"Quick! Put out the fire!"
"It's Master's 'Waiting Zen'!"
"Quickly put out the fire!"
As if a miraculous magic trick was performed, the temple monks, after a moment of shock, began to carry out fire-fighting work in an orderly manner.
The sound of wooden fish tapping was intermittent, and an old voice floated out from time to time.
"Wait a minute."
"Wait a minute."
Astonishingly, the fire was kept outside the temple and could not enter.
"Is this the legendary figure who is close to the 'Grand Master'?"
Zheng Xiu took a breath of hot air and felt his lungs hurt.
This may be the strange charm of Menjing thaumaturgy, which is full of strangeness and everything.
Feng Bei's hand is like an ominous curse that can kill everything.
Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner] method can travel in the form of an incarnation, and the [Surprise Cage] is like rubbing a nuclear bomb in his hand, destroying the mountains of Fengbei.
Chu Susu can steal things from a distance, making it impossible to guard against them.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei's thaumaturgy is more focused on pure "destruction", and some of Zheng Xiu's small traits also have various effects.
Different methods, different magical arts, each show their magical powers in the vast world.
The fire that was kept out of the temple burned for a full hour.
Under the influence of Master Waiting's magic, the fire only burned the courtyard wall, leaving the inside intact.
After the fire was extinguished, the burned-out courtyard walls were filled with black smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of burning lakes.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei stepped into Yunliu Temple and found that in the center of the fire ring, the dead grass and fallen leaves were intact. Inside and outside the Yunliu Temple, the withered grass roots and the black scorched soil are like two separate boundaries, with clear distinctions.
Within the charred courtyard walls, several tall ginkgo trees were planted outside the main temple. In the cold winter, fan-shaped apricot leaves are scattered in the courtyard, and some are swept up by monks and piled in the corners.
Several ferocious statues of ghosts are distributed one foot apart along both sides of the gravel road. The ghost statues have ferocious faces. The only thing they have in common is that they all wear mighty armor and hold various weapons in their hands. They stand in a row like mighty soldiers. At the end of the array of ghost-faced soldiers is a "general statue".
The stone statue is lifelike, with the horse's front hooves raised high. The general is riding on the horse, with a slight smile on his face, and stretches out his hand to his side, as if he wants to reach out to someone.
Next to the general's statue, you can faintly recognize another statue. However, after two hundred years, the statue has long disappeared. It is unknown who destroyed it. Only a bare stone pier is left, covered with thick moss stains.
There is a bronze cauldron in front of the statue of the general. The remains of incense are inserted in the cauldron, and a thick layer of incense ashes is spread inside the cauldron.
Yunliu Temple does not respect gods and Buddhas, but respects General Xie Yunliu, who left ghost-like legends in the local area in the past.
Although Yunliu Temple covers an area of only more than 40 acres, it has complete supporting halls, a residence for monks, and complete facilities for a small temple.
After the monks put out the fire, many people lay on the ground panting.
Zheng Xiu was in front, Feng Bei was behind, and Chu Susu walked silently at the end.
The three of them entered Yunliu Temple directly while the other monks were not paying attention.
"painting."
Feng Bei reminded.
She was obsessed with it.
Feng Bei walked with Zheng Xiu, and she didn't even notice it. She gradually forgot her identity as Ye Weiyang's third string, and simply became a follower who followed Zheng Xiu to find the painting for him. .
She touched the two paper lake masks hanging around her waist and reminded again: "Be careful."
"Okay." Zheng Xiu nodded first and then told Chu Susu, who was walking at the end, with a solemn face: "Don't steal randomly."
Chu Susu still hasn't recovered from the two strange things, "The strong man flew three times" and "Wait until the master speaks to put out the fire". She nodded blankly and said hum.
Ever since she inadvertently glimpsed the doorway and understood the miraculous surgery half a year ago, she has been ignorant of this circle and has no idea what "magic skills" and "doorway" are. She once thought that her "cutting off hands and stealing skills" was a disease, and she was depressed about it for a long time. Now following Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei, after only half a day, she felt as if a brand new world was appearing in front of her. While she felt that the world was huge and strange, she also vaguely looked forward to what was to come. "A new life".
Zheng Xiu walked up to the statue of the general, cupped his fists and raised his hands, doing the courtesy, then passed the statue of the general on horseback and walked towards the main hall.
The door of the main hall is ajar, and there are nine smooth mossy stone steps in front of the door.
"Huh? This is it?"
Just when Zheng Xiu was about to go up, he looked down and found something strange.
There were footprints of different sizes left on the first and second steps.
These footprints are obviously not of the same person, and even the thickness of the moss on them is different. As time goes by, they seem to record the footprints of different people in different eras.
Zheng Xiu was a little puzzled, but still took the first step.
When Zheng Xiu took the first step on the first stone step, an old voice came out again from the hidden main hall.
"Wait a minute."
The words fell.
Zheng Xiu's steps towards the second level stopped in mid-air.
Feng Bei behind him also stopped.
"Wait a minute."
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and tried to stomp down with all his strength.
Card.
The other supported his feet and suddenly stepped down, leaving a shallow footprint on the stone steps.
Zheng Xiu suddenly understood how the footprints on the stone steps were left!
He looked inside the main hall in shock.
The raised foot no longer seemed to be his. The words "Wait a minute" buzzed in his ears like a magic voice, making Zheng Xiu unable to take the second step.
"interesting."
Zheng Xiu stood proudly on one leg, put his palms together, and prepared to pat his own ears.
He once met the deaf-mute people in the incomplete building and learned that some thaumaturgy uses sound as a medium.
As long as you can't hear it.
"Wait a minute."
The sound came from inside again.
Zheng Xiu stopped slapping his ears with both hands.
Zheng Xiu was stunned.
Feng Bei followed closely, taking the second step following the sound and stepping firmly on the second step.
"Wait a minute."
Feng Bei stopped.
Feng Bei also had the idea of competition in his heart. His long black hair moved without wind, and dark veins centered on his right eye spread all over his body.
Strong winds were blowing, Feng Bei held his right hand empty, and a towering shadow invisible to the naked eye slowly stood up from behind Feng Bei.
Chu Susu, who was under the steps, didn't understand what was happening at the moment.
I don't even know the danger involved.
Feng Bei almost went crazy and destroyed the temple.
Zheng Xiu also instantly had the urge to use his ultimate move.
She only saw Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu walking up one or two steps each, then stopped there without making any other movements.
"stop!"
The monk was sweating profusely and rushed over anxiously: "Master, these two are Ruchen's friends! There is no ill intention!"
Hearing this, Feng Bei breathed a sigh of relief. The strong wind suddenly stopped, and the dancing black hair slowly fell down.
There was silence in the main hall.
Ruchen knelt on the steps.
Speechless for a moment.
After a few breaths.
The voice of the old monk came from inside, and the hoarse voice said slowly: "Three distinguished guests have come from afar. If the old monk is not far away to welcome you, please come in."
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei cupped their hands and said in unison: "I'm offended."
Without the old monk's "wait a minute", Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei were finally able to walk up the steps smoothly.
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but look back. His footprints were clearly visible on the first step.
Entering the main hall, it was empty, with only pillars and an empty long table.
There were candles lit on the long table, and futons of various sizes were placed in the center of the main hall. On the futon closest to the inner room, there is an old monk wearing blue and plain clothes. His long white beard is untrimmed and casually coiled into a small mound on the ground.
The old monk's face was covered with wrinkles as deep as knife carvings, and his eye sockets were sunken. When he opened his eyes, his two cloudy eyeballs had no energy in them. No one would have been able to tell this unless they had personally experienced the "Waiting Zen". This old monk turned out to be such a powerful person.
The monk then whispered behind Zheng Xiu: "Did you just want to destroy your ears?"
Zheng Xiu nodded.
The monk looked shocked: "You are really crazy!" After saying this, Ruchen shook his head and smiled: "What a pity, Master's 'Waiting Zen' can be broken so easily? Can you see the footprints on the steps?"
Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized and was slightly shocked.
In his desperation just now, he mistakenly thought that destroying both ears would negate the opponent's magical skills. But now that I think about it, it's not that simple.
The old monk's "Waiting Zen" can even force the fire back and let the raging fire "wait". If you think about it seriously, the "fire" is not a living thing at all, and there is no "hearing". "Waiting Zen" "How can it take effect?"
In other words, the medium of "Wait Zen" is not sound at all.
"Ruchen, don't be rude."
The old monk gave a light drink.
Ruchen lowered his head and said yes, led the three of them into the main hall door, and then went out to make tea.
"You three, please take a seat."
The old monk raised his eyes and pointed at the futon in front of him.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei looked at each other, nodded secretly, and each chose a futon and sat down seriously.
Chu Susu seemed to have become a little transparent. She resisted the urge to "steal", listened to the advice, and sat down behind the two of them.
"Feng Bei, I have met the master."
"Zheng Shan, I have met the master."
"Chu Susu, I have met the master."
The old monk's shriveled face looked a little strange, and he opened his eyes and looked at Feng Bei.
Next came Zheng Xiu.
Then there is Chu Susu.
Those eyes were covered with frost and darkness, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment through his eyes.
"Master," Zheng Xiu decided to be polite and said, "Feng Bei and I heard..."
"Wait a minute."
Zheng Xiu shut his mouth.
He obviously didn't want to, but his mouth seemed to be no longer his in an instant, and he could no longer say the next words.
Just as Feng Bei was about to speak, the master shook his head again and said, "Wait a minute."
Feng Bei remained silent.
Zheng Xiu said in his heart, "F*ck".
How does this "Waiting Zen" magic work?
Why is it so evil?
The candlelight flickered in the quiet main hall. In the dead silence, cold sweat broke out from Zheng Xiu's back.
"Master, here comes the tea."
Monk Hua brought several cups of tea and placed them in front of several people one by one.
"Ruchen, are you secretly training your mind again?"
Ruchen hesitated for a few seconds, not daring to hide it, and nodded.
The old monk reprimanded Ruchen in a reproachful tone, saying: "My master has warned you a long time ago that you need to practice mind training as you like. Do not force the mind to cultivate, otherwise it will be counterproductive."
Ruchen lowered his head in shame and nodded vigorously: "Disciple knows his mistake."
The old monk sighed: "Ruchen, you are on the wrong track."
Ruchen was stunned when he heard this: "Disciple, I don't know where I went wrong."
The old monk still sighed: "You don't know where you are wrong, you are just wrong."
Ruchen was even more stunned when he heard this.
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but raise his hand: "Master, can you... take a step to speak? Don't wait any longer. Please allow Zheng to finish his sentence."
The old monk closed his eyes: "Yunliu Temple is cold and barren, and it is difficult to accommodate distinguished guests. Please finish your tea with the three of you, and then go back to where you came from."
Zheng Xiu was surprised: "Master, does he know our purpose?"
The old monk nodded.
Zheng Xiu pointed at Feng Bei: "Do you know who she is?"
The old monk said: "Ye Weiyang."
After a pause, the old monk said: "Because I know that you are from Ye Weiyang, this painting must not be put into your hands."
Zheng Xiu thought for a moment and smiled: "So, they have already been here."
Old monk: "Yes."
Zheng Xiu: "You also asked them to 'wait a moment'."
Old monk: "Yes."
No wonder Yue Yan left the sentence "Something else happened". Obviously Yueyan has personally experienced the secrets of "Waiting Zen" and does not dare to let Fengbei go up the mountain to grab it. In addition, this is not Ye Weiyang's style.
Zheng Xiu added: "This matter is a long story. The master is unwilling to give this painting to Ye Weiyang, but I," Zheng Xiu pointed to himself: "I am not Ye Weiyang's person."
"Then what do you want?"
Zheng Xiu replied with a smile: "In life, everyone has their own needs. A hungry traveler seeks a full meal, a peerless swordsman seeks a sharp sword, and a top-notch musician desires handed down music. As a painter, I heard about Mr. Gongsun Mo two hundred years ago. In the name of 'Painting Ghost', I also learned that Mr. Gongsun Mo has a calligraphy treasure in the world. If I can't see it with my own eyes, it will be a regret in my life! I just want to see it, and I hope the old man can make it happen!"
Ruchen was shocked, his face full of astonishment: "Are you a painter?"
The old monk also looked surprised: "Painter?"
Chu Susu was shocked: "Painter?"
What the man said seemed like a big joke, but it was the truth.
Everyone's reaction made Zheng Xiu a little embarrassed, so he could only say: "It's true."
Some of the wrinkles on the old monk's face were straightened.
He didn't know what he was thinking.
Zheng Xiu is also waiting.
He didn't expect his words to impress the old monk.
The old monk was obviously worried.
Zheng Xiu also had concerns.
After a moment of silence, the old monk waved his arms feebly: "Ruchen, see the guests off."
Ruchen was stunned: "Master?"
The old monk said firmly: "See you off!"
"Can I take a look? Even if I don't open the scroll, I will take a look." Zheng Xiu stared at the old monk. He just wanted to make sure that the painting was really in the hands of the old monk. As for whether to grab it forcefully, to be honest, Zheng Xiu has not made up his mind. To put it bluntly, he was not from Ye Weiyang at all. He accompanied Feng Bei to Shuzhou to investigate the news about the cannibal painting because he was interested in the painting.
Now, if this painting is really in Yunliu Temple, so close to Chi Chi, Zheng Xiu would always feel unwilling to see it with his own eyes.
Just like what he said, a peerless swordsman will long for a big sword, and a first-class musician will long for handed down music scores. This seems to be an instinct after becoming a painter. Acting Acting Acting Acting Acting In the end, it was difficult to tell whether Zheng Xiu deliberately acted as a painter or whether the influence of his career gradually made him become a real painter.
"...That's all!"
The old monk sighed and looked at Chu Susu as if he had made up his mind: "This matter has nothing to do with you, just close your eyes."
Chu Susu was stunned, but she still covered her eyes with both hands.
A tightly wrapped scroll slipped out of the old monk's sleeve. It turned out that the old monk had been carrying the "cannibal painting" with him.
The old monk trembled and slowly opened the tarpaulin wrapping the scroll, revealing the scroll inside.
The back of the scroll had already turned yellow. The old monk spread the scroll on the ground, spreading it out slowly and little by little.
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei held their breaths.
The cannibal painting they have been pursuing all the way will soon reveal its true appearance in front of Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei.
