I stared at the mural. Almost all of Anrakuji Temple is painted on it. It's just that there are no corpses on the screen. Everywhere was clean and spotlessly clean.

I silently muttered in my heart: "No wonder that Anle Temple is clean and does not look like a human thing." It turns out that it is also in a painting. ”

I took a closer look and saw that there were three very small people on the screen. I squinted my eyes and carefully discerned them for a long time. It was discovered that these three people were Mr. Lu, Xue Qian, and the monk.

Mr. Lu and Xue Qian stood next to each other, while the monk lay on the ground. It seems that the two of them did restrain the monk.

I felt both amazing and comforted in my heart. I've finally found them.

Then I was a little worried, because I didn't know how to get them out.

I watched the sky gradually darken. When I think of the corpses in the temple, I can't help but feel creepy.

While there was still some daylight, I walked around the main hall, and then I realized that there were quite a few flintstones. But all the oil has been depleted. It was covered with dust and turned into a dry black mud.

It stands to reason that if I have enough time, I can leach the lamp oil out of the black mud. But the sun is about to set, and I am afraid that it will be too late to do this kind of water grinding work.

I took out all the wood I could find, and then managed to make a fire in the yard.

The fire was blazing, illuminating the walls.

I sat inside the temple and looked at the other temple on the wall.

I began to smile bitterly in my heart: "Along the way, I was scared. You may be killed by a woman at any time. Fortunately, I finally came here, and the dust settled. Mr. Lu is right in front of me, but I can't save him. Do you want me to follow the example of these monks, tear down the wall, carry it back, and then build it again? I don't know if Aunt Xue agrees, she faces a wall every day and looks at the portrait of her son as comfort. ”

After a while, I reached out and began to fumble around the screen.

The woman said, "She felt the souls of Mr. Lu and Xue Qian. So, their souls are inside this wall? Wouldn't it be okay if I smashed the whole wall? ”

But I quickly dismissed the idea again. If Mr. Lu's soul is scattered after the wall is broken, then my sin will be too great.

I looked at the corpse of the monk next to me. His eyes were closed, and his face was indifferent, facing the wall.

This appearance is very similar to the Bodhidharma Patriarch, facing the wall for nine years.

I stared at him for a moment and thought, "I remember him saying that after being wounded, he fled to the wall, and when he healed his wounds, he found that his soul was not strong enough to leave. Could it be that he fled from here to that painting? ”

I leaned over and ripped his robe off. I don't know how many years have passed, and the monk's robe has decayed.

I looked at his body, and his chest was completely deflated. I saw a few familiar grooves. So he stretched out his fist and gestured at it. After such a comparison, I found out that the wound on his chest was punched by someone.

I couldn't help but stick out my tongue: "Ruthless enough, powerful enough." ”

This is ruthless enough, and naturally refers to the murderer. He can break the monk's ribs with a single punch, and the chest is dented, which can be described as not ruthless.

And this is powerful enough, it refers to monks. He was so badly injured, and if he was able to hold on to returning here, he should have a strong will to survive.

I sat next to him, mimicking his posture and thought, "He's sitting here, obviously out of his body, hiding in the mural." If Mr. Lu and I learned this hand, would we be able to go inside the wall? ”

I sat in front of the wall, pretending, trying to get out of my body, but I didn't know anything about Taoism, so I couldn't do it.

I sighed and looked at the monk's corpse and thought, "You've done us a misfortune." "Suddenly there was a fire of ignorance in my heart. I really wanted to pick up his body and throw it into the fire behind him.

However, as soon as my hand touched the monk's corpse, my mind suddenly jumped. Come up with a solution.

In addition to Taoism, there is also a way to get people out of their bodies. Then die. ** dies, and the soul is naturally liberated.

I hesitated to look at the mural for a while, and thought, "If I die and Mr. Lu is not rescued, then I didn't die in vain?" Besides, am I guilty of being so noble? Sacrificing Yourself to Save ......"

I hesitated for a moment and came up with a compromise. It is said that when the human body is extremely weak, it will also go out of the body, so I might as well find a balance between this half-dead and lifeless, and not only do things well, but also do not cause harm to myself.

It's a hard balance to master, but I really don't have anything else to do in a place like this.

I put my finger in my mouth and bit down hard, and the smell of blood spread through my mouth.

I slowly squeezed the blood off my fingers and dripped it onto the ground. After a few minutes of this, I realized that my behavior was ridiculous. According to this squeezing method, if you want to lose too much blood, I am afraid it will be a few days later.

I gritted my teeth, shoved my wrist in my mouth, and bit down hard.

Self-harm is a courageous thing to do, and I tried seven or eight times in a row before I broke my wrist. Blood poured out of it, and I was a little terrified to watch.

I sat cross-legged on the floor. I waited for a long time, but there was no sign of going out of my body.

Somewhat reluctantly, I leaned over to the wall and leaned my head against it. With a lean, my weak body will not fall.

I leaned against the wall and waited for a while, and suddenly found that the color of the monk was a little different from that of Xue Qian and Mr. Lu.

Xue Qian and the two of them seemed to have drawn them with a brush. The monks, on the other hand, are purple and black. Painting with this pigment looks weird. As long as you are a normal person, you will not choose this way. It's more like blood.

My heart moved, and I thought of a possibility.

I sat upright, slowly reached out, and drew a small figure on the wall. Standing next to Mr. Lu and Xue Qian.

After I finished drawing the figure, I suddenly felt a gust of wind around me, as if there was a force pressing me against the wall.

My body was pressed against the wall, and my ribs felt like they were going to break.

I screamed in pain. Then, as if he had broken through some barrier, he plopped and fell to the ground.

I looked up and looked. I found myself lying in a meditation room. And this meditation room, clean does not seem to have been in the world.

I wondered, "Am I in the painting again?" ”

I got up and looked around. I saw that the floor was messy, with obvious signs of fighting, and a few drops of blood on the clean stone bricks.

I pushed open the door of the meditation room and walked out.

Then I heard a cry of pain coming from outside.

I followed the sound and walked over and saw Xue Qian taking off her shirt and sweating profusely to torture the monk.

The monk was pressed by Mr. Lu. The non-stop call sign: "I've already recruited, why are you still fighting." ”

Xue Qian panted and said, "Have you recruited them all?" Did you tell us how to get out? ”

I shouted behind them: "Xue Qian, I'm here." ”

Xue Qian was stunned when she heard my voice. Then he and Mr. Lu slowly turned their heads. When they saw me, their faces were not full of joy, but all of them were dissatisfied: "Why are you back again?" Do you know how to save us? ”

I shook my head and said, "I don't know yet. I have some findings, though. ”

Xue Qian said with some disappointment: "You don't know how to save us, so you rushed in?" I knew that those two dragons should have been handed over to me and Mr. Lu. ”

Mr. Lu actually nodded in agreement: "At least I'm smarter than Zhao Mang's brain." ”

Mr. Lu asked me, "Have you found the person in the empty house?" They won't help? ”

I scratched my head and said, "This is a long story, and the people in the empty house refuse to help. I met another woman, and it took a lot of hard work to find this place. I found out that you were all locked up in a mural. So I wanted to come in and ask you, is there any way to crack it. ”

As I said this, I saw the monk's body tremble violently. He struggled to his feet and asked, "Have you seen me?" ”

I nodded, "I saw your body." ”

The monk's face suddenly turned pale: "Corpse, corpse." Am I actually dead? He promised me that he wouldn't let me die. Am I being scammed? ”