Mirror Yin Yang 1491

d, does it matter if you see it or not"Okay, okay, you and my brother are both the type who say what they mean and do what they say. I'll be a good girl and listen, alrightI stepped out to the yard, h...A monk, and a foreign monk at that.

This really puzzles me.

I don't know such a person. Even in the past few years of "work," both openly and secretly, I have never dealt with foreign monks.

For matters concerning Buddhism, I would usually ask Huicheng, the monk. He is around our age and easy to get along with. He can give me simple answers to some questions.

Besides, being the "representative" of the Taishang Xuanmen school doesn't mean I have much interaction with monks. Why could this outsider monk find me so precisely

"What do you want to do" I whispered tentatively, making a silent hand gesture.

"...."

The monk stood in the shadows, saying nothing. When I asked him something, he slightly raised his hand, twirling a string of prayer beads, and nodded his head towards me lightly, as if greeting me.

What's wrong Can he understand what I'm saying

"Have we met Why are you following us What do you want from me" I tried to communicate.

The monk walked a few steps forward, and then a dim light emerged from the spirit hall, making his bald head even more prominent.

And his facial features were exquisite, with long and slender eyebrows and eyes, and fair skin, very much in the Japanese style.

"Hello, Master. I'm here to retrieve some things. If anything is amiss, please forgive me." He said in a stiff voice with a strange accent.

Get your things

What do you have that you want me to take Following all the way here to this graveyard's memorial hall, is it for that corpse

"I don't know you, and I don't know who your master is. Why are you following us Are you a foreigner I can call the police and have them arrest you." I tried to deter him in a normal way.

He shook his head, as if he couldn't quite express himself in Chinese. He mumbled something under his breath that I didn't catch.

The sound of a car could be heard coming from down the mountain, someone must be driving up.

"Look, this is China. Even though the cemetery is cold and quiet, it's still a place where people come and go. You made such a commotion here, I could report—"

I was just about to call the police.

A black shadow suddenly flashed past, and a pair of crimson eyes materialized behind the monk. Though his blade remained sheathed, it hovered menacingly before the monk's neck.

A bloody scene suddenly flashed in my mind—blood splattering, heads rolling.

"Wait! Chongmo—" I blurted out before I could even think.

Chong Mo's hand paused slightly, and the monk suddenly clasped his palms together, holding a rosary beads and muttering a spell in a low voice. A dark golden light rose, like flames burning. Chong Mo somersaulted backward, dodging the beam of light.

"...Namu Sata Ta, Suga Dao Ye, Alo He Di, Sam Myo San Pu Tuo Xi, Namu Sata Ta, Fo Tuo Ju Chi Se Ni Mian..." The monk murmured the scriptures in a low voice.

Chongmo let out a cold snort: "Can you really, even an Ainu understands this"

Oh, I don't understand! Can Chongmo understand what this monk is chanting

I was stunned, and suddenly Mu Wanchen grabbed me by the back of my collar, pulling me out of the encirclement. I hid in the corner behind the spirit hall's door, watching the monk outside and the puddle of "glue" on the ground.

Seeing that the monk had slightly retreated, he turned back and looked at his surroundings. With clasped hands, he sighed softly, "Master was right... indeed, demons exist in the world."

Of course, Chong Mo wouldn't take this monk seriously. If I hadn't shouted just now, the monk would probably be headless by now.

When he heard the four words "demons in the world," the light in his eyes turned fierce, as if he could crush this monk with a single finger.

But this is a cemetery! In the common notion, cemeteries are cold, quiet and desolate. In actuality, cemeteries are also places where "business" is done. In such a big city, people are born, get sick, grow old and die every day. Relatives need to send their loved ones off on their final journey. This place is bustling with activity every day!

If a bloody incident were to happen here, wouldn't rumors spread like wildfire The relevant authorities would definitely come knocking on my door.

Our circle exists in a delicate balance. We maintain vague connections with the authorities while remaining extremely low-key, avoiding any opposition to the official narrative of positive energy promoted by the state. Otherwise, we risk facing serious consequences.

As a special advisor, if I knowingly break the rules, even Lin Yanhuan couldn't protect me.

"Silence, don't move!" I whispered, not sure if Silence would listen. I couldn't help but add, "Please, please! I beg you!"

Chongmo didn't pay me any mind, but that monk, hearing "Please, please," he himself let go of his hand.

What does that mean

The scene was chaotic, I was out of control. Suddenly a car going uphill slammed on its brakes and swerved over, blinding headlights sweeping across us, successfully taking control of the situation.

Being this wild, he only has eyes for me.

I thought my brother was out busy, but he was actually on his way here when he texted me.

He jumped out of the car and looked at the monk, frowning: "Where did you come from, monk You don't even know to pay respects when you arrive in a place. Didn't your master teach you the etiquette of traveling the world"

The monk bowed and said in a low voice, “I went to look for Miss Mu, but unfortunately, I couldn't meet her. My mission is difficult to defy, so I had to follow her all the way here.”

"Your accent sounds strange to me, where are you from What are you doing looking for my sister" My brother asked unpleasantly.

He walked over to Chongmo while asking.

Although Chong Mo and we are in a state of subtle antagonism, my brother's stance clearly favors Chong Mo, greatly alleviating his hostility.

As expected, Chong Mo placed his sword on his shoulder, the hostility in his eyes lessened considerably, and he adopted an air of watching a play.

I let out a silent sigh of relief and tugged on Mu Wanchen's sleeve, whispering, "My brother is here, it should be safe here. You stay here and watch, I'll go check on Chen Ruo. I'm afraid she's scared."

Mu Wanchen nodded slightly and didn't waste time with me. He just let Gu Ling Feng Hun follow me.

Feng Hun is a spider. Its Gu Ling can be large or small, and can appear invisible or in its true form.

But I'm a coward. Even now, when I see a ghost, I jump. Let alone a cunning and powerful gu spirit like this.

Now, the soul-seal's body was as large as a leopard, slithering along the wall with rustling sounds. I felt a shiver run down my spine and goosebumps erupt all over me.

I don't know why Mu Wanchen likes letting this Guiling follow me.

I returned to the lab, smoothed my messy hair, and called out, "Chen Ruo, there's a strange man outside. It's fine... how are things going on your end"

In the empty research room, no one answered my questions.

I was stunned for a moment. Only half the lights were on in the lab, and some areas were still dim. I turned on my flashlight and walked towards the lit-up computer, calling out softly, "Chen Ruo Did you go to the restroom"

A heavy silence fell, leaving only Chen Ruo's computer still glowing from her recent use.

I felt a surge of alarm and quickly walked to the computer. The screen still displayed the dotted lines of a coffin and a human figure, then there were split screens, showing a mechanical arm suspended above the corpse's head.

What's going on Did Chen Ru run away

She's not stupid, she knows things have reached this point. Does she really think she can escape Besides, this lab doesn't even have a door! And frankly, being with us is safer than being alone.

"Chen Ruo, where are you" I looked around but still couldn't see her.

I reached out to grab the mouse, wanting to zoom in and see if there were any other screens on the display. As my finger just touched the mouse, it felt like I was struck by static electricity.

A light crack—ains were supple, but his strength was soft yet powerful, instantly gaining the upper hand. A gust of wind whistled in his ear —In the blink of an eye, I was plunged into a white light.The coldness an...