Yang Huanzhi took his hand out of Tang Yinchen's hand and put it on his wrist. He pondered for a moment, his eyebrows relaxed and his smile was light.
"Let's keep walking."
"good."
Tang Yinchen glanced at the fog behind him a few more times, and in a daze, he seemed to hear the sound of clear water.
'tick'
'tick'
'tick'
"Eh? Lao Yang, did you hear the sound of water?"
Yang Huanzhi shook his head.
Tang Yinchen turned his head and raised his eyebrows, his ears moved slightly, but he heard no more noise.
"Oh, that's it, I heard it wrong."
After that, he shrugged and walked forward nonchalantly, concentrating on the mural.
Yang Huanzhi walked with him unhurriedly, walking slowly and steadily. The two strands of hair on his temples blew slightly with his steps, and a layer of 'frost' appeared in his eyes unconsciously.
The two walked one behind the other. Tang Yinchen looked at the repetitive murals in boredom, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he yawned from time to time, feeling very bored.
Occasionally, he would glance back and look relaxed, as if he was worried that Yang Huanzhi would disappear from him again.
After walking for about half an hour, the mural was finally no longer dull and boring.
A melodious sound of the piano reached my ears, and the melodious sound was like a ring.
Tang Yinchen immediately looked happy. He walked forward quickly, and after passing about a dozen murals, he saw that the murals had changed.
It's still the same monk in front of the stream.
I saw him sitting cross-legged, with a black long piano floating in the air in front of him.
Looking from behind, his back does not look lonely at all, but very leisurely. Instead, he seems to have already adapted to the boring days day after day. He doesn't know what to worry about and just plays the strings.
The slender fingers fall on the strings and they are plucked with ease. The posture is elegant and calm, the charm is elegant, the comfortable and leisurely posture seems to be willing to completely integrate with the world and return to nature.
The melody is sometimes deep and profound, sometimes transparent and soft, sometimes like a galloping horse rattling a bell, leaving those who listen to it feeling at peace.
When the sound of the piano stopped, Tang Yinchen and the two had not yet walked out from the sound of the piano. Suddenly, the water in the stream started to tremble, the water lines trembled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it turned red.
The scorching blood-red color pulled his thoughts back, and he exclaimed in shock, "Old Yang, the stream actually turned red! It's just that the flow didn't look like blood. It's strange, that monk couldn't be here
After staying in the deep mountains and forests for a long time, I was so depressed that I went crazy. I couldn’t help but want to break the law of eating meat, so I killed all the fish?!"
The specious speculations made him suspicious.
The blood-colored stream continued to rise, and a few feet away, a vortex quickly formed, seemingly thick and bubbling like boiling blood...
Looking at the people in the painting through the mural, Tang Yinchen clearly didn't smell the fishy smell, but he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with one hand.
In the mural, the monk suddenly stood up, waved his long sleeves, and the piano turned into a stream of light and was sucked into his palm.
With one hand behind his back, he stepped on the bloody stream and walked towards the whirlpool.
Walking in the air on the water, the soles of the shoes and the hem of the clothes are not wet.
Wherever it passed, it left behind a series of golden Sanskrit symbols...
When the water in the stream gradually turned dark red, a figure slowly emerged. That graceful figure looked like a woman. Look, she was only about 28 years old.
Even though she was enveloped in hazy mist, it was still possible to tell that she was not naked...
The monk seemed not to have expected this scene, and the base of his ears turned slightly red.
Tang Yinchen, who was outside the mural, opened his eyes wide when he saw this, held his breath, and hurriedly raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Suddenly he remembered something, and even though he knew Yang Huanzhi couldn't see him, he still covered his eyes.
The woman closed her eyes and breathed weakly. Her water-soaked hair stuck to her cheek, while the rest floated with the water.
It was vaguely visible that her skin was covered with horrific wounds. The wounds were deep enough to penetrate into the bones. The wounds were soaked in water and had begun to fester.
Even though the monk closed his eyes, he could still feel that the woman's signs of life were approaching zero.
The fingers in his sleeves tightened and relaxed. After repeating this several times, he silently recited "Amitabha" and slowly raised his left hand. The Zen staff from behind immediately flew towards him and fell into his hand.
At the same time, the golden light bloomed on the stream, and the water stopped 'boiling' until it became calm.
The monk slowly opened his eyes in a pair of strange orange eyes, his eyes neither happy nor sad.
The incantations that sounded obscure to Tang Yinchen kept coming out of his mouth, which made him feel a little dizzy.
The water in the stream seems to be controlled by it, gradually changing from dark red to transparent.
The woman's complexion also gradually improved, no longer as bloodless and lifeless as a dead person, and the wounds on her body were quickly healing with scars.
The moment the woman opened her eyes, the monk untied his cassock. The cassock seemed to have spirituality and actually wrapped the woman up on its own initiative.
"Huh? Is he a monk?"
When the water in the stream returned to its original color, the woman finally opened her eyes.
She was like a charming little demon who accidentally fell into the water. Her silver eyes were bright and bright, and the tail of her eyes was raised upward. When she showed a bit of smile, her eyes were mixed with enchantment.
The color is breathtaking.
Such a beauty fell in the eyes of the monk, but he remained motionless, not even raising his eyelids, but his ears were still red.
She slowly stood up from the water and was a little stunned when she saw the monk.
"Are you... a monk? Did you save me?" She looked around and found that she was actually in the water, and she was still wrapped in a cassock. Her face suddenly turned red and white, then turned red again, "You, you, you!
You perverted monk! You perverted thief! What did you do to this girl?!"
"Donor, this poor monk has passed away. I have no disrespect towards the girl."
The monk's voice was gentle and his eyes were calm and unruffled.
Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi had heard of Chen's name. Although they knew little about it, they never thought that they would meet Chen here.
"You are talking nonsense! You are not disrespectful to me, so where did this cassock on me come from? Please return my clothes quickly, otherwise, I will make it impossible for you to become a monk!"
The monk had been alone for a long time, and he had encountered people who strayed into the mountains, but he had never seen such an aggressive girl.
"The donor came from another world and was seriously injured. Your clothes must have been shattered when passing through the cracks. The poor monk did not store women's clothing, so he used the poor monk's cassock. Offended."
The woman sat in the water, with a suspicious look on her face, and tightened her cassock, "Well... Monk, please turn your back first!"
The monk nodded in agreement and turned his back.
The woman poked her head slightly from the side and saw that he turned his back and closed his eyes, and then felt relieved.
The fog around him still lingered, he muttered a spell silently, and a dark blue storage bag flew out of thin air.
While staring at the monk, wary of him suddenly turning around, she searched for clothes in the storage bag. This chapter has been completed!