Ishikawa felt like he was going crazy, no matter where he went, no matter where he hid, he would be watched by countless stone Buddha statues, which was not the same as being noticed by other people, this feeling of being stared at deeply by the stone sculptures was too permeating. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In order to escape the gaze of these Buddha statues, Ishikawa ran forward as hard as he could, and it was not until he was far away that he realized that he did not know when he had regained control of his body.

It's just that it's impossible to turn back now, even if he runs back to the place where he came in with the gaze of the Buddha statue, because since he came down, the entrance to the stone platform cave has disappeared, and he seems to be in another space now.

Dressed in the shell of Taoism, but there is a hidden temple of Buddhism, what a strange word.

Ishikawa kept running inside, but he couldn't run to the end anyway, and the Buddha statues on both sides were endless, staring at him with different expressions.

The more Ishikawa ran, the more frightened he became, if it weren't for the fact that each of these Buddhist practices was more or less different, he would even think that he was once again trapped in a labyrinth of the whirlpool stone wall.

I don't know how long it took, but Ishikawa finally got out of the Buddhist hall that made him sweat coldly, and came to a crooked road.

As soon as Ishikawa's feet stepped onto the road, he felt a violent shaking coming from behind him, accompanied by a loud rumbling sound.

He shot a few feet away, and then looked back, only to see that the entire Buddhist hall was shaking up and down, left and right, and it seemed that it would collapse in the next moment.

Ishikawa stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but when he stabilized himself, he suddenly felt that the feeling of being watched in dense density had disappeared.

Looking around with some surprise, Ishikawa found that the dense Buddha statues in the main hall began to swarm and fly out of the hall, and after leaving the temple gate, they rose to the sky and disappeared in an instant, and several of them were too tall Buddha statues to directly knock out several large holes in the roof of the main hall, and followed the Buddha statues in front.

The Buddhist hall behind him disappeared without a trace in front of Ishikawa's eyes, and at this moment there was only one way to choose in front of him, and the other directions were just a piece of black hole, and he didn't need to get close to know what kind of risks were inside.

Since there is only one road left, let's go, Ishikawa tightened his heartstrings and slowly walked into the road.

The narrow road was empty, and Ishikawa heard only his own footsteps echoing along the way.

Unconsciously, Yonglu was shrouded in mist, and the mist turned out to be a strange red, and the bright red mist rippled slightly, with indescribable depth and mystery.

Ishikawa stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, and the red mist danced with Ishikawa's gesture like a light veil between the stirring, soft and ethereal.

Still dead silent, Ishikawa continued to walk forward with his senses, and at some point, he was surprised to find that he could no longer hear his own footsteps, and he deliberately shouted a few times, but he could only feel his mouth moving, and the shouts disappeared as if they were swallowed by the red mist.

Ishikawa frowned in contemplation, as if he had completely entered a silent world.

In many cases, Ishikawa was a silent man, he could sit silently for days and nights for a cultivation problem, and he could even look at a leaf for a few hours, just looking at their green color, smooth surface, smooth and winding veins.

But being silent doesn't mean that Ishikawa is content with this dead silence, and Ishikawa is inexplicably glad that he had spent too much time alone in the mysterious cave inside the whirlpool stone wall, so that the current encounter would not be unbearable.

Since he can't see clearly and can't hear, then he doesn't listen or see, Ishikawa's heart was calm, and even a smile appeared on his face, and he accelerated the pace of progress.

Ding Dong, a pleasant sound pierced through the layers of fog and sounded abruptly in Ishikawa's ears.

This is the sound of the guqin, and he immediately clapped his hands, but he still couldn't hear the applause, so how could Ishikawa reach his ears?

When something goes wrong, there is a demon, and Ishikawa secretly raised his vigilance.

In the case that all other sounds are gone, it seems that the sound of the piano is abrupt and mysterious, sometimes high like a lament, sometimes low like a whisper, murmuring back, and accompanied by the faint fragrance of flowers and plants, the notes sprinkled with foreign flowers are like pearls falling on the plate, lingering on the edge of the fragrance of flowers for a long time, like a circle of amorous fibers, around the softest part of Ishikawa's heart for a long time.

Ishikawa seemed to have returned to the cold winter of his childhood, he had just come to this world for a short time, and the injured "father" trembled and took out the braised pork wrapped in oil paper from his arms and handed it to the little guy who kept swallowing saliva.

The man who was in the prime of life but had already bent his waist smiled gently, "Your mother died early, and I didn't have time to give you a big name, but now that you have grown up, you can't be called a pig baby anymore, our surname is Shi, and we have always lived in the small mountains and rivers of Banshan Village, so let's give you a big name Shichuan." ”

He came to the boy again, standing next to the child who was carrying a medicine basket and collecting medicine barefoot, Ishikawa suddenly looked up, and saw the moving eyes again, the owner of the eyes smiled at him, and suddenly a thunderclap resounded in Ishikawa's head.

The scene changed again, the old king of the village was looking at him with a smile on his face with a wine bottle, and the unserious half of the master was full of alcohol, laughing disrespectfully for the old man, patting him on the shoulder, and saying the jokes that often make between master and apprentice.

And those immature laughter, is it Zhang Fugui and his friends?

A delicate figure stood quietly in front of him, whispering and smiling at him, this is Yin Yin.

Before he knew it, a tear slipped from the corner of Ishikawa's eye.

Tears slid down his cheeks and fell into the corners of Ishikawa's slightly open mouth, which was salty, sadly bitter.

Ishikawa was still calm, but his chest was full of burning pain.

Suddenly waking up from the memory, Ishikawa's eyes were red, and his body trembled uncontrollably......

Is this an illusion, is it that I have been pulled into an illusion again?

Ishikawa clenched his brow, trying to break free from these illusions.

But he failed, and instead of freeing himself from the illusion, he saw the boundless blood-colored light envelop everything.

The "father" who bent his waist, the old Wang Tou who loved to drink, a group of friends in the middle of the mountain village, Yin Yin in white clothes and white skirts, and even the two senior brothers Zhu Shanhe and Tang Qi, all screamed and fled under the light of blood-colored light, and finally turned into scattered flesh and blood and merged into the blood-like light.

Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable.

Ishikawa shuddered, raised his head, which had been lowered, and raised his head to the sky and roared silently.

The invisible fluctuations diverged outward in a circle, shattering the tall plants on the side of the road, but the red mist did not disperse, and the sound of the piano was still the same.

Ishikawa relented, his body shooting forward like an arrow.