Conspiracy

Chapter 484 The cassock
Yang Huanzhi took his hand out of Tang Yinchen's hand and placed it on his wrist, pondering for a while, his brows and eyes stretched, and his smile was light.

"Let's go on."

"it is good."

Tang Yinchen glanced at the mist behind him again, in a trance, as if he heard the sound of clear water.

'tick'

'tick'

'tick'

"Huh? Lao Yang, did you hear the sound of water?"

Yang Huanzhi shook his head.

Tang Yinchen tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, his ears moved slightly, but he didn't hear any more movement.

"Oh, so, I heard wrong."

After that, he shrugged his shoulders and walked forward indifferently, concentrating on the murals carefully.

Yang Huanzhi walked with him unhurriedly, his steps were light and steady, the two strands of hair on his sideburns were slightly blown along with his steps, and a layer of 'frost' unconsciously appeared in his eyes.

The two walked one after the other, Tang Yinchen looked at the murals that repeated back and forth boredly, his eyelids gradually drooped, and he yawned from time to time, feeling very bored.

Occasionally, he would glance back a few times, and turn his expression relaxed, as if he was worried that Yang Huanzhi would disappear from his side again.

After walking for about half an hour, the mural was finally no longer boring and boring.

A burst of melodious piano sounds entered my ears, and the melodious sound was like ringing rings.

Tang Yinchen immediately beamed with joy, and walked forward at a faster pace. After walking about a dozen or so murals, he suddenly saw that the murals had changed.

Still in front of the stream, still the monk.

He was sitting cross-legged, with a long black piano floating in the air in front of him.

Looking from behind, his back doesn't look lonely at all, very leisurely, on the contrary, he seems to have already adapted to the boring day after day, and he doesn't know what to worry about, just plucking the strings.

The slender ten fingers landed on the strings, plucking casually.The posture is elegant and calm, the charm is elegant, and the comfortable and leisurely posture seems to wish to completely integrate with the world and return to nature.

The melody is sometimes deep and profound, sometimes transparent and soft, and sometimes it is like a galloping horse ringing a bell, making the listener feel peaceful.

When the sound of the zither stopped, Tang Yinchen and the two hadn't walked out of the sound of the zither, suddenly, the water in the stream trembled, the water lines trembled rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it turned red.

The scorching blood-red color pulled him back from his thoughts, and he said in surprise, "Lao Yang, the stream turned red! It's just that the way it flows doesn't look like blood. It's strange, that monk can't be After staying in the deep mountains and old forests for a long time, I was so bored and crazy, I couldn't help but want to break the meat precept, so I killed all those fish?!"

The specious guess made him suspicious.

The blood-colored stream kept rising, and a few feet away, there was a vortex that quickly formed, seemingly viscous, bubbling "gurgling", like boiling blood
Looking at the person in the painting through the mural, Tang Yinchen obviously didn't smell the fishy smell, but he couldn't help covering his mouth and nose with one hand.

In the mural, the monk stood up suddenly, waved his long sleeves, and the piano turned into a stream of light, which was sucked into his palm.

With one hand behind his back, he stepped on the bloody stream and walked towards the whirlpool.

Walking on the surface of the water, the soles of the shoes and the hem of the clothes are not wet.

Wherever it passed, a series of golden Sanskrit symbols were left behind.
When the water in the stream gradually turned dark red, a figure slowly emerged, that graceful figure seemed to be a woman, look, she is only around twenty-eight years old.

Although wrapped in hazy mist, it can still be discerned that she is not naked...

The monk didn't seem to have expected this scene, and the roots of his ears were slightly red.

Tang Yinchen outside the mural widened his eyes when he saw this, held his breath, and hurriedly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Suddenly remembered something, knew that Yang Huanzhi couldn't see, but still covered his eyes.

The woman closed her eyes, breathing weakly, her wet hair was pressed against her cheek, and the rest floated with the water.

It can be seen that her skin is covered with terrible wounds.The wounds were deep enough to penetrate the bones, and the wounds had already begun to fester due to being soaked in water.

Although the monk closed his eyes, he could still feel that the woman's life signs were almost gone.

The fingers in the sleeve tightened and then relaxed. After repeated several times, he silently recited 'Amitabha Buddha' and slowly raised his left hand, only to see the Zen stick flying from behind and fell into his hand.

At the same time, the golden light was shining on the stream, and the water stopped "boiling" until it was calm.

The monk's pair of orange pupils opened slowly, neither joy nor sadness.

To Tang Yinchen's ears, the incantations that seemed obscure and difficult to understand were constantly uttered from his mouth, which made him a little dizzy.

The water in the stream seems to be controlled by it, gradually changing from dark red to transparent.

And the woman's complexion gradually improved, she was no longer as pale and lifeless as a dead person, and the wounds on her body were also healing quickly.

The moment the woman opened her eyes, the monk untied the cassock, which seemed to have spirituality, and wrapped the woman up on its own.

"Huh? A monk?"

When the water in the stream returned to its original color, the woman finally opened her eyes.

She is like a charming little demon who fell into the water by mistake, with bright colors in her silver pupils, she has the bright and agility unique to girls, her eyes are raised up, and when she smiles, her eyes are mixed with enchanting color , breathtaking.

Such a beauty fell into the eyes of the monk, but he didn't move, he didn't even lift his eyelids, but the roots of his ears were still red.

She slowly got up from the water, and when she saw the monk, she was a little dazed.

"Are you a monk? You saved me?" She looked around and found that she was in the water with cassock wrapped around her body. Her face suddenly turned red and then turned red again, "You you you! Pervert monk! Thief! What did you do to this girl?!"

"Almsgiver, the poor monk has left the dust, and has no intention of disrespecting the girl."

The monk's voice was soft and smooth, his eyes were calm and calm.

Tang Yinchen and Yang Huanzhi had heard of Chen's name, although they knew little about it, they never thought that they would meet Chen here.

"You are talking nonsense! You are not disrespectful to this girl, so where did the cassock on that girl's body come from? You should return this girl's clothes quickly, otherwise, this girl will make you unable to become a monk!"

The monk has been alone for a long time, and he has also met someone strayed into the mountain, but he has never seen such an aggressive girl.

"The benefactor came from another world and was seriously injured. Your clothes should have been smashed when you passed through the crack. The poor monk did not store women's clothes, so he used the poor monk's cassock. Please forgive me for offending the girl."

The woman sat in the water, with a suspicious expression on her face, and tightened the cassock on her body, "Monk, turn your back first!"

The monk nodded in agreement and turned his back.

The woman poked her head slightly from the side, and saw that he turned his back and closed his eyes, so she felt relieved.

The fog around him was still there, and he chanted a spell silently, and a dark blue storage bag flew out of thin air.

While staring at the monk to prevent him from turning around suddenly, she searched for clothes in the storage bag.

(End of this chapter)