It feels like standing on a high mountain and looking into the distance;
Now it feels like standing on the beach watching the turbid waves rolling in.
"It's still late, as long as it doesn't take too long."
Chen Yang felt relieved and returned his attention to the Tang sisters who were in a bad situation.
"There is a backlash. Young Master, you should also be able to see that they are reincarnations of weapon spirits."
Guan Yun didn't hide it, he directly revealed the Tang sisters' trump cards.
Chen Yang did not pretend to be surprised, but nodded calmly, indicating that he had indeed guessed it.
"After all, they are just reincarnations of weapon spirits, not real weapon spirits."
"Every time the Yin Shen leaves the body and acts as a weapon spirit, they will not be able to support it."
Guan Yun spoke with quick movements.
He took out a small box and opened it to find thick incense ash and a small piece of unknown wood. It looked ugly, just like the leftover firewood randomly picked up by the stove.
"Um?"
Chen Yang sniffed, and as soon as the box was opened, he faintly smelled a fragrance.
The fragrance is very transparent, as if you take one breath and the taste goes straight to your brain.
"This is the soul-returning incense, which can slightly relieve the weakness of their Yinshen."
Guan Yun carefully lit the small piece of spices and lit up wisps of green smoke, which was inhaled into the noses of the Tang sisters as they breathed.
"The soul-reviving fragrance..."
The corner of Chen Yang's mouth twitched.
If he remembered correctly, his old nanny had mentioned it when teaching him, saying that the soul-returning incense could make up for the damage suffered by the Yin God when it left the body, and could also guide the return of the Yin God who was half-collapsed and unable to return to the body.
The latter is its main value.
Every time the twins use the weapon spirit to control the concentric rings, they need to burn the soul-returning incense to successfully appease the Yin God. This price is too high.
Chen Yang couldn't help but asked: "Are the benefits of your Qintian Prison so good?"
Guan Yun didn't want to talk.
But the corners of his eyes that were twitching with distress were enough to express his mood at the moment.
"Yeah~"
The Tang sisters finally woke up with a cry after a small piece of soul-returning incense burned into ashes.
"Son..."
Guan Yun looked at Chen Yang with a troubled expression.
Beside him, Tang Yan and Tang Que supported each other and stood up with difficulty like weak-footed shrimps.
Guan Yun bent down silently, and Tang Yan climbed onto his back skillfully.
Tang Que looked at Chen Yang eagerly.
"......good."
Chen Yang understood what Guan Yun meant and turned his back to Tang Que helplessly.
Tang Que climbed up on his back and slumped on his back as softly as dough.
"Let's go."
Guan Yun took the first step, and the second half of his words came from his back with the sound of wind: "If there is another strong enemy, just leave it to me, Lao Guan."
"Um?"
"Does this mean you still have a trump card?"
Chen Yang held Tang Que's buttocks to make it more comfortable for him to carry, and then followed him in big strides.
As for whether Tang Que was dissatisfied or groaned instinctively when he was moving, Chen Yang had no control over it.
Half an hour later, a Bodhi tree garden and a small temple were in sight in the distance.
Before Chen Yang and Guan Yun could breathe a sigh of relief, an alms bowl fell from the sky...