C55 (2/2)

The monk laughed, ”Sure.” Faang Wei sat down and strummed the zither, playing out a bright note. Faang Wei's heart stirred as he listened by the side, and his eyes narrowed slightly, speaking to the music rhythm, in addition to the girl whose zither was past level 4, everyone else in the music industry were all outsiders, but they still had basic musical skills. When the monk strummed the zither, using the lost finger technique, the sound of the zither suddenly became sonorous and powerful. The zither music once again rose up like a torrential torrent, as if thousands of men and horses were rushing forward, like arrows piercing through the air, metal and stone intersecting. Everyone present was completely mesmerized by the beautiful music.

”Clang!” Especially Hua Nongyue who was the most pleased with himself, as his two palms were almost going to turn red. Faang Wei also shook his head and said: ”Teacher, with your skills, you have truly buried such a talent here.”

The monk smiled and said, ”Everyone has their own ambitions. I think it's good here. At least the air is fresh.”

Just then, Hua Nongyue's phone rang, it was the class monitor who called to urge them to leave. Hua Nongyue stood up and said: ”Faang Wei, let's go, the class monitor is urging us to leave.”

Faang Wei could only get up and take his leave, they immediately rushed to the mountain top.

After organizing a few games in class on the mountain, it was almost noon, and the students who were tired of playing could go down the mountain in groups of twos and threes. It was rare for them to have a day together, while the male students would fight with each other at the Internet Cafe for a few rounds, while the female students would race to the end of the day to go shopping. Faang Wei did not have any hobbies with him, so he wandered around Yue Yang for a long time.

”I wonder if that master is still here.” Faang Wei thought, then walked in. The temple was not full of fire, and a temple that did not know fortune and did not care much, to become stronger was very difficult here, the monk was cleaning the floor, seeing that Faang Wei had arrived, he immediately went to welcome him, and laughed: ”It's going down the mountain.”

”Master, do you still remember me?” Faang Wei said happily in his heart, ”Yes, there's nothing to play on the mountain anyway, so I came here to talk with Master. To be honest, Master, you play really well, it's just that …”

”Just what …” The monk smiled.

”That's right, even I can't say it out loud. In short, I feel that the zither music seems to be filled with a strong killing intent.”

The monk put down the broom in his hand, looked at Faang Wei carefully a few times, and said: ”You can actually hear me? I'll play another one to see if you can hear me. ” The monk obviously found a good friend, and was in high spirits as he brought Faang Wei in.

Shang Que held onto Faang Wei, and said: ”Don't go.”

Faang Wei was stunned. ”Why?”

”I keep having the feeling that this monk is a bit strange. Anyway, we should head back earlier. The sky is about to turn dark.”

”What's the rush,” Faang Wei said. ”Why don't you go back first, I'll be back later. Don't worry, I'll definitely be back for dinner.”

Shang Que thought for a bit, seeing that Faang Wei had such an interest, he could only nod his head and follow Faang Wei in.

The monk poured Faang Wei and Shang Que a cup of green tea, lit an incense and said: ”I will now play you a tune that I rarely play, to see if you will be able to hear it.”

Faang Wei nodded his head repeatedly, the monk placed the zither down, took a deep breath, and then began to move the zither smoothly. Suddenly, the zither music changed and the monk's fingers quickly played on the zither, the zither music was sharp and high-pitched, the music music changed again and became gloomy and gloomy, as though he was crying …

Shang Que stood up, and increased his strength. However, Faang Wei remained indifferent, and even pointed at the monk's nose and scolded him: ”Monk, who are you, what kind of spell did you cast on Faang Wei!”

”Such a small zombie, how dare you act impudently in front of me!” The monk suddenly revealed a sly look and waved his hand fiercely. Shang Que felt pain and fell to the ground.

Ah!” Shang Que felt the world spinning around him as his entire body fell onto the ground. Raising his eyes, he saw a change in everything in front of him, and how was this even inside the temple? It was obvious that he was in front of a desolate and lonely grave, where ghost fires were burning, and other than this faint and scattered light, he could not even see his fingers when he stretched out his hand. The monk on the other hand was sitting alone in front of the tombstone with his hand on the zither.

As for Faang Wei, he sat crossed legged in front of the grave, completely indifferent, completely captivated by the sound of the zither, and didn't even know where he was!

”Faang Wei, Faang Wei!” Shang Que struggled to stand up and tried to pull Faang Wei away, but Faang Wei seemed to have been possessed and turned a deaf ear, he was still immersed in the intoxicating sound of the zither.

”Quickly come back with me, Faang Wei … What happened to you... Monk, what Tao Method did you use on Faang Wei!? ”

”I am playing the zither with Faang Wei here, why would you, a little zombie, ruin our mood!” The monk used his hands to stroke the zither strings, as though an invisible force had struck out, and once again knocked Shang Que down to the ground!