Buddha Remains (4)

"This is the land of eternal life. ”

"I will, pronounce your name, carve your face, carve your soul into jade, and weave your joys and sorrows into a ......"

"Finally, in the real eternal night, please enjoy this eternal life!"

......

......

His Royal Highness didn't expect that the second stone tablet would actually be in the mute girl's room.

The inscription came to an abrupt end.

Yi Xiao touched this inscription over and over again, this inscription is slightly different from his vermilion inscription in the fog, the broken back is also the trace of being cut off by a knife, revealing that it is not the black of the previous stele, but the yellowish bronze, which does not seem to be a pair with the previous stele.

The mute girl was overjoyed, put down the paper and pen, and trotted around the room, making sure that the doors and windows were closed.

In the end, she picked up the yellow paper and the lead-core wooden pen, and sat opposite the little highness with a big grin, undisguised her gaze, sitting thoughtfully with her cheeks crossed, staring at the face of the little highness.

Her voice gently kneaded the fine syllables, then lowered her eyebrows, the wooden pen roamed, and sketched the outline of a teenager on the yellowed paper, and then added it in detail, her face, her look, her subtleties, her eyebrows, her hair......

The appearance of the little highness's detailed observation of the monument is extended into the drawing paper.

Yi Xiao carefully examined the second stone tablet and compared the second inscription with the first inscription in his mind.

"I understand a little...... "His Royal Highness carefully stroked the text on the vermilion stele.

The section where the vermilion is at its highest.

"I will, pronounce your name, carve your face, carve your soul into jade, and weave your joys and sorrows into a ......"

This paragraph of text was cut off.

Yi Xiao's face was calm.

"Pronounce your name, carve your face, carve your soul into jade, and weave your joys and sorrows into a ......," he muttered, "I remember...... The owner of the Sunset Inn has been carving jade since I saw him!"

The red-shirted man sitting in front of the steps of the Sunset Inn, carved jade's movements had always made him feel strange, and after seeing himself, he seemed to have restrained his movements again.

Yi Xiao rubbed her eyebrows and continued to look at it, after this paragraph of text, there were obvious traces of broken text, and the new content was directly engraved by the person who engraved the monument-

"Finally, in the real eternal night, please enjoy this eternal life!"

"The real eternal night?"

His Royal Highness was puzzled in his heart, whether it was according to the jade carving boss or the mute girl holding the painting paper, after the dawn of the sunset town, there would be eternal night, and this inscription was ...... It seems to imply that the eternal night they speak of is not really the eternal night!

He subconsciously looked away from the inscription and saw the mute girl holding the drawing paper and quietly painting to himself.

His Royal Highness subconsciously thought of the red-shirted boss carving jade for himself before.

What's on that inscription!

I will engrave your face!

Sculpt your soul into jade!

Yi Xiao's face was gloomy, and in an instant, the hibiscus came out of the sheath, and the spirit snake drew a cold light, and in the panicked eyes of the dumb girl, a sword was handed out, and the sword qi rolled vertically and horizontally, picking up a pile of drawing paper in the dumb girl's hand, and then flipping his wrist, turning all the paper rolls in the sky into crumbs.

Yi Xiao squinted her eyes and watched the confetti fluttering and falling, and the mute girl who was sitting no more than three feet away from her turned pale, her previous expression of joy was stiff, and her smile froze.

"You're drawing me?"

Yi Xiao opened her mouth word by word, staring at the mute girl who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and staring at her.

Such an inscription gives an extremely obvious hint.

The restless and kind-hearted innkeeper of the Sunless Inn had obviously been carving himself before, wanting to carve himself into the jade, as for what would happen after carving into the jade......

Go without saying.

And the mute girl secretly drew herself into the paper while she was looking at the monument, did she have the same thoughts as the man in the red shirt?

The mute girl's expression was extremely complicated, her drawing paper was overturned by Yi Xiao's sword, and the portrait of the young man who had been painting for a long time had turned into confetti, and at this moment, a sword with a cold light was against her throat.

Her eyes showed an imperceptible Qi Qiran, her face was full of tears, she gritted her teeth and raised her arms, and pointed her little white finger to a place in the room.

Yi Xiao frowned and raised her head, and saw that in the most conspicuous place in the room that the dumb girl was pointing to, there was a portrait that had been framed and hung on the wooden wall.

In the portrait, a black-clothed young man with a pestle and sword in both hands, although he is in the dust, his face is still calm, and he looks at himself through the time and space of the portrait.

Lifelike.

Did you draw it when you stepped into this town?

It turned out that he had already entered the painting, and then he thought about it carefully, if this mute girl had a heart to harm herself, why bother to run to the inn where the sun never sets to remind herself.

What's more, Yi Xiao knew that this was the remains of the Six Realms of Buddha, and according to the words of the purple-shirted great master, it was just a game for him.

And this mute girl's previous forcible breaking of the rules is undoubtedly a big risk.

It turned out that he ...... I actually misunderstood her.

With that in mind.

The sword light flipped and retracted.

Yi Xiao looked at the mute girl's expression, her face was full of sadness, she was a little stunned, and she didn't know how to speak.

The mute girl looked at the sword light against her throat and then retracted it, she lowered her eyebrows, her slender eyelashes were covered, she was silent, stood up, slowly picked up the scraps of paper all over the ground, and pieced together the last bit bit by bit.

Piece together a shattered afterimage.

Yi Xiao was a little heartbroken, watching the portrait that had been shattered by the sword qi being spliced out by the dumb girl little by little, she couldn't bear it, and said softly: "I'll help you." ”

The dumb girl raised her head and saw that His Royal Highness was really serious about piecing together the remnants, and in the end, she could only piece together the appearance of a young man who was looking at the monument with a small half.

She pursed her lips slightly, unable to tell what her expression was.

Yi Xiao kept looking down, and when she saw that she couldn't put together a complete drawing paper, she could only smile helplessly: "Why don't you draw a new picture for me?"

Then Yi Xiao looked up and saw that the mute girl actually burst into tears and laughed.

His Royal Highness touched his nose and said with a dumb smile: "Sure enough, it's a girl's family, and her mind is really elusive." ”

The mute girl seemed to glare at His Royal Highness with resentment, trotted to the wooden table, and sat down with a thick pile of drawing paper in her arms again.

Yi Xiao no longer refused this time, and smiled and let her paint.

The mute girl made a gesture and motioned for His Highness to move his gaze to the stele and redraw the portrait of the young man looking at the stele.

Yi Xiao glanced at the mute girl who was looking down and painting seriously, kept looking at the monument, and subconsciously asked, "What's your name?"

The mute girl was slightly stunned, and pulled out a piece of paper, and the tip of the pen rustled.

Yi Xiao caught a glimpse of the paper that had been reversed by the mute girl, and two Juanxiu words were written on it.

Her name.

"Water Moon ......" Yi Xiao muttered and repeated, still keeping the monument viewing action unchanged, and asked with a smile, "How long have you lived in this town?"

The mute girl's painting stopped.

She looked complicated, bit her lower lip, and shook her head slightly, moving extremely slowly.

Then there were a few more words on the paper: "I can't remember." ”

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

If what the purple-shirted master said was true, then the people who could come here were already dead.

Just like the red-shirted boss said, the people in this town will not feel pain, hunger, they will not be born, old, sick and die.

Because he has already died, and entered this prison with his soul, where can he still feel these tastes?

And this cute little girl is undoubtedly one of them.

Yi Xiao sighed softly.

He continued, "What about the rest of the town?"

The mute girl wrote quietly on the paper, answering Yi Xiao's questions.

"The eternal night is coming soon, and they won't come out. ”

After a slight pause, he continued.

"Every day is an ordeal because people forget it. ”

Yi Xiao frowned slightly.

He looked up and saw that the small room, except for the portrait that hung in the most obvious place, was densely covered with yellowed scrolls of paper.

Yi Xiao squinted his eyes and looked at a few extremely conspicuous ones, including the red-shirted jade boss who carved jade with his head down, the masked pianist who tuned the piano by hand, and the Buddhist monk who shaved off the three thousand troubles in the white robe......

An entire wall covered in yellowed drawing paper!

Lowering her head again, Yi Xiao saw the mute girl writing a long paragraph on the paper.

"I can't remember how long I've been here. There are a lot of people in the town, and so are they, day after day, gradually getting lost, eventually losing their memories, forgetting where they came from and where they are ultimately going. All I could do was draw it all on paper and remind myself of it over and over again. ”

"After every eternal night, I seem to forget some, and forget some. ”

"Sometimes I wonder if I've forgotten everything and I'm free. ”

The mute woman's face was complicated, squeezing out a smile, more self-deprecating.

"But where does the relief come from?"

Yi Xiao looked at the heavy words written in easy handwriting on this piece of drawing paper, and was silent for a long time.

Then he held out a hand.

The mute woman was slightly stunned.

His Royal Highness raised his head with a smile and looked directly at her: "Pen." ”

Shui Yue handed out the wooden pen with a somewhat dull lead core.

Yi Xiao gave the mute girl a deep look, then he lowered his head, smiled, and drew on a piece of yellowed drawing paper.

The lead of the nib touches the paper, and the sound is soft.

Rustle.

"This pen is really nostalgic to use...... Yi Xiao laughed at herself after holding the pen, and then lowered her eyebrows and outlined carefully.

His Royal Highness is already proficient in calligraphy and painting, and it is not a problem to depict faces.

It's just that he writes very slowly, and it seems that the tip of the pen has poured a lot of effort, but the edge is very light, and he doesn't want to be contaminated with too much dust.

On the drawing paper is a little girl with her hands and knees on the ground, her eyes curious.

The stroke is neither light nor heavy.

The face is neither happy nor sad.

It just makes people fall in love.

Shui Yue and the person on the painting paper looked at each other, and they were in a trance for a moment.

"Water Moon. Yi Xiao handed over the drawing paper and the wooden pen, and said in a soft voice: "Trust me." Someday, I'll leave here. ”

His Royal Highness turned his back and sighed softly.

He lightly touched the second scarlet stele.

On the top of the stele there, a line of words is carved in extremely distorted handwriting.

As if to remind myself.

"This is hell.

Naturally, the only people who are imprisoned are evil ghosts. ”

His Royal Highness could only sigh when he looked at the extremely conspicuous line of words in vermilion.

The mute girl behind her slowly took the drawing paper, held it high, and looked at the person in the painting who made her feel pity, with a complicated expression.

Her face seemed to be happy and sad, she quietly looked at the person in the painting, her face was dried with tears, and finally squeezed out a smile, carefully folded it, and cherished it into her arms.