Chapter 133 Crow Raiders Attack (5200 words long chapter)
Zheng Xiu strode into the main hall.
Last night he came with Feng Bei.
Now he is alone, carrying a scroll on his back, facing each other in the shadow of a candle.
In the main hall, the old monk with gray beard was still sitting on the futon, with the wooden fish in front of him having a smooth surface.
The old monk seemed to have sat there all night without moving a step.
Zheng Xiu passed a [Detection] when he came in.
He found that the two doors in the main hall were brand new, the positions of other futons had been moved, and there were nail scratches on one of the floors.
There was sandalwood burning in the four corners, but Zheng Xiu still smelled an indescribable smell from the quiet and elegant fragrance.
The flavor is very light and almost unnoticeable.
If I had to describe it, it smells like... bird droppings.
Although Master Waiting has a secret in his heart, he did make it clear from the beginning that the painting could not be handed over to Ye Weiyang. It was he who asked Chu Susu to steal the scroll and take it away from Yunliu Temple. Zheng Xiu would not do it without any reason.
Blaming Chu Susu, blaming this and that when something happens is not Zheng Xiu's style. A real tough man should have the courage to accept his mistakes, bear everything, and turn things around.
Suddenly.
Zheng Xiu watched the old monk sitting alone in the hall reciting "Wait a minute" while hundreds of thousands of crows performed in slow motion at the same time, and he cried out in his heart.
Yeah--Yeah---
"Yes."
He suddenly woke up and found that under the influence of [Painter], his thinking and decision-making seemed to be the same as usual, but he was strangely obsessed with pursuing Gongsun Mo's century-old paintings.
What is the relationship between the old monk and the Night Lord?
Why does the old monk call the Night Master an "old friend"?
Zheng Xiu was full of doubts, but at this moment, the ravens gathered in the sky were densely packed, and black crow feathers were floating down, as if there was a rainstorm made of crow feathers. Zheng Xiu had never traveled from Fengbei or Fengbei.
Yue Yan has heard about the deeds of the "crow farmer", and she doesn't know about the other party's magical skills. One can imagine the mystery of the crow farmer.
The operation this time was not to ask Zheng Xiu to withdraw. When Zheng Xiu heard the sound, his irritation in his heart was instantly "waited" and he gradually calmed down.
really!
The real stranger, Feng Bei, has always been very taboo about his own "doorway".
The old monk nodded and looked up.
But at this moment, Zheng Xiu vaguely figured out the connection.
The blue sky and daytime are clear, like a clean picture. The ravens flying from all directions are like someone accidentally smashing the ink tank, and the thick ink is polluted from all directions to the center. Zheng Xiu's imaginary metaphor is definitely not
Exaggeration, one can imagine that the number of ravens is extremely terrifying, and seems to indicate that some kind of terrifying existence is about to come.
When Ruchen turned back, a "charming" smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. That smile on Xiafei's cheeks made Zheng Xiu's scalp tingle. But before Zheng Xiu could take a closer look, Ruchen had jumped into the slide and slid into the darkness.
.
Between the two recitations, the old monk hurriedly reminded in the hall: "Let Ruchen take you away from this place quickly!"
But before he could make arrangements, Chu Susu ran away with Monk Hua in a daze. In a hurry, Zheng Xiu could only follow.
Thousands of crows approached from all directions. Zheng Xiu's expression changed. He turned back and pushed the door open to walk outside the palace. He found that there were thousands of ravens in the sky, gathering into a group, like an ominous black cloud, covering the sky.
The sun and the earth press towards Yunliu Temple.
Zheng Xiu complained: "Master, if you have anything to say, please say it directly."
"I beg you, Master, not to play riddles."
The visibility inside the cave was extremely low, but the strong man's physical fitness was far beyond that of ordinary people. He followed Ruchen all the way and swam quickly in the twists and turns of the cave.
Too much!
Crows are scavengers, and they accompany the dead. Since ancient times, crows have been regarded as ominous. Now a huge flock of crows is coming. Even though Zheng Xiu knows that the crows have no attack power, he is still amidst the overwhelming crows.
My whole body was tense, my hairs stood up, and it was difficult to relax.
"Why?"
As soon as the old monk finished speaking, dense crows came from outside the house, coming from a distance.
"time to go!"
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this, and then he couldn't help but laugh. His eyes were like torches, brighter than the candlelight in the palace.
The two looked at each other in silence.
Having said this, the master suddenly raised his head, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the ceiling of the main hall.
This moment.
He is the one to blame for all this!
It was because he was inexplicably attracted to Gongsun Mo's ancient paintings in order to deepen his knowledge as a painter, and he coveted "weird things" that were vague and uncertain or even non-existent, which led to Feng Bei ending up like this.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh-"
Yes! The master had said from the beginning that he was unwilling to hand over the painting, and the old monk also advised them to leave. However, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei didn't care, and were still obsessed with the "cannibal painting".
Zheng Xiu's expression changed again. He had never seen such a large number of ravens gathering together. Even the ravens hovering over the Imperial City of Daqian were not even one-third of the number of ravens flying towards Jiangjun Peak at this moment.
one.
The old monk did not say wait this time.
Can Gate Path Magic be played like this?
If the old monk is not born a different person, we can only say that he has gone deep enough in his own path, which is unfathomable.
Zheng Xiu spoke sincerely.
The old monk shook his head: "What you need to fear is the human heart."
Not long after, there was first the sound of falling water, like a waterfall, and then two sounds of falling water. Zheng Xiu's eyes lit up, he lowered his hips, and followed the inertia and was thrown out of the slide, downwards.
come down.
Every choice, every investigation, rather than saying that he is following the path of [Painter], it is better to say that he gradually forgets that he is not a real magician of [Painter] path at all!
Zheng Xiu did not blame Chu Susu. When Chu Susu successfully stole the scroll from the old monk, Zheng Xiu had every chance to return the scroll.
"Zheng Shan, I have met Master Bing."
"Quick! There is a cave under the water! You can escape from here!"
Waiting for the master to suddenly perform the technique, the sound was like a morning bell.
Only then did Zheng Xiu realize that the smell of bird droppings hidden under the scent of sandalwood when he entered was not an illusion. The crow farmer from Weiyang must have been here that night.
Strange objects do not confuse people's minds. Zheng Xiu is very sure that he was very sane while pursuing the scroll. However, once a magician who has entered a certain door knows, or vaguely knows, the existence of the door's strange objects,
, as if you can't help but be affected by the "weird thing", and you will long for that weird thing from the bottom of your heart.
Strange things, the reason why Ye Weiyang calls them weird things, may be because "they" are never some kind of gift or miracle given by God, but weird things!
The more Zheng Xiu thought about it, the more frightened he became. Something seemed to clear up the fog in his heart.
Therefore, from the beginning, everything that happened was due to the choices of Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei. They chose that painting, so Feng Bei was swallowed up, and Feng Bei and himself fell into the Night Lord's situation.
"Then please keep your story short."
After Ruchen said that, he took a deep breath and dived into the water.
"Wait a minute!"
Chu Susu then followed. Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows and looked at Chu Susu's back thoughtfully. Then, Zheng Xiu held the cloth strap that tied the scroll tightly with one hand and slid down the secret passage.
"An old friend gave this painting to the old man and asked him to hand it over to the benefactor in Fengbei."
"Quick! Let's slide down the mountain!"
"Thank you, Master, for your concern. I am not afraid of ghosts."
Zheng Xiu originally wanted Chu Susu to stay here. Firstly, he and Chu Susu were not that familiar, and secondly, the strong man carrying the scroll was the Raven Man's target. Once he left here, Yunliu Temple should be fine.
"If you want to save her, you need to be involved in...Gongsun Mo's ancient paintings like her." The master seemed to have known Zheng Xiu's answer for a long time. His expression was not at all disturbed, and he said slowly: "But, a narrow escape from death.
Please make a careful decision, Zheng Shan Donor."
"...Okay!" Seeing the strong man's firm tone, Chu Susu felt convinced in her heart. She took a deep breath and nodded to the strong man, indicating that she was fine.
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth, thinking that if he made a move, the other party would tell him to wait, Zheng Xiu held back, and asked again: "Then Zheng will ask again, is your old friend the night master of Ye Weiyang?"
Dude.
Wait for the master to pick up a small wooden hammer and land on the wooden fish, hitting a dull note.
"It's Ye Weiyang's crowkeeper!"
Zheng Xiu is not an unreasonable person.
After a moment of silence, the old monk sighed softly and finally told the truth.
"It's time for you to go!"
The layout of the side hall is simple. Ruchen opened a dusty futon in the corner. There was a secret passage hidden under the futon. Entering the secret passage, it turned out to be a slide that was built at an unknown time.
"The word 'common people' is too vague. There are millions of people, how can we save so many? Master just wants to ask this question, I choose Fengbei."
The lips of the two people came closer little by little, and the hot breath of the macho man blew Chu Susu's long eyelashes, and they were about to sip.
Ruchen climbed ashore, looked back and saw that Chu Susu, who had been brought to the shore by the tough man, was completely silent, her face was blue and purple, and she said in shock.
The three things seem to have no connection and are unrelated to each other.
Ruchen pointed in the direction of the side hall and urged Zheng Xiu to leave Yunliu Temple quickly, while Chu Susu stepped forward at a loss and said, "Uncle Zheng! Crows, so many crows!"
Thinking of the dead Xushu, he followed the path of the [Executioner], and he also had an almost pathological obsession with the [Executioner] of the foreigner Fengbei. This obsession eventually caused the Xushu to die without a complete body.
The old monk lowered his head, closed his eyes, and sighed.
Ruchen has been guarding the door. Now the macho man goes out and a flock of crows attack. Ruchen's face is panicked. He heard the master's instructions. When he was about to say something, the old monk said in a deep voice: "Go to the Jingxin Pool!"
"Come on! Come this way!"
"Susu is dead!"
Zheng Xiu didn't look surprised at all when he got the expected answer. When he was ambushed by Ye Weiyang and his wife in Jiangjun Town in December, Zheng Xiu had already deduced this possibility. From beginning to end, this was a target.
Fengbei's situation is not a question, but a result.
"Trick...!"
As the old monk recited "Wait a minute", the approaching speed of the ravens suddenly slowed down, and the speed of the "black" invasion in the sky slowed down, as if they were collectively performing a slow motion action.
No matter what reason the old monk had, he had advised Zheng Xiu and Zheng Xiu to leave right from the beginning.
Zheng Xiu was speechless.
Swimming through an arc-shaped waterway, the waves above your head are sparkling, and dust suddenly rises to the surface, protruding from the water, and you take a big breath.
The old monk's "Waiting Zen" is incredible, almost Taoist, and can no longer be measured by common sense.
"Susu, didn't you say that water is not good for you?"
"Uncle Zheng...I...you..." Chu Susu stood up at a loss, avoided a few steps and stood up. Her pale face suddenly turned red. She didn't know whether it was because she regained her vitality or because Lu'er was in her heart.
Chaotic arching.
Chu Susu looked a little flustered: "Uncle Zheng, Susu... is not good at water!"
Cold sweat broke out from Zheng Xiu's back. He shook his head vigorously and remained silent. He quickly denied this.
He felt that he was being persecuted and hallucinating. When the old monk knocked, the words "Wait a minute" came to his mind involuntarily.
"Plop!"
Hearing this, the master did not blame him and clasped his hands together: "Who can do without fault?"
Zheng Xiu took a deep breath, then chuckled, breaking the awkward silence and said, "Master, don't you have anything to say to Zheng?"
The moment he thought about it, he felt that the scroll on his back was as hot as a red-hot iron. He was horrified and quickly took off the scroll. But in an instant, the hot feeling disappeared, and the cloth wrapped in the scroll became rough and cool to the touch.
, as if the hot feeling just now was just an illusion born out of Zheng Xiu's temporary fear.
Zheng Xiu responded with a firm tone, "Besides, Feng Bei's life should not be decided by others."
The word "wait" is vaguely written on the old monk's barren forehead.
The inside of the slide was curved and not very flat. Zheng Xiu's buttocks hurt from sliding along the way. Chu Susu in front made sounds from time to time. She might cry out in pain or gasp or grunt, which showed that this slide also gave her all kinds of tastes on her buttocks.
, the bitter, spicy, sour and sweet taste is indescribable.
"I don't know."
Zheng Xiu looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. He was even mentally prepared to use his ultimate move. He stopped ten steps away from the old monk, turned his back to the exit, and bowed his hands.
The old monk left a sentence before Zheng Xiu and the three of them went out, "It's hard to tell the truth from the truth, black from black, right from wrong." It seemed to be reminding Zheng Xiu to be wary of Ye Weiyang.
Below is a deep and deep pool. Ruchen and Chu Susu surfaced. Just as Zheng Xiu was about to take off, Ruchen warned in a shocked voice: "Don't use the technique easily, as it will attract the attention of thousands of ravens!"
Zheng Xiu's heart moved. He touched the center of his eyebrows and secretly had an [Inspiration].
After the old monk said those two sentences, he recited "Waiting Zen" again, as if in the dark, he was fighting in the air with the "crow farmer" mentioned in the previous sentence.
"master!"
Zheng Xiu took a step back.
I do not know how long it has been.
As soon as these two sentences were said, the flock of black ravens in the sky came closer to Yunliu Temple. The monks in the temple had never seen such a terrible scene. More than a hundred monks looked frightened and surrounded the main hall, vowing to protect the old monk to the death.
The flower monk on the side stared wide-eyed.
"Plop!"
But before the hot breath from the macho man could reach him, Chu Susu suddenly trembled all over, arched her feet, sprayed a mouthful of turbid water on the macho man's face, and opened her eyes blankly.
"Wait a minute!"
Zheng Xiu took Chu Susu's hand and dived into the water. As she said, Chu Susu was not good at water. Under the water, Chu Susu was like a corpse, closing her eyes tightly and motionless.
Zheng Xiu felt relieved, and he entered the water like a macho man, raising a water column several meters high.
The air suddenly became quiet.
Can weird things confuse people's hearts?
wrong.
Could it be that the medium of these masters' magic is not sound or anything else, but themselves?
When someone knows that his name is "Master Dang Waiting", have they actually been influenced by "Dang Waiting Zen"?
Zheng Xiu smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, I'll take you with me! Just try your best to hold your breath!"
In the tragedy of Baili Village, Xu Shu died tragically because he longed for the executioner’s treacherous thing. What happened to him when he longed for the painter’s treacherous thing...
At this point, Zheng Xiu's words suddenly stopped, with a look of astonishment on his face. His thoughts, which were full of distracting thoughts, seemed to be split open by a bolt of lightning, and the chaos was pushed aside, revealing his bright heart.
Zheng Xiu suddenly realized when he recalled that every time he thought of this person, he could not help but think of "Wait a minute" in his mind.
Zheng Xiu frowned: "No, you lied. At that time, you clearly said that it was because you knew Feng Bei was Ye Weiyang that you were unwilling to hand the painting over to Feng Bei. You must know what would happen if you handed it over to Feng Bei.
You clearly know why it is Fengbei! You have known it for a long time..."
The old monk said: "This is not a riddle, but a proverb."
On the contrary, Ruchen was like a nimble fish at the bottom of the water, swimming to the bottom of the pool in the blink of an eye. There was a cave hidden among the water plants. Ruchen puffed up his cheeks and waved to Zheng Xiu before entering the cave.
Wait for the master to knock the wooden fish, click, click, click, and then start to perform the technique.
"Uncle Zheng, leave quickly!"
Zheng Xiu pulled Chu Susu after him and got out of the water easily. Putting Chu Susu on the shore, Zheng Xiu combed her wet hair back with five fingers. The perfect muscles under the tight-fitting clothes were like sculptures by famous artists.
"It doesn't matter, I'll save her with my mouth." Zheng Xiu said calmly. He didn't ask Ruchen for his opinion. He carried everything on his own, leaned over and pressed his lips to Chu Susu's pale mouth.
go.
"Wait a minute!"
When Zheng Xiu said these words, the temperature in the main hall seemed to drop a few degrees with Zheng Xiu's tone.
The painting style suddenly changed in the field of vision, with the old monk as the center and circles of gray ripples spreading to all sides.
"It's so important that it's hard to explain."
"Wait a minute!"
But why did he ignore this?
It's fine if others don't know. Zheng Xiu "personally" experienced the tragedy in Baili Village twenty-one years ago. How could he not know that strangers and monsters themselves are not risk-free things?
This is why Feng Bei always calls the killing power hidden in her hands "ominous"! Because in her opinion, becoming an "other" is itself a kind of ominous!
At the same time, it will also bring bad luck to those around you.
Wait a minute, master, wait a minute. The old monk made his name, his existence itself, and even the stories he spread in the world become a "medium"?
That's ridiculous.
Zheng Xiu felt like he was enlightened. Ever since he learned about the "cannibal painting" on January 1, everything that happened during this period flashed through his mind like a slideshow.
Seeing Zheng Xiu hugging the scroll tightly, Ruchen wiped the water on his face and said hurriedly: "That ancient painting is impervious to water and fire!"
Even if she didn't know how powerful it was, she could still sense that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
Zheng Xiu was surprised, remembering how rude and irritable he was when he came, he felt apologetic, so he clasped his fists and said: "Master, I have offended you a lot just now, please forgive me. All the reasons are mine, I am the one to blame."
Zheng Xiu's mind was clear and his thoughts were smooth at the moment. When he connected everything together, his clenched fists were filled with cold sweat.
There is a stone tablet beside the pool with three words engraved on it - Jingxin Pool.
Waiting Master: "Let me ask you, if I sacrifice one person, Fengbei Donor, the people will be safe. If I save Fengbei Donor, the world may fall into an abyss of misery. How do you choose?"
Zheng Xiu’s real doubt is...
Zheng Xiu stared at Chu Susu and asked. Before Chu Susu could answer, he suddenly flashed in front of Chu Susu and struck out like lightning. In an instant, he pinched Chu Susu's neck and covered her whole body.
Lift it in mid-air.
Chu Susu didn't expect this. She waved her hands to try to break away, and her feet kicked helplessly in the air. However, the brute force of the strong man's bare hands was like a beast, comparable to an iron hoop, and Chu Susu couldn't break free.
The macho man's friendly smile turned murderous in an instant, and he looked straight into Chu Susu's eyes.