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Chapter 125 The Ghost in the Painting (2 in 1 Large Chapter)

The old monk slowly turned the animation scroll on the ground, rolling out the yellowed scroll little by little.

As the scroll unfolds, the changing white clouds, steep isolated peaks, mountain streams and waterfalls, and jagged withered pines draw a picture of green mountains, white clouds, and ancient pines.

Landscape map?
Zheng Xiu looked carefully and was taken aback for a moment.

It seems that there is nothing special.

The old monk's movements quickened.

Zheng Xiu's pupils shrank and found a bright spot.

In this landscape painting, the entire picture is outlined with thick and light ink colors, and the minimalist painting style depicts a majestic and majestic scenery.In the atmosphere, it gives people a kind of aloofness that seems to be above the world, looking down on the world from a condescending height.Zheng Xiu saw at a glance that there was a solitary tomb on the top of the solitary peak. The small solitary tomb was as inconspicuous as a small bun on the top of the solitary peak.

Since it was inconspicuous, why did Zheng Xiu notice the lonely grave at a glance?

Because, Zheng Xiu vaguely saw the words written in the color of blood on the solitary grave.

As the saying goes, there is a little red in the green bushes, but such a strong contrasting color makes the blood writing on the lonely grave a finishing touch, making it unforgettable at a glance.

What is written on it?

Zheng Xiu stood up unknowingly, and the blood writing on the lonely grave suddenly distorted and became bigger and bigger.Zheng Xiu's wide-eyed eyes began to turn bloodshot, and he felt as if a deep vortex appeared on the scroll, attracting him to approach, attracting him to move forward, and attracting him to see more clearly.

Zheng Xiu felt that he was about to see what the line of blood on the lonely grave was.

"Wait a minute!"

The old monk clasped his hands together, rolled up the scroll, and at the same time gave a light drink, waiting for the thaumaturgy of Zen to come out.

The word "wait a minute" was like an invisible big drum, and there was a bang in the minds of the three of them. Zheng Xiu only felt that the twisting blood characters on the seemingly ordinary landscape painting were no longer twisted, and the vortex It also disappeared, and the painting was rapidly moving away from his vision.

Blinking, Zheng Xiu was surprised to find that the painting was still there, but it was rolled up again by the monk, and it was not far away.

What just happened?
Zheng Xiu just woke up from a dream, only then did he notice that he stood up at some point and took two steps towards the old monk's futon.

Next to it was Fengbei.

Fengbei also seemed to be attracted by some kind of strange, stood up and walked towards the old monk.

The two didn't sit down again, a simple painting made their faces a little more dignified.

"Susu!"

A monk exclaimed from the side, but when he looked back, he saw Chu Susu, who was supposed to cover her eyes, fell backwards, her eyes glazed over.

After the monk called a few times, Chu Susu's dull eyes glowed again, and he opened his eyes and asked in a daze, "Where am I?"

Ruchen said angrily, "You stole again?"

Chu Susu said weakly: "I didn't!"

"You peeked!"

"I, I, I, that was an unintentional mistake!"

Ruchen shook his head: "If Master hadn't said something to save your life, you would have lost your life long ago!"

Chu Susu was at a loss for words, her lips turned white, and she didn't know how to argue.

"Heart disease is hard to heal!"

Ruchen sighed and accused Chu Susu's behavior of a heart disease.

Want to steal everything.

He didn't know that this was the weirdness of the portal thaumaturgy.The more obsessed with a certain rule, when it is almost pathological, you can get a glimpse of the door.

It was precisely because of "stealing" that Chu Susu had a heart attack that she entered the [Stealing Gate], and she wanted to steal everything she encountered.

Seeing that Chu Susu was fine, Zheng Xiu looked away.

After a while of silence, Zheng Xiu whispered, "I saw a mountain, a waterfall, a few withered pine trees, and a tomb."

Obvious surprise flashed across Fengbei's eyes, and he asked without answering, "Are you sure?"

Zheng Xiu frowned: "What's wrong?"

Feng Bei lowered his head, lifted his fingers to lightly rest his chin, and acted in contemplation. After a while, he said: "I saw a lush forest with traces of fighting and bloody corpses in the forest. The most important thing is..." Feng Bei raised his head, In a calm tone, he said something that shocked Zheng Xiu: "I saw a badge hanging on the tree. If I read it correctly, it should be the badge of 28 Stars, East Seven Stars, and Xinhu."

so weird?
Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei saw completely different pictures on the same painting.

Painting is born from the heart?

Zheng Xiu suddenly turned his head and asked Chu Susu, "What did you see?"

"I..." Chu Susu was about to argue that I didn't look at it, but when she saw Zheng Xiu's sharp eyes, she could only honestly say: "I saw the sun in the yellow sand, and there was a horse on the desert. It seemed to be sitting on the ground immediately. Man, just as I wanted to see who was sitting right away, I was woken up by the master."

The three people saw different pictures on the same painting.

At this time, Zheng Xiu looked at Ruchen again.

Ruchen knew what Zheng Xiu wanted to ask, so he shook his head: "Young monk didn't peek."

The old monk put the painting away again, wrapped it in oilcloth, and tied it tightly.

Movement is slow.

It wasn't until he put away the painting of Gongsun Mo carefully, even somewhat cautiously, that the old monk said, "Ruchen, see off the guest."

Ruchen nodded, and stretched out his hand towards the main hall gate to salute: "My promise to you two, I have already done it, I believe you have also fulfilled a wish, please go back."

Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu shook his head slowly.

When the two were about to step out the door.

"Wait a minute."

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei stopped at the same time.

At this time, Zheng Xiu couldn't tell whether he stopped under the influence of thaumaturgy, or stopped after hearing that sentence.

But it doesn't matter now.

The candlelight in the main hall flickered, and the figure of the old monk disappeared in the dark hall.

"The old monk has a saying... to benefactor Zheng Shan."

"Please say."

"It's hard to tell the truth from the truth, from black to white, from right to wrong."

Zheng Xiu was taken aback: "What does the master mean by this?"

"You... do it yourself."

After the old monk finished speaking, he stopped replying.

Zheng Xiu was speechless for a moment.

The old monk's "Waiting Zen" made Zheng Xiu lose any temper.

Walking out of the main hall, Ruchen saluted inwardly, and then respectfully closed the door of the main hall.

At this time, Ruchen breathed a sigh of relief: "Master has hardly received outsiders these years, never thought that Master would make an exception to see you today."

"Thank you Master Huahua."

Zheng Xiu nuzzled at Fengbei and walked outside Yunliu Temple.

Ruchen obeyed the old monk's instructions and sent him respectfully all the way to the door.

The rest of the monks are still taking inventory of supplies in the aftermath of the fire and looking around to see who started the fire.

On the way, Zheng Xiu talked about the fact that he saw someone hiding in the woods.

Ruchen smiled when he heard the words, and said that Yunliu Temple was safe and sound as there were other masters in charge of it.

"Thank you for worrying, but you can rest assured."

Ruchen smiled.

"May I ask a question, how did Master Wait and Wait for the 'Wait and Wait Zen' be practiced?"

Zheng Xiu was really curious.

Ruchen suddenly let out a chuckle, with a strange wretched look on his face, but the strange expression disappeared in a flash, Ruchen coughed twice, and replied: "I once heard that when I was young, the master was just guarding the gate." Whenever a monk sees someone visiting, he will take the initiative to say "wait a moment". When the visitor sees the master's goodness, he can't help but stop. Wait, stop, and talk. Decades of time go by, and suddenly one day , the master is done."

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei looked at each other.

Can this fucking work?
Zheng Xiu was sure that the master's thaumaturgy had nothing to do with him.

Wait for the age of the master to be how many years ago.

In other words, before Baili Village, thaumaturgy existed in the world, but it was hidden too deep and no one cared about it.

Relieved, Zheng Xiu walked out of Yunliu Temple.

In the forest, Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu walked side by side, Feng Bei calmly said: "The painting has its own world, and it is very likely that it has become a special ghost."

"You think so too?"

Zheng Xiu smiled: "Do you think that painting is a weird thing?"

Feng Bei thought for a moment, then shook his head: "In my opinion, it doesn't look like it. If Gongsun Mo, who lived 200 years ago, was a natural stranger, once he died, the strange things attached to him would also disappear in the world." Between the heavens and the earth. One day, the weird thing will appear by itself, and another owner will be born with it. Unless..."

"Unless anything."

Feng Bei: "Unless, Gongsun Mo is still alive."

Zheng Xiu was noncommittal.

He thought it was impossible.

But so far, nothing is impossible.

Feng Bei then said: "They are fixed in the painting. Cannibal painting cannibal painting, if there are ghosts and monsters hidden in that painting, everything can make sense. They are all drawn into the painting."

Zheng Xiu frowned: "But there is one thing that doesn't make sense. The conditions for the formation of ghosts and creatures are extremely harsh, and they need to be formed at the junction of the eternal darkness and the eternal world. To get close to the eternal darkness, a large number of human souls need to 'attack' the barrier of the eternal darkness and the eternal world. A painting... No, maybe it only makes sense if Gongsun Mo is a real natural alien."

Zheng Xiu originally wanted to say that it was impossible according to the conventional theory.But thinking about the experience during this period of time, Zheng Xiu felt that as long as he had a little relationship with other people, nothing was impossible.

The alien is born in the doorway, and cannot be deduced with common sense.

Whether it is Zheng Xiu's "Prisoner" or Fengbei's "Executioner", it is the same.

"Since the painting is in the hands of Master Waiting, with our Ye Weiyang's style, it's inconvenient to grab it."

Fengbei Road.

Zheng Xiu showed helplessness: "Indeed, we have no grievances or enmities with him. We even asked to take a look at the painting, and waited for the master to satisfy us. If it was a hard grab, Zheng would be a bit unwilling. But then The weirdness of the secondary painting has indeed aroused Zheng's interest."

Feng Bei nodded: "If that painting really hides ghosts and creatures in it, the missing stars and Xia Xiansi must be trapped in the painting. The Ye Weiyang waist card I saw at a quick glance does not seem to be fake."

Zheng Xiu asked with a smile: "What do you think? Do you want to fulfill Ye Weiyang's duty to save people?"

A slight smile appeared on Feng Bei's face: "Feng Bei will do what Brother Zheng thinks."

The implication is that everything is decided by Zheng Shan.

"The two sisters and uncle..."

Chu Susu was like a child who did something wrong, her eyes flickered, and she raised her hand weakly: "There is one thing... I... I..."

"I couldn't help but try it before I left."

"I want to say that the old master is kind-hearted and doesn't know how to curse."

"did not expect,"

She took out the hand hidden in the skirt, and as if by magic, pulled out a long oil bag from the thin chest.

Chu Susu lowered her head and handed over the cannibal painting: "If I stole it casually, I will steal it."

Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei showed astonishment and were speechless for a while.

Chu Susu knew that she had done something wrong.

Unable to hold back for a moment, he stole the painting.

Looking at the expressions of his uncle and sister at this moment, he thought they were angry.

After all, not long ago, my uncle said not to do anything without his orders.

"I just couldn't hold back." Seeing the two were silent, Chu Susu thought that Feng Bei and Zheng Xiu were angry, so she asked timidly, "Then, do you want to return this painting?"

……

Not long after Zheng Xiu, Feng Bei, and Chu Susu left.

In Yunliu Temple.

In the main hall with the door closed, the old monk was alone, beating the wooden fish in the dark.

The hollow and dull knocking sound of the wooden fish echoed in the empty main hall, once, twice, three times, four times...

The old monk's movements of knocking on the wooden fish became slower and slower.

suddenly.

The old monk stopped beating the wooden fish and let out a long sigh.

call out.

The long-burning candles in the main hall flickered violently, and were extinguished one by one in a blink of an eye.

In an instant, the main hall was pitch-black and dull, and you could not see your fingers.

"ah--"

I don't know when, on the beam of the main hall, a black raven stood on it, until the candles in the room were completely extinguished, the crow croaked, shrill and strange.

"Since you're here, why don't you show up?"

The old monk said to the empty door.

The raven on the beam seemed to understand the words of the people, swooped down, and circled at a low speed by the door.

As the raven danced, black crow feathers began to fall from the raven's body.

First, one of the crow feathers twisted and squirmed in the darkness, turning into the second raven like flesh and blood.

The second raven continued to fly, fluttering its feathers.

There are more and more ravens flying in the main hall, and the feathers of the crows seem to have turned into fresh flesh and blood, turning into agile black ravens out of thin air.

The spinning crows are like a storm, and the flying crows hit each other and twist into one.The ravens screamed, and the ravens turned into blood and pieces of meat in the collision.

The forcibly mixed blood and minced meat looked like a deep black hole in that corner, like an abyss.At this time, a tall figure with siblings walked out slowly.

The black figure was wrapped in a tattered black cloth, the most eye-catching thing was a head of snow-white dry messy hair, a thin face, and several layers of thick red cloth covering the eyes.In the red cloth, there are six blood-colored glimmers faintly, like six eyeballs hidden behind the red blindfold, which is chilling.

If Zheng Xiu were here at this moment, he would be surprised to find that the abyss-like haze made of the raven's flesh and blood was somewhat similar in shape to Zheng Xiu's teleportation channel when he was in the prison and opened the [post].

After walking out of the passage, the strange man with long hands and feet, white hair and a head of white hair, stood quietly aside.

"call--"

"call--"

When "his" chest rose and fell, the sound of "his" long breathing echoed in the main hall.

"Ye Weiyang, the crow breeder."

The old monk revealed the identity of the strange man, but his cloudy eyes did not stay on the "crow man", but fixedly stared at the passageway of the crows.

"National teacher, oh national teacher," the old monk sighed, "Don't come here unharmed?"

"The national teacher is dead, and I am the Lord of the Night." A powerful voice came from the passage, but he did not show up.

The old monk was silent.

Yezhu smiled and said, "Thank you for sending the painting to 'Renzhu'."

The old monk closed his eyes and frowned: "This is their choice and has nothing to do with the old monk."

Yezhu was silent for a moment, and said: "Old friend, you don't need to feel guilty. This place is just a big empty dream, you knew this earlier, why bother to be persistent."

The old monk said: "If the dream does not wake up, it is true."

"Dreams are still dreams, fakes are hard to come true. What I did was to set things right and get everything back on track."

Old monk: "Sin."

Yezhu: "It's not a crime."

The old monk showed pain on his face: "Please go back."

From the beginning to the end, the mysterious night master never showed up.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

The old monk hit the wooden fish again, his heart sinking like water.

The crowman turned and walked back to the passage in silence.

The dark and deep passage gradually narrowed, and before the passage completely disappeared, the voice of the Lord of the Night seemed to come from the sky, and it continued for a long time.

"One thought is born, one thought is extinguished, you and I are born in a dream, and die in a vacuum."

"He...will never wake up."

Leaving behind a strange sentence, the crowman, the channel, and the night master completely disappeared before the eyes of the old monk.

Puff, puff, puff, puff.

After the passage disappeared, the extinguished candles were rekindled, and the main hall was restored to light.

Where the Raven Passage disappeared, a black and viscous liquid like asphalt was left behind.

boom!
suddenly.

A figure crashed into the palace door, landed on all fours like a wild animal, and moved its nose, as if smelling something.

This person has a ferocious face, his pupils are upside down, and he is returning like dust from seeing off guests.

"Cough! Old bald donkey, you want to harm me!"

Ruchen's face was crazy, his throat trembled, and he let out a hoarse roar.

He waved his arms and rushed towards the old monk, but his feet stepped on the dark and viscous liquid, slipped and rolled towards the old monk.

"Wait a minute."

"Wait a minute."

The old monk performed Waiting Zen, and the speed of rolling like dust became slower and slower. When he reached the old monk, he landed in mid-air little by little, and just knelt on the futon, his eyes closed tightly.

"Wait a minute, don't worry."

The old monk's dignified eyebrows gradually softened, and he touched Ruchen's bald head.

"Don't worry."

The old monk's hands turned left and right on his bare head, and the more he turned his hands, the calmer his expression became.

The three words "wait a minute" sounded like a magic voice, and Ruchen's distorted expression turned into an innocent child in an instant, and it was also like a white lotus growing in the mud, spotless, reflecting his true heart.

Ruchen opened his eyes, blinked playfully, stuck out his tongue and said with a smile: "Hehehe... Thank you, master~"

The candlelight is bright, shining on the dusty tongue with strange tattoos on it.

The writing on the tattoo is clear, clearly the word "Renchen"!
(End of this chapter)