Tang Yinchen was worried about his injury, so how could he care about anything else.
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
"It's okay, I'm just a little uncomfortable with it. Please tell me first, what is around us?"
Tang Yinchen glanced around casually, "The water in the lake is colorful, and I don't know what it is floating around. There are a lot of flowers planted around it. Hey, could it be that these flowers are poisonous, which is why your eyes can't function well?"
Already?"
"What else?"
"Also? Apart from the small broken island below our feet, there's nothing else."
"Little Broken Island?"
"Yes? Otherwise, what else can there be? There are many spiritual plants on the ground, but they are not as high as my knees. Not to mention girls, I can't even find a tree wherever I look."
"Yinchen, we should be in a stone building. The first floor is filled with bookshelves containing scriptures, and the second floor is planted with many small flowers and herbs. There is a towering ancient tree in the middle.
Full of blue and purple flowers.”
Tang Yinchen listened to him with a blank expression and scratched his head, "Are you hallucinating? There are none here at all!"
"No! There must be!"
Yang Huanzhi explained to Tang Yinchen his experiences after waking up. However, Tang Yinchen shook his head.
"I have never experienced a thunderstorm. The goblin must have deceived you with illusions."
"No thunder tribulation?"
"Of course. I'm just a mortal. A thunderbolt can chop me into ashes. How can it be possible that countless thunderstorms have struck me and I can still see you alive and well?"
Tang Yinchen's tone was very casual. Yang Huanzhi was slightly shaken, but he remembered the scene he had seen before...
"Shilou and that girl must exist... Yinchen, do you still believe me?"
"Guess?"
Yang Huanzhi chuckled, held Tang Yinchen's hand, and closed his eyes again.
Recite the Purifying Mantra silently again and calm down your mind completely...
In an instant, golden spiritual power fluctuations continued to flash around them. In Tang Yinchen's surprised eyes, the scene suddenly changed, and the two of them came directly to the stone building Yang Huanzhi mentioned.
"..." Tang Yinchen blinked, "So you didn't tease me? Is there really a stone building?"
"Um."
"But I still haven't seen the flower tree and girl you mentioned."
"Then take a look again. Are there any stairs leading to the third floor?"
"Third floor? At first glance, there are stone walls in all directions, and there is only a door leading to the first floor."
"Is it because the two of us are not sincere enough that the eminent monk doesn't want to meet us?"
"Eminent monk? I haven't seen the eminent monk and the girl, but there is one in front of the bookworm young man."
"Okay, Yinchen, stop making trouble."
"I'm not kidding! It's obvious that you have been telling lies." Tang Yinchen spread his hands.
Yang Huanzhi bowed again and said, "Huanzhi and his younger brother mistakenly entered the master's pure land and disturbed your purification. It is my brother's fault. I hope the master will do it conveniently and let us leave this place."
After waiting for a long time, no one responded, and before Tang Yinchen even laughed out loud, the sounds of chanting sutras and banging wooden fish reached his ears clearly.
Yang Huanzhi felt happy, and a smile appeared on the corners of his lips and eyebrows.
Following the direction from which the sound came, they walked toward the southeast together.
The two of them had just approached the stone wall, and saw that the stone wall opened directly, and a cold air hit their faces.
Yang Huanzhi, who was blind, raised his hand and rubbed his arm. The two looked and saw a winding ice staircase directly in front of them, allowing them to walk side by side.
The left and right sides are still made of ice, and every three steps or so, you can see a Buddha statue embedded in them.
Catching a glimpse of Yang Huanzhi looking towards him, Tang Yinchen met his eyes and held his wrist with his backhand through his sleeve.
"Lao Yang, I'm looking for a way, follow me."
The latter nodded slightly, and the two of them took steps at the same time, stepping onto the first ice step.
Tang Yinchen's hand was blocked in front of him intentionally or unintentionally, his sword eyebrows were tightened, and his right hand clenched the folded frost-soaked umbrella.
Yang Huanzhi was taller than him, and his right hand naturally rested on his shoulder. The warmth of his palm fell on his shoulder through his clothes, and the corners of their lips were slightly curved.
"Yinchen, where is Brother Su?"
When Su Zhen was mentioned, Tang Yinchen's smile suddenly faded.
"He's still up there fighting the undead. We have to get out as soon as possible."
"Is he injured?"
Tang Yinchen shook his head, remembering that he couldn't see it, and said, "I don't know, I didn't see it."
Hearing that something was wrong in his voice, Yang Huanzhi asked, "Yinchen, are you hiding something from me?"
"without......"
Yang Huanzhi stopped immediately and asked in a solemn voice, "Tell the truth, but something happened to Brother Su? You can't hide it from me!"
"I just think... Hazel is not a mortal. We underestimated him in the past." Tang Yinchen's tone was dark and unclear.
"Brother Su's practice of spiritual arts is not comparable to that of mortals like you and me."
"No...I mean..."
Tang Yinchen was at a loss for words. He would not tell Yang Huanzhi that he thought Su Zhen was a demon or had entered the demonic path...
Moreover, the resurrection of Lao Yang is inseparable from Su Zhen. Maybe even Lao Yang has been assimilated...
"I can't tell clearly for a moment, but no matter how you say it, Zhenzi is my Tang Yinchen's dead brother. I have identified him as a god, a man, or a devil."
His voice was firm, but the meaning behind his words made it clear that something was wrong. Yang Huanzhi wanted to ask a few more questions, but Tang Yinchen said, "We're here."
Inside the stone door in front of me, the sounds of chanting sutras and banging wooden fish became increasingly clear, and wisps of sandalwood penetrated into my mouth and nose.
Tang Yinchen did not hesitate and raised his hand to push the stone door open.
The space inside the door is not large. Directly in front is a frontal ice wall, with a monk wearing white cassocks sitting cross-legged and meditating with his back to them.
Looking from the rear, one can see his slim figure, with no wrinkles in his left hand, twisting a string of clear white jade beads. One of the beads is blue-purple, and the transparent waves in it can be seen faintly. His right hand is beating the wooden fish in front of him.
He kept chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.
The bed on the left is made of wood, with a white gauze hanging outside. There is a chessboard on the couch in front of the window. The game on the chessboard is not yet clear, and the winner is not decided. There are two futons on the left and right.
On the table on the right, there was an incense burner and a translucent glass vase, with a flower in the vase. They had seen it on the flower tree not long ago.
Yang Huanzhi sniffed it, and the familiar fragrance of flowers made him frown. There were blue jacaranda flowers again.
Although he had doubts, he still pulled Tang Yinchen's sleeves, bowed solemnly to the source of the sound, and saluted.
"Huanzhi has met the eminent monk."
Tang Yinchen pursed his lips, nodded reluctantly and said, "I'm Tang Yinchen."
However, the eminent monk paid no attention to the two of them. He just kept reciting Buddhist sutras and turned a deaf ear to their voices.
Tang Yinchen had a hot temper and was not as good-tempered as him.
"Monk! You..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Yang Huanzhi covered his mouth.
The latter shook his head at him, turned back and walked towards the cave, took away the two futons and placed them not far behind the eminent monk. This chapter has been completed!