Zheng Xiu strode into the main hall.

Last night, he came with Fengbei.

Now he is the only one left, carrying a picture scroll on his back, reflected by candlelight, and the shadows are in pairs.

In the main hall, the old monk with a long beard and gray beard was still sitting on the futon, and the surface of the wooden fish in front of him was sleek and sleek.

The old monk seemed to have sat there all night, without moving half a step.

When Zheng Xiu came in, he passed a [reconnaissance].

He found that the two doors of the main hall were brand new, that the other futons had been moved, and that one of the floors had fingernail scratches.

There was sandalwood burning in the four corners, but Zheng Xiu still smelled an indescribable smell from the faint and elegant fragrance.

The taste is so light that it is almost imperceptible.

If you have to describe it, it's like ...... Bird poop smell.

Zheng Xiu's expression was like a great enemy, and he was even mentally prepared to rub the big move, stopping ten steps from the old monk, turning his back to the exit, and bowing his hands.

"Zheng Shan, I've seen and waited for masters."

The old monk nodded and looked up.

The two looked at each other silently.

Zheng Xiu took a deep breath, then chuckled, broke the embarrassing silence, and said, "Doesn't the master have anything to say to Zheng?" ”

Sincere.

Wait for the master to pick up the small wooden hammer and land on the wooden fish, striking a dull note.

Zheng Xiu took a step back.

He felt that he was hallucinating from being persecuted, and as soon as the old monk knocked on it, the words "wait a minute" involuntarily popped up in his mind.

The old monk didn't say wait this time.

After being silent for a while, the old monk sighed lightly and finally told the truth.

"There is an old friend who handed over this painting to the old man, and let the old man hand it over to the Fengbei benefactor."

Really!

Getting the expected answer, Zheng Xiu did not have the slightest surprise in his expression, when he was ambushed by Ye Weiyang and the two December in the general's town, Zheng Xiu had already calculated this possibility. From beginning to end, this is a bureau against Fengbei, and this matter is not a question, but a result.

Zheng Xiu's real doubts are......

"Why?"

When Zheng Xiu said this, the temperature in the main hall seemed to drop by a few degrees with Zheng Xiu's tone.

"I don't know."

The old monk lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed.

Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth, thinking that as soon as he made a move, the other party would say wait a minute, Zheng Xiu couldn't help it, and asked again: "Then Zheng Mou asks again, your old friend, but the night master of the night?" ”

"Yes."

Zheng Xiu frowned: "No, you lie." At that time, you clearly said that it was precisely because you knew that Fengbei was Ye Weiyang, so you were unwilling to hand over the painting to Fengbei, you must know what would happen if it was handed over to Fengbei, and you clearly knew why it was Fengbei! You already knew ......"

Speaking of this, Zheng Xiu's words came to an abrupt end, his face was shocked, and his thoughts were as if they were crackled by a bolt of lightning, and the chaos was cleared.

Yes! The master said at the beginning that he was unwilling to hand over the paintings, and the old monk persuaded them to leave. However, Zheng Xiu and Fengbei didn't care, and they were still obsessed with the "cannibal painting".

Zheng Xiu didn't blame Chu Susu, when Chu Susu successfully stole the scroll from the old monk, Zheng Xiu had every chance to return the scroll at that time.

No matter what reason the old monk had, he persuaded him from the beginning and let Zheng Xiu and the others leave.

The old monk left a sentence before Zheng Xiu and the three of them went out, "It is difficult to distinguish between fiction and reality, black and white, and right and wrong", which seems to be reminding Zheng Xiu to be vigilant against Ye Weiyang.

Therefore, from the very beginning, everything that happened was due to the choice of Zheng Xiu and Fengbei. They chose that painting, so Fengbei was swallowed in, leaving Fengbei and himself in the game of the Night Lord.

He is to blame for all this!

It was he who was inexplicably attracted by Gongsun Mo's ancient paintings in order to go deep into the [painter] door, and coveted the ethereal and uncertain "tricks" that may not even exist, and caused Fengbei to fall into this kind of fate.

The more Zheng Xiu thought about it, the more frightened he became, as if something had cleared the fog in his heart.

Suddenly.

Zheng Xiu was like an initiation, since he learned about the "cannibal painting" on January 1, all the bits and pieces that happened in these days flashed in his mind like a slide.

He suddenly woke up and found that under the influence of the [Painter] Path, his thinking and decision seemed to be the same as usual, but he was strangely obsessed with pursuing Gongsun Mo's century-old paintings.

Every time he chooses, every time he investigates, it is not so much that he is following the [Painter's] path, but rather that he gradually forgets that he is not a real [Painter] thaumaturgist at all!

The real Inhuman Fengbei has always been taboo about his "doorway".

Thinking of the dead virtual rat, he walked the [executioner] path, and also had an almost pathological attachment to the [executioner] of the alien Fengbei, and this attachment finally made the virtual rat die without a corpse.

Can tricks deceive people?

Wrong.

A cold sweat broke out on Zheng Xiu's back, and he shook his head vigorously and remained silent. He quickly denied it.

Tricks don't deceive people, and Zheng Xiu is sure that he is very conscious on the way to pursue the scroll. It's just that once a sorcerer who has stepped into a certain path knows or vaguely knows the existence of a strange thing in the doorway, it seems that he will be involuntarily affected by the "strange thing" and will yearn for that strange thing from the bottom of his heart.

But why did he ignore that?

It's just that others don't know, Zheng Xiu "personally" experienced the tragedy in Baili Village twenty-one years ago, how could he not know that the stranger and the strange thing itself are not risk-free things?

This is also why, Fengbei has always called the killing power hidden in his hands "ominous"! Because in her opinion, the very thing of becoming an "alien" is a kind of ominous!

At the same time, it will also bring bad luck to the people around you.

The reason why strange things are called strange things by Ye Weiyang may be because "they" are never some kind of gift or miracle from God, but strange things!

Zheng Xiu's mind was clear at the moment, his thoughts were smooth, and when he connected everything together, his clenched fists were full of cold sweat.

The tragedy of Baili Village, the tragic death of the virtual rat because of his thirst for the executioner's tricks, and the fate of his thirst for the painter's tricks......

The three things seem to be unrelated, and they are not related.

But at this moment, Zheng Xiu faintly figured out the connection.

"Trick ......!"

The moment he figured it out, he felt that the scroll behind his back was as hot as a red-hot iron, and he was horrified in his heart and hurriedly took it off. But in an instant, the hot feeling disappeared, and the cloth wrapped in the picture scroll was rough and cold, as if the hot feeling just now was just an illusion born of Zheng Xiu's panic and jealousy.

"Wait!"

Waiting for the master to suddenly cast a spell, the sound was like a morning bell.

This time the spell was not to make Zheng Xiu withdraw, Zheng Xiu heard the voice, and his intuition was irritated in an instant, and he was "waiting" in an instant, and gradually calmed down.

Zheng Xiu was surprised, remembering his rudeness and irritability when he came, and apologized, so he hugged his fists and said: "Master, I have offended a lot, please forgive me." It's all me, it's me, and I'm to blame. ”

Zheng Xiu is not an unreasonable person.

Although the master has a secret in his heart. But it was true that they made it clear from the beginning that they couldn't hand over the painting to Ye Weiyang, and it was he who asked Chu Susu to steal the scroll and take it away from Yunliu Temple. Zheng Xiu will not blame Chu Susu for no reason, blame this and that when something happens, it is not Zheng Xiu's style of acting, a real macho man should have the courage to take the mistake, carry everything, and turn things around.

Hearing this, the waiting master did not blame, and folded his hands: "Who can be without fault." ”

"I beg the master not to play dumb riddles."

Zheng Xiu's tone was sincere.

"The stakes are too high to tell."

"Short story please."

Wait for the master: "Old decay and ask you, if you sacrifice the Fengbei donor, you can keep the people safe, if you save the Fengbei donor, you may let the world fall into the abyss and hell, how do you choose?" ”

Zheng Xiu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then couldn't help laughing, his eyes were like torches, brighter than the candles in the hall.

"The word 'common people' is too ethereal, millions of people, how can it save so much? The master just asks this question, I, choose Fengbei. ”

Zheng Xiu's tone of voice was firm when he replied, "Besides, Fengbei's life should not be decided by others. ”

"If you want to save her, you have to be like her, caught up in... In Gongsun Mo's ancient paintings. The waiting master seemed to have known Zheng Xiu's answer for a long time, his expression did not fluctuate at all, and he said slowly: "But, nine deaths and one life." Please decide carefully. ”

"Thank you for your concern, I'm not afraid of ghosts."

The old monk shook his head: "What you need to be afraid of is the human heart. ”

Zheng Xiu complained: "If the master has something to say, please say it directly." ”

The old monk said, "This is not a riddle, but a proverb." ”

Zheng Xiu was speechless for a moment.

Speaking of this, the waiting master raised his head suddenly, and his gaze seemed to be able to pass through the roof of the main hall.

"It's time for you to go!"

Ahh

As soon as the old monk finished speaking, a dense crow cry came from outside the house, coming from a distance.

Patches of crows approached from all directions, Zheng Xiu's face changed, he turned around and pushed the door to the outside of the hall, and found that there were thousands of ravens in the sky, gathered into a clump, like an ominous black cloud, covering the sky and pressing towards the Yunliu Temple.

Zheng Xiu's face changed again, he had never seen such a large number of ravens gathered together. Even the ravens hovering over the imperial city of the Great Qianguo capital were less than one-third of the flock of crows flying towards General Peak at this moment.

Too much!

Crows are scavengers, accompanied by the dead, and their crows have been regarded as ominous since ancient times. Now that the mighty crows are coming, even if Zheng Xiu knows that the ravens have no attack power, they are still tense in the overwhelming crow cry, their hair stands up, and it is difficult to relax.

"It's time to go!"

Wait for the master to knock on the wooden fish, tuk tuk, and then start to cast the spell.

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

"Wait!"

This moment.

The blue sky is daylight, and the blue sky is clear, like a clean picture. And the ravens flying in all directions are like someone accidentally breaking the ink tank, and the thick ink is polluted from the center from all sides. Zheng Xiu's imaginary metaphor is by no means an exaggeration, but it is conceivable that the number of ravens is extremely terrifying, which seems to indicate that some kind of terrifying existence is about to come.

And as the old monk chanted "Wait a minute", the speed of the raven flock approaching suddenly slowed down, and the speed of the "ink" invasion in the sky slowed down, as if a collective slow-motion action was staged.

The old monk's "Waiting Zen" is incredible, almost Taoist, and can no longer be measured by common sense.

Zheng Xiu's heart moved, touched his eyebrows, and secretly passed a [inspiration].

The style of painting in the field of vision suddenly changed, and I saw the old monk as the center, and circles of gray ripples spread around.

The old monk's grassy forehead was vaguely written with the word "wait".

Zheng Xiu watched the old monk sit alone in the hall and recite "Wait a minute", and the 100,000 crows staged slow motion at the same time, crying out in his heart.

Could it be that the medium of such a master is not sound or anything else, but himself?

When someone knows that his name is "Waiting Master", in fact, he has already been influenced by "Waiting Zen"?

Zheng Xiu recalled that every time he thought of this person, the sentence "Wait a minute" involuntarily appeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized.

Wait, Master, wait, wait. The old monk made his name, his own existence itself, and even his stories circulated in the world a kind of "medium"?

Just Nima is outrageous.

Can Doorway Thaumaturgy still be played like this?

If the old monk was not born alien, he could only say that he had walked deep enough in his own way, and it was unfathomable.

"It's the crow keeper of the night!"

Between the two recitations, the old monk hurriedly reminded in the hall: "Let the dust quickly take you away from here!" ”

"Master!"

Ruchen has been guarding the door, now the macho man went out, the crows attacked, Ruchen's face was flustered, he heard the master's order, just wanted to say something, the old monk said in a deep voice: "Go to the meditation pool!" ”

With the kung fu of these two sentences, the group of ravens in the sky is closer to Yunliu Temple. Where have the monks in the temple seen this terrible scene, more than 100 monks surrounded the main hall with frightened expressions, and swore to protect the old monk to the death.

After the old monk finished those two sentences, he recited "Wait for Zen" again, as if in the dark, he was fighting with the "crow keeper" mentioned in the previous sentence.

Only then did Zheng Xiu realize that the smell of bird feces hidden under the sandalwood fragrance was not an illusion when he entered, and the crow keeper who had not been here that night must have been here.

What is the relationship between the old monk and the Lord of the Night?

Why did the old monk call the night master an "old friend"?

Zheng Xiu's heart was full of doubts, but at this moment, the ravens gathered in the sky were already densely spread across the sky, and the black crow feathers were sprinkled and floated down, like a rainstorm composed of crow feathers. Zheng Xiu had never heard of the deeds of the "crow keeper" from Fengbei or Yueyan, and he didn't know the other party's thaumaturgy, so he could imagine the mystery of the crow keeper.

"Let's go! This way! ”

Ruchen pointed in the direction of the side hall and urged Zheng Xiu to leave Yunliu Temple quickly, and Chu Susu was also at a loss at this moment and stepped forward and said, "Uncle Zheng! Crows, lots of crows! ”

Even if she didn't know what was going on, she could sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

Zheng Xiu originally wanted Chu Susu to stay here. First, he and Chu Susu are not so familiar, and secondly, the macho man with the scroll on his back is the target of the raven man, once he leaves here, Yunliu Temple should be fine.

But before he could make arrangements, Chu Susu had already run away with Monk Hua without a master. In a hurry, Zheng Xiu could only keep up.

The layout of the side hall is simple, like dust to open a dusty futon in the corner, there is a hidden passage hidden under the futon, and when you enter the secret passage, it is a slide that is built without knowing when.

"Quick! Let's slide down the mountain! ”

When Ruchen turned around, the corners of his mouth hooked up a "charming" smile, Xia Fei's cheeks, and the smile made Zheng Xiu's scalp tingle, but before Zheng Xiu could taste it, Ruchen had already jumped into the slide and slid into the darkness.

"Uncle Zheng, let's go!"

Chu Susu followed, Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows, and looked at Chu Susu's back thoughtfully. Immediately afterwards, Zheng Xiu pulled the cloth belt that bound the scroll with one hand and slid down the dark passage.

The slide is curved and not very flat. Slipping along the way made Zheng Xiu's stomach hurt. Chu Susu, who was in front, made a noise from time to time. or screaming or wheezing or muffled, it can be seen that this slide also makes her taste fall on her stomach, which is bitter, spicy and sweet, indescribable.

"Whoa, whoa—"

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

It didn't take long for the sound of rushing water in front of me, which seemed to be a waterfall, and then two sounds of falling water came one after another. Zheng Xiu's eyes lit up, and he threw out the slide by inertia and fell down.

Below is a deep and secluded pool, Ruchen and Chu Susu surfaced, Zheng Xiu just wanted to fly, Ruchen reminded in shock: "Don't use the spell easily, it will cause thousands of ravens to notice!" ”

Seeing Zheng Xiu hugging the scroll tightly, wiping the water on his face like dust, he hurriedly said: "That ancient painting is inviolable!" ”

Zheng Xiu was relieved at this time, and put on the posture of a macho man and plunged into the water, setting off a column of water several meters high.

There is a stone tablet on the edge of the waterhole, on which are engraved three words - meditation pool.

"Quick! There's another cave under the water! Escape from here! ”

Ruchen said, took a deep breath and dived into the water.

Chu Susu's expression was a little flustered: "Uncle Zheng, Su Su...... Not good at water! ”

Zheng Xiu smiled: "It's okay, I'll take you!" You try your best to hold your breath! ”

“…… Good! Chu Susu saw that the macho man's tone was firm, and he believed in his heart, took a deep breath, nodded at the macho man, and said that he was fine.

Zheng Xiu took Chu Susu's hand and dived underwater. Sure enough, as she said, she was not good at water, and under the water, Chu Susu was like a corpse, closing her eyes tightly and not moving.

On the contrary, it is like a nimble swimming fish at the bottom of the water, swimming to the bottom of the pool in the blink of an eye. Hiding a cave in the water weed, his cheeks bulged out like dust, and he entered the cave after waving to Zheng Xiu.

The visibility in the cave is extremely low, but the physical fitness of the macho man is far beyond ordinary people, and he follows like dust all the way, swimming quickly in the zigzag cave.

I don't know how long it took.

Swimming through an arc-shaped waterway, the sparkling waves above your head floated up like dust, protruding from the water, and inhaling in big gulps.

Zheng Xiu pulled Chu Susu to follow closely and easily came out of the water. Putting Chu Susu on the shore, Zheng Xiu's five fingers combed his wet hair to the back of his head, and the perfect muscles under the clinging clothes were like sculptures from famous artists.

"Su Su is dead!"

Ruchen climbed ashore, looked back and saw that Chu Susu, who was brought to the shore by the macho man, was silent, his face was bruised, and he exclaimed.

"It's okay, I'll save her with my mouth." Zheng Xiu said calmly. He didn't ask Ruchen's opinion for these words, he carried everything alone, leaned over and pressed towards Chu Susu's pale little mouth.

The lips of the two approached little by little, and the hot air exhaled by the macho man blew Chu Susu's slender eyelashes, and the two of them were about to sip.

The flower monk on the side stared wide-eyed.

But before the hot air of the macho man crossed over, Chu Susu suddenly trembled, the arch of his foot bent, and a mouthful of turbid water sprayed on the macho man's face, and he opened his eyes blankly.

The air was suddenly quiet.

"Uncle Zheng...... I...... You ......" Chu Susu got up at a loss, avoided a few steps and stood up, his pale face suddenly became red, I don't know if it was because he had regained his blood or because Lu'er was arching in his heart.

"Susu, didn't you say that the water is not good?"

Zheng Xiu stared at Chu Susu with both eyes and asked. Without waiting for Chu Susu to answer, he suddenly flashed in front of Chu Susu quickly, and his hand was like lightning, and in an instant, he grabbed Chu Susu's neck and lifted her whole person in the air.

Where did Chu Susu expect this, he waved his hands to break free, and his feet kicked helplessly in mid-air. However, the fierce man's bare hands were like a beast, comparable to an iron hoop, and Chu Susu couldn't break free.

The kind smile of the macho man just now turned murderous in a blink of an eye, and he looked straight into Chu Susu's eyes.

"Who the hell are you?"

(End of chapter)