Conspiracy

Chapter 483 Murals
Just when Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi were full of expectations, the imaginary person never appeared.

And the eminent monk didn't move, just smiled silently, staring at the ice wall in front of him.

As the ice wall melted, the murals behind the ice wall were exposed.

Those murals are in the shape of a ring, one after another, connected together in series.

Tang Yinchen's eyes changed constantly, from calm to surprise, he stood in place and had a panoramic view of all the murals.

Suddenly, he saw the mural move, and the scene inside seemed to have changed, and he blinked his eyes carefully, but he was right.

To put it bluntly, the third floor looks like a wing room where eminent monks live. It looks very wide, but you can see everything at a glance.

When the ice surface is completely separated, a pair of dynamic murals gradually become clear.

Not only did it attract Tang Yinchen's eyes, but his heart was also tightly gripped by the painting on the wall, which was very painful.

In the first mural, a monk in white robes was painted. He sat cross-legged on a rock in front of a shoal, his eyebrows stretched out, his demeanor was wanton and lazy, and streams of Buddha light swirled around the monk's body in the form of streamers.

The monk's robe was splashed with water stains because the fish jumped up and down in the water.

A golden Zen stick floated behind his right and slowly rotated, about nine feet long.He suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a faint golden glimmer in the orange pupils.The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and his eyes were full of compassion.

Stretched out a slender finger towards the surface of the water, only to hear the sound of water, a silver-blue fish jumped out of the water, countless water droplets followed, and fell back into the water with a 'crash' , its sound is clear and sweet.

The fish seems to be human, jumping for joy.The silver and blue two-color scales are interlaced and overlapped, and the sunlight falls on the layers of scales, which is really beautiful.

The fish seemed to do it on purpose, and when it jumped up, its lips just touched the monk's fingertips. While the monk was stunned for a moment, it fell back into the water again, turned around, and shook its beautiful fish tail at the monk. , and then walk away.

The monk shook his head helplessly and chuckled lightly.
At this moment, the mural was still, and the picture was fixed on the monk's face.

Tang Yinchen took a few steps forward, took a closer look, and then looked back at the 'demon monk' behind him whom he defined as a 'demon monk'.

"The monk on the mural is you?"

The eminent monk smiled without saying a word.

Yang Huanzhi became anxious and called out, "Yin Chen? What happened? What are the murals you are talking about? Is it dangerous?"

Tang Yinchen frowned, "I don't know, there are a lot of murals on the walls around here. Lao Yang, after the young master has a good look, I will tell you together."

"Okay!" Yang Huanzhi replied without thinking.

Tang Yinchen became curious about those murals, and was about to go to the second mural when he suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at Yang Huanzhi.

Sure enough, he stood motionless on the spot, his pupils were dull, and the corners of his lips were smiling.One hand is in front of the lower abdomen, and the other is behind the back. Because the hair tie is a little loose, a few strands of hair are scattered.

His body is not bad at all, but now his complexion is pale and lifeless like a living dead.

Tang Yinchen's eyes were as dark and deep as ink, and his brows frowned even tighter. He walked quickly to Yang Huanzhi's side, held his wrist, and said with disgust, "You look like a weak scholar, I guess a little wind will blow you away. It can blow you away, and you dare to block the sword for the young master."

Yang Huanzhi's wrist hurt from his grip, "Yin Chen, why are you so crazy?"

"Lao Yang! Remember it for me! In the future, wherever I go, you go! Just follow! If I don't let you go, you are not allowed to go anywhere! I don't want you to die, and the King of Hell will not let you die." Don't want to accept it!"

Tang Yinchen's tone was blunt, but mixed with a bit of grievance and fear.

"Yinchen, I."

Yang Huanzhi also didn't care about the pain in his hands, and hurriedly wanted to comfort him, but as soon as the bastard finished speaking, he suddenly stopped thinking.

"If one day you are really seduced by someone who doesn't have long eyes, and cause the young master to go down to the underworld to look for you, don't be fascinated by the legendary Meng Po who is so beautiful that you can't find anything." , refused to go with the young master. If this is the case, the young master will definitely turn Huangquan upside down!"

"Meng Po is rumored to be the number one beauty in the Six Realms. Even if she is fascinated, there is nothing wrong with it." Yang Huanzhi felt a burst of cold air from the bottom of his heart, and his smile froze suddenly. He paused on purpose, and said, "But, she can't, you are more can."

Tang Yinchen's expression froze, and he suppressed the ecstasy for no reason. For a moment, he suspected that the man in front of him was definitely not the old-fashioned scholar he knew well.

can.this.
He relaxed his hands, coughed twice in embarrassment, and was speechless.

"Come with me."

With a slightly dull voice, he let go of Yang Huanzhi's wrist, tugged at his sleeve, and walked side by side to the opposite mural.

Facing the gags made by those two people, the eminent monk's eyes were always calm, until the two people walked away, he just slightly nodded at the door without a trace.

Tang Yinchen led Yang Huanzhi to the second mural, glanced at it and said, "This mural is surrounded by mountains and mist, and a temple can be vaguely seen."

"temple?"

Yang Huanzhi turned his head slightly and moved his ears, but he didn't hear his voice.

"Well, it's a temple. It looks like it's been a few years. It's very dilapidated, and even the walls are falling off. It's raining on the roof. It's raining outside, and it's raining lightly inside. There is a huge Buddha statue on the mountainside. There's nothing next to it."

"This third painting seems to be the stream, and the monk is still meditating on the stone."

"The fourth painting. A monk chanting scriptures."

"The fifth picture is still the monk. He is watching the sunset on the roof."

"Hey, why are they all monks?"

Tang Yinchen dragged Yang Huanzhi and walked forward for a long time. The same monk was always in the painting, so he couldn't help feeling a little tired.

He yawned, looked in the direction he came from, and said impatiently, "I know that you, a monk, seem to have no interest in life. You only know how to meditate, chant scriptures, and watch the moon and stars all day long. But you still have leisure and elegance." Create murals for yourself? Hmm, like this, it actually seems a bit humane."

Suddenly, his smile faltered, and he opened his eyes wide, only to see the white mist behind them, and the figure of the 'monster' in his heart had long been lost.

"Yinchen?" Yang Huanzhi asked softly.

"Ah? I'm here! I'm here!" Tang Yinchen put away the strangeness in his eyes for a moment, and resumed his chatty look, "Hey! This painting is full of that monk! No matter how beautiful the scenery is Beautiful, but it’s too boring! No wonder, if it wasn’t for this, I’m afraid he wouldn’t have hid here.”

Yang Huanzhi closed his eyes, and Tang Yinchen's hands trembled slightly unconsciously, which made him a little uneasy.

Raising his dull eyes, he suddenly smiled, "Yinchen, we will go home alive together, right?"

"It's natural." Tang Yinchen laughed 'hehe' twice to hide his discomfort.

(End of this chapter)