In the red palace, Yang Huaiping was taken by two hideous-looking ghosts to the side of an ice spring with white mist in a grotto under the command of the enchanting woman.

A ghost cha holding a steel fork untied the rope of the runes that flickered on Yang Huaiping's wrist, and the other onicha holding a sharp red dagger ruthlessly kicked him into the ice fountain.

With the sound of falling water, Yang Huaiping was immediately planted into the ice spring shrouded in white mist, a piercing chill immediately swept his mind, Yang Huaiping slowly submerged his body into the ice spring, he understood that if he could not adapt to the extremely cold temperature of the ice spring water, then his Yuan Shen would cause indelible wounds.

When Yang Huaiping's entire body was immersed in the ice spring, a thin layer of cold ice condensed on his body at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yang Huaiping felt that he was like a frozen fish in the river at this time, and his whole body was a feeling of rigidity, and the speed of blood flow almost stopped.

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As time passed, Yang Huaiping's consciousness gradually blurred in the torment of this extremely cold temperature, and he felt that he was hovering on the edge of the gate of life and death at this time, as if he could never open his eyes as soon as he closed them.

At this time, the side was specially guarding the ice spring, and a thin and short figure, with a very hateful face, looked at Yang Huaiping and sighed: "The guy in this ice spring must be naughty with Lord Yaksha, so he was beaten into this ice spring, once he enters this ice spring, even if he doesn't die, the Yuan Shen will become an idiot, it's really a sin that can be lived, and it can't live if he does it himself!"

When Yang Huaiping's eyelids were about to close, in a trance, many wood carvings in the shape of Hu Yuxuan appeared around him, and these wood carvings turned into wisps of thread to break the ice on Yang Huaiping's body, and he Huaiping felt an unprecedented warm power instantly filled Zhou up and down.

Yang Huaiping read such a sentence in the "Prajna Sutra", "If the heart is sincere, you can understand the spirit." He thought to himself that maybe his thoughts about Hu Yuxuan were too deep in the bone marrow, and this kind of thinking was not mixed with any impurities, so the wood carvings he carved were entangled in Lingzhi, and he has been silently guarding his side to protect him and save his life at a critical time.

Just as Yang Huaiping was in the middle of thinking, a large catfish with a body of five meters long, a wide head with a long beard, a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth, and a white light suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

The big catfish stared at Yang Huaiping with a pair of dark and shiny eyes, and it opened its bloody mouth and was about to rush towards Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping muttered in his mouth, "The body is like a Bodhi tree, the heart is like a mirror platform, always wipe diligently, don't make dust." Then he sat down cross-legged and fell silent, and began to visualize a hero he admired very much when he was a child, a hero who dared to challenge the constraints of dogma and challenge the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

In an instant, a Monkey King wearing a phoenix-winged purple gold crown, wearing gold chain mail, pedaling on the clouds, and holding a wishful golden hoop stick appeared from the top of Yang Huaiping's head.

Guarding the ice spring on the side, the thin ghost cha saw the Monkey King, he was so frightened that he trembled and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

The catfish, which was shrouded in white qi, saw the majestic Monkey King in front of it, its expression froze slightly, and then turned into a cloud of white mist and dissipated.

At this time, Yang Huaiping slowly opened his eyes, he thought to himself that the method of visualization that he came out of his whims was indeed magical, with the help of the power of the gods and Buddhas to retreat from the enemy, but if you want to succeed in the visualization, you must first be sincere, if the heart is not successful, if you want to visualize the help of the gods and Buddhas in the sky, I am afraid it is just vain.

Suddenly, a sharp scolding came out, "You dead scholar is still weird, you dare to contradict our Lord Yaksha, I think you kid is simply an old birthday star eating arsenic - tired of life!"

As he spoke, two green-faced and fanged ghosts escorted a man with a white face, clear eyes, and scholarly appearance to Qingquan.

A blue-faced and fanged imp reached out and slammed a mace with countless spikes into the back of the white-faced scholar, hammering him into the ice fountain at once.

Suddenly, the spikes on the mace instantly pierced into the skin of the white-faced scholar's back, and the bright red blood instantly flowed and stained his clothes red.

With a thud, the white-faced scholar fell into the ice fountain, and the blood behind him instantly condensed into blood-colored ice flowers.

Under the white mist of the ice spring, a thin layer of frost also condensed on the white-faced scholar's body, but he did not have the slightest look of pain and fear, but a awe-inspiring and righteous face.

Because the big catfish in the ice spring was jealous of Yang Huaiping, it didn't dare to exert its own cold power on Yang Huaiping, so Yang Huaiping could no longer feel the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow in the past, he was in the ice spring, but felt cool and comfortable.

Yang Huaiping slowly walked in front of the white-faced scholar, he looked at the white-faced scholar with an indifferent smile and said, "I see that this brother Tai has an awe-inspiring face, is it said that Brother Tai is not afraid of death?"

The white-faced scholar raised his chin and was full of righteousness, "People are inherently dead, and they would rather die openly than live!"

Hearing this, Yang Huaiping couldn't help but feel a sense of looking up to the upright white-faced scholar in front of him, and after thinking for a while, he walked to the white-faced scholar from the ice spring, and Yang Huaiping whispered a word in the white-faced scholar's ear.

The white-faced scholar narrowed his clear eyes into a slit and fell into thought, and after thinking for a long time, he gradually understood what he said to Yang Huaiping, and the white-faced scholar began to enter a state of concentration.

The frost continued to spread around the white-faced scholar, but he stood still like a stone of Mount Tai, and the white-faced scholar's expression seemed to be pious, solemn, solemn, and his meticulous expression was as if he was on a pilgrimage.

In an instant, the top of the white-faced scholar's head conjured up a saint who was filled with the great strength of heaven and earth, and came with oppression, emitting this golden light.

In an instant, the white air in the entire ice spring was dispelled by the golden light, and at this time, there was still a little cold in the ice spring, giving people a feeling as warm as a spring breeze.

After the thin and short ghost saw this scene, he immediately trembled with fright, and staggered out of the grotto.

Yang Huaiping looked at the white-faced scholar who slowly opened his eyes and said with admiration: "This benevolent brother, he is a saint in reading, and the younger brother is really admired!"

The white-faced scholar looked at Yang Huaiping with a very humble expression on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "If your heart is sincere, you can understand your mind, but Ning is taught, listening to your words is better than reading for ten years!"

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In the lonely grotto, there was a constant sound of Yang Huaiping and the white-faced scholar talking stumblingly, and the two talked about the world, quite a feeling of being separated from old friends for many years.