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

The old monk slowly turned the scroll on the ground and rolled out the yellowed scroll bit by bit.

As the scroll unfolds, the changing white clouds, solitary peaks, mountain waterfalls, rugged withered pines, and a few strokes of ink outline a picture of ancient pine trees with green mountains and white clouds.

Landscape pictures?

Zheng Xiu looked carefully and was suddenly startled.

It seems, nothing special.

The old monk's movements quickened.

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

This landscape painting uses thick and light ink to roughly outline the whole picture, and uses a minimalist painting style to depict a majestic scenery. The atmosphere is atmospheric, but it also gives people a feeling of being above the heaven and earth, overlooking the world from a high place.

Guao. 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.

Although it is inconspicuous, why did Zheng Xiuhui notice that lonely tomb at a glance?

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

As the saying goes, a little red among the greenery, such a strong contrasting color makes the bloody words on the lonely grave the finishing touch, making it unforgettable at a glance.

What words are written on it?

Zheng Xiu stood up unknowingly, and the blood characters on the lonely grave suddenly became distorted and grew larger and larger. Zheng Xiu's wide eyes began to become bloodshot, and he felt as if a deep figure appeared on the scroll.

The whirlpool drew him closer, drew him forward, and drew him to see more clearly.

Zheng Xiu felt that he was about to see clearly what the bloody words on the lonely grave were.

"Wait a minute!"

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

The words "Wait a minute" were like an invisible big drum, banging in the minds of the three of them. Zheng Xiu felt that on the seemingly ordinary landscape painting, the twisted blood words were no longer twisted, and the whirlpool

It also disappeared, and the painting was quickly moving away from his sight.

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

What just happened?

Zheng Xiuru woke up from a deep dream. Only then did he notice that he had stood up at some point and took two steps towards the old monk's futon.

Next to it is Fengbei.

Feng Bei seemed to be attracted by some strange attraction, and stood up and walked towards the old monk.

The two of them did not sit down again. A simple painting made their faces look more solemn.

"Susu!"

A monk shouted from the side. When he looked back, he saw that Chu Susu, who should have been covering her eyes, fell backwards, her eyes dull.

After the monk called a few times, Chu Susu's dull eyes regained their brilliance. After opening them, she said blankly: "Where am I?"

Ruchen said angrily: "You stole it again?"

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

"You peeked!"

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

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

Chu Susu was suddenly speechless, her lips turned white, and she didn't know how to argue.

"Heart disease is difficult to cure!"

Ruchen sighed again and accused Chu Susu's behavior of being mentally ill.

I want to steal everything.

But he didn't know that this was the weirdness of the magic of the door. The more you are obsessed with a certain rule, and when it is almost pathological, you can see the door.

It was because of "stealing" that Chu Susu had a heart attack, so she entered the "Stealing Gate". She always wanted to steal everything she encountered.

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

After a moment of silence, Zheng Xiu whispered: "I saw a mountain, a waterfall, a few dead pines, and a tomb."

Feng Bei's eyes flashed with obvious surprise, and he asked instead: "Are you sure?"

Zheng Xiu frowned: "What's wrong?"

Feng Bei lowered his head, raised his fingers to gently support his chin, and said after a moment: "I saw a lush forest. There were traces of fighting in the forest, and there were bloody corpses. The most important thing is..." Feng Bei raised his head,

In a calm tone, he said something that shocked Zheng Xiu: "I saw a waist tag hanging on the tree. If I read it correctly, it should be the Twenty-Eight Stars, the East Seven Stars, and Xinhu's waist tag.

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So weird?

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

Painting comes from the heart?

Zheng Xiu suddenly turned around and asked Chu Susu: "What did you see?"

"I..." Chu Susu was about to argue that I didn't see it, but when she saw Zheng Xiu's sharp gaze, she could only say honestly: "I saw the scorching sun on the yellow sand, and there was a horse on the desert. It seemed to be sitting on the horse.

Man, I just wanted to see who was sitting right away, when I was woken up by the master."

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: "The young monk didn't peek."

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

The movement is very slow.

It wasn't until he carefully put away the painting by Gongsun Mo that the old monk said, "Ruchen, see the guests off."

Ruchen nodded, stretched out his hand towards the main hall door and saluted: "The monk has already completed what I promised you two. I believe you two have fulfilled your wish. Please come back."

Feng Bei looked at Zheng Xiu.

Zheng Xiu slowly shook his head.

Just as the two were about to step out of 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 due to the influence of thaumaturgy, or whether he stopped after hearing those words.

But it doesn't matter now.

The candlelight in the main hall flickered on and off, and the old monk's figure disappeared into the dark hall.

"The old monk has a saying...give it to the almsgiver Zheng Shan."

"Please say."

“It is difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, between black and white, and between right and wrong.”

Zheng Xiu was stunned: "Master, what do you mean by this?"

"You... take care of yourself."

After the old monk finished speaking, he stopped replying.

Zheng Xiu was speechless.

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

After walking out of the main hall, Ruchen saluted inside and then respectfully closed the door of the main hall.

At this time, Ruchen let out a long sigh of relief: "Master has hardly received outsiders in these years. I never expected that master would make an exception to see you today."

"Thank you, Master Huahua."

Zheng Xiu nuzzled towards Fengbei and walked towards the outside of Yunliu Temple.

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

The remaining monks were still counting supplies in the aftermath of the fire and looking around to see who had set the fire.

On the way, Zheng Xiu mentioned that he saw a figure hiding in the woods.

Ruchen smiled when he heard this and said that Yunliu Temple was safe and sound as the masters were in charge.

"I'm sorry for your worries, but you can rest assured."

Ruchen smiled.

"I would like to ask, how did you master the 'Waiting Zen' of Master Waiting?"
To be continued...