The arrow engraved with the words "Guangyuan County Mansion Soldier" made a burst of wind in the corridor. After crossing a distance of more than thirty steps, it fell rapidly and shot straight towards the lotus tube.
Wang Shuang said "ah" and his pupils dilated.
The other young masters were all astonished.
Even Zhuo Mengyuan was secretly surprised.
The monk next to me showed his skill with this casual throw, and he was actually a master of throwing pots that was not inferior to Wang Shuang!
And the accuracy is quite good...
"Snapped!"
The tip of the arrow was firmly inserted into the outer wall of the skewer tube, and at the same time it knocked down the skewer tube.
It was only a few centimeters away from being shot into the lottery tube.
It's a pity that the pot didn't fall after all.
"oops!"
"Pity!"
"Yeah, just a little bit worse!"
Voices of regret arose one after another.
Wang Shuang slapped his thigh suddenly and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling both lucky and a little bit admired.
When he looked at Zhou Yi again, his eyes were different.
"What a powerful monk, I almost got hit!"
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together: "Donor Wang has given you the prize. Even if it's just a little bit short, it's still a miss."
Wang Shuang's face was filled with enthusiasm: "Come on, Master Yichen, let's have a serious contest."
Zhou Yi declined with a smile: "No, it's just luck to hit the wall at the right time. If you vote again, the secret will be exposed."
"Master Yichen is too humble."
No matter how Wang Shuang tried to persuade him, Zhou Yi just refused to make a second shot.
Zhao Haizhou and others also gathered around and teased Wang Shuang.
But because of this amazing and regrettable shot, the distance between Zhou Yi and the other young masters has become much closer.
No matter how Zhou Yi explained it, Wang Shuang, Zhao Haizhou and others insisted that he was a rare master of pot throwing. Wang Shuang even expressed his intention to let Zhou Yi come to his house and act as a guest.
Zhou Yi always kept a smile on his face and was polite. He neither deliberately alienated nor was particularly close. This made several young masters feel that he must also be from a famous family. He only chose to choose Zhou Yi because of his family's downfall and frustration.
Become a monk.
And this mysterious feeling hidden in the desolation actually aroused the curiosity of Wang Shuang, Zhao Haizhou and others.
Not far away, Zhuo Mengyuan looked at the white-robed monk who had unknowingly gotten along well with several young men, and couldn't help but shake her head slightly.
"After all, it is inevitable to fall into the cliché, and I don't know which county family I will become a customer in the future."
As the daughter of a prefect, she had seen too many people from all walks of life and all kinds of people, and she tried every possible means to become a guest in her family.
In comparison, the trick of pretending to be a monk, which is similar to "the one who wishes to take the bait," is quite refreshing and refined, and not so annoying.
The main thing is that he is handsome enough...
"...It's just a pity."
She murmured softly and turned around.
In the peripheral vision, I saw Fang Ziqi walking to the distant porch alone, bending down to pick up a bamboo stick from the ground.
This bamboo stick was originally hidden in the bamboo stick that Wang Shuang found.
Just because the lottery tube was crushed by Yichen's shocking throw, it also fell out.
There were dozens of bamboo sticks used to predict bad luck, but only this one was popped out.
Fang Ziqi stared at the bamboo stick, his face uncertain.
After a while, he turned around and looked at the handsome monk surrounded by Wang Shuang and Zhao Haizhou. Then his eyes moved to Zhuo Mengyuan with complicated eyes.
The sporadic night rain finally subsided.
All the young masters were also tired and went back to their meditation rooms to sleep.
When Zhou Yi walked into the Zen room, Fang Ziqi was already asleep and snoring deeply.
"Amitabha, good night, almsgiver."
After the rain, the wind and moon are quiet, and the birds and insects chirp in the empty mountains.
Around midnight, Zhou Yi, who was sleeping on his side with his back to Fang Ziqi, suddenly opened his eyes.
Fang Ziqi was kneeling beside the couch, slowly kneeling down and groping towards himself.
Fortunately, this person just patted himself on the back and did nothing else.
Zhou Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the "Tathagata Divine Palm" at the same time.
The next moment, Zhou Yi's eyes suddenly opened wide.
He never expected that Fang Ziqi would carefully cover himself with a quilt from behind.
"It's not easy for a person to go out and wander around the world, even if he is a fake monk. Haha, we are both from the end of the world, so how can I, Fang Ziqi, have the right to sympathize with you, brother?"
Listening to Fang Ziqi's low murmur that he thought no one could hear.
Zhou Yi's eyes were incomprehensible.
Good guy, do you have to say this when you are alone?
But it really comes to my heart... In order to keep an eye on you two, Xiaoseng actually chose to sleep on the same bed with you. It's so difficult!
The woman's deliberately lowered voice came from outside the door, "Is Yichen asleep?"
Fang Ziqi returned to normal, moved off the bed gently, and whispered: "I'm sleeping so deeply that we won't find our whereabouts."
Zhuo Mengyuan said: "I have been observing this monk for a day. He should have nothing to do with the monks of Yeguo Temple. He is just a wandering monk passing by. It's a pity that he found the wrong temple."
Fang Ziqi sighed softly: "In today's world, there are no real Buddhist temples and monks anywhere. But it is a pitiful person who is so destitute that he pretends to be a monk."
Zhuo Mengyuan did not refute, but nodded slightly: "This Yichen is quite elegant and has a good conversation. By the way, why did you take so long to look at the lottery before?"
There was a hint of uneasiness in Fang Ziqi's eyes: "It's nothing..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhuo Mengyuan had already raised her hand: "Take it out and show me."
Fang Ziqi hesitated for a moment, then took out the bamboo stick from his waist.
Zhuo Mengyuan took the bamboo stick and took a closer look, her expression suddenly changed.
"... When a declining tree meets the spring, a lonely boat encounters a strong wind. It has nothing to rely on when setting off, and everything is unsuccessful... It means that everything is not going well? It's good to put a lot in it."
Fang Ziqi said: "It's just a coincidence. Don't take it seriously. It's all because of Yichen who knocked over the lottery tube... However, I also have a strong intuition that your brother should be imprisoned here, or else he should be imprisoned here now."
Order the guards outside to seal the mountain and search the temple?"
Zhuo Mengyuan thought for a moment: "Don't worry, don't alert the snake before you find the evidence. Besides, it's enough for you to have Ziqi. Although they don't believe in your superb skills, Mengyuan saw you catch that man with her own eyes back then.
Head Yaksha."
Fang Ziqi turned his face away, his cheeks slightly red.
"Okay, Mengyuan, let's start now."
While talking, he took out a brand new brocade bag from his arms, twisted out fine medicinal powder, threw it in the air, and muttered something.
"hidden!"
A shallow white light flashed out, covering the two of them.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them slowly disappeared into the Zen room like snowmen melting into boiling water.
No matter how difficult it is to capture the mortal body with the naked eye.
On the bed, Zhou Yi stretched, then turned over to lie on his side, his eyes narrowed and facing the direction of the door.
In his line of sight, two transparent figures were tiptoeing out.
Although the two silhouettes are blurry, they seem to be a mosaic.
But it's not like real invisibility, completely disappearing.
At least that's how it seems to Zhou Yi...
"This invisibility technique is really lame."
Soon, the two of them pushed open the door and walked out, their footsteps gradually getting further away.
"I've signed my fortune, everything will go wrong... The young monk has already given such an obvious hint, but he's still stubborn and refuses to leave?"
Zhou Yi sighed softly.
He did not get up, nor did he make any plans to follow the two of them through the Qingyun.
He closed and opened his eyes, and an electric current seemed to flash through his mind:
...The footsteps of Zhuo Mengyuan and Fang Ziqi, the rustle of clothes rubbing against the wall, the squelch of grass blades and mud under their feet... all gathered together to form a lifelike picture.
As Zhou Yi inhaled three streaks of green smoke, his health-preserving power soared, and his ability to close his eyes and see objects became more and more proficient.
It was as if I were standing aside and watching with my own eyes the expressions, looks, and every move of these two people.