"Quick! Fire! ”

"It's the master's 'Wait Zen'!"

"Extinguish the fire quickly!"

A miracle-like thaumaturgy was cast, and after a moment of shock, the monks of the temple began to work in an orderly manner to extinguish the fire.

The sound of the wooden fish tapping was intermittent, and an old voice floated from time to time.

"Wait a minute."

"Wait a minute."

The astonishing fire was kept out of the temple perimeter and could not be entered.

"This is the legendary figure close to the 'Grandmaster'?"

Zheng Xiu gasped in the hot air, only to feel a sneering pain in his lungs.

This may be the treacherous charm of the Gateway thaumaturgy, which is strange and omnipresent.

Feng Bei's hand is like an ominous curse, capable of destroying everything.

Zheng Xiu's [Prisoner] Path can travel in an avatar, and the [Surprise Cage] is like rubbing a nuclear bomb in his hand, destroying the mountains of Fengbei.

Chu Susu can steal things in the air, and he can't prevent it.

Zheng Xiu and Fengbei's thaumaturgy is more inclined to pure "destruction", and some of Zheng Xiu's minor traits also have various effects.

Different doorways, different thaumaturgy, in the world, each with its own magical powers.

The fire that had been kept out of the temple burned for a full hour.

Under the thaumaturgical effect of the waiting master, the fire only burned the courtyard wall, and the inside was intact.

After the fire was extinguished, the burned courtyard walls were filled with black smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of burning lakes.

Zheng Xiu and Fengbei stepped into Yunliu Temple and found that in the center of the fire ring, the dead grass and fallen leaves were intact. Outside the Yunliu Temple, the yellow grass roots and the black scorched earth, such as the two worlds divided, are clearly distinguished.

Inside the charred courtyard walls, a few tall ginkgo trees are planted outside the main temple. In the winter season, fan-shaped apricot leaves are scattered in the courtyard, and some are swept up by monks and piled up in the corners.

Several hideous ghost statues are distributed along both sides of the stone road. The statues of ghosts have hideous faces, the only thing they are the same is that they are all dressed in mighty armor, carrying all kinds of weapons in their hands, standing in a row like mighty soldiers. At the end of the Ghost-faced soldiers' arrangement, there is a "Statue of the General".

The stone statue is lifelike, the front hooves of the steed are raised high, and the general is riding on the horse, smiling lightly, and stretching out his hand to his side, as if to reach out to someone.

There was another statue next to the statue of the general, but after two hundred years, the statue was long gone, and I don't know who destroyed it, only a bare stone pier with thick moss stains.

In front of the statue of the general, there is a bronze Ding furnace, which is inserted with the remains of incense, and the thick incense ash is spread in a thick layer in the Ding furnace.

Yunliu Temple, not respecting gods and Buddhas, but respecting General Xie Yunliu, who left ghost-like legends in the local area in the past.

Although Yunliu Temple covers an area of only more than 40 acres, it is equipped with complete halls, and there are also monks' residences, and the small temple facilities are complete.

After the monks put out the fire, many people lay on the ground panting.

Zheng Xiu was in front, Fengbei was behind, and Chu Susu walked in silence at the end.

The three of them took advantage of the fact that the other monks were not paying attention and entered the Yunliu Temple directly.

"Paint."

Fengbei reminded.

She's very interested in it.

Fengbei and Zheng Xiu walked all the way, and she didn't even notice it, she gradually forgot her identity as the third string in the night, and simply became a little follower who followed Zheng Xiu and found the painting for him.

She touched the two paper lake masks hanging from her waist and reminded again, "Be careful." ”

"Okay." Zheng Xiu first nodded in response, and then said to Chu Susu, who was walking at the end, with a solemn face: "Don't steal indiscriminately." ”

Chu Susu still hasn't recovered from the two strange things of "Mengnan Sanfei" and "Waiting for the master to open his mouth to put out the fire", nodded blankly, and snorted.

Since she inadvertently glimpsed the door and comprehended the miracle half a year ago, she has been ignorant of this circle, and she doesn't know what "thaumaturgy" and "doorway" are. She once thought that her "broken hand theft" was a disease, and she was depressed for a long time. Now following Zheng Xiu and Fengbei, after only half a day, she feels as if there is a new world presented in front of her, which makes her feel that the world is extremely strange at the same time, but she is also faintly looking forward to the upcoming "new life".

Zheng Xiu walked to the statue of the general, clasped his fists and bowed his hands, did enough etiquette, and then crossed the statue of the general on horseback and walked towards the main hall.

The door of the main hall is hidden, and there are nine smooth moss stone steps in front of the door.

"Huh? This is? ”

Zheng Xiugang wanted to go up, looked down and found it strange.

On the first and second steps, footprints of different sizes were left.

The yards of these footprints are obviously not the same person, and even the thickness of the moss on them is different, and with the passage of time, it seems to record the footprints of different people in different eras.

Zheng Xiu wondered a little, but he still fell behind as the first step.

When Zheng Xiu took the first step on the first stone steps, an old voice came from the hidden main hall again.

"Wait a minute."

The voice fell.

Zheng Xiu's steps towards the second order were suddenly in the air.

Feng Bei behind him also stopped.

"Wait a minute."

Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and tried all his strength to stomp down.

Card.

The other supported the foot, and reluctantly stepped down, sinking a shallow footprint on the stone steps.

Zheng Xiu suddenly understood how the footprints on the stone steps were left!

He looked inside the main hall in shock.

The raised foot didn't seem to be his anymore, and the three words "wait a minute" buzzed in his ears like a magic sound, making Zheng Xiu unable to step on the second step.

"Interesting."

Zheng Xiu stood proudly on one leg, his palms closed, ready to pat his ears.

He had met with the deaf and mute in the crippled building, and learned that some thaumaturgy used sound as a medium.

As long as you can't hear it.

"Wait a minute."

Voices came from inside again.

Zheng Xiu's palms clapping to his ears also stopped.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

Feng Bei followed closely behind, and actually took the second step according to the sound, and stepped on the second step steadily.

"Wait a minute."

Fengbei's movements stopped.

Feng Bei also had the idea of competing in his heart, his long black hair was windless, and the dark blood vessel lines were centered on his right eye, spreading all over his body.

The wind was blowing, Feng Bei's right hand was weakly clenched, and a majestic shadow that could not be seen by the naked eye slowly stood up from behind Feng Bei.

Chu Susu, who was at the foot of the steps, didn't understand what was happening at the moment.

It is even less clear what is at stake.

Fengbei almost went crazy and destroyed the temple.

Zheng Xiu also immediately had the urge to rub his big move.

She only saw that Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu each walked one or two steps, and then stopped there, and there was no other movement.

"Stop!"

The monk was sweating profusely and hurried over: "Master, these two are friends like dust!" No malice! ”

When Fengbei heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief, the wind suddenly stopped, and the dancing black hair slowly floated down.

In the main hall, there was silence.

Ruchen knelt on the steps.

Speechless for a moment.

A few breaths later.

The voice of the old monk came from inside, and the hoarse voice said slowly: "The three distinguished guests have come from afar, and the old monk has missed the welcome, please come in." ”

Zheng Xiu and Fengbei bowed their hands and said in unison: "Offended." ”

Without the old monk's "wait a minute", Zheng Xiu and Fengbei were finally able to walk up the steps smoothly.

Zheng Xiu couldn't help but look back, his footprints were left on the first step, and they were clearly visible.

When I entered the main hall, it was empty, with only pillars and empty long tables.

Candles are lit on a long table, and large and small futons are placed in the center of the main hall. On the futon closest to the inner room, an old monk dressed in a blue color robe, with his long white beard untrimmed, was haphazardly coiled into a small mound on the ground.

The old monk's face was covered with deep wrinkles like a knife carving, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and when he opened his eyes, there was no lust in his two cloudy eyes.

At this time, the monk whispered behind Zheng Xiu: "Didn't you want to destroy your ears just now?" ”

Zheng Xiu nodded.

The monk's face was shocked: "You are really crazy! After finishing speaking, Ruchen shook his head and smiled: "It's a pity, the master's 'Waiting Zen' can actually be broken so easily?" Can you see the footprints on the steps? ”

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly, his heart was slightly shocked.

He was in a hurry to mistakenly think that by destroying his ears, he would be able to ignore the other party's thaumaturgy. But now that I think about it, it's not that simple.

The old monk's "Wait Zen" can even force the fire back, let the raging fire "wait a minute", if you think about it seriously, the "fire" is not a living thing at all, and without the word "hearing", how can "wait Zen" take effect?

In other words, the medium of "waiting for Zen" is not sound at all.

"Like dust, don't be rude."

The old monk snorted softly.

Ruchen bowed his head again and again and said yes, and after leading the three of them into the main hall gate, he went out to make tea.

"You may be seated."

The old monk raised his eyes and pointed to the futon in front of him.

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei glanced at each other, nodded secretly, and each chose a futon to sit down solemnly.

Chu Susu seemed to have become a little transparent, she resisted the urge to "steal", listened to the persuasion, and sat behind the two honestly.

"Fengbei, I've seen the master."

"Zheng Shan, I've seen the master."

"Chu Susu, I've seen the master."

The old monk's shriveled face was a little more strange, and his open eyes looked at Fengbei.

Followed by Zheng Xiu.

And then there's Chususu.

Those eyes were weathered and dim, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment through his eyes.

"Master," Zheng Xiu decided to be polite, so he spoke, "I heard about it with Fengbei......"

"Wait a minute."

Zheng Xiu closed his mouth.

He was obviously unwilling, but his mouth seemed to become non-his, and the rest of the words could never be said again.

Feng Bei just wanted to speak, but the master shook his head again and said, "Wait a minute." ”

Feng Bei was silent.

Zheng Xiu said directly in his heart.

What the hell does this "Wait Zen" do?

Why is it so evil?

The candles in the quiet main hall were flickering, and in the dead atmosphere, Zheng Xiu was in a cold sweat behind him.

"Master, tea is here."

Monk Hua brought a few cups of tea and put them in front of several people one by one.

"Ruchen, did you secretly refine your heart again this time?"

Ruchen hesitated for a few seconds, didn't dare to hide it, and nodded.

The old monk reprimanded Ruchen in a reproachful tone, and said: "The teacher has already warned you that you need to practice your mind as you like, and you must not forcibly cultivate your mind, otherwise it will backfire." ”

Ruchen bowed his head in shame and nodded vigorously: "The disciple knows his mistake." ”

The old monk sighed: "Ruchen, you are wrong." ”

Ruchen was stunned when he heard this: "The disciple doesn't know what is wrong. ”

The old monk still sighed: "If you don't know what is wrong, you are wrong." ”

Ruchen was even more stunned when he heard this.

Zheng Xiu couldn't help but raise his hand: "Master, can you ...... Borrow a step to speak? Don't wait any longer, please allow Zheng to finish his sentence. ”

The old monk closed his eyes: "Yunliu Temple is cold and barren, and it is difficult to accommodate distinguished guests. After the three of you finish drinking the tea, you can go back to where you came from. ”

Zheng Xiu was surprised: "Does the master know what we mean?" ”

The old monk nodded.

Zheng Xiu pointed at Fengbei: "Do you know who she is?" ”

The old monk said: "The night is not young." ”

After a pause in his tone, the old monk said: "It is precisely because the old man knows that you are from Ye Weiyang, and this painting must not be handed over to you." ”

Zheng Xiu pondered for a moment and smiled: "So, they have already come." ”

Old Monk: "Yes. ”

Zheng Xiu: "You also told them to 'wait'. ”

Old Monk: "Yes. ”

It's no wonder that Yueyan left a sentence of "something else has changed". Obviously, Yueyan has personally experienced the mystery of "waiting for Zen", and she doesn't dare to let Fengbei go up the mountain to grab it at will. In addition, this is not the style of Ye Weiyang.

Zheng Xiu said again: "This matter is a long story. The master is reluctant to give this painting to Ye Weiyang, but I," Zheng Xiu pointed to himself, "I am not Ye Weiyang's person. ”

"And what do you ask for?"

Zheng Xiu replied with a smile: "In life, everyone has their own needs. Hungry travelers seek a full meal, peerless swordsmen seek razor-sharp swords, and top-notch musicians crave legacy scores. As a painter, I heard the name of Mr. Gongsun Mo's 'painting ghost' two hundred years ago, and I also learned that Mr. Gongsun Mo has a calligraphy treasure in the world, if I can't see it with my own eyes, I will definitely regret it in this life! I only seek a look at the next, and I hope that the old-timers will be perfect! ”

Ruchen was shocked and stunned: "You are a painter?" ”

The old monk was also shocked: "Painter? ”

Chu Susu was stunned: "Painter? ”

Meng Nan's words are like a big joke, but this is true.

Everyone's reaction made Zheng Xiu a little embarrassed, so he could only say: "It's like a fake." ”

The wrinkles on the old monk's face were straightened by a few of them.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Zheng Xiu is also waiting.

He didn't expect his words to impress the old monk.

The old monk was clearly worried.

Zheng Xiu also had concerns.

After a moment of silence, the old monk waved his arm weakly: "Ruchen, send off." ”

Ruchen was stunned: "Master? ”

The old monk's tone was resolute: "Send off guests!" ”

"Can I, take a look, even if I don't open the scroll, I'll take a look." Zheng Xiu stared at the old monk with his eyes, and now he just wanted to make sure that the painting was really in the old monk's hands. As for whether to rob hard, to be honest, Zheng Xiu did not make up his mind. To put it bluntly, he is not a person from Ye Weiyang at all, and at first he accompanied Fengbei to Shuzhou to investigate the news of the cannibal painting, also because he was interested in this painting.

Now if this painting is really in Yunliu Temple, it is close to Chi Qi, Zheng Xiu does not see it with his own eyes, and he always feels unwilling.

As he said, a peerless swordsman will crave a great sword, and a first-class musician will crave a legacy score, which seems to be an instinct after becoming a painter. Acting method, playing the method, in the end, whether Zheng Xiu deliberately played the role of a painter, or the influence of the door made him gradually become a real painter, it is difficult to say for a while.

“… That's it! ”

The old monk sighed, as if he had made up his mind, and looked at Chu Susu: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you close your eyes." ”

Chu Susu was stunned, but she still covered her eyes with both hands.

A tightly wrapped scroll slipped out of the old monk's sleeve. It turned out that the old monk had always carried a "cannibal painting" with him.

The old monk trembled and opened the tarpaulin wrapped around the scroll little by little, revealing the scroll inside.

The back of the scroll has long been yellowed, and the old monk spreads the scroll on the ground, moving slowly, spreading the scroll little by little.

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei held their breath.

The cannibal painting that has been pursued all the way is about to show its true face in front of Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei.