Seeing this, Wen He also understood. After all, there were so many people talking at the moment that it was not easy to speak. He nodded to Shen Yanwei to show that he understood, and pretended to be like other pilgrims, with "panic" and "fear" on his face.
At this moment, because of the angle, Wen He happened to see the monk who was in the same room with the deceased 'Senior Brother Wen', and saw an extremely 'happy' madness hidden in the other's eyes. This madness only lasted for a moment, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it. If Wen He had not happened to deviate the angle, and if she had not happened to be a person who was extremely sensitive to the emotional changes of people around her, she would not have been able to catch it.
At that moment, Wen He only felt a voice shouting frantically in his ear: Something is wrong, this is not right, this might not be some kind of water plague, but...
“Man-made.”
As the crowd dispersed, as soon as he returned to the room, Shen Yan's face turned gloomy. He dipped the tea in the cup and wrote two words on the table. This was the result of Shen Yan's calculation. The calculated hexagram showed that it was not a natural death. The life span that could have lasted for at least nearly a hundred years was suddenly interrupted by some external force.
Although Wen He had already guessed it, the expression on his face couldn't help but become even uglier after Chen Yan confirmed it. Chen Yan had already noticed Wen He's abnormality from the crime scene over there. Seeing this, he set his sights on Wen He and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Xiao He, did you find something?"
Found something... She found...
"I'm afraid... this isn't a symptom of waterborne disease, but perhaps a symptom of some deadly poison..." Wen He then told Shen Yan about his previous discovery. There was something wrong with the monk's eyes. That 'happy' and crazy look was definitely not a normal look. "I think that even if the monk wasn't the mastermind, he must have known something. Otherwise, he wouldn't be 'happy' but 'scared'. After all, waterborne disease is contagious, and someone with the 'waterborne disease' is in the same room with him. The monk should be afraid, not with an expression like this. Such an expression makes him look like he knows something. And before, at the scene, that person was already far below a safe distance from the deceased, even closer than the Buddhist disciple Tang Yan."
Chen Yan did not pay attention to this detail, as he had been concentrating all his energy on the calculation before. But now after Wen He mentioned this, he also felt that something was indeed not right. At this moment, Wen He was about to go out to tell the Buddhist disciple Tang Yan about this matter, but Chen Yan stopped him and shook his head.
"Xiao He, don't go. No matter what's happening now, whether it's true or not, you must remember that we can't interfere. Even if that was my past life, if we interfere, it will be even harder for us to get out, even if... everyone here..."
All dead.
Shen Yan did not say the last few words directly, but the unmoved expression on his face clearly showed his meaning.
In fact, Wen He understood what Chen Yan said. After all, this was just an illusion. No matter whether everything that was happening now was a restoration of the past history or a fiction, it was already in the past. This Buddhist temple would eventually be destroyed, and the facts of the past would not change. Even if they tried, they could not change history, and it would all be in vain.
Wen He was very clear about this point, or as clear as it could be. It could even be said that after Chen Yan reminded him once in the main hall of the Sutra Recitation, Wen He had already remembered it and reminded himself again and again to be patient.
But after seeing the man who was very similar to Shen Yan, she found it a little difficult to calm down, especially when she saw that the man seemed to be unable to integrate into this world. She had seen that kind of expression on Shen Yan's face once or twice. At that time, she thought that Shen Yan had a bad relationship with some masters of metaphysics, which was why he was like this. Now it seems that this is not the fundamental reason. It's not because of anything else, but just that expression is exactly the same as the expression on Tang Yan's face.
Such a thought, for some reason, made Wen He feel particularly suffocated and chest tightness. In her subconscious, someone as outstanding as Chen Yan should have better and more glorious things, and should not show such an expression! Because of this, it made it difficult for Wen He to do nothing and stand by and watch.
So, this time, facing Chen Yan's reminder again, Wen He did not nod as readily as she did at the beginning, but opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, she still said nothing, did not shake her head, nor did she nod, but remained silent stubbornly.
At this moment, Shen Yan couldn't help but frown slightly. He seemed unable to understand Wen He's current thoughts. In his opinion, this illusion here made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He always had a vague feeling that if he was not careful, he would be implicated. He was even more worried about Wen He's safety. In this case, shouldn't he break this illusion and leave here as soon as possible? Also, that person named "Tang Yan", although he was his past life, he had a certain aversion to him for no reason, especially when he noticed that Wen He paid a lot of attention to Tang Yan.
After all, that person was not him.
Wen He looked at that person with such admiration, a look she had almost never seen on him before. Wasn't he excellent? Wasn't he good-looking? Why was he treated differently? Clearly, before he returned to his original form, their relationship was clearly different. Could it be that all this...was just his own wishful thinking, and that Wen He had never actually liked him? Hadn't she ever developed feelings for him, but rather had been willing to do it all along?
That—that was terrible.
In an instant, the air in the room became a little tense, and the atmosphere between Chen Yan and Wen He suddenly became subtle. For almost the entire night, the two of them rested in their clothes, without saying a word, and became particularly silent. Only the sound of tossing and turning could be heard a little frequently. It seemed that neither of them had slept very well. It was not until the second half of the night that they finally forced themselves to fall asleep.
But the "accidental" death of the first monk seemed to be a signal, a signal of death.
At dawn the next day, the entire Guanxing Temple was once again in an uproar, as if the history of last night was being repeated. All the monks' faces turned pale and ugly again, but what was different from before was that this time, compared to last night, not only the pilgrims, but even the monks had a look of fear on their faces.
"Dead... dead... again, dead again, still in the same place... still in the same room. Water, water plague, it must be water plague that killed them..."
The people in the same room died. Wait, the monk in the same room was… Wen He suddenly remembered something and pushed forward into the crowd. As expected, good things don't work, but bad things do. This time, people did die in the Guanxing Temple again, and three monks died in a row. One of them was the monk Wen He speculated yesterday that he should know something. However, he never expected that before they could find out anything, this monk had already…
The fear of death spread silently in the Guanxing Temple. The Guanxing Temple, which had always been orderly, began to become chaotic. At this time, because of the continuous deaths without any cause, the monks began to waver. They just stood there with their hands and feet shaking, their faces turned pale, and they panicked like the pilgrims, let alone comforting others.
Some of the older monks noticed that something was not right and subconsciously wanted to find a leader. They hurried to the inner courtyard to invite their abbot and Buddhist disciples. Buddhist disciple Tang Yan came over very quickly, and beside him was the young monk 'Changsheng' who was so sad that he was about to cry. But what was unusual was that Tang Yan's face looked much worse today than yesterday, and there was a faint blue-black color under his eyelids, as if he had not slept all night.
Upon arriving at the scene, Tang Yan immediately isolated and dealt with the people without saying a word. His methods were extremely decisive and tolerant of no rebuttal. But it was precisely because of these actions that the somewhat panicked monks were able to regain their composure and became relatively calm. However, the monks who went to look for the abbot returned empty-handed with a puzzled look on their faces, saying that they had not seen the abbot, and that the bed was cold. It seemed that he had not returned to the room to rest yesterday. No monk knew where the abbot had gone. They only knew that the abbot was not feeling well last night, and after helping him back to the room, they had not seen him since then. They searched most parts of Guanxing Temple but still could not find him.
So where did the abbot go? There were heavy guards outside and he couldn't leave. Furthermore, such a major incident had occurred inside the temple. In such an extraordinary period, it wasn't the right time to go out. So where else could the abbot go?
However, before they could properly search for the abbot, a scream suddenly erupted from the crowd. A young scholar, his face filled with terror, screamed and took several long steps back. He was so frightened and rushed that he even tripped over himself, not feeling the pain. He just stared with wide eyes and pointed at the big man in front of him in horror, stammering a few syllables: "Spots, spots, blue, blue-purple spots... There are, there are blue-purple spots on your forearm..."
"Yes, I found some spots this morning. What's wrong? I might have eaten something wrong, and my body is allergic to it, so I got some spots. I'll go see a doctor and get some medicine to apply. It will be fine. What's the big deal? You're a grown man, why are you making such a fuss..."
The big man who was suddenly pointed at looked at the white-faced scholar who was pointing at him and shouting for no reason in confusion. He thought that these scholars were just making a fuss over nothing and making a fuss over a little purple spot. However, before he finished speaking, the big man suddenly felt that something was wrong. It seemed that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. Not only the white-faced scholar, but all the people around him suddenly took a few steps back, their faces extremely ugly, avoiding him like the plague, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you all..."
"Purple spots, just like those people with water plague have, they all have the same spots..."
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