But Tang Yinchen was determined and anxious, and he had to find out whether he was alive or dead.

"Monk, please understand what you are saying! I finally found Lao Yang, why do you say that he is dead? Could it be that this is the legendary gate of hell?" Tang Yinchen raised his voice and looked at him with a questioning look.

Asking the eminent monk, "Is it possible that... you, the monk, are a gatekeeper?"

"Amitabha, donor...no."

"No? Then you should explain it to me! By hiding it like this, could it be that the little goblin was given to the golden house to hide?" Tang Yinchen had a malicious look on his face, laughed evilly, and muttered in a low voice, "

It’s sad that I’m hiding in this place where I don’t see any human fireworks, it turns out I can’t see anyone.”

The eminent monk looked at him with profound meaning. Yang Huanzhi wanted to cover his mouth, but his eyes disappeared intermittently again.

He had no choice but to put his hands together in front of him and bow, "Master, don't blame me! Yinchen didn't mean to offend, and I hope you will show your respect!"

Upon hearing this, the eminent monk gently put the wooden fish mallet into his sleeve. When he stood up, he brushed the hem of his clothes and smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles on his body.

His appearance was majestic, and the compassion in his eyes was quite strong. The moment he turned around, there was a faint flash of Buddha's light.

Tang Yinchen opened his lips and was about to say more, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to make any sound or move.

Yang Huanzhi noticed something strange about him and hurriedly stood up and stretched out his hand towards him, "Yinchen? Yinchen! Are you okay?"

His eyebrows were twisted into the character "Chuan", but he reached out and found nothing.

"Master! As an eminent monk, Master should be compassionate. Yin Chen has a frivolous and arrogant temper. Huan will be disciplined in the future. I hope Master will not blame him!"

"Amitabha! Donor Yang has compassionate thoughts in his heart and is blessed by God. However, if the two benefactors enter the world, they will definitely cause chaos in the world."

Yang Huanzhi was confused, "Huanzhi is so stupid that he really doesn't understand the master's meaning?"

"As the name of this place goes back and forth, everyone who can come here is a person who has passed away and is not dead."

"Is he still alive?" Yang Huanzhi asked.

"Now that he has died, it is time for him to enter the underworld, seek the Meng Po soup brewed by Meng Po, and return to reincarnation. However, one of the two benefactors died, and the other came here forcefully in a mortal body, and both of them broke the heavens.

Rules. If this is the case, there will be no room for you two in heaven and earth."

Tang Yinchen watched from the side as Yang Huanzhi's expression kept changing. His heart thumped, his eyes suddenly changed, and red and blue lights intertwined and flashed in the palms of his hands.

The eminent monk's eyes containing infinite wisdom swept past Tang Yinchen. The latter suddenly felt a force of gravity falling from the top of his head, making him breathless and almost suffocating.

His eyes were fierce, he gritted his teeth, and kept chanting in his heart, 'Monk! Monk!'

Yang Huanzhi was unaware of this and continued to ask, "Master, do you mean that Dao Yinchen is still alive?"

"Exactly."

"Master, can you please send Yinchen out and Huanzhi stay here?"

Yang Huanzhi's blunt words and understatement fell in Tang Yinchen's ears, but he instantly exploded.

His face was flushed from holding back, and he bent over under the pressure, and then straightened his back with all his strength. The power that had been brewing for a long time in his hands gathered again, but now his limbs had turned into straw. The frost-soaked umbrella had limited power.

After all, the power is limited and gradually becomes dim.

"Old Yang..."

Tang Yinchen's voice was very weak, but it still reached Yang Huanzhi's ears.

He turned his head away, looked at where Tang Yinchen was, waved his long arm, and happened to hold his arm.

His muscles were tense and his clothes were soaked with sweat. Hearing him panting and breathing heavily, Yang Huanzhi was horrified.

"Yinchen?"

"Lao Yang, I'm fine. This monk must have been practicing for many years. You should leave quickly. Once you go out, Hazel will take you away."

His voice was softer than Yang Huanzhi had ever heard before, like a feather blowing across his heart. In addition to reluctance, it was also mixed with other emotions.

"What will you do if I leave?"

Yang Huanzhi's voice was very deep and muffled.

"Young Master is lucky. After you get out, you can come back with Hazel to save me."

He smiled freely and freely. If you could ignore his red eyes and the blood on his lips, he would look more like a fine person.

"I didn't abandon you that day in the Jinluan Palace, and I won't abandon you today."

After that, he directly held Tang Yinchen's hand, but the pain he expected did not come.

‘Bala’

It's the sound of straw scraping through clothes.

"Don't move."

It was Tang Yinchen who hugged him, and he could only hear his breathing getting heavier and heavier, and soon became weak again.

"Yinchen?!"

"Amitabha!"

The eminent monk saw that Tang Yinchen's injuries became more serious, and finally couldn't bear it any longer. He sighed and gently twisted the Buddhist beads with his left hand in front of him.

The gravitational pressure that originally suppressed Tang Yinchen like a small mountain gradually weakened until it disappeared.

Tang Yinchen was sweating heavily on his forehead. He glared at the eminent monk angrily, took a few deep breaths and said, "You monster monk! How dare you attack me!"

"The donor is of low strength and should devote himself to cultivation instead of being greedy for the world of mortals and attached to the world."

Tang Yinchen sneered, "You monster monk is so interesting, but I can only survive among the peonies. If it were like you here, guarding a pile of broken scriptures, day and night, how boring would your life be."

Tsk! It’s boring to think about it!”

Tang Yinchen's words were full of disgust, and Yang Huanzhi was speechless, fearing that Tang Yinchen would completely offend the eminent monk.

Unexpectedly, the eminent monk still calmly plucked the white jade Buddha beads one by one and said calmly, "The donor has gone through many things. The poor monk believes that the donor has learned to distinguish right from wrong."

"Nonsense! You monstrous monk, who in the city of Kyoto doesn't know how loyal I am! I think it was our brothers who brought down Captain Xu Jing. I was very impressive in those days!"

Tang Yinchen patted his chest and boasted, while Yang Huanzhi half covered his eyes, pretending to have forgotten that Tang Yinchen had been locked up in prison for those few days.

The eminent monk was neither happy nor angry, and said with a smile, "I hope the donor will remember what he said and never forget his original intention in the future."

"Hey...you should stop worrying so much! Don't talk about what's available and what's not! Since you don't want to kill us, let me and Lao Yang out as soon as possible!"

There was dense fog above them, and the two of them had not yet reacted.

Tang Yinchen patted his chest and boasted, while Yang Huanzhi half covered his eyes, pretending to have forgotten that Tang Yinchen had been locked up in prison for those few days.

The eminent monk was neither happy nor angry, and said with a smile, "I hope the donor will remember what he said and never forget his original intention in the future."

"Hey...you should stop worrying so much! Don't talk about what's available and what's not! Since you don't want to kill us, let me and Lao Yang out as soon as possible!"

There was dense fog above them, and the two of them had not yet reacted.


Chapter completed!