Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2062 Toss
An iron door full of chains appeared in front of him.

Chu Yan reached out to touch the hot chain, and heaved a long sigh in his heart.

In the past few days, he really was lying to himself.

He hadn't forgotten anything at all.

He hadn't seen him for many days, but he still remembered clearly how many gaps there were in the chain.

When he saw this door for the first time, he was full of fear, but when he saw him again later, he was only happy. When he saw him again today, Chu Yan felt as if he had passed away.

For him, it is indeed a world away.

Because he can't get in.

A fist-sized iron lock was placed across the iron chain. Chu Yan touched his empty chest. The key that was originally hanging around his neck had been taken away by the master of the monastery, and he could not open the door.

It's just that before going down to the ground, Chu Yan still had a little luck in his heart, hoping that the door would open by itself.

After all, there are many incredible places in this door.For example, Chu Yan still doesn't understand why the door was suddenly locked from the outside when he entered the dark room for the first time, and how did he get out of it in the end?

Why didn't this happen again every time he came back?

With these questions circling in his mind, Chu Yan reached out and tugged at the iron lock.

The thick door lock was heavy and motionless.

There was a hostility in Chu Yan's eyes, and he suddenly drew his sword and slashed at it.

With a bang, sparks flew from the chains!
Chu Yan took a step back and looked at the notched sword in his hand in shock.He was not shocked by the damage to the sword, but by his action just now.

What he did just now was completely thoughtless, and before he realized it, he had already chopped it up.

The humming sword sound echoed in the underground passage, Chu Yan's palms were numb, and he was terrified.

He is crazy.

If the master of the Chanyuan had set up traps or surveillance arrays near this dark room, his actions just now would be enough to make him confess here.

Chu Yan put the sword back into its sheath, and looked around in fear.

It was quiet in the corridor, and there was no movement for the time being.

Chu Yan let go of half of his heart, but his heart was even heavier.

There are no other traps and formations outside the gate, which shows that the master of the Zen garden is extremely assured of this location, and on the other hand, it also shows that the master of the Zen garden is extremely assured of this gate.

There is no need for any formation traps at all, and only this door can lock the things inside.

Chu Yan couldn't help holding his breath when he thought of his speculation about the true identity of the pile of fire.

To be able to trap such a terrifying existence inside, this door might not be able to be opened even if the Heavenly Rank or even the Son of God came.

only……

Is it really just this door that traps the flame?

Chu Yan stretched out his hand to touch the hot door panel, recalling again that he was inexplicably locked and sent out when he came in for the first time.

He was locked inside at the time, tired of crying and slept by the pool, and woke up outside the door.

When he was locked inside, he tried many times but couldn't open the door from inside. What happened at that time was not in his imagination, he was indeed locked inside.

No matter how you put it, it was impossible for him to sleepwalk out by himself.

So how did he get out that day?
Chu Yan put his palm on the iron gate and slowly clenched into a fist.

There was only that ball of fire in the entire underground dark room at that time, and the only thing that could be thought of was that ball of fire.

But if the fire can send him out, it means she can open the door.

That being the case, why couldn't she go out by herself?

What is it that traps her here?
Chu Yan had a splitting headache and shook his head violently, no matter how he got out that time, but no matter how he struggled now, he couldn't open the door.If he couldn't open the door, he would never see the existence inside again.

"Boom!"

Chu Yan's fist hit the iron plate hard, and blood gushed out of his fractured palm again.

However, the iron gate stood still.

No matter how he beat and struggled, this iron gate existed here.

Chu Yan looked at the door and slowly sat down on the ground.

The last time he saw the flames appeared in his mind.

Was that scene a farewell?
I haven't seen you for so many days. How is the fire?Does the master of the monastery give her firewood regularly?
I'm afraid it will.

Chu Yan saw the image of the master of the monastery stretching his hand into the flames, and gritted his teeth.

He actually didn't understand what the monastery was doing in that scene, but a guess emerged in his heart.

To the master of the Buddhist monastery, the fire is probably a pile of living materials.That person kept the fire in the ground so carefully, instead of plundering it all at once, there should be another reason for it.

The master of the monastery needs the fire to supply him with something continuously.

However, just taking it once, the pile of flames dimmed a lot. If you keep taking it like this, what will happen to the pile of flames?
There was a chill in Chu Yan's heart, he pressed his forehead against the hot iron plate, and said in a low voice, "Hello."

"Hey, are you still there?"

A scorching temperature came from his forehead, but there was no reaction inside the iron plate.

Chu Yan gritted his teeth and continued to speak.

"Hey."

"I'm the one who came to give you firewood every day, do you remember me?"

There was still silence inside the door.

His voice echoed in the quiet corridor, Chu Yan's voice became louder and louder, and his knocking on the iron door became more and more serious.

He didn't know whether it was the iron gate that completely cut off his voice, or the fire inside couldn't detect his movements.

After knocking like this for nearly an hour, there was still no response from the iron door, and the back of Chu Yan's hand was swollen.

He glanced at the back of his hand expressionlessly, drew his sword out of its sheath, and began to dance with it.

Before, as long as he swung his sword, the fire would react.

In the narrow corridor, bursts of sword light lit up again this time.

However, no matter how Chu Yan tossed about, or even showed his flaws on purpose, there was still no movement inside the iron gate, it only seemed that he was a fool who was tossing around in front of the gate.

With a snap, the sword in Chu Yan's hand fell to the ground, and he also lay on the ground, panting like a dog in water.

He really had nothing else to do.

Chu Yan raised his head and looked at the thick door.

The people screamed, the sword danced, and the last trick left was to cry?

But for some reason, he had a premonition in his heart that even if he cried into tears here, his crying might not be heard inside.

"If you don't leave, the Chan Lord will come back soon."

Chu Yan hugged the sword on one side tightly and curled up into a ball on the cold ground.

He knew he should give up completely and chose to leave.

But he was exhausted from the inside out, and his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

Obviously not knowing what to do, he still lay in the mud and closed his eyes.

"Hey, wake up."

(End of this chapter)