Zhou Jinru listened to a storyteller, which was indeed interesting, but the storyteller's tone was too delicate and euphemistic, more like a woman's.
He turned his head and found that the listeners in the teahouse were intoxicated, as if they were immersed in a fantasy, experiencing a completely different life situation.
"Is this storyteller weird?"
Zhou Jinru subconsciously used emotional perception to bypass the screen and observe the storyteller's situation. He knew that he could not be affected by the spiritual Origin Stone skills, nor would he fall into an illusion and be unable to extricate himself, so his physical sense was not as good as others.
After investigation, it was found that the Storyteller had normal emotional sources and seemed to be unaware of emotional perception, nothing abnormal.
Just when he was confused, the strange Luper sitting on the right opened his blurred eyes, and his consciousness gradually returned to clarity. He turned his head and looked at Zhou Jinru, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you don't feel anything, do you?" ?”
"No, I didn't find anything."
The Luper showed a look of regret: "That's such a pity. Originally, you were supposed to enjoy a different life experience, but now it seems that you have no fate with this teahouse?"
Zhou Jinru raised his eyebrows: "How do you say this?"
"You don't know something. This storyteller has a unique Origin Stone skill. The stories he tells have a magical power that will make the listeners have the illusion of being there. In fact, there is no negative impact at all. It is simply I experienced the journey of a story character. The story I just told was called Xi'e Flying to the Moon. It was very interesting and I want to listen to it again."
Looking at Lu Po's unfinished expression, Zhou Jinru knew that it was his mountain that blocked the storyteller's special ability, so that he didn't notice anything.
"In this case, there is no point in me staying here."
Zhou Jinru stood up and left. When he walked out of the teahouse, he vaguely felt something was wrong. When he turned back, the alley behind him disappeared and turned into a wall.
He touched the hard wall with a faint smile on his lips, kicked his legs hard, and easily climbed over the wall. On the other side of the wall was an empty abandoned factory area with nothing.
"interesting."
He was an anomaly, so the owner of the teahouse didn't welcome him. He not only closed the door, but also blocked the road.
The Longmen under the night is indeed full of strange things, with all kinds of strange things happening.
There was no trace of the teahouse. Zhou Jinru turned over again. When he landed on the ground, he saw a monk carrying a scroll coming from the other end of the street.
"Hello donor."
"you're good too."
The monk passed Zhou Jinru and continued to walk forward. After taking a few steps, he found a man in a black coat following him.
"Does the donor have anything else to do?"
"It's okay, I just want to follow you for a few steps."
The monk was silent and turned around and ignored him, but as he walked from the street to the end of the street, the man followed him closely, never leaving five meters behind him.
Zhou Jinru saw clearly that the monk who appeared in front of him was definitely the two painting-mad monks from the academy. He had plenty of time, so he would definitely not let go of such a strange person. Moreover, he also had an intuition that this monk had a certain relationship with the teahouse. connect.
If he hadn't alerted the teahouse, maybe the painting-mad monk would have gone in directly.
"Why does the donor keep following the young monk?"
"I think you and I are destined to walk together for a while. Could it be that you, monk, have something shameful to do and are you afraid that I will be watching?"
The painting-mad monk bowed and said, "The donor has amazing power, why should he embarrass this little monk?"
Seeing this, Zhou Jinru sighed: "We don't know the good or bad things here, so why bother you?"
While the two people were having a conversation, a gust of fog blew in from nowhere and enveloped them, making it difficult for them to see each other even when they were face to face.
In this way, it is almost certain that there is something wrong with that teahouse, and it is closely related to the painting crazy monk.
Zhou Jinru suddenly reached out his hand, penetrated the fog, and grabbed the monk's shoulder. The two people, who were close but getting farther and farther away, were instantly connected. The fog gradually dissipated, and the teahouse appeared in front of them again.
The monk whispered: "Is the donor satisfied?"
"good."
The man in black stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the teahouse. After only ten minutes, the bustling lobby was empty. Only the melon seed shells scattered on the floor proved that there had been many guests here.
The painting-obsessed monk followed, and when he entered, he clasped his hands together with an extremely pious expression, as if he was facing his faith.
At this time, the screen has been removed, and the storyteller in classical robes is sitting behind the podium, looking at the two guests quietly.
"Don't pay attention to me, just treat me as air. You can say whatever you want."
Zhou Jinru found a seat and sat down, not caring about the storyteller's gaze.
The painting-mad monk stared at the storyteller and said softly: "Please don't blame the donor. He has a sincere heart and made this move because he was worried about the young monk."
The storyteller snorted: "You want to be a good person."
Zhou Jinru said with a smile but not a smile: "Longmen is now in ruins, and there are many unstable factors. Monsters and ghosts are in and out, and monsters and ghosts are showing up. I have a fate with the monk, and I am afraid that if he is shallow, he will accidentally hit the road and be cut open by the painting. If you drink wine with your heart, look at my old-fashioned and warm-hearted attitude, why am I not a good person?"
"Hey, donor, don't talk nonsense. If this young monk was not lucky enough, he would have died thirty years ago. How could he still be standing here today?"
The storyteller ignored Zhou Jinru at all, and turned to the painting-mad monk: "You and I have been apart for thirty years. Why are you looking for me now?"
The painting-mad monk opened his lips, but didn't know what to say. He sighed silently in his heart. As if he had made some determination, he stretched out his hand to hold the rope wrapped in front of him.
"Donor, thirty years have passed by in a hurry, and the young monk has spent decades just to understand the meaning of Zen. Fortunately, he succeeded by chance, and he wanted to repay a favor from back then."
"When did you owe me a favor?"
"A meal of kindness will never be forgotten."
Wow.
The huge painting scroll behind the painting-obsessed monk flew across the air, and in a trance, fiery red maple leaves were flying in the teahouse, like a ball of fire.
The slightly yellowed painting paper slowly unfolded. In the scroll, there were sun and moon, mountains and water, birds and animals, green pines and green grass, and even smoke curling from cooking stoves. Suddenly, I saw a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the years were quiet.
"It took the young monk thirty years to barely understand the secrets. I can't say that he is very capable, but he can at least help the benefactor a little bit."
As the scroll unfolded, the painting-mad monk aged nearly twenty years at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, changing from a strong man to an old man with graying beard and hair.
"What's the name of this painting?"
"Unnamed, let's call it the human world."
The storyteller chewed on this name, his expression became extremely complicated, a faint mist diffused, and he said helplessly: "Why are you bothering?"
"In order to repay the kindness of a meal, if the donor did not have a bowl of rice, the young monk would have died long ago and how could he have entered."
"That's fine."
There was a faint whisper of a giant beast, and the scroll suspended in the air was rolled up by a terrifying force. A paintbrush appeared out of thin air, adding a few strokes to all the original pictures, and a man carrying a bag could be vaguely seen. The little monk walks in the painting.
The storyteller said calmly: "I accept your love. If you have something important in the future, you can use this painting to find me again. I can help you once within my ability. Please come back."
The scroll rolled up again, and a breeze lifted the painting-mad monk's body and pushed him out of the door.
But there was one person in the teahouse who didn't leave, and was even watching what happened with great interest.
"Aren't you leaving yet?"
"I'm becoming more and more curious about your identity."
"Please go back, you are not welcome here!"
The storyteller had a straight face and was about to drive people away when he heard a loud noise and saw a burst of fire breaking through the door and rushing in from the outside!
"This is... year, why is she here?!"
The storyteller was taken aback and quickly closed the teahouse. With his strength, it was easy to move before the New Year, but in this way, he was taken away with the man in black.
At the corner of the street, a woman with white hair and red horns gently stroked the cracked brick wall and murmured: "He ran so fast. He was running so fast and he couldn't catch up. It seems he has to find a way to hide himself."
She turned to look at the painting-mad monk: "Hey, little monk, was there anyone else besides you just now?"
…
The beautiful girl in green clothes and black hair sighed. No matter where she lived in seclusion, her sister always stuck to her like a dog-skin plaster, and she couldn't get rid of it. This time, she even borrowed someone else's hand to break down her door. Fortunately, she ran away. It was so quick that he didn't get caught.
Longmen is no longer safe, she must leave quickly.
But before that, there is one more important thing to deal with.
"Um, is this your original appearance?"
Zhou Jinru held his head with one hand and stared at the woman in green who was in a daze. She seemed to be distracted most of the time.
I used to transform into a male storyteller, could it be to experience life?
This guy……
The woman in green clothes was furious. If it hadn't been for this guy, she wouldn't have discovered her sister's traces in time.
"I'll open a door and you can go out on your own. Don't force me to ask you out."
"I bet, as long as there are three words, you will not be willing to let me leave."
"You talk so much nonsense!"
There is no such thing as a disciple!
The woman in green waved her sleeves, and her paintbrush spread ink in the air. A classical wooden door stood in front of the man in black. You only need to take a step forward to leave this place.
Zhou Jinru said softly: "You are not a human being. If my guess is correct, you should be a concept."
There was a crack in the wooden door.
"The painting by the crazy monk is useful to you, but not very useful. He did understand something, but you basically can't use it because of your realm."
The wooden door was half open.
"You have been trying to stabilize your own state, but the effect is not good. You are very conflicted, because if you cannot stabilize your state, you will eventually become an irrational monster, or you will no longer be who you are now, but to stabilize your state means You have to pay more, so you want to close yourself in even more, even if you are waiting to die, you would rather bear it alone."
The wooden door was completely opened.
Zhou Jinru stepped out in one step.
boom!
The wooden door slammed shut, the door panel hit his nose hard, and the man in black suddenly fell to the floor.
The woman in green had an ugly expression on her face: "Who are you, and what is your relationship with my sister, or who are you from Dayan?!"
"No, I am nothing. I don't know your sister. Who is she? I have basically nothing to do with Dayan, and I am not from Dayan."
Zhou Jinru got up from the ground with a serious expression: "With your intelligence, can't you think of why I know this?"
There are some things that only people of the same kind can empathize with. The woman in green clothes stared at the man's face: "You'd better not lie to me."
"I never lie."
"Then tell me who you are."
"I am a wanderer, and I have been wandering in this land for a long, long time."
In the past forty years, the main reason why Zhou Jinru has not opened a hole to travel through time is that he cannot effectively stabilize his own state. Every time he uses a point of strength, the coldness from deep in his heart will increase. He wants to It takes a long time to counteract.
If we continuously travel through the void and go directly to 1098, the final result is likely to be that the person who actually arrived in that year is another Zhou Jinru.
He thought of many ways, but he could only use day after day and long years to stabilize his condition. Even so, there were several fluctuations.
When the nymphomaniac monk took out the painting, Zhou Jinru realized his true purpose and used the power of the painting to stabilize and strengthen it.
It's enough for ordinary humans, but the woman in front of her cannot be stabilized by just one painting, otherwise she wouldn't have made such a move.
"We are the same kind, and only the same kind can understand each other's difficulties."
The woman in green clothes stared at Zhou Jinru's face, as if confirming something, she shook her head: "Impossible, it is impossible for existences like us to be born in this era, you must be lying to me!"
"Believe it or not, it's true."
Zhou Jinru looked around and saw that the enclosed space where the woman in green was hiding seemed to be an attic, filled with shelves of all sizes, as well as various books and scrolls, and even many bamboo slips.
"You have a cave of your own here."
"You are not allowed to chop!"
"Okay, I won't look around. You like painting, right? I once made a mistake and led a very good painter Miao Zi astray, and I will never come back."
The woman in Tsing Yi's expression froze: "What did you do?"
"I opened the door to a new world for that painter."
Zhou Jinru's smiling expression was uglier than crying.
"What is the door to the new world?"
He quickly shut his mouth, determined not to say another word.
Just kidding, it would be enough if it happened once. If it happened again, he would rather die.
"Look, we now know the basics. Can you tell me what your name is?"
"Who knows everything about you?!"
"Okay, in that case, open the door and let me go back."
The woman in green thought for a while and decisively refused: "No, unless you tell me the answer to the question just now."
She had closed herself off for many years, so long that she had forgotten what the real earth was like. Now that she had the opportunity, how could she let it go?
Zhou Jinru shook his head repeatedly: "Then tell me your name first."
"……evening."
"What?"
"evening!"
The brush painted the name of the woman in green in front of Zhou Jinru.
Zhou Jinru was shocked: "Are you Xi?! Then your sister is Nian?!"
