Chapter 0491 the heart of the dusty eyes hard to see
Tang Yinchen narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to wave in front of his eyes.
"Lao Yang? Are your eyes healed? Can you see?"
Yang Huanzhi shook his head, but clasped his hands together and bowed devoutly to the ice wall.
Tang Yinchen glanced at him sideways, held the robe on his shoulders with his fingers and shook it, "Old Yang, what are you doing?"
"Shh..."
Yang Huanzhi lifted up the clothes in front of him, leaned over and knelt on the futon.
He straightened his body, his posture was pious, and he seemed to be in awe of the ice wall in front of him.
Tang Yinchen scratched his head, could Lao Yang see it?
He glanced around the room twice and muttered a few words in a low voice.
"Yinchen."
"ah?"
Yang Huanzhi's call brought back Tang Yinchen's thoughts, and he was surprised. He lowered his head and looked up, only to see Yang Huanzhi acting like the eminent monk, clasping his hands together, closing his eyes and silently reciting the Qingxin Mantra.
"Tch... I have never believed in gods or Buddhas."
After Tang Yinchen finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and walked around with small steps.
Yang Huanzhi listened to the sounds in his ears, blocked out distracting thoughts, chanted the Qingxin Mantra repeatedly, and then listened carefully to the eminent monk's chanting.
Tang Yinchen wandered around, then suddenly raised his eyebrows, grinned, and jumped to the front of the eminent monk.
When I passed by from the side, my jaw almost dropped in shock. I thought that the monk must be old and in his twilight years.
However, even though he was used to seeing many beautiful men, he had never seen anyone who lived like the man in front of him, as if he were an otherworldly immortal who strayed into the mortal world...
Tang Yinchen quietly moved closer to his face, but did not notice the unkind gaze of someone in front of him.
His facial features are handsome, and although the top of his head is shaved, there are no ring scars. His facial features are sharp and angular, his brows and face are stretched, and his expression is relaxed. There is a very obvious tear mole on the lower right corner of the eye. His eyelashes are thick and long, like a cattail fan. His nose bridge is high.
His lips were straight, as if they were greased. Because he was meditating on Buddhist sutras, his lips opened and closed.
Looking at the tear mole, a bright light flashed across Tang Yinchen's mind for a moment, but when he wanted to catch it, it disappeared in an instant.
That's all, it's just a tear mole, maybe it just happened to appear on this fairy-like face, and it looks increasingly unreal.
Suddenly, his head got hot, and he moved forward two more points, stretched out his index finger, and wanted to poke the mole under the monk's eye.
At this time, the monk's slender fingers with clear joints suddenly stopped twisting the beads, and his eyes suddenly opened. A cold intention had not yet appeared, but it was quickly concealed.
The orange pupils were filled with ripples of light, and the vicissitudes of life could not be hidden in their eyes, as if they had experienced all kinds of suffering in the world.
"Donor Tang."
Tang Yinchen was startled by him and fell backwards. He yelled and glanced down. In desperation, he quickly covered the back of his head, half-bent and turned to the right.
Only then did Kankan turn over and lie on the ground without being embarrassed.
Before he could stand still, he was about to make another sound. He twisted his left foot left and right twice and fell straight towards the ground.
He secretly thought something was wrong, and stopped covering his head. Instead, he covered his ears with both hands.
In the flash of lightning, Yang Huanzhi suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm with one hand. Perhaps due to inertia, Tang Yinchen was pulled directly into Yang Huanzhi's arms.
His head directly hit Yang Huanzhi's chest. The latter endured the pain and hissed slightly, raising his hand to push his head away, but the latter threw the weapon to the ground with a clang and hugged him.
She grabbed his waist and began to cry loudly in a "pretentious" manner.
"Ouch! Lao Yang, you scared me to death! You said you can't even see, but if I fall, how will we get out alive!"
Yang Huanzhi's eyes were still unable to see, but he found that there was a black power in his body. When he wanted to see, the strange power could help him see for a short time.
Although it only takes a cup of tea, it is still better than being blind.
And if Tang Yinchen wanted to act as a hero and protect him, he would not stop him.
"Okay, Yinchen."
Yang Huanzhi's tone was full of doting and helplessness that even he didn't notice. The monk's ears twitched slightly, he glanced sideways, and turned around.
"Amitabha, this poor monk has seen two guards."
Yang Huanzhi took Tang Yinchen's hands off his waist, nodded and saluted the source of the sound, "Master, Huanzhi and his younger brother have been having a lot of troubles, disturbing the master's purity. I hope you won't blame me."
"The donor is overly worried. The poor monk has been cultivating here alone for many years, and he no longer knows what is going on in the outside world."
The monk looked kind, with a smile on his face. When he smiled, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes seemed clear and waveless. Upon closer inspection, he was wise and shrewd, as if he contained great wisdom, but did not reveal it.
He took a step back, his steps were light and made no sound at all.
For a moment, Tang Yinchen thought of Gu Yunshu, who was known as the jade son with frost and snow on his feet. But there was cunning hidden in Gu Yunshu's eyes that made people feel like spring breeze. He was popular, but he was not
It can only be viewed from a distance.
In comparison, this eminent monk is more like a visitor from outside the world who wanders outside the six realms. Every time he is in front of him in this world, he is afraid that he will feel ashamed.
But it is really weird for such an expert to hide in the realm of rift.
Tang Yinchen's eyes were rolling. It seemed that he was having a bad idea, but in fact he was thinking of how to make up words to trick the monk into letting them leave.
Before Tang Yinchen could say anything, Yang Huanzhi took the lead and asked, "Master, do you have any way to get out?"
"Amitabha...Donor Yang, your life span has expired. Although there are people who will renew your life and bring you back to life, this is an act of changing your life against heaven and is absolutely not advisable."
"Huanzhi doesn't understand the master's intention, so how can he talk about extending his life? I hope the master will make it clear!"
Master, what does this mean? Could it be that his resurrection from the dead is not that simple?
My hand subconsciously looked behind me, but found nothing.
The eminent monk did not respond. Tang Yinchen asked eagerly, "Senior, Lao Yang's eyes were injured by a female goblin? Do you have any way to cure it?"
"Amitabha! My heart is covered with dust, and my eyes cannot see clearly."
"Hey, why are you covered in dust? Why are you scolding people? Are you in the same group with that little goblin? Hand her over quickly!"
"Amitabha! The poor monk does not know the whereabouts of the person mentioned by the donor."
Tang Yin suddenly became anxious.
"Monks don't lie! Monk, if you cover up, then you have broken the precepts!"
"The benefactor's fate is uncertain now, but it can still be saved. If the benefactor shows regret, the world can still be saved."
"May I ask Master, what do you mean by this?" Yang Huanzhi asked.
The eminent monk said "Amitabha" again and said no more.
"The three of us entered this place together. If we want to survive, we must all get out alive! Otherwise, the worst we can do is die here together! Even if we are to be evil ghosts, I will still be the most evil one!"
"Stubborn."
The eminent monk's exhortations were useless, so I didn't waste any more words.