Just when Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi were full of expectations, the person they imagined never appeared.
But the eminent monk did not move, smiling silently and looking at the ice wall in front of him.
As the ice wall melted, the murals behind the ice wall were revealed.
Those murals are connected in a ring shape, one after another, and connected together.
Tang Yinchen's eyes kept changing, from calm to surprise. He stood there and took in all the murals.
Suddenly, he saw the mural move, and the scene inside seemed to have changed. He blinked and took a closer look, but he saw that he was right.
To put it bluntly, this third floor looks like a wing where eminent monks live. It looks very wide, but the view is unobstructed.
When all the ice breaks away, a dynamic mural gradually becomes clear.
Not only did it attract Tang Yinchen's attention, but his heart clenched tightly along with the paintings on the wall, causing great pain.
On the first mural, there is a picture of a monk in white robes. He is sitting cross-legged on a rock in front of a shallow beach. His eyebrows are stretched out, his expression is carefree and lazy, and streams of Buddha light are swirling around the monk's body.
The monk's robe was splashed with water stains as the fish jumped up and then fell into the water.
The golden Zen staff floated on his right rear and rotated slowly, about nine feet long. He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a faint golden light in the orange pupils. The corners of his lips curved slightly,
His eyes were full of compassion.
Stretching out a slender finger towards the water surface, I heard a sound of water, a silver-blue fish jumped out of the water, countless water droplets rose up, and then fell back into the water with a splash.
, its sound is clear and sweet.
The fish seems to be human and is jumping for joy. The silver and blue scales are overlapping and the sunlight is shining on the layers of scales, which is really beautiful.
The fish seemed to do it on purpose. When it jumped up, its lips happened to touch the monk's fingertips. When the monk was stunned for a moment, it fell back into the water again, turned around, and shook its bright fish tail at the monk.
, and then walked away.
The monk shook his head helplessly and chuckled...
At this moment, the mural was still, and the image was fixed on the monk's face.
Tang Yinchen took a few steps forward, took a closer look, and then turned back to look at the 'demon monk' behind him who he self-defined.
"Is that you the monk on the mural?"
The eminent monk smiled and said nothing.
Yang Huanzhi became anxious and called out, "Yinchen? What happened? What is the mural you are talking about? Is it dangerous?"
Tang Yinchen frowned, "I don't know, there are a lot of murals on the walls around here. Lao Yang, when I have a good look at them, I will tell you all about them."
"Okay!" Yang Huanzhi responded without hesitation.
Tang Yinchen became curious about those murals. Just as he was about to go to the second mural, he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Yang Huanzhi.
As expected, he stood motionless on the spot, his pupils dull and a smile on his lips. One hand was in front of his lower abdomen, and the other was behind his back. Because the hair tie was a little loose, a few strands of hair were scattered.
His body was originally in good shape, but now his complexion was as pale and lifeless as a living dead.
Tang Yinchen's eyes were as dark as ink, and his brows furrowed even more tightly. He walked quickly to Yang Huanzhi and held his wrist, saying disgustedly, "You look like a weak scholar. I guess there will be a breeze."
Even if I can blow you away, you dare to block my sword."
Yang Huanzhi's wrist hurt from his grip, "Yinchen, why are you so crazy?"
"Lao Yang! Remember this for me! In the future, wherever I go, you will go! Just follow me! If I don't let you go, you are not allowed to go anywhere! If I don't allow you to die, neither will the Lord of Hell.
Don’t even think about accepting it!”
Tang Yinchen's tone was stiff, but mixed with a bit of grievance and fear.
"Yinchen, I..."
Yang Huanzhi didn't care about the pain in his hand, and quickly wanted to say a few words of comfort, but as soon as the bastard finished what he said, he suddenly stopped thinking.
"If you are really seduced by a blind person one day, causing me to go to the underworld to look for you, don't be obsessed with the legendary and incomparably beautiful Po Meng.
, and refuses to leave with me. If this is true, I will definitely turn the hell upside down!"
"Meng Po is rumored to be the most beautiful woman in the six realms... Even if she is fascinated, there is nothing wrong with her." Yang Huanzhi noticed a cold air coming from the bottom of his heart, and his smile suddenly stiffened. He paused deliberately and said, "But
, she can’t, you can even better.”
Tang Yinchen's expression was frozen, and he suppressed the ecstasy for unknown reasons. For a moment, he suspected that the man in front of him was definitely not the old-fashioned scholar he was familiar with.
But...this...
He moved his hands lightly, coughed twice awkwardly, and was speechless.
"Come with me."
His voice was slightly dull, he let go of Yang Huanzhi's wrist, pulled his sleeves, and walked side by side to the mural opposite.
Facing the two people's jokes, the eminent monk's eyes remained calm. It wasn't until the two people walked away that he nodded slightly and without trace at the door.
Tang Yinchen led Yang Huanzhi to the second mural, glanced at it and said, "The mountains in this painting are shrouded in mist, and you can vaguely see a temple."
"temple?"
Yang Huanzhi tilted his head slightly and moved his ears, but did not hear the sound.
"Well, it's a temple. It seems to be quite old. It's very dilapidated. Even the walls are peeling off. On the roof, it may have rained. It's raining heavily outside and light rain inside. There is a huge Buddha statue halfway up the mountain.
There's nothing else... there's nothing else next to it."
"This third painting seems to be the same stream, with the monk still meditating on the stone."
"The fourth painting...the monk chants sutras."
"The fifth picture...is still the same monk, he is watching the sunset on...the roof."
"Hey... why are they all monks?"
Tang Yinchen took Yang Huanzhi and walked forward for a long time. The same monk was always in the painting, and he couldn't help but feel a little tired.
He yawned, looked in the direction he came from, and said impatiently, "I know that you, a monk, seem to be living a boring life. You only meditate, chant sutras, and admire the moon and stars all day long. But you are actually leisurely and elegant."
Creating a mural for yourself? Hmm... In this way, it actually seems a bit more humane."
Suddenly, his smile froze, and he opened his eyes wide. He saw the white mist filling their rear, and the figure of the 'demon monk' in his heart was no longer visible.
"Yinchen?" Yang Huanzhi asked softly.
"Ah? I'm here! I'm here!" Tang Yinchen turned his head and immediately put away the strange look in his eyes, and returned to his talkative appearance, "Hey! There are all those monks in this painting! No matter how beautiful the scenery is,
It's beautiful, but it's so boring! No wonder, if it weren't for this, I'm afraid he wouldn't hide here."
Yang Huanzhi narrowed his eyes, and Tang Yinchen's hand trembled slightly unconsciously, making him slightly uneasy.
He raised his dull eyes and suddenly smiled, "Yinchen, we will go home alive together, right?"
"This is natural." Tang Yinchen laughed "hehe" twice to hide his discomfort. This chapter has been completed!