The glimmer of light first rose, and a trace of nothingness flashed through the originally dark hall.

The next moment, the familiar smell of incense drifted away.

Tang Chan carefully distinguished the smell in the air, but she did not notice the eyes of the Guanyin stone statue at this time. At this time, she actually shook the incense candle twice as she shook it.

Tang Chan quietly inserted the incense candle into the stone trough in front of her, and sat cross-legged on the cushion and waited quietly.

Two smart big eyes secretly looked at the space under the stone statue with the light of the incense and candle.

I saw that the stone statue of Guanyin was vaguely supported by a red colored table, and there was nothing else under the table.

This discovery made Tang Chan's eyes lit up.

Collapse, Collapse, Collapse, Tang Chan stretched out her hand and hit the stone slab under the wooden table with the wooden stick in her hand. But the situation was not as good as the wish, and the underside of the wooden table was still no different.

Tang Chan stood her head and quietly waited for the burning of the incense and candle.

Bang, the last bit of incense ash broke with the wind, and the only handle left was no different from the original incense candle handle in the hall.

Alas, Tang Chan sighed, why is this secret passage so difficult to find?

Tang Chan looked up at the Guanyin stone statue standing in front of her.

Could it be that the Guanyin stone statue can still hide people in the belly?

Tang Chan smiled self-deprecatingly, as if she was feeling helpless because of her whimsical imagination.

But the next moment, Tang Chan suddenly woke up again. He was no longer the earth, but the Journey to the West World. Everything that happened here was possible!

For some reason, Tang Chan remembered the stone tablet engraved with the three words Shuangcha Ridge that she saw when she was in Shuangcha Ridge. That thing seemed to be a space of its own.

"Sure enough, the problem is here!" Tang Chan murmured to herself.

But she didn't know that she was severely injured by the Holy Monk of Jinchi just now and almost bleeded blood. Despite forcibly suppressing her, there was still a faint smell of blood in her mouth.

The smell was extremely weak, and Tang Chan himself did not notice it.

But the eyes of the Guanyin stone statue in front of him did indeed flash a gloomy blood.

This taste...so sweet!

But Tang Chan was still looking around with confusion at this moment, thinking about whether there was any mechanism.

After the inquiry failed, Tang Chan held the wooden stick in her hand and thought about poking the abdomen of the Guanyin stone statue in front of her. The reason was that it seemed that the space here was the largest.

Collapse, collapse, collapse, collapse, the stone statue was no different from the ground.

Perhaps Tang Chan lost her patience and directly used all her spiritual power, and her dark eyes instantly turned into deep purple.

A faint purple light also shone on the stone statue, and the purple light swept back and forth on the stone statue.

Tang Chan's mouth curled slightly, this time, you still have your true colors?

But Tang Chan has always been afraid of using her spiritual power, afraid that she will be sensed by the strange things around her.

As expected, without waiting for the stone statue to react, the Jinchi Holy Monk who was lying faintly in the door of Sun Wukong's room eavesdropping suddenly shuddered and bounced up directly.

"Who!" A crisp and angry female voice came from the room, followed by rapid footsteps.

The door was opened a moment later. Sun Wukong looked out of the house thoughtfully, but only smelled a faint smell of blood.

"Hey, maybe it's a cat," Sun Wukong turned around and walked into the house, and shouted in a pretty good manner, "There's no one outside the master, so there's no need to worry."

However, this time, Sun Wukong's voice received no reply.

In the dark, a figure gradually appeared, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, no need to worry? Humph! I'm afraid you are afraid of being discovered this vulgar thing!

But, since they are all here, who went to my hall?

A black figure gradually dissipated, and Sun Wukong's door was completely closed. At this time, Sun Wukong was leaning against the wooden door, his head slightly tilted towards the direction where the black shadow disappeared.

The roar of Tang Chan just now was naturally very vivid, and a smile appeared on the corner of Sun Wukong's mouth.

Master, all I can do to help you is here. This Zen Temple is indeed strange!

I just thought about it and couldn't help much, so I returned to the bed, and did not lie down, but sat cross-legged. I remember that Bodhi Patriarch taught me the art of transformation.

When Sun Wukong closed his eyes, he would think about the little things he had done during his practice.

Then there was another joy. Why did I remember it so easily but not accomplished! I patted my head hard, and Sun Wukong looked puzzled.

Tang Chan felt that the smell of blood suddenly deepened a little bit around her. Just as she was about to take action, she heard a little sound outside the house.

Squeak, the door opens.

"Huh?" The visitor let out a light huh. It was obvious that after he found that there was no one here, he was a little unbelievable.

Could it be that there are cats here?

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!