This!
This clear-eyed Little Monk.
How could he look exactly like the pig trotters-eating Little Monk I encountered before?
Because the scenes in the mural were too grand.
Many of the figures in the scenes were only the length of a finger.
The Little Monk was also the size of a finger.
Fang Xin's eyesight far exceeded that of ordinary people, allowing him to clearly see that the other party looked exactly like the Little Monk he had encountered before.
Besides looking the same.
The monk's robe he was wearing also seemed similar to what he wore when they met before.
Fang Xin stood his Panlong Spear on the ground, and he stood on the tip of the spear, looking into the mural.
He didn't know until he looked, and when he looked, he was startled.
It was one thing for the Little Monk in the mural to look exactly like the Little Monk Fang Xin had encountered before.
His small satchel was also identical.
The bag even contained a gold brick engraved with the character 'De' and half an unfinished pig trotter, like an anti-counterfeit mark.
Oh my goodness!
Fang Xin was utterly bewildered.
He had heard before that some people looked very similar to historical figures.
But the Little Monk in this scene looked exactly like the monk he had encountered before.
But this was too similar.
Fang Xin's gaze returned to the backyard.
This place was somewhat strange.
He sent Huo Shi inside again, to stand at the air wall from earlier, and asked Huo Shi to push it.
Huo Shi had no choice but to comply.
But no matter how Huo Shi pushed, it was useless.
Tiger Guard Zheng, who was observing from the side, also noticed something amiss.
“Master! I’ll give it a try!”
After a moment of thought, Fang Xin said, “Be careful!”
Tiger Guard Zheng strode inside, stood in front of the air wall, gathered his strength, and crashed into it.
It didn't budge. Tiger Guard Zheng then struck the air wall with his pair of bronze hammers.
Fang Xin, watching the mural, saw the Little Monk’s face turn pale, and he even seemed to be sweating.
Seeing that Tiger Guard Zheng was about to strike again, Fang Xin quickly said, “Don’t hit it!”
Tiger Guard Zheng, not understanding, returned from the backyard to Fang Xin's side. This place was bathed in Buddha's light, which greatly suppressed them, the undead, so staying by Fang Xin's side was relatively better.
Fang Xin’s gaze shifted.
This place was a bit eerie.
That voice that came from his heart when he first arrived.
The two black-skinned imps that drilled into the mural.
Now there was this half-real, half-fake Little Monk in the mural, connected to the backyard.
Everything about it was strange.
Fang Xin looked at that door.
After a moment of thought.
He condensed the Light Power from the seven divine sources within his body.
If anything felt off, he would immediately flash away.
As he stepped into the backyard.
He didn’t know if it was psychological, but Fang Xin could clearly feel a chilling breeze blowing through this place, which had been uninhabited for years, and his hairs involuntarily stood on end.
Fang Xin walked towards the air wall that the Soul General had touched earlier.
When he reached it, he raised his hand and touched it.
It looked like nothing was there, but when he touched it, there was indeed something there.
Fang Xin placed his hand on the air wall and called out, “Chen Puti?”
The air wall remained motionless.
Fang Xin called out again, “Miao Neng?”
Still no movement.
But A-Li, who was observing the mural, suddenly said, “Master! The Little Monk in that painting you were just looking at seemed to move his mouth!”
Fang Xin immediately turned and went out, looking up at the Little Monk in the mural.
“Miao Neng?”
The Little Monk in the image blinked his eyes.
“How did you get in?” Fang Xin asked again.
Miao Neng in the image opened his mouth as if to say something, but Fang Xin couldn't hear anything clearly.
However, that look, that expression, seemed to be asking Fang Xin for help.
Fang Xin suddenly remembered that when he was about to walk this way earlier, during the wind, there was also a cry for help mixed in the wind.
Now, upon careful recollection, that voice was very similar to the Little Monk's voice.
But the person was in the mural; even if they could see each other through the mural, the two sides were like in two dimensions, one three-dimensional and one two-dimensional.
Fang Xin stood on the Panlong Spear, trying to figure out what the Little Monk was saying by his lip movements.
But after watching for a long time, the Little Monk in the mural seemed to be dropping frames, and his lip movements were like those of characters in two-dimensional animation—what could he possibly make out?
Fang Xin stepped back.
“I’ll ask questions, you blink. Left eye for yes, right eye for no. Understand?”
The Little Monk in the mural blinked his left eye.
“Did you accidentally trigger a mechanism to get in?”
Miao Neng blinked his left eye, indicating yes.
“Is the mechanism on the left side of the Buddha Hall?”
Miao Neng blinked his right eye, indicating no.
“Is the mechanism on the right side of the Buddha Hall?”
Miao Neng still blinked his right eye.
“Up there?”
Miao Neng blinked his right eye.
“Down there?”
“In the backyard?”
Miao Neng blinked his right eye consecutively.
“You didn’t enter from this Buddha Hall?”
Miao Neng blinked his left eye.
Upon receiving this answer, Fang Xin was confused.
“So, the entrance to the mural is somewhere else?”
After Miao Neng blinked his left eye, he thought for a moment and then blinked his right eye.
“More than one entrance?” Fang Xin guessed.
Miao Neng blinked his left eye, indicating yes.
“You don’t know where the entrance to this Buddha Hall and the backyard is?”
Miao Neng blinked his left eye again.
This utterly baffled Fang Xin.
“Can you be rescued from here?”
Miao Neng blinked both eyes like hazard lights.
“You don’t know?” Fang Xin guessed his thoughts.
Miao Neng blinked his left eye.
Seeing Miao Neng’s answer, Fang Xin was completely bewildered.
“Then how did those two black-skinned imps get in? Were they in the Buddha Hall?”
Miao Neng blinked both eyes, just like before.
“You didn’t see clearly?” Fang Xin asked again.
Miao Neng blinked his left eye, indicating yes.
After expressing these, Miao Neng looked at Fang Xin with a pitiful expression.
Just as Fang Xin was pondering.
“Come here!”
That voice came from his heart again.
This time, Fang Xin heard it very clearly; the other party seemed to be speaking just beyond the door leading to the backyard.
Following the appearance of that voice.
Chants filled the Buddha Hall, and golden light swirled. Looking back, one could vaguely see figures seated on the prayer mats, monks chanting in unison, attempting to suppress that voice.
A moment later.
The waves of chants receded like a tide.
Everything returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.
Fang Xin’s gaze returned to the door leading to the backyard.
The strong feeling of summons was still there.
It seemed that the entity doing the summoning was on the other side of the door.
But Fang Xin had already gone to the backyard through the door earlier.
So now, for the other party to summon him.
He could only see the other party through one method or way.
Fang Xin raised his hand.
The blood ring flew out from his palm, gradually growing larger and standing upright before the door.
Fang Xin raised his hand and reached into the blood ring.
“In my name of slaughter! I command the ghosts and gods of the eight directions to appear!”
Unexpectedly, the next second.
A fierce wind suddenly rose!
The Buddhist chants roared like thunder!