According to the old monk, Miss Shiyu will not wake up after returning to the sun, but will continue to sleep in search of the Buddha's prophecy until she finds it.

And this time is uncertain, a year. A hundred years, a thousand years are possible.

After the chanting stopped, we entered the main hall of the cicada temple.

Miss Shiyu lay there peacefully, her chest rose and fell slightly, she had resumed her breathing, it seemed that she was still yang, but she hadn't woken up yet.

I asked, "Is there any way for her to find the Buddha's prophecy sooner?" ”

The old monk said: "This can only be done by herself." ”

There is one thing that the old monk did not say, but we know that Miss Shiyu is not a person who cultivates Buddhism. I don't have the ability to dig it out after a thousand years like a Buddhist master, and my body can still be transformed.

Her body will age like a normal person until she dies.

To put it bluntly, she's in a vegetative state now.

I thought about sending Miss Shiyu's body back to her hometown in Hangzhou, to Mr. Ruowu's hands.

But the old monk wanted us to let Miss Shiyu's body stay in the monastery.

It is said that it is in the holy place of Buddhism to help Miss Shiyu find the prophecy of the Buddha.

I think the old monk has a point, since Miss Shiyu is contaminated with Buddhism cause and effect, it is most appropriate to stay in the Zen monastery. But we must not be Miss Shiyu's relatives, and I asked her about her background last night.

Since Mr. Wakamu is her ancestor, I think it is most appropriate to inform her and let her make up her mind.

While we were discussing, suddenly everyone stopped.

Because, Miss Shiyu moved, her fingers flicked.

Immediately they were all happy.

The old monk was full of astonishment, because even if the Buddhist monks were contaminated with the Buddha's prophecy of cause and effect, they did not find it so quickly, and the fastest took thirty-six years.

And Miss Shiyu had just fallen into a deep sleep.

Woke up so soon!

I also feel strange, could it be that Miss Shiyu is not contaminated with the cause and effect of the Buddha's prophecy, but if she is not contaminated, the old monk will not be able to help her return to her yang.

Lin Dong said excitedly: "Look at her hands, it seems to be writing." ”

Miss Shiyu's fingers lightly scratched on the bluestone brick-paved floor, as if she was really writing.

The old monk nervously took a piece of cinnabar and dipped it on her finger, so that Miss Shiyu's words were written on the ground.

Even if the four major monks are empty and look down on everything, the Buddha prophesied that it was about to be born. No matter how ancient he is, there will be no waves.

The monk preached, "Amitabha! ”

What kind of astonishing prophecy did the Buddha say?

I saw Miss Shiyu's fingers writing on the bluestone bricks, but what came out was not words, a bit like a picture, she was painting?

The old monk said, "She must have seen something?" ”

Whenever the cinnabar ran out, the old monk would let her fingers re-stain the cinnabar.

The outline of a picture gradually appeared on the ground.

And Miss Shiyu's hand suddenly lost its strength and softened.

Could this painting be a prophecy of the Buddha? ”

I came to the top of Miss Shiyu's head, this is her front, so that I can see the painting on the ground, the painting is very rough, because of the cinnabar, the strokes in some places cannot be connected.

But it does not hinder the painting as a whole.

It seems to be a picture of a woman being placed on a pile of firewood.

Is this a ritual to sacrifice to the gods?!

I looked at the old monk in confusion.

The old monk frowned and pondered, he shook his head and said, "This is not the real Buddha's prophecy, this is a picture she hid in her subconscious, and she drew it before leaving." ”

The old monk should be right.

If the Buddha had foretold this, she would have woken up when she found it.

Lin Dong suddenly said, "Hades! ”

I looked at me in amazement and asked, "What did you say?" ”

Lin Dong said: "She wrote about the Hades!" ”

It's obviously a painting.

Lin Dong's expression was very serious, he pointed to the painting on the ground and said, "You don't believe it. ”

Lin Dong was standing on the left side of the painting, and I walked over.

Look at the painting from his point of view. Since cinnabar can't be linked in many places, the word Hades is really formed.

This should be a coincidence.

Ling Feng said at this time: "It's not right, there are clearly three words Ye Xiaoqing written on it." ”

Hearing Ye Xiaoqing, my heart suddenly trembled.

Ling Feng didn't know Ye Xiaoqing, and he was standing on the right side of the painting.

I hurried over and looked at him from this angle. The three words Ye Xiaoqing were really formed on it.

How so?

Is this painting really just hidden in Miss Shiyu's subconscious?

This time, even the old monk was confused.

The old monk said, "That's right, this should be the Buddha's prediction." ”

What a Buddha prophesied!

Then how could Ye Xiaoqing's name appear?

I asked, "Then Miss Shiyu found the Buddha's prophecy painting, why didn't she wake up yet?" ”

When she woke up, she could ask clearly, why is there three words Ye Xiaoqing, what does it mean?

The old monk shook his head and said: "This is the first painting, the Buddha's prophecy painting, there should be four, she didn't wake up and continued to look for the remaining three paintings." ”

I asked, "Master, what exactly does this painting mean?" ”

The old monk shook his head.

Lin Dong came to the seat directly above at this time, looked at the painting on the ground carefully, and said, "This should be someone who wants to burn this female corpse." ”

Doe?

Hearing the word female corpse, my brain exploded, I felt that my breathing became rapid, my nervous hands broke out in cold sweat, and asked, "Female corpse?" Why do you say it's a female corpse? ”

Lin Dong said: "Intuition! And you see, someone was going to burn her, and she was not tied hand or foot, but she did not struggle to escape. ”

Of course, the possibility of coma and fainting is not ruled out.

But my direct is also a female corpse.

And it felt very kind to me.

Thinking of this, my face became more and more pale, Lin Dong felt that something was wrong with me, and he suddenly exclaimed with a big change in his face: "This can't be Ye Xiaoqing." ”

Rumble! I closed my eyes in pain, and it was a great possibility.

This is to burn Ye Xiaoqing's body.

Ye Xiaoqing's corpse is the only one who can recover her natal true spirit.

If it is burned, let alone return the yang, there is no chance to reforge the soul.

I said, "No, I'm going to go into the river right away." ”

Be sure to snatch Xiaoqing's body back before this prophecy happens.

When Lin Dong and Ling Feng heard that I was going to enter Sichuan, their faces changed.

Lin Dong said: "Mingtong, have you forgotten the pre-underworld curse?" The place of death that cursed you above is Qingcheng Mountain, Sichuan. ”

I shook my head and said, "I haven't forgotten, Xiaoqing's body is very likely to be in Qingcheng Mountain." ”

Lin Dong said: "Didn't you say that this was a trick by them to deliberately deceive your Uncle Ye?" ”

I said, "Even if it's only one percent likely, I'm going to go." ”

Even the sea of swords and fires in front of me can't stop me.

Lin Dong still wanted to say something, but he knew that it was useless to say anything, so he sighed helplessly and said, "Since you have decided, I will not persuade you as a brother, and go together." ”

I said, "It's too dangerous." ”

Lin Dong said: "It's not me who is cursed, what danger do I have." ”

I was speechless.

Ling Feng said: "Count me too." ”

I felt a warm current flowing through my heart, warm and comfortable, and said, "Okay, together." ”

Immediately we said goodbye to the old monk.

But the monastery was so remote that it was already evening when I came down from the mountain.

When I came to the riverbank, I couldn't help but think of Wan Ruohai.

I don't know if this ghost king has given up and is still searching on the river, I think I should give up, there are people on the river, and he has never seen us, trying to find us is equivalent to looking for a needle in a haystack.

It didn't take long for it to get dark.

There were lights on the bank of the river at the far end, and there was a noise, and Lin Dong said: "It should be the wharf there." ”

The dock also has quite a few ships.

Speaking of which, there is really no way to walk in such wide, dangerous waters in a small boat like ours.

Someone in front of me shouted: "Don't you want a ticket, don't you want a ticket?" ”

We exchanged opinions, and it was not necessarily faster to go ashore and turn back and then change trains than to go directly to the passenger ferry.

I said, "Everyone has been hungry for days, so let's go ashore and eat something before deciding how to go." ”

They follow as brothers, but I can't treat them badly.

The sky ahead was gray, the fog was heavy, the lights on the docks were blurred, and a familiar figure appeared in view.

~Good search basket*, you can read the following chapters as soon as possible