Just when Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi were full of expectations, the imaginary person did not appear for a long time.

The monk remained motionless, smiling silently and staring at the ice wall in front of him.

As the ice wall melted, the mural behind the ice wall was revealed.

The murals are in the shape of rings, one after the other, strung together.

Tang Yinchen's eyes kept changing, from calm to surprise, and he stood in place to take in all the murals.

Suddenly, he saw that the mural had moved, and the scene inside seemed to have changed.

To put it bluntly, this third floor looks like a wing room where the monks live, and it is very wide, but it has an unobstructed view.

When the ice surface is completely detached, the dynamic murals gradually become clear.

Not only did it attract Tang Yinchen's attention, but even his heart tightened with the painting on the wall, and it was very painful.

On the first mural, a monk in a white robe is depicted, sitting cross-legged on a reef in front of a shoal, his eyebrows stretched, his expression unrestrained and languid, and the Buddha's light swirls around the monk's body in the form of streamers.

The monk's robe was splashed with water stains because the fish jumped up and down in the water.

The golden rod floated slowly behind his right, about nine feet long. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a dark golden glimmer was faint in the orange pupils. The corners of his lips curled slightly, and his eyes were full of compassion.

Stretching out a slender finger to reach out to the surface of the water, only to hear a sound of water, a silver-blue fish jumped out of the water, countless water droplets were raised, and fell back into the water, its sound was crisp and pleasant.

The fish seemed to be human, and he was happy. The silver and blue scales are staggered and overlapped, and the sunlight shines on the layers of scales, which is very beautiful.

As if on purpose, the fish jumped up and touched the monk's fingertips, and while the monk was stunned for a moment, it fell back into the water again, turned around, shook its beautiful fishtail at the monk, and then walked away.

The monk shook his head helplessly and chuckled......

At this moment, the mural is still, and the picture is fixed on the monk's face.

Tang Yinchen took a few steps forward, took a few more looks, and then turned back to look at the 'demon monk' behind him who he had customized.

"You're the monk on the mural?"

The monk smiled but did not speak.

Yang Huanzhi was anxious and called, "Yin Chen? What happened? What are you talking about murals? Is it dangerous? ”

Tang Yinchen frowned, "I don't know, there are a lot of murals on the walls around here." Lao Yang, when the master sees it, I will tell you again. ”

"Good!" Yang Huanzhi responded without thinking.

Tang Yinchen was curious about those murals, and was about to go to the second mural, when his steps suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to look at Yang Huanzhi again.

Sure enough, he stood motionless, his pupils dull, and the corners of his lips smiled. One hand in front of the lower abdomen, the other behind the back, because the hairband is a little loose, a few strands of hair are scattered.

He was also in good shape, but now he was as pale and lifeless as a living dead.

Tang Yinchen's eyes were as dark and deep as ink, his brows furrowed even tighter, he walked quickly to Yang Huanzhi's side and held his wrist, and said in disgust, "With the appearance of a weak scholar, it is estimated that a small wind can blow you away, and even you dare to block the sword for the master." ”

Yang Huanzhi's wrist was painfully held by him, "Yin Chen, why are you so crazy?" ”

"Old Yang! You memorized it for the master! In the future, where will you go, where will you go! Just follow along! If you don't let you go, you won't be allowed to go anywhere! The master won't allow you to die, and the Lord of Yama won't want to accept it! ”

Tang Yinchen's tone was stiff, but it was mixed with a bit of grievance and fear.

"Yinchen, I ......"

Yang Huanzhi didn't care about the pain in his hands, and was busy trying to comfort him, but as soon as the bastard finished the rest of the words, he suddenly stopped thinking.

"If you are really hooked by the unsightly one day, and the master goes to the Huangquan Prefecture to look for you, don't be fascinated by the legendary Meng Po, who is so beautiful that she can't be fathomed, and refuse to go with the master. If this is the case, the master will definitely turn the Yellow Spring upside down! ”

"Meng Po is rumored to be the first beauty in the Six Realms...... Even if you are fascinated, there is nothing wrong with it. Yang Huanzhi noticed a cold air coming out of his heart, his smile stiffened, he paused deliberately, and said, "But, she can't, you can't." ”

Tang Yinchen's expression froze, and he forcibly endured the ecstasy for some reason, and for a moment he suspected that the man in front of him was definitely not the old-fashioned scholar he knew.

Can... This......

The movements of his hands were light, and he coughed twice in embarrassment, speechless.

"Come with me."

His voice was slightly dull, let go of Yang Huanzhi's wrist, tugged at his sleeve, and walked side by side to the opposite mural.

In the face of the gag of the two people, the monk's eyes were always calm, and it was not until the two of them walked away that he bowed his head slightly at the door without a trace.

Tang Yinchen took Yang Huanzhi to the second mural, glanced at it and said, "This painting is shrouded in mist, and you can vaguely see a temple. ”

"Temple?"

Yang Huanzhi tilted his head slightly, moved his ears, and did not hear his voice.

"Well, it's a temple, but it's been around for some years, it's very dilapidated, and even the walls are falling off. On the roof, it was raining, it was raining outside, and it was raining lightly inside the house. There is a huge Buddha statue halfway up the mountain, and next to... There's nothing left on the side. ”

"This third painting seems to be the same stream, and the monk is still meditating on the stones."

"The fourth painting... Monk chanting. ”

"The fifth...... It's still the monk, he's ...... Enjoy the sunset from the rooftop. ”

"Huh...... Why are they all monks? ”

Tang Yinchen dragged Yang Huanzhi and walked forward for a long time, and the painting was always the same monk, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired.

He yawned, looked in the direction he came, and said impatiently, "I said that you monk seems to be boring, and all you know all day is meditating and chanting, admiring the moon and watching the stars." But you still have the leisure to create a mural for yourself? Not...... In this way, it actually seems to have a bit of human touch. ”

Suddenly, his smile froze, and his eyes widened, only to see that the white mist behind them was filled, and he had long since lost sight of the figure of the 'demon monk' in his heart.

"Yinchen?" Yang Huanzhi asked softly.

"Huh? It's here! I'm here! Tang Yinchen turned his head and put away the strange look at the bottom of his eyes in an instant, and resumed his chatter again, "Eh! It's all about the monk in this painting! No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it's boring! It's no wonder, if it weren't for that, I'm afraid he wouldn't have hid here. ”

Yang Huanzhi's eyes narrowed, and Tang Yinchen's hand trembled slightly unconsciously, making him faintly uneasy.

Raising his godless eyes, he suddenly smiled, "Yin Chen, we will go home alive together, right?" ”

"It's nature." Tang Yinchen laughed twice and hid his discomfort.