Between seas

April 25, first quarter moon.

The mountain behind Fengxian Temple was completely dark, and the foreground and foreground could not be seen, only the rustling sound of leaves in the breeze could be heard.Granny A Cui glanced at a few people with her head, then looked sideways at Eunuch Erzhu, and said in a girl's crisp voice: "Ah, we killed people in front of the gods."

Eunuch Er Zhu made a boy's voice: "We didn't think about killing people, who made this little bald man talk nonsense? He should be as damned as these two old tree demons who run a tavern."

"Yeah, yeah... But I don't think Shen Shenjun is as powerful as the rumors say, and he didn't even notice our little magic."

"Oh, this man surnamed Shen has returned his life to the ruins, and his cultivation level has also been scattered. He has a few days to live, and he has already fallen from his seat as a god. Although he killed a hundred thousand Nightmare monster, the scenery is beautiful. But now there is no way to see through our little spells, calling him a god is already flattering, maybe it will be gone in a few days."

Sanbao has always been timid, but after hearing this, she didn't know where she got the courage, so she raised her fist and rushed towards the two heads.She was so anxious that the circles of her eyes were slightly red, and she shouted: "Shut up!"

However, Jiang Yizhou is faster than Sanbao.

His face was gloomy, the veins on his forehead were swollen, and he twitched slightly with the sound of rapid breathing. At the same time, he threw the Mu Ci forcefully with his right hand.

Three Treasures had only taken two steps, and the silver-white gun tip had already pierced through the temples of the two heads, and the gun shaft was hanging in the middle of the two trees, buzzing and trembling.

The two heads stopped talking for a moment, and shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into two rotten pieces of wood and falling to the ground.

Jiang Yizhou belatedly went to see Shen Boru, and asked anxiously, "Ah Chen?"

Shen Boru's back stiffened, he knew what Jiang Yizhou was worried about, and he also knew that he couldn't show any sad expression at this time.He quietly put his trembling hands behind his back, lowered his eyes and smiled, "Yizhou, I promised you."

I want to go to many places with you to see the scenery.

I promised.

Jiang Yizhou's heart softened, he shook Shen Boru's hand, squeezed out a smile, and said in a low voice: "I remember."

Boss Qian didn't know what charades they were playing, so he took a few big steps back in embarrassment, far away from the little novice's body, pointed at the two heads that had turned into wood, and asked in surprise, "Master Immortal, the two monsters were killed. do you died?"

Shen Boru rubbed the white wolf hairs on the little novice back and forth with two fingers of his right hand, and shook his head: "They are not here. These two heads just recorded their expressions and voices, and they are placed here to be scary."

"Then how did this little master die?"

Shen Boru raised the white wolf hair in his hand to Boss Qian's eyes: "It's the Nightmare Suppression Technique. With the help of this white wolf hair, the curse that occurred at a specific time and place killed the little master."

Hard to guard against.

During the conversation, the mist gradually grew, dimming the moonlight.Boss Qian seemed to understand, so he continued to ask, but he saw a person approaching not far away.

The man was not tall, his right arm was raised, and his hand seemed to be holding something.

It was the soul of the little novice monk, walking slowly with a lamp in his hand.

Boss Qian quickly covered his mouth to prevent himself from shouting.

There is a folk saying that the soul will not dissipate immediately after death, but will linger in the world for seven days because of attachment.The deeper the obsession, the clearer the spirit body will appear.

The current situation shows that this little novice monk still has unfulfilled wishes.

Shen Boru asked: "Little Master, do you have anything else to do?"

The little novice didn't seem to know that he was dead, so he scratched the back of his head with the broken lamp: "It's something, what did you just say?" He thought for a moment, his eyes lit up: "Oh, yes, when it comes to transplanting These two old trees."

"These two old trees are not native to the Central Plains. They are called cedar, also known as sala trees. They were brought by foreign painters from outside Yumen Pass and planted in the temple to comfort their homesickness."

He smiled, and continued: "Later, some people said that these two old trees became spirits, and they would come to Luoyang City every few hundred years to sell a kind of sweet wine from their hometown to the people in the city. I heard that there is something to ward off evil spirits. The effect of the demon... No, no, I can't talk nonsense. Monks don't lie, Amitabha, sin and sin."

Sanbao said: "So, Granny Acui and Eunuch Erzhu just wanted to remind us when they gave us wine? Then they were discovered by those two monsters and cut off their heads..."

She couldn't help recalling the first time she saw Erzhu Gonggong, the old man with white hair on his temples was waving a bamboo pole angrily, trying to catch the pair of flower picking thieves.

She also suspected that he and Granny A Cui were evil monsters.

Sanbao's heart was sour, he lowered his head, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became inaudible.

Shen Boru was silent for a moment when he heard the words, he played with Chaosheng and said, "I want to catch them."

Jiang Yizhou clenched his hand: "Okay, grab it."

The three of them followed the little monk and walked towards the location of the ancient mural.

It was too late, and the painters had already rested, only a few lamps and candles were left to illuminate the main mural.

Half of the murals are new and half are old, all depicting grand scenes of singing and dancing.But the painting styles of the two are different. The old one has obvious modalities, bold and unrestrained lines, and a chic posture. Unfortunately, the colors have long since faded, and some characters can't even see their faces clearly.Although the new half is beautiful, it is not perfect, and one can tell it was painted in a hurry.

Comparing the two, it is hard to imagine that the painting is the same scene.

The little novice said: "Master told me that you must do what you say, otherwise you will be deceiving people, which is very bad. I brought a few of you here, and I have fulfilled my promise, so I will leave."

Holding the lamp, he smiled shyly and recited a Buddhist name. His figure disappeared in a blink of an eye like snow melting in the sun.

The broken lamp fell heavily on the ground and could no longer be used.

Shen Boru picked it up.

Suddenly, there were a few clear sounds of "clank——" from all around, and there seemed to be a beautiful girl hiding nearby, plucking her beloved pipa.

The sound of the pipa becomes clearer and clearer, the gurgling is like rain falling on a jade plate, and it is like singing birds and flying flowers, which is deeply affectionate.

Shen Boru felt that this piece of pipa seemed familiar, and when he thought about it carefully, it was the piece "Guan Shanyue" that Miss Yan once sang to Jingchuan Dao.

The bright moon rises from the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ​​clouds.

Tens of thousands of miles of long wind blows Yumen Pass.

Clouds and clouds flow on the old murals, and the characters painted dance and sing softly to the sound of the pipa, just like the scene of the heavenly palace.

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