Speaking of this, Qingyuan couldn't help but sigh, perhaps moved by the infatuation of the woman in the story.

"As for why begonias have no fragrance, it is because begonias represent silent love. Begonia was afraid that others would smell its heart, so it gave up its own fragrance and lost its soul. ”

Listening to it, he looked thoughtfully at the white begonia in front of him, and then looked at the sentimental little bald head beside him, and said a sentence coldly.

"Can't you see it, little monk, you are a monk, and you still know these stories." She pursed the corners of her mouth, stepped forward suddenly, and looked directly at the person in front of her, "It seems that you are really a dishonest monk." She said with a smile on her face.

This was just a nameless joke, but it made the little monk blush.

"Qi ...... Miss Kira...... Don't make fun of the little monk...... "Qing Yuan hurriedly stepped back, distancing himself from Nameless, "The little monk used to be in the temple, and his main responsibility was to take care of the flowers and trees in the temple, so he knew a little about the origin of these flowers. ”

"Oh, really?" Nameless glanced at the corners of her eyes and replied with some doubt, but soon she was back to business.

"But I'm not interested in any of that, as I see it, it's just a stupid woman, there's nothing to sympathize with."

Looking at her indifferent attitude, Qingyuan only felt a little helpless, and just wanted to open his mouth to refute, he was pulled by the person in front of him to one of the houses on the left.

The suddenness of this incident made the little monk panic, and he just watched blankly, holding the wrist of his arm namelessly.

"Qi! Kira girl! You, what are you doing! This, this man and woman ...... "The first thing Qingyuan did when he came back to his senses was to struggle to retract his hand."

"Shut up, you're so long-winded, and if you don't eat it, I'm going to eat you, look at what you're afraid of." Nameless turned his head to the little monk and snorted disdainfully, and let go of his hand.

"I dragged you into the house, just because I found a scroll in this room during my search, and I want to take you in to take a look, don't think about it."

As she spoke, she led Qingyuan to a corner of the room, and with just a slight force, she pushed the heavy bronze mirror away, and behind the bronze mirror, a small hole was hidden.

"I don't know what kind of treasure this is, it's hidden in such a corner." Nameless leaned down and took out the scroll.

It's just that how did she find out about this hidden place?

With this question in mind, the little monk opened his mouth to her: "Miss Qiluo, this room is dark, the light is weak, and even the scene inside the house is difficult to see, but how did you find this thing in the darkness where you can't see your fingers?" ”

"Well." Nameless patted the dust on his body and stood up, "This is also strange to say, just now I opened this door unconsciously, and I also heard movement behind this bronze mirror, I thought it was a mouse, so I came over to take a look, but I didn't expect it, but I found this small hole." She said nonchalantly.

"I see, the little monk still thinks that Miss Qiluo has some special skills." Qingyuan touched his head and smiled at her, but he rolled his eyes at the person in front of him.

"Little monk, it seems that you are not only clumsy, but even your head is not very smart." The woman holding the scroll shook her head at him.

It seems that this nameless person is good at anything, it's just this mouth, it's too straightforward.

Then, she swept away the dust from the sandalwood table, carefully placed the things on it, and pulled open the scroll that had been dusty for many years.

It turned out that this scroll was a picture scroll, and the picture on it was a woman dressed in green, who was sitting quietly under a flower tree and playing the guqin.

And this woman's face seems to have been seen somewhere.

"This woman, I seem to have seen her." Nameless looked at the woman's face, closed his eyes, searched hard in his memory, and a figure vaguely appeared in his mind.

But at this critical moment, the chatter next to him opened his mouth and destroyed this nameless hard-won train of thought.

Fortunately, this guy is telling a useful clue, if not, he will definitely be scolded by the nameless.

He said, "Miss Qiluo! Look at the flower tree in the painting, isn't it the white begonia in the courtyard! ”

After Qingyuan's prompt, Nameless immediately trotted out with the scroll and compared it with the bright moonlight.

Indeed, as he said, the tree in the painting and the one in front of them are the same tree, and not only that, but even the scene is exactly the same.

Therefore, the painting is painted in the shrine of the Holy Maiden, and the person in the painting should be a holy woman.

"Who could that be?" Nameless touched his chin and muttered to himself.

But at this moment, a ray of light suddenly flashed through her head, and then she ran to the back of the offering table, and took out the "List of Holy Women" again and compared it.

Sure enough, it was exactly what she guessed! The woman in green in the painting is the eleventh saint - Yan Lange!

"Miss Qiluo, you ...... You're running so fast, in the blink of an eye......"

"Little monk, I know the identity of the woman in this painting!" Nameless turned his head excitedly and showed to Qing Yuan, who had just chased after him, "You see, what is painted in this book and what is depicted in the painting, whether in terms of posture or appearance, are the same person. ”

After hearing this, the little monk also became a little interested, raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his cuffs, and then approached the comparison.

"It's the same person, indeed." He came to his conclusion after some careful observation.

"Little monk, I think we are one step closer to the truth about why this village is deserted."

The nameless words in the clouds made Qing Yuan confused for a while, but before he could ask back, Nameless took the lead in stuffing the "List of Holy Maidens" into his arms.

"Miss Qiluo, what does this mean?" The stunned guy didn't know what he was doing.

"Here you go, naturally it's for you to see." Nameless re-lit the fire fold and handed it to Qing Yuan, "Just look at the first page and the last page." ”

As soon as the words fell, she walked out of the ancestral hall first, came to the courtyard, found a fairly clean place to sit down under the white begonia, unfolded the painting scroll again, and stared at the person in the painting.

"What kind of secrets are hidden behind you?" She muttered to herself towards the portrait, and unconsciously raised her hand and began to caress the painting.

But for some reason, at the moment when her nails touched the scroll, there seemed to be a force flowing down her nails into her body, three points numbness and seven points warmth.

For a moment, she instinctively threw the scroll aside, took out the sword she was wearing at her waist, and pointed it in the direction of the scroll.

She tried to stand up, but suddenly lost her strength, her body became soft as mud, and her eyes became heavier.

As her brain grew darker and darker, the scene that appeared in front of her eyes also turned from bright to dim aperture of light, and eventually, it melted into darkness.

At this time, a few petals fluttered on the branches of the begonias, dancing gracefully in the air, with tenderness falling all over the hair of the people under the tree, like frost, and the sideburns.