Zhou Jinru listened to a storyteller, which was indeed interesting, but the storyteller's tone was too delicate and euphemistic, more like a woman's.

He turned his head and found that the listeners in the teahouse were intoxicated, as if they were immersed in a fantasy, experiencing a completely different life situation.

"Is there something weird about this storyteller?"

Zhou Jinru subconsciously used emotional perception to bypass the screen and observe the storyteller's situation. He knew that he could not be affected by the spiritual Origin Stone skills, nor would he fall into an illusion and be unable to extricate himself, so his physical sense was not as good as others.

After investigation, it was found that the storyteller had normal emotional sources and seemed to be unaware of emotional perception. There was nothing abnormal about it.

Just when he was confused, the strange Luper sitting on his right opened his blurred eyes, and his consciousness gradually returned to clarity. He turned his head and looked at Zhou Jinru, and asked in a low voice: "Brother, you don't feel anything, do you?"

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"No, I didn't find anything."

The Luper showed a look of regret: "That's a pity. Originally, you were supposed to enjoy a different life experience, but now it seems that you have no fate with this teahouse?"

Zhou Jinru raised his eyebrows: "How do you say this?"

"You don't know something. This storyteller has a unique Origin Stone skill. The stories he tells have a magical power that will make the listeners have the illusion of being there. In fact, there is no negative impact at all. It is simply

I have experienced the journey of a story character. The story I just told is called Xi'e Flying to the Moon. It is very interesting and I want to listen to it again."

Looking at Lu Po's unfinished expression, Zhou Jinru knew that it was his mountain that blocked the storyteller's special ability, so that he didn't notice anything.

"In this case, there is no point in me staying here."

Zhou Jinru stood up and left. When he walked out of the teahouse, he vaguely felt something was wrong. When he turned back, the alley behind him disappeared and turned into a wall.

He touched the hard wall with a faint smile on his face, kicked his legs hard, and easily climbed over the wall. On the other side of the wall was an empty abandoned factory area with nothing.

"interesting."

He was an anomaly, so the owner of the teahouse did not welcome him. He not only closed the door, but also blocked the road.

The Longmen under the night is really full of strange things, and all kinds of strange things happen.

There was no trace of the teahouse. Zhou Jinru turned over again. When he landed on the ground, he saw a monk carrying a scroll coming from the other end of the street.

"Hello, donor."

"you're good too."

The monk passed Zhou Jinru and continued to walk forward. After taking a few steps, he found a man in a black coat following behind him.

"Is there anything else the donor can do?"

"It's okay, I just want to follow you for a few steps."

The monk was silent, turned around and ignored him, but as he walked from the street to the end of the street, the man followed him closely, never leaving five meters behind him.

Zhou Jinru saw clearly that the monk who appeared in front of him was definitely the two painting-mad monks from the Academy. He had plenty of time, so he would not let such a strange person go. Moreover, he also had an intuition that this monk had a certain relationship with the teahouse.

connect.

If he hadn't alerted the teahouse, maybe the painting-mad monk would have gone in directly.

"Why does the donor keep following the young monk?"

"I think you and I are destined to walk together for a while. Could it be that you, monk, have something shameful to do and are you afraid that I will be watching?"

The painting-mad monk bowed and said: "The donor has amazing power, why should he embarrass this little monk?"

Seeing this, Zhou Jinru sighed: "We don't know the blessings and misfortunes here, so why should we embarrass you?"

While the two people were having a conversation, a gust of fog blew in from nowhere and enveloped them, making it difficult for them to see each other even when they were face to face.

In this way, it is almost certain that there is something wrong with that teahouse, and it is closely related to the painting-mad monk.

Zhou Jinru suddenly reached out his hand, penetrated the fog, and grabbed the monk's shoulder. The two people, who were close at hand but farther and farther away, were instantly connected. The fog gradually dissipated, and the teahouse appeared in front of them again.

The monk whispered: "Is the donor satisfied?"

"good."

The man in black stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the teahouse. After only ten minutes, the bustling lobby was empty. Only the melon seed shells scattered on the floor proved that there had been many guests here.

The painting-obsessed monk followed, and when he entered the door, he clasped his hands with an extremely pious expression, as if he was facing his faith.

At this time, the screen has been removed, and the storyteller in classical robes is sitting behind the podium, looking at the two guests quietly.

"Don't pay attention to me, just treat me as air. You can say whatever you want."

Zhou Jinru found a seat and sat down, not caring about the storyteller's gaze.

The painting-mad monk stared at the storyteller and said softly: "Please don't blame the donor. He has a sincere heart and made this move because he was worried about the young monk."

The storyteller snorted: "You want to be a good person."

Zhou Jinru said with a smile but not a smile: "Longmen is now in ruins, and there are many unstable factors. Monsters and ghosts are in and out, and monsters and ghosts are showing up. I have a fate with the monk, and I am afraid that if he is shallow, he will accidentally hit the road and be cut open by the painting.

If you drink alcohol with your heart, look at my old-fashioned and warm-hearted attitude, why am I not a good person?"

"Hey, donor, please don't talk nonsense. If this young monk was not lucky enough, he would have died thirty years ago. How could he still be standing here today?"

The storyteller ignored Zhou Jinru at all, and turned to the painting-obsessed monk: "You and I have been separated for thirty years. Why are you looking for me now?"

The painting-obsessed monk opened his lips, but didn't know what to say. He sighed silently in his heart. As if he had made some determination, he stretched out his hand to hold the rope wrapped in front of him.

"Donor, thirty years have passed by in a hurry, and the young monk has spent decades as one day, just to understand the meaning of Zen. Fortunately, he succeeded by chance, and he wanted to repay the favor from back then."

"When did you owe me a favor?"

"The kindness of one meal will never be forgotten."

Wow.

The huge painting scroll behind the painting-obsessed monk flew across the air, and in a trance, fiery red maple leaves were flying in the teahouse, like a ball of fire.

The slightly yellowed painting paper slowly unfolded. In the scroll, there were sun and moon, mountains and water, birds and animals, green pines and green grass, and even smoke curling from cooking stoves. Suddenly, I saw a small town surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the years were quiet.

"It took the young monk thirty years to barely understand the secrets. I can't say that he is very capable, but he can at least help the benefactor a little bit."

As the scroll unfolded, the painting-obsessed monk aged nearly twenty years at a speed visible to the naked eye, transforming from a young man into an old man with gray beard and hair.

"What's the name of this painting?"

"Unnamed, let's call it Human World."

The storyteller chewed on this name, his expression became extremely complicated, a faint mist spread out, and he said helplessly: "What are you doing?"

"To repay the kindness of a meal, if the donor did not have a bowl of rice, the young monk would have died long ago, and how could he have entered."

"That's fine."

There was a faint whisper of a giant beast, and the picture scroll suspended in the air was rolled up by a terrible force. A paintbrush appeared out of thin air, adding a few strokes to all the original pictures, and a man carrying a bag could be vaguely seen.

The little monk walks in the painting.

The storyteller said calmly: "I accept your love. If you have something important in the future, you can come back to me with this painting. I can help you once within my ability. Please come back."

The scroll rolled up again, and a breeze lifted the painting-mad monk's body and pushed him out of the door.

But there was still one person in the teahouse who didn't leave, and was even watching what happened with great interest.

"Aren't you leaving yet?"

"I'm becoming more and more curious about your identity."

"Please go back, you are not welcome here!"

The storyteller had a serious face and was about to drive people away when he heard a loud noise and saw a burst of fire breaking through the door and rushing in from the outside!

"This is... year, why is she here?!"

The storyteller was taken aback and quickly closed the teahouse. With his strength, it was easy to move before the New Year, but in this way, he was taken away with the man in black.

At the corner of the street, a woman with white hair and red horns gently touched the cracked brick wall and murmured: "He ran so fast. He was running so fast and he couldn't catch up. It seems he has to find a way to hide himself."

She turned to look at the painting-mad monk: "Hey, little monk, was there anyone else besides you just now?"

…

The beautiful girl in blue and black hair sighed. No matter where she lived in seclusion, her sister would always stick to her like a dog-skin plaster. She couldn't get rid of it. This time, she even borrowed someone else's hand to break down her door. Fortunately, she ran away.

He was so quick that he didn't get caught.

Longmen is no longer safe, she must leave quickly.

But before that, there is one more important thing to deal with.

"Um, is this your true appearance?"

Zhou Jinru held his head with one hand and stared at the woman in green who was in a daze. She seemed to be distracted most of the time.

Before, I turned into a male storyteller. Was it because I wanted to experience life?

This guy……

The woman in green clothes was furious. If it hadn't been for this guy, she wouldn't have discovered her sister's traces in time.

"I'll open a door and you can go out on your own. Don't force me to ask you out."

"I bet, as long as you say three words, you will not be willing to let me leave."
To be continued...