Fang Chen walked forward along the lakeside path.
There were many fallen leaves on the road, indicating that it is usually a place rarely visited.
At that very moment.
Fang Chen suddenly noticed a fierce-looking Buddha in the distance, wearing a kasaya and carrying a person in his hand. He slapped two men in front of him to the ground with two swift blows.
"This is?"
Fang Chen narrowed his eyes. This Buddha, despite being a member of the Buddhist sect, gave Fang Chen a feeling of intense killing intent.
Fang Chen felt a chill run down his spine and quickly turned around to hide behind a weeping willow.
At the same time, he gripped the gun tightly in his hand.
"The fragrance of lotus blossoms stretches across ten acres of pond, but the young girl, engrossed in playing, is late in picking lotus. In the evening, she plays on the sandy bank of the boat, laughing as she takes off her red skirt to wrap up the ducklings."
Suddenly, a small boat floated on the green waves of the lake, and a young girl in a green shirt held two oars and slowly rowed towards it, singing a little tune.
The girl's slender hands, with skin as white as jade, seemed almost transparent when reflected in the green waves.
"Judging from their clothing, it's ancient Chinese attire, but I wonder which TV series or movie world it's from."
Looking at the scene before him, Fang Chen made a guess.
He decided to keep watching; to know what kind of world this was, he needed a point of reference.
Fang Chen knew the nature of the time-travel portal; every time, it meant traveling to the side of the main character in the world.
At that moment, the singing girl moored her small boat to the shore and walked ashore carrying a small flower basket.
"This girl sings the folk song quite well; she could totally be on The Voice of China." Looking at the girl, Fang Chen secretly gave her a thumbs up.
This girl's appearance is probably comparable to that of Riki-Oh's girlfriend in the Riki-Oh universe.
Just then, the Buddha suddenly spoke loudly to the two burly men sitting on the ground, “Since you two are unwilling to tell me the location of Canhe Village, this humble monk will take his leave.”
"Is there something you need to do at Canhe Village, Master?"
Upon hearing the Buddha's words, the girl immediately responded.
The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a gentle face and a very sweet and clear voice that made people feel indescribably comfortable.
"Canhe Village?"
Fang Chen finally heard a place name from these people, and he was somewhat familiar with it.
But for the moment, I just couldn't remember.
"This humble monk wishes to go to Canhe Village. Could you please show me the way, young lady?" Just then, the Buddha spoke.
"No one outside would know the name of Canhe Village. Where did you hear it, Master?" The young girl asked, her beautiful eyes wide with surprise.
"This humble monk is a close friend of Mr. Murong, and I have come to pay my respects at his grave to fulfill our old promise. Also, I would like to see Young Master Murong." Upon hearing the girl's words, the Buddha's expression subtly brightened with joy as he spoke.
"Young Master Murong?!"
Upon hearing the girl's words, Fang Chen was suddenly startled. Young Master Murong, isn't this the master of Yanziwu, Murong Fu, from the novel "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"?
Could it be that the world I'm traveling to this time is actually the world of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils?
I wonder if it's the TV series starring Felix Wong or Hu Jun?
In this world, there are unique skills such as the Six Meridian Divine Sword, the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and the ability to use the opponent's own methods against them!
There are also masters like the Sweeping Monk, Qiao Feng, and the Child Granny of Tianshan!
At this moment, Fang Chen was overjoyed. He decided to continue observing to confirm which version of the Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils TV series it was.
"Oh dear, Master, what bad luck! Our Young Master Murong went out the day before yesterday. If only you had come three days earlier, you could have run into him." The girl said with a look of regret.
"Oh, what a pity!"
The Buddha shook his head and sighed. “However, this humble monk has traveled thousands of miles from Tibet to the Central Plains, wishing to pay homage at the tomb of Mr. Murong to fulfill his long-cherished wish. I humbly request that you grant me this favor, young lady.”
"Master is a good friend of Master Murong. Please come to our young master's residence for a cup of tea first, and then I will send you a message, okay?" the girl said softly.
"In that case, thank you very much, young lady!"
Seeing the young woman's polite manner, the Buddha continued, "Young lady, who are you from Young Master Murong's household? How should I address you?"
"Master! I'm the little maid who serves you while you play the zither and flute, my name is Abi. Please don't be so polite, just call me Abi!" the girl said with a charming smile.
"I wouldn't dare! I wouldn't dare!"
The Buddha said respectfully:
“It’s all by water from here to Yanziwu Qinyun Xiaozhu. If all of you want to go, I’ll row you there, okay?” Abi said immediately.
The Buddha nodded and said, "Thank you for your trouble."
After saying this, he helped the young man beside him and gently leaped onto the small boat.
The small boat only sank slightly and did not sway at all.
Abi smiled slightly at the Buddha and the young man, then rowed away.
"Yanziwu, Abi, it seems that this Buddha is the great villain Kumārajīva, and the young man he is carrying is Duan Yu!"