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"Quick! Put out the fire!"

"It's Master's 'Waiting Zen'!"

"Extinguish the fire quickly!"

A miracle-like thaumaturgy was performed following the sound, and after a moment of shock, the monks in the temple began to carry out the fire fighting work in an orderly manner.

The knocking sound of the wooden fish was intermittent, and an old voice wafted from it from time to time.

"Wait a minute."

"Wait a minute."

The astonishing fire was kept away from the periphery of the temple and could not be entered.

"Is this the person who is close to the 'grandmaster' in the legend?"

Zheng Xiu took a deep breath of the scorching air, only to feel his lungs throbbing with pain.

This may be the strange charm of the thaumaturgy, which is full of all kinds of strange things.

Fengbei's hand is like an ominous curse, capable of killing everything.

Zheng Xiu's method of "Prisoner" can use his avatar to travel in mind, and "Surprise Cage" is like rubbing a nuclear bomb with his hands, destroying the top of Fengbei's mountain.

Chu Susu is able to steal things from a distance, and she is hard to defend against.

The thaumaturgy of Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei is more inclined to pure "destruction", and some small traits of Zheng Xiu also have various effects.

Different methods, different thaumaturgy, each show their magical powers in the vast world.

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

Under the thaumaturgy of Master Waiting, the fire only burned the courtyard wall, leaving the inside intact.

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

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei stepped into Yunliu Temple, and found that in the center of the fire circle, the withered grass and fallen leaves were intact.Inside and outside Yunliu Temple, the withered grass roots and the black scorched earth are like two separate worlds, clearly separated.

Inside the scorched courtyard walls, several tall ginkgo trees were planted outside the main temple.In the cold winter season, fan-shaped apricot leaves are spread scattered in the courtyard, and some are swept up by monks and piled up in the corner of the wall.

Several ferocious ghost statues are scattered along the gravel road at intervals of one foot.The ghost statues have hideous faces, the only thing they have in common is that they are all dressed in mighty armor, holding various weapons in their hands, standing in a row like mighty soldiers.At the end of the line of ghost-faced soldiers is a "general statue".

The stone statue is lifelike, the horse's front hooves are raised high, the general is riding on the horse, with a smile on his face, he stretches out his hand to the side, as if he wants to reach out to someone.

Next to the statue of the general, another statue can be vaguely discerned, but after 200 years, the statue has long disappeared, and it is unknown who destroyed it, leaving only a bare stone pier covered with thick moss stains.

In front of the statue of the general, there is a bronze cauldron furnace, in which the remains of incense are inserted, and a thick layer of incense ash is laid in the cauldron furnace.

Yunliu Temple does not respect gods and Buddhas, but respects General Xie Yunliu who left ghostly legends in the local area in the past.

Although Yunliu Temple only covers an area of ​​more than [-] mu, it has complete supporting halls, residences for monks, and a small temple with complete facilities.

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

Zheng Xiu was in front, Feng Bei was behind, and Chu Susu walked silently at the end.

The three of them entered Yunliu Temple directly while the other monks were not paying attention.

"painting."

Fengbei reminded.

She cares about it.

Fengbei walked with Zheng Xiu all the way, and she didn't even realize it, she gradually forgot her identity as Ye Weiyang Shangxiansan, and simply became a little follower who followed Zheng Xiu and found that painting for him .

She touched the two paper masks hanging on her waist, and reminded again: "Be careful."

"Okay." Zheng Xiu nodded first, and then solemnly told Chu Susu who was walking at the end: "Don't steal."

Chu Susu still hadn't recovered from the two strange incidents of "the macho man flying three times" and "wait for the master to put out the fire", so she nodded blankly and hummed.

Since she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the thaumaturgy and comprehended thaumaturgy 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 "severing hands and stealing surgery" was a disease, and she was depressed about it for a long time.Now following Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei, after only half a day, she feels as if a brand new world is presented in front of her, making her feel that the world is very big and strange, but she also faintly looks forward to the coming "A new life".

Zheng Xiu walked up to the statue of the general, clasped his fists and clasped his hands, performed proper etiquette, then crossed the statue of the general on horseback and walked towards the main hall.

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

"Huh? This is?"

Just as Zheng Xiu wanted to go up, he looked down and found it strange.

Footprints of different sizes were left on the first and second steps.

The size of these footprints is obviously not the same person, and even the thickness of the moss on them is different. As time goes by, it seems to record the footprints of different people in different eras.

Zheng Xiu was puzzled, but still made the first step.

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

"Wait a minute."

The voice fell.

Zheng Xiu's footsteps towards the second step suddenly stopped in the air.

Feng Bei behind him also stopped.

"Wait a minute."

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

click.

The other supported his foot and stepped down suddenly, leaving a shallow footprint on the stone steps.

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

He looked into the main hall in shock.

The raised foot seemed to be no longer his, and the words "wait a minute" buzzed in his ears like a magic voice, which made Zheng Xiu unable to step on the second step.

"interesting."

Zheng Xiu stood proudly on one leg, clasped his palms together, and was about to slap his own ears.

He had met the deaf-mute people in the Incomplete Building, and learned that some thaumaturgy uses sound as a medium.

Just don't hear it.

"Wait a minute."

There was another sound from inside.

Zheng Xiu stopped patting his ears.

Zheng Xiu was stunned.

Feng Bei followed closely behind, unexpectedly took the second step following the sound, and stepped firmly on the second step.

"Wait a minute."

Feng Bei stopped moving.

Feng Bei also had the idea of ​​competition in his heart, his long black hair was windless, and the lines of jet-black blood vessels spread all over his body with his right eye as the center.

A strong wind blew up, Feng Bei held his right hand empty, and a majestic shadow invisible to the naked eye slowly stood up from behind Feng Bei.

Chu Susu, who was under the steps, didn't understand what was happening right now.

I don't even know the danger in it.

Feng Bei almost lost his temper and destroyed the temple.

Zheng Xiu also had the urge to rub his hands together in an instant.

All she saw was that Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu walked up one or two steps each, and stopped there without any other movements.

"stop!"

The monk was sweating profusely, and hurried over: "Master, these two are Ruchen's friends! There is no malice!"

Feng Bei breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, the gust of wind suddenly stopped, and the dancing black hair slowly floated down.

In the main hall, fell into silence.

Ruchen knelt on the steps.

Speechless for a while.

After a few breaths.

The old monk's voice came from inside, and the hoarse voice said slowly: "The three distinguished guests have come from a long way, and the old monk welcomes you from afar, please come in."

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei clasped their hands together and said in unison: "I've offended you."

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

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

Entering the main hall, the inside is empty, with only pillars and long empty tables.

Candles were lit on the long table, and large and small futons were placed in the center of the main hall.On the futon closest to the inner room, an old monk in blue and plain clothes, with a long white beard and untrimmed hair, casually coiled into a small hillock on the ground.

The old monk's face was covered with deep wrinkles like knife-cuts, his eye sockets were sunken, and when he opened his eyes, there was no expression in the cloudy eyeballs. If he hadn't experienced the "Waiting Zen" himself, no one would have noticed it. This old monk is actually such a powerful person.

At this moment, the monk beeped quietly behind Zheng Xiu: "Didn't you just want to destroy your ears?"

Zheng Xiu nodded.

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

Zheng Xiu was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized, slightly startled in his heart.

Just now, in his desperation, he mistakenly thought that destroying both ears could ignore the opponent's thaumaturgy.But now that I think about it, it's not that simple.

The old monk's "waiting Zen" can even push back the fire, let the raging fire "wait a moment", if you think about it seriously, the "fire" is not a living thing at all, there is no "hearing" to say, "wait a moment" "How will it work?

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

"Ruchen, don't be rude."

The old monk gave a soft drink.

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

"Three please sit down."

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

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei looked 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 obediently behind the two of them.

"Fengbei, I have met the master."

"Zheng Shan, I have met the master."

"Chu Susu, I have met the master."

The old monk's withered face was a little strange, and he opened his eyes to look at Fengbei.

Then came Zheng Xiu.

Then there is Chu Susu.

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

"Master," Zheng Xiu decided to be polite and said, "Feng Bei and I heard..."

"Wait a minute."

Zheng Xiu shut his mouth.

He obviously didn't want to, but his mouth didn't seem to belong to him in an instant, and he couldn't say the following words anymore.

Just as Feng Bei was about to speak, the master shook his head again and said, "Wait a minute."

Feng Bei remained silent.

Zheng Xiu directly said something in his heart.

How the hell is this "Waiting Zen" performed?
Why so wicked?

Candles flickered in the quiet main hall, and in the deadly silence, cold sweat broke out on Zheng Xiu's back.

"Master, the tea is here."

Monk Hua brought several cups of tea and placed them in front of them one by one.

"Ruchen, are you secretly training your mind again?"

Ruchen hesitated for a few seconds, not daring to hide anything, and nodded.

The old monk reprimanded Ruchen in a reproachful tone, and said: "My teacher has already warned you that you need to do it according to your nature, and you must not force your mind, otherwise it will be counterproductive."

Ruchen lowered his head in shame, and nodded vigorously: "The disciple knows his mistake."

The old monk let out a long sigh: "Ruchen, you went wrong."

Ruchen was taken aback when he heard the words: "I don't know where I went 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 the words.

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

The old monk closed his eyes: "Yunliu Temple is cold and barren, and it is difficult to accommodate distinguished guests. Please finish drinking the tea, and go back wherever you came from."

Zheng Xiu was surprised: "Master, does the master know our purpose?"

The old monk nodded.

Zheng Xiu pointed at Feng Bei: "Do you know who she is?"

The old monk said: "Ye Weiyang."

After a pause, the old monk said: "Because this old man knows that you are from Yeweiyang, this painting must not be handed over to you."

Zheng Xiu pondered for a moment, then smiled: "So, they have already been here."

Old monk: "Yes."

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

Old monk: "Yes."

No wonder Yueyan left the sentence "something else happened".Apparently Yueyan had personally experienced the mysteries of "Waiting Zen", so she didn't dare to let Fengbei go up the mountain to snatch it.In addition, this is not Ye Weiyang's style.

Zheng Xiu said again: "It's a long story. The master doesn't want to give this painting to Ye Weiyang, but I," Zheng Xiu pointed to himself: "I am not from Ye Weiyang."

"Then what are you asking for?"

Zheng Xiu replied with a smile: "In this world, everyone has their needs. A hungry traveler seeks a full meal, a peerless swordsman seeks a sharp and famous sword, and a first-class musician desires a score handed down from generation to generation. As a painter, I heard that Mr. Gongsun Mo 200 years ago In the name of 'painting ghosts', I also learned that Mr. Gongsun Mo has calligraphy in this world, if I can't see it with my own eyes, it will be a regret in this life! I just want to see it, and I hope the old man will be successful!"

Ruchen was shocked, his face full of astonishment: "Are you a painter?"

The old monk also showed surprise: "Painter?"

Chu Susu was stunned: "Painter?"

The hunk's words are like a big joke, but it is the truth.

Zheng Xiu was a little embarrassed by everyone's reaction, so he could only say, "It's a fake one."

Some of the wrinkles on the old monk's face were straightened.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Zheng Xiu is also waiting.

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

The old monk obviously had concerns.

Zheng Xiu also had concerns.

After a moment of silence, the old monk waved his arms weakly: "Ruchen, see off the guests."

Ruchen was stunned: "Master?"

The old monk's tone was firm: "See off the guests!"

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

Now if this painting is really in Yunliu Temple, close at hand, Zheng Xiu will always feel unwilling to see it with his own eyes.

Just like what he said, a peerless swordsman will long for a great sword, and a first-class musician will long for a handed down score. This seems to be an instinct after becoming a painter.Acting method Acting method, in the end, whether Zheng Xiu deliberately acted as a painter, or whether the influence of the door made him gradually become a real painter, it is difficult to say for a while.

"...That's all!"

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

Chu Susu was taken aback for a moment, but she still covered her eyes with her hands.

A tightly wrapped picture scroll slipped out of the old monk's sleeve.It turned out that the old monk had been carrying the "cannibal painting" with him all the time.

Trembling, the old monk opened the tarpaulin wrapped around the scroll bit by bit, revealing the scroll inside.

The back of the scroll had already turned yellow, and the old monk spread the scroll on the ground, slowly spreading it out little by little.

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei held their breath.

The painting of cannibals pursued all the way will soon reveal its true face in front of Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei.