Tang Yinchen narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Old Yang? Are your eyes better? Can you see that? ”

Yang Huanzhi shook his head, but folded his hands and bowed reverently to the ice wall.

Tang Yinchen glanced at him slantedly, grabbed the robe on his shoulders with his fingers and shook it, "Old Yang, what are you doing?" ”

"Shhh

Yang Huanzhi lifted the hem of the clothes in front of him and knelt down on the futon.

He straightened up, his posture reverent, as if in awe of the ice wall in front of him.

Tang Yinchen scratched his head, can Lao Yang see it?

The eye glanced twice in the room and muttered a few words.

"Yin Chen."

"Huh?"

Yang Huanzhi's call recalled Tang Yinchen's thoughts, and he was surprised and looked down, but saw that Yang Huanzhi was like that monk, with his hands folded and his eyes closed and silently reciting the mantra of purifying his heart.

"Cut... The master has never believed in gods and Buddhas. ”

After Tang Yinchen finished speaking, he walked around with small steps behind his hands.

Yang Huanzhi listened to the movement in his ears, shielded distracting thoughts, repeatedly recited the heart-purifying mantra, and then listened carefully to the chanting of the monk.

Tang Yinchen walked around, suddenly raised his eyebrows, grinned, and jumped in front of the senior monk.

When he crossed over from the side, he almost dropped his chin in shock, thinking that the monk should be old and twilight.

However, even though he was accustomed to seeing many beautiful men, he had never seen a person in his life like the person in front of him, like an otherworldly immortal who had strayed into the mortal world......

Tang Yinchen quietly moved closer to his face, but he didn't 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 is no ring scar. The facial features are angular, the brows and face are stretched, and the expression is relaxed. There is a very obvious tear mole in the lower right corner of the eye. The eyelashes are thick and long, like a fan. The bridge of the nose is high, and the lips are greased. Because he was reciting the Buddhist scriptures, his lips were closed one by one.

Looking at the tear mole, Tang Yinchen's mind had a moment of bright light, but he wanted to catch it, but it disappeared in an instant.

It's just a tear mole, and it happens to be born on this fairy-like face, which seems less and less real.

Suddenly, he was hot-headed, leaned forward two more points, and stretched out his index finger to poke the tear mole under the corner of the monk's eye.

At this time, the monk's slender fingers suddenly stopped twisting the Buddha beads, and his eyes opened suddenly.

The orange pupils are rippling, and the vicissitudes that can't be hidden at the bottom of the eyes seem to have gone through the eight hardships of the world.

"Lord Tang."

Tang Yinchen was startled by him, and he threw himself backwards, he screamed, glanced sideways down, and in a hurry, he quickly covered the back of his head, half-bent over and flipped to the right, only then did he turn over, and lay on the ground without embarrassment.

Before he could stand firmly, he was about to make a sound again, and his left foot twisted left and right twice, and he planted it straight to the ground.

He secretly said something bad in his heart, and no longer covered his head, but covered his ears with his hands.

In the flash of light, Yang Huanzhi suddenly got up and grabbed his arm with one hand, perhaps due to inertia, Tang Yinchen was directly dragged into Yang Huanzhi's arms.

His head hit Yang Huanzhi's chest directly, and the latter endured a soft 'hiss' in pain, raised his hand to push his head away, but the latter threw the weapon on the ground with a 'bang', hugged his waist and began to cry loudly.

"Ouch! Old Yang, I'm scared to death! You said you can't see it with your eyes, if I fall, how can 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, and when he wanted to see, that strange power could help him see for a short time.

Although it is only possible to make a cup of tea, it is better than being blind.

And Tang Yinchen wants to act as a hero to protect him, and he will not stop him.

"Alright, Yinchen."

Yang Huanzhi's tone carried a pampering and helplessness that even he didn't notice, and the monk's ears moved slightly, and he turned around directly.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has seen two guards."

Yang Huanzhi pulled Tang Yinchen's two hands away from his waist and saluted to the source of the voice, "Master, Huanzhi has a lot of disturbances with his brother, disturbing the master's purity, and I hope the master will not blame." ”

"The donor has been thinking a lot, the poor monk has been lonely and widowed here for many years, and he has long been unaware of the outside world."

The monk looked kind, and smiled. When he smiled, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his eyes seemed to be clear and waveless.

He took a step back, his steps light, without a sound.

For a moment, Tang Yinchen remembered Gu Yunshu, who was known as the son of the frosty snow jade. But under Gu Yunshu's eyes like a spring breeze, there was cunning. He is alive, but he is not just from afar.

In contrast, this high monk is more like a visitor from outside the Six Realms, and once in front of him in the world, he is afraid that he will be ashamed of himself.

But it is really strange that such a tall person is hiding in the rift realm.

Tang Yinchen's eyes rolled, as if he was making a bad idea, but in fact, he was thinking about how to make up words to trick the monk into letting them go.

Without waiting for Tang Yinchen to speak, Yang Huanzhi took the lead in asking, "Master, do you have a way to get out?" ”

"Amitabha...... Lord Yang Shi, your yang life is over, although someone will continue your life for you and bring you back from the dead. However, this move is a move to change one's life against the sky and is absolutely undesirable. ”

"Huanzhi doesn't know the meaning of the master, how can this be said to continue life? I hope the master will say it clearly! ”

Master, what do you mean by that? Could it be that his resurrection from the dead is not so simple?

The hand subconsciously leaned back, but felt empty again.

The senior monk didn't respond, and Tang Yinchen asked eagerly, "Senior, Lao Yang's eyes were injured by a female goblin?" Is there a cure for you? ”

"Amitabha! The heart is dusty, and the eyes are difficult to see. ”

"Eh, why is it dusty, why are you scolding? Are you in league with that little goblin? Hand her over! ”

"Amitabha! The poor monk did not know the whereabouts of the person in the benefactor's mouth. ”

Tang Yin suddenly became anxious.

"Monks don't speak! Monk, if you cover up, then you have broken your vows! ”

"The donor's fate is still undecided, and it can still be recovered, and if the donor has remorse, the future can still be recovered."

"Dare to ask the master, what do you mean by this?" Yang Huanzhi asked.

The eminent monk said 'Amitabha' again and said no more.

"We and the three of us will enter this place together, and if we want to live, we must all go out alive! Otherwise, it's a big deal to die here together! Even if you are an evil ghost, you must be the most evil one! ”

"Stubborn."

The monk's exhortation was useless, and he didn't bother anymore.