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Chapter Thirteen: Beautiful Voices and Old-Fashioned Stories

Master Chanmaru is a very famous person in Japan. It is not because he has magic power. He calls him a mage just because he is a monk. Many monks here are called mages. What really makes Master Chanmaru famous is his musical talent. Well, that's right, this blind monk is a musician who is very good at playing the pipa.

"It's almost time." After everyone greeted each other, Abe Harumaki looked at the sky and said, "The moon was hidden behind the dark clouds."

"Ah? You mean, that ghost is about to appear?" Yuan Boya was stunned for a moment, then remembered what happened tonight and asked immediately.

"Yes, this is the right time for these existence activities." Abe Harumaki said lightly. He is an expert in this regard and it is impossible to calculate it wrong.

Sure enough, as soon as Abe's voice fell, a nice music came from the Rakawa Gate, playing it with the pipa.

"Yes, this is the sound of the mysterious elephant. I only heard someone else play it a few days ago!" Yuan Boya said with a happy face.

"What a wonderful music." As a musician, Master Chanmaru ignored whether it was played by ghosts or not when he heard this music, but listened with all his heart.

As a music lover, Yuan Boya, who is a flute expert, also noticed that this music is different from the music in Japan that he had heard in the past. He immediately calmed down and listened to the other party's performance. Not to mention why this ghost stole the mysterious image. At least he played well, he was a capable person in this regard!

As a modern person and not a classical music lover, Wang Xiaoming doesn't know how good this music is, but it can be distinguished. This is definitely the music from India, and perhaps the person who plays is very powerful, which can actually make Wang Xiaoming feel a little homesickness.

"I am indeed a great performer, but can't we go?" He looked at the two people with intoxicated faces and quietly said to Abe Harumaki.

"I thought you were also a music lover." Abe Seimei looked at Wang Xiaoming in surprise, because the more he contacted Wang Xiaoming, the more he realized that this person knew too many things, but he almost didn't have much enthusiasm.

"I am indeed a music lover, but I don't like listening to classical music very much." Wang Xiaoming shrugged.

"Classical music, what is this category?" Abe Haraki asked strangely.

"Let's not talk about this for now, can't we get over it?" Wang Xiaoming avoided the question directly and then asked his own.

"Okay, since you don't want to say something, then forget it." Abe Harui looked at Wang Xiaoming, and then said: "It's better to wait until this performance is over. After all, these two people are already fascinated by it."

After a while, the sound of the pipa stopped. Master Chanmaru and Yuan Boya, who were listening, showed a hint of satisfaction and looked at each other. After seeing it, Wang Xiaoming had goose bumps. Please, can you not make such a strange expression in the evening, especially two men.

"It's Tianzhu's music, and the people who play it are very good." Master Chanmaru said with a happy smile.

"Let's go over." Abe Harumaki said to the two.

"Oh, yes, let's go and see who is playing." Yuan Boya seemed to have forgotten about the mysterious image at this time and said immediately.

Wang Xiaoming and Abe Harumaki shook their heads with a wry smile, and then the four of them walked under Luocheng Gate together. The previous voice came from the attic above the city gate. Wang Xiaoming could still see the rich dark red energy at this time, so it was certain that the guy who stole the mysterious image of the pipa was still inside.

"Who is playing?" Yuan Boya shouted loudly.

There was still no response in the attic, but the sound of the pipa that seemed to be about to play just now stopped. It seemed that the other party had also noticed the existence of the people below.

Yuan Boya asked again, but still received no response. It seemed that the other party did not understand Yuan Boya's words, and it seemed that the other party was ignoring them. But judging from the current situation, it should not understand Yuan Boya's voice, otherwise, the other party should continue to play. After all, this is considered to be directly ignoring these four people.

"Maybe he didn't understand. I just heard it. The other party was playing India. Oh, it should be called Tianzhu, it is Tianzhu's music!" Wang Xiaoming reminded.

"Tianzhu, no wonder it's different from what we have heard in the past." Master Chanmaru nodded slightly and said.

At this time, Abe Seimei suddenly opened her mouth and began to speak strange words. Wang Xiaoming is a fan of Aamir Khan and has also watched some other movies. He can tell that he is speaking Indian. But he doesn’t speak the difference between ancient Indian and modern Indian. Even if there is no difference, he can’t understand it. After all, he has subtitles when watching movies, but there is no one here.

However, it doesn't matter if Wang Xiaoming didn't understand. The one above just needs to understand. Now, after hearing Abe Seimei's words, the other party actually started to speak, and he spoke fluently in Japanese.

"You can speak the language of my country, and you seem to like music very much. Who are you?" The existence above spoke, his voice a little low, but it was not as unpleasant as Wang Xiaoming imagined.

Everyone said their names one by one. Of course, I don’t know why Abe Harumaki didn’t say his real name, but said another name, called Masae or something, probably to hear what this ghost said.

"My name is Handuotai..." That ghost, well, Handuotai is said a lot.

The roughly means that he was a prince of a small country in India during his lifetime. Because the pipa was played well, he was appointed as a royal performer by the king of the Indian dynasty. Then he met a beloved girl, who must be one of the king's many beauties in the harem. Then he was killed if he liked it, and then he pulled out his soul and put it in the mysterious image. He would never be reborn.

"So? Why are you suddenly appearing now?" Wang Xiaoming is the only person here who is not affected by this story.
Chapter completed!
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