In the fast crossing, she relies on beauty and commits murder

Chapter 451 The Legend of the Charming Demon (45)

Just like using a compass to search for the source of the magic energy before, he placed his palm above the lotus picture, closed his eyes and began to recite the Buddha's words silently.

Following his movements, something slowly spread out from the lotus painting, and then dispersed into countless small light spots. It wobbled away from the painting and broke into the air. The middle position condensed into a small light cluster.

Chong Yuan's actions have not stopped yet.

The little light cluster gradually underwent further changes.

The round light cluster like a small fruit gradually elongated and was replaced by a thin strip.

And a section of the thin strip gathered again, and then a small spike appeared very slowly.

The pointed head seemed to point in one direction, and then changed direction tremblingly. After wandering like this for a while, it finally stopped completely.

The direction it points to is actually exactly the same as the previous compass!
"The capital..."

Monk Chongyuan who opened his eyes didn't feel any surprise when he saw such a result.

After all, before he left, Ayou had said that he was going to the capital.

However, at that time, he originally planned to go with her, but unexpectedly, he received a summons from the teacher and had to leave immediately.

Knowing that there might be danger on the way, he also specially left a note telling her not to go alone.

"Should have known..." Chong Yuan stood in the room and shook his head, "It's strange that her temper is really obedient..."

He should be annoyed, but he couldn't help laughing.

Fortunately, before he left, he exchanged money for this embroidery, which bears Ayou's own breath.Although more information cannot be known, she can still know where she is now, whether she is alive or dead.

Now knowing that she has never encountered any danger to her life, her heart is mostly stable.

As for the original intention of taking this embroidery before leaving...

Monk Chongyuan would not admit that he didn't think about such a long-term thing at the time, but he just didn't want people to hide things from Ayou.

Forget about the peony picture specially embroidered for the noble concubine, this lotus picture is Ayou's first practice handicraft.

Of course he couldn't leave such a meaningful thing to others.

So, even though he was rushing to leave, Monk Chongyuan still went to Yixianfang halfway, left double the money, and took the embroidery.

Now it just came in handy.

With a flick of his sleeves, the lotus painting disappeared.

At the same time, the brocade robe on his body also changed, the original snow-white monk robe reappeared, and the black hair with the turban disappeared without a trace.

In an instant, the handsome son became a holy monk again.

Chong Yuan once again looked around at the surrounding decorations.

This room belonged to Ayu.

A carved wooden bed with gauze curtains, an exquisite dressing table, and some ingenious gadgets...

If it weren't for the dust everywhere, it would really make people think that there is no difference from before.

This depressed appearance reminded him all the time - Ayu hadn't appeared here for a long time.

Monk Chongyuan sighed inwardly, twisted his two fingers together, and made a gesture of praising the Buddha's name on his chest.

There was no sound, and there was no fluctuation. It was as if there was an invisible force in the whole house that wiped everything clean.

The room that was originally full of dust suddenly took on a new look.

Monk Chongyuan nodded in satisfaction, stared straight ahead, and slowly disappeared in place.

The small courtyard once again returned to its usual calm, as if no one had ever been here.

In the capital, Ayou was sitting bored in a tea house.

The location of this teahouse is very second, and the location is considered to be one of the best bustling routes in the capital.

No matter where you come from or where you are going, you must pass through this place.

Ayou came here today, of course not just to drink those two cups of tea.

To drink tea, the quality in Prince Ping's Mansion is much better than here, and there are special staff to serve it!

Sitting here is just to find out the guy who left the demonic energy on the servant girl Xiaocui.

After solving this matter, her relationship with Prince Ping's Mansion can be completely cleared up, and she can leave the capital just around the corner.

However, since she came to the teahouse early in the morning, she has not found any trace of that thing until now.On the contrary, she herself attracted some people's secret observations, and even the business in the teahouse improved a lot.

Of course, Ayou didn't feel uncomfortable when others were staring at him. He sat very securely on the chair without feeling anxious at all.

On the contrary, the servant girl of Prince Ping's mansion, who was following beside her, turned her body sideways and actively blocked her.

This is Prince Ping's benefactor, how could he be surrounded by these people rudely?

"Ugh……"

Ayou rested his chin and looked out of the window. The word "boring" was clearly written on his face with a pen.

Seeing more and more people peeping in this direction in the teahouse, and seeing Ayou's meaning, the servant girl next to her took the initiative to ask: "Miss Ling, it's almost time for dinner, why don't you go back to the house first?" , will you come again in the afternoon?"

Ayu thought about it too.

Sitting here is not tiring, but it is also really boring.

It's better to go back and rest first, and it's the same when you come back after dinner.

"Then listen to...huh?"

After the few words he had just uttered, Ayou suddenly turned his head.

Her gaze was projected from the window, automatically swept across the crowd, and finally settled on the group of people passing by downstairs.

It was a group of bald monks.

The leader was an old man who looked to be seven or eighty years old, with long snow-white beards vertical to his chest, wrinkles on his face lined up one by one, and the corners of his eyes were full of marks left by the years.

The eyes of such an old man should be cloudy, but the eyes of this old man are calm and clear, making people feel that this is a person of great wisdom.

Besides him, a group of young monks behind were also wearing monk robes with calm faces.

This group of people walked through the crowd without saying a word, neither seeking alms nor chatting, just passing through the world of mortals quietly.

Looking at the group of people, Ayou thought of a certain bald monk who left without saying a word, wrinkled his nose immediately, and snorted coldly.

But in her eyes, apart from the superficial anger on the surface, there is more yearning that even she herself can hardly detect.

The group of monks also happened to walk down the teahouse.

The headed old monk seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly raised his head, and his eyes happened to collide with Ayou.

Ayou raised his eyebrows and looked over, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The old monk didn't look away immediately, but instead showed a kind smile to her.

There was no words, as if a dialogue between two people had been realized.

The next moment, he looked away at the same time.

One continued to walk forward, and the other retreated into the teahouse without looking outside.

The young man who was following the old monk saw the appearance of the abbot and looked up suspiciously, but saw nothing, so he could only follow along in a daze.

(End of this chapter)