Yang Huanzhi withdrew his hand from Tang Yinchen's hand and put it on his wrist, groaning slightly, his eyebrows and eyes stretched, and his smile was shallow.

"Let's keep walking."

"Okay."

Tang Yinchen glanced at the fog behind him a few more times, and in a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of clear water.

'Tick'

'Tick'

'Tick'

"Huh? Old Yang, do you hear the sound of water? ”

Yang Huanzhi shook his head.

Tang Yinchen raised his eyebrows sideways, his ears moved slightly, and he didn't hear any more movement.

"Oh, then, I misheard."

With that, he shrugged his shoulders and walked forward nonchalantly, contemplating the mural intently.

Yang Huanzhi walked with him unhurriedly, his steps were gentle and steady, the two strands of hair on his sideburns blew slightly with his steps, and a layer of 'frost' unconsciously floated in his eyes.

The two walked one after the other, Tang Yinchen looked at the murals repeating back and forth boredly, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he yawned from time to time, feeling very bored.

Occasionally, he would glance back a few times, and then his expression was relaxed, as if he was worried that Yang Huanzhi would disappear from him again.

After walking for about half an hour, the mural was finally no longer boring and boring.

A melodious sound of the piano entered the ears, and the sound of the piano was beautiful, such as the ringing of the ring.

Tang Yinchen immediately looked happy. I quickened my pace and walked forward, walking about a dozen or so murals, and I saw that the murals had changed.

It's still the same stream, it's still the monk.

I saw him sitting cross-legged, with a long black piano floating in front of him.

Looking from behind, his back did not appear lonely and lonely, very leisurely, but seemed to have long adapted to the boring days day after day, not knowing what sorrow was, only plucking the strings.

Ten slender fingers fall on the strings, plucked with their hands. The posture is elegant and calm, the atmosphere is elegant, and the posture is comfortable and leisurely, as if it is willing to be completely integrated with heaven and earth and return to nature.

The tune is sometimes rich and profound, sometimes transparent and soft, sometimes like a horse rattle, and the listener is calm.

When the sound of the piano stopped, Tang Yinchen and the others had not yet walked out of the sound of the piano, and suddenly, the water in the stream trembled, and the water ripples trembled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned red.

The scorching blood-red color pulled his thoughts back, and he exclaimed, "Old Yang, that stream has actually turned red!" It's just that it flows, and it's not like blood. It's strange, wouldn't that monk have been in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, suffocating and crazy, and couldn't help but want to break the meat ring, so he killed all those fish?! ”

The plausible speculation made him suspicious.

The blood-colored stream was rising, and a few feet away, there was a whirlpool that was rapidly forming, seemingly viscous, bubbling like boiling blood......

Looking at the people in the painting through the mural, Tang Yinchen clearly didn't smell the fishy smell, but he couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with one hand.

In the mural, the monk suddenly got up, waved his long sleeves, and the piano turned into a streamer and sucked into his palm.

With one hand behind his back, he stepped on the blood-colored stream, and walked towards the whirlpool.

Walking on the surface of the water, the soles of the shoes and the hem of the clothes are not dripping.

Everywhere it passed, a series of golden Sanskrit symbols were left behind......

When the water in the stream gradually turned dark red, a figure slowly emerged, and the graceful figure was like a woman.

Although there was a hazy mist, she could still be discerned, and she was not in ......

The monk didn't seem to expect this scene, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Tang Yinchen, who was outside the mural, widened his eyes when he saw this, held his breath, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Suddenly remembered something, knowing that Yang Huanzhi couldn't see it, but he still covered his eyes.

The woman's eyes were closed, her breathing was weak, and her water-stained hair was pressed against her cheeks, and the rest floated with the water.

Her skin was faintly covered in horrific wounds. The wound was deep enough to penetrate into the bone, and the wound had begun to fester, soaked in water.

Although the monk closed his eyes, he could also sense that the woman's signs of life were approaching nothing.

The fingers in the sleeve tightened and relaxed, and after repeating it several times, he silently recited 'Amitabha' in his mouth, and slowly raised his left hand, only to see the Zen staff behind him immediately fly and fall into his hand.

At the same time, the brook was full of gold, and the water stopped 'boiling' until it calmed down.

In the monk's pair of orange eyes, he slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were neither happy nor sad.

The incantations that sounded obscure to Tang Yinchen's ears kept coming out of his mouth, and he was a little big when he heard it.

The water in the stream seems to be controlled by it, gradually changing from dark red to transparent.

And the woman's face gradually improved, no longer bloodless and lifeless like a dead person, and the wounds on her body were rapidly scarring and healing.

At the moment when the woman opened her eyes, the monk untied the robe, and the robe seemed to have spirituality, and it wrapped the woman on its own.

"Huh? A monk? ”

When the water in the stream returned to its original color, the woman finally opened her eyes.

She is like a charming little demon who has fallen into the water by mistake, with a pair of silver eyes with bright colors, some girls are unique to bright and smart, the tails of the eyes are raised, and when she shows a little smile, her eyes are mixed with enchanting color, which is breathtaking.

Such a stunner, in the eyes of the monk, he was motionless, and he didn't even lift his eyelids, but the roots of his ears were still red.

She slowly got up from the water, and when she saw the monk, she was a little stunned.

"You're... Monk? You saved me? She looked around and found herself in the water, and her robe was still wrapped in a robe, and her face suddenly turned red, white and red, "You, you, you! You're a lustful monk! Whoopy thief! What did you do to this girl?! ”

"Donor, the poor monk is dusty, and he has no disrespect for the girl."

The monk's voice is mellow, his eyes are calm, and he is not alarmed.

Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi had heard of Chen's name, although they knew very little, but they never thought that they would meet Chen's here.

"You talk nonsense! You didn't disrespect this girl, where did the robe on that girl come from? Hurry up and return this girl's clothes, otherwise, this girl will not even make you a monk! ”

The monk has been alone for a long time, and he has met someone who strayed into the mountains, but he has never seen such an aggressive girl.

"The benefactor has come from another world and is seriously injured, and your clothes should have been shattered as you walked through the cracks. The poor monks did not have women's clothes in stock, so they used the robes of the poor monks. Offended"

The woman sat in the water, looking suspicious, and tightened the robe on her body, "Hmm... Monk, turn your back first! ”

The monk nodded in agreement and turned his back.

The woman leaned slightly from the side and saw him turn his back and close his eyes, and then she was relieved.

The fog around him did not dissipate, and a dark blue storage bag flew out of thin air.

She stared at the monk, beware of his sudden turn, as she searched the storage bag for clothes.