Ye Cheng stepped forward and snatched the bronze pen, which was about to write something on it.

"Wait a minute, what are you going to write?" Wu Tianyang asked eagerly.

Ye Cheng didn't pay attention to him, he wrote directly on it, he actually didn't know what to write.

"Open the door!"

When Ye Cheng wrote, there were some sparks, no one noticed that when he was writing, his hands were a little trembling, it was overexertion, and other people who didn't know it thought it was because of nervousness.

When he finished writing, he rubbed his wrist.

"Strange thing, how can he write it?" the people were a little puzzled.

Ye Cheng can write it, he clearly knows how much strength he uses, now he is brute force, if it was before, it is really possible that he will not be able to write.

As soon as he finished writing, Ye Cheng threw the bronze pen to Wu Tianyang.

Wu Tianyang wanted to teach him to have a rigorous attitude towards cultural relics, but he didn't dare to provoke the people of the Ye family.

Writing did appear on the bronze door, and everyone waited for the door's response.

Sure enough, the bronze door moved.

With a slight tremor shaking, the bronze door slowly retracted downward, making a noisy grinding sound.

Eventually, the bronze door became a doorway.

At this time, the whereabouts of the bronze door, everything inside came into view.

Rows of bookshelves are displayed in an orderly manner, and on them are quaint scriptures.

"Don't touch it with your hands, let alone move, just look. Wu Tianyang said.

As soon as he got closer, he immediately exclaimed, "It's true! It's still cumbersome Sanskrit, and the Indian scriptures are the original!"

Ye Cheng was not interested in these, he kept stroking the red agate ring in his hand, hoping to find a response.

Now the archaeological team members are recording these things, and no one has time to pay attention to Ye Cheng.

There is a large box in the corner, which is not very noticeable. The lock on it had rusted off, and Ye Cheng reached out to open it.

Suddenly, a burst of golden light came into view, and then disappeared.

When Ye Cheng saw it, he smiled contemptuously and said, "The monk's burial objects also have gold and silver treasures. ”

Hear the words. Wu Tianyang ran over and looked towards the box.

I saw gold nuggets, gold jewelry, night pearls, and gems of various colors piled up inside.

"These are hard goods, which can be worth hundreds of millions of yuan. Ye Yurou estimated.

When Wu Tianyang heard this, he asked a little timidly: "What about these things?"

Ye Yurou felt that he had misunderstood himself, so he explained: "Everything here belongs to the state, you slowly count, I have already reported it, this is to help you, and then I want to see what the ancestors put in it." ”

Ye Cheng looked at each gem seriously, but there was no reaction, confirmed that there were no memory fragments he wanted, and turned around to check other places.

In addition to bookshelves, scriptures, and a box of treasures, there are several statues in the room, which have nothing to do with Buddhism, and these statues are located in the four corners of the room.

Ye Cheng glanced at it and felt that these four statues were unremarkable, neither guards nor monks, so he no longer looked at them carefully.

Suddenly, his eyes were fixed on one of the statues.

"Something is wrong. Ye Cheng muttered.

He walked slowly to here, as he realized that it was a female statue.

Buddhism is solemn, the rules and precepts are strict, and it is really difficult to understand that such a statue of a woman is here.

Ye Cheng found again that there was a potted plant in the hand of this statue.

Tile pots, green leaves, small flowers.

A broken clay pot, two emerald green leaves, and a small white flower with four petals.

This is a variety that Ye Cheng has never seen before.

"No, how can flowers and plants live in the cemetery for so long?" Ye Cheng thought again, he had seen other news on TV, and found a thousand-year-old lotus seed in a tomb, which still sprouted after planting, blooming and scattering leaves.

Ye Cheng approached this potted plant curiously, and felt more and more that this potted plant was a little weird, and he couldn't say what was wrong.

His eyes slowly moved towards the flower, and suddenly, his red agate ring began to heat up, Ye Cheng thought about it, and wanted to get this flower.

"Whoosh!"

Ye Cheng's hand just touched this potted plant, and it immediately disappeared, as if it had been sucked into the flower.

And the others, even Ye Yurou, were all obsessed with the ancient relics here, and no one noticed Ye Cheng's disappearance.

Ye Cheng was dizzy for a while, and his feet seemed to be stepping on cotton, weak and weak.

After a few short breaths, he finally felt the ground under his feet, and he stumbled and almost fell.

"This is ......"

Ye Cheng took off his wide coat while looking at it, and wiped the slightly wet hair on his head, which was the water droplet that had fallen from the roof of the cave just now.

Ye Cheng looked around and looked at his current situation.

This is a cave with fresh air, and the gentle sunlight outside is refracted by the waterfall outside the cave and sprinkled in.

On the high platform of the cave, there stands a golden stick, and under the high platform there is a protruding stone with a golden headband on the stone.

"You're here?" a friendly voice came.

Ye Cheng followed the prestige, and in the deeper part of the cave, a monk slowly came.

The monk walked with a smile on his face, wearing a scepter in one hand and a bowl in the other.

Ye Cheng couldn't see his face clearly, and he didn't know if it was because of the dizziness just now, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Are you?"

After the monk approached, Ye Cheng saw his appearance, his appearance was delicate, his facial features were also ordinary, and he was always smiling.

Ye Cheng looked at him quietly like this, he always gave people a warm feeling of bathing in the sun.

The monk looked at Ye Cheng, moved his gaze to his tail again, and said with a smile, "You are still like this." ”

"You know me?"

The monk thought for a moment and said, "Get to know a little bit." ”

"Who am I?" Ye Cheng asked seriously.

"You don't even know who you are, how do I know?"

"And who are you?"

"Guess who I am?"

Ye Cheng was a little unhappy, a wave of anger arose, he felt that there was a force in his body that was about to burst out, and he had been working hard to restrain himself.

"If you don't want to die, speak well. Ye Cheng threatened.

The monk shook his head helplessly and said, "According to the gambling contract, you should call me master." ”

Ye Cheng realized, he had been doubting the identity of this monk, but there were only two kinds of thinking about it.

"You are Xuanzang?" Ye Cheng said.

Xuanzang nodded and said, "You forgot, right?"

Ye Cheng also nodded and asked, "It's because I forgot that I want to hear from you." ”

Xuanzangyun smiled lightly and said, "The story is very long, and I don't have time to tell you everything, but I'm very happy to see you now." ”

Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you really want to die?"