it was looking down on anything evil.
Ahhh
In the painting, Avalokiteshvara, the beautiful men and women, and even the animals groaned. They all wriggled to get away from the light, but they couldnt move.
Zaha calmly watched this.
His hair was flying, and his clothes were fluttering. Behind him, his dark energy shook.
He appeared to be standing alone on the edge of a cliff, far away, and just one step could crumble everything.
What is this?
Seol Young was confused.
Seol Young wondered if this was how the Black Tortoise Divine Troops felt when they fought against him.
Shock.
He couldnt understand.
If Zaha had left him alone, Seol Young probably wouldnt have survived. Why attack it himself when his aim was to drain Seol Young of his spiritual energy?
All because he wanted to test his strength against a painting?
Because of the bright light, even Seol Young couldnt look at what was happening to the painting. And as he was squinting his eyes, he said,
Is it really that hard to control your impulse? You ended up saving me because of this.
What is that supposed to mean?
Zaha said,
Seol Young-rang, what would change just because I stabbed it once? It just increases the amount of time you suffer.
And he smiled as if he were looking down on him. It couldnt get any nastier than this.
No! You made a mistake.
In the midst of this crisis, he gained some time for a miracle.
Seol Young looked at the painting, and he opened his spiritual eyes.
He fixed his gaze on the lower left part.
He didnt miss this single chance.
As I thought
He was right.
Seol Young pointed to that spot and shouted,
Over there!
It was under the five colored clouds, which were torn up.
Avalokiteshvara was screaming in pain, and the men too.
It was always there on one side. The one who was alone and still.
The person who was tightly hugging a pipa.
A sloppily drawn picture. A distorted two-headed man who blended in with the handsome men and beautiful women.
The figure could now be distinguished.
He could clearly see how elaborately the painter drew this parthow he carefully drew the clothes of this person, the pipa that was being held, and the hands.
Why
Seol Young stretched out his hand.
The talisman floated in the air at his fingertips. They contained spiritual qi.
A hidden talisman.
A talisman that allowed normal people to see ghosts. It was a beginners talisman that required the least amount of spiritual qi to create.
And people who were born with innate spiritual qi, like Seol Young, could see ghosts with the naked eye, so he didnt need it.
But everything had its own use.
After completing the talisman, Seol Young turned it upside down. It didnt appear to do anything special and only made the spirits shine brightly.
And the talisman worked instantly.
The vivid colors that covered the sloppy figure were taken out.
The silk clothes that had a natural luster and wrinkles all over them vanished. And the pipa, which was more realistic in the painting, also disappeared.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.
When everything was finally removed, the paintings true form was revealed.
Rejecting them wouldnt work. It had to be like opening the door for the emotions to come but not being swayed by them.
If it werent for the evil spirits, there wouldnt be anything bothering them.
Right. It is alright.
Seol Young repeatedly encouraged the weak spirit.
Show your true face!
He ordered it.
The spirit was startled.
It immediately shook off the fear and pain of death as it stretched out.
Its true identity was a child.
It was a normal child that one could see passing around a street or village, wearing yellow pants and an open jacket.
He looked to be around 5-6 years of age. And his dark eyes looked bright and kind.
Seol Young looked right into his eyes and asked,
Did you draw that picture?
The child shook his head, and Zaha, who was watching from the side, asked a question,
Did you make that picture there?
The child nodded.
Are you the painter?
He nodded again.
A child with access to paint. A child with a paintbrush. The childs identity was rather obvious, so Seol Young asked,
Your father is also a painter?
Nod.
The child was nodding strongly now.
This child cannot speak?
It could be so.
But maybe it was because he was weak that he couldnt speak. The spirit of the child looked exhausted from the start. The spirit was flickering as if it would vanish at any moment.
It must be because he was wandering for such a long time.
Because Seol Young was infusing spiritual qi into him right now, he was at least in his true form, but he would fade again.
It seemed unreasonable to waste energy and talk right now.
And the child was too young, so he wouldnt even be able to speak clearly and explain.
I need the truth.
Seol Young held the hand of the child. Ghosts loved him.
And this child too. He smiled without shaking off the human child, and so he asked,
Will you show me what happened to you?
And he held the childs hand a little tighter as his spiritual power flowed, and the spirit of the child began to glow.
Energy must have surged through the childs body, and the fading parts looked clearer.
The child was wide-eyed as he spoke.
[Wow!]
He was shocked. It must have been both odd and shocking to see his weak body feel fine again.
He spread his arms wide like wings as he ran somewhere.
Zaha asked,
Where is he going?
Obviously, he will show us what happened to him.
Seol Young followed the child, and an amazing thing happened.
With each step the child took, the space around them changed. They were no longer in a mansion taken over by the haunted painting.
It was the place within the childs memory.
A large room was in front of them, and a man was drawing alone.
The childs father.
The genius painter.
The truth from a hundred years ago was revealing itself.
Chapter 26: Nirvana Painting 9In the middle of the painting, which came to life, a bright light shone from the sword.The light was quite strong.It was more like a majestic force that spread out everywhere, suppressing the evil spirits and ghosts in the area. And it held this shocking presence as if it was looking down on anything evil.AhhhIn the painting, Avalokiteshvara, the beautiful men and women, and even the animals groaned. They all wriggled to get away from the light, but they couldnt move.Zaha calmly watched this.His hair was flying, and his clothes were fluttering. Behind him, his dark energy shook.He appeared to be standing alone on the edge of a cliff, far away, and just one step could crumble everything.What is this?Seol Young was confused.Seol Young wondered if this was how the Black Tortoise Divine Troops felt when they fought against him.Shock.He couldnt understand.If Zaha had left him alone, Seol Young probably wouldnt have survived. Why attack it himself when his aim was to drain Seol Young of his spiritual energy?All because he wanted to test his strength against a painting?Because of the bright light, even Seol Young couldnt look at what was happening to the painting. And as he was squinting his eyes, he said,Is it really that hard to control your impulse? You ended up saving me because of this.What is that supposed to mean?Zaha said,Seol Young-rang, what would change just because I stabbed it once? It just increases the amount of time you suffer.And he smiled as if he were looking down on him. It couldnt get any nastier than this.No! You made a mistake.In the midst of this crisis, he gained some time for a miracle.Seol Young looked at the painting, and he opened his spiritual eyes.He fixed his gaze on the lower left part.He didnt miss this single chance.As I thoughtHe was right.Seol Young pointed to that spot and shouted,Over there!It was under the five colored clouds, which were torn up.Avalokiteshvara was screaming in pain, and the men too.It was always there on one side. The one who was alone and still.The person who was tightly hugging a pipa.A sloppily drawn picture. A distorted two-headed man who blended in with the handsome men and beautiful women.The figure could now be distinguished.He could clearly see how elaborately the painter drew this parthow he carefully drew the clothes of this person, the pipa that was being held, and the hands.WhySeol Young stretched out his hand.The talisman floated in the air at his fingertips. They contained spiritual qi.A hidden talisman.A talisman that allowed normal people to see ghosts. It was a beginners talisman that required the least amount of spiritual qi to create.And people who were born with innate spiritual qi, like Seol Young, could see ghosts with the naked eye, so he didnt need it.But everything had its own use.After completing the talisman, Seol Young turned it upside down. It didnt appear to do anything special and only made the spirits shine brightly.And the talisman worked instantly.The vivid colors that covered the sloppy figure were taken out.The silk clothes that had a natural luster and wrinkles all over them vanished. And the pipa, which was more realistic in the painting, also disappeared.The initial instance of this chapter being available happened at N0v3l.Bin.When everything was finally removed, the paintings true form was revealed.Rejecting them wouldnt work. It had to be like opening the door for the emotions to come but not being swayed by them.If it werent for the evil spirits, there wouldnt be anything bothering them.Right. It is alright.Seol Young repeatedly encouraged the weak spirit.Show your true face!He ordered it.The spirit was startled.It immediately shook off the fear and pain of death as it stretched out.Its true identity was a child.It was a normal child that one could see passing around a street or village, wearing yellow pants and an open jacket.He looked to be around 5-6 years of age. And his dark eyes looked bright and kind.Seol Young looked right into his eyes and asked,Did you draw that picture?The child shook his head, and Zaha, who was watching from the side, asked a question,Did you make that picture there?The child nodded.Are you the painter?He nodded again.A child with access to paint. A child with a paintbrush. The childs identity was rather obvious, so Seol Young asked,Your father is also a painter?Nod.The child was nodding strongly now.This child cannot speak?It could be so.But maybe it was because he was weak that he couldnt speak. The spirit of the child looked exhausted from the start. The spirit was flickering as if it would vanish at any moment.It must be because he was wandering for such a long time.Because Seol Young was infusing spiritual qi into him right now, he was at least in his true form, but he would fade again.It seemed unreasonable to waste energy and talk right now.And the child was too young, so he wouldnt even be able to speak clearly and explain.I need the truth.Seol Young held the hand of the child. Ghosts loved him.And this child too. He smiled without shaking off the human child, and so he asked,Will you show me what happened to you?And he held the childs hand a little tighter as his spiritual power flowed, and the spirit of the child began to glow.Energy must have surged through the childs body, and the fading parts looked clearer.The child was wide-eyed as he spoke.Wow!He was shocked. It must have been both odd and shocking to see his weak body feel fine again.He spread his arms wide like wings as he ran somewhere.Zaha asked,Where is he going?Obviously, he will show us what happened to him.Seol Young followed the child, and an amazing thing happened.With each step the child took, the space around them changed. They were no longer in a mansion taken over by the haunted painting.It was the place within the childs memory.A large room was in front of them, and a man was drawing alone.The childs father.The genius painter.The truth from a hundred years ago was revealing itself.
