Conspiracy

Chapter 482
On the other hand, Tang Yinchen was determined and impatient, and he must ask what happened if he lived or died.

"Monk, you've made it clear! The young master finally found Lao Yang, why do you think he's already lived? Could it be that your place is the legendary gate of ghosts?" Tang Yinchen raised his final voice and looked at him suspiciously. asked the eminent monk, "Could it be that you, the monk, are a gatekeeper?"

"Amitabha, the donor is not."

"No? Then you should explain it to me! By hiding it like this, could it be that the little goblin is being kept in the golden house?" Tang Yinchen grinned maliciously, and muttered in a low voice, " It's sad to hide in this place where there is no fireworks in the world, it turns out that it is shameful."

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

He had no choice but to put his hands together in front of him and bow, "Master, don't blame me! Yin Chen didn't mean to offend, and I hope Master Haihan!"

Hearing this, the eminent monk gently put the wooden hammer into his sleeve, brushed the hem of his clothes when he stood up, and smoothed out the folds that did not exist on his body.

His appearance is majestic, and the color of compassion in his eyes is quite strong. The moment he turns around, there is 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, and he couldn't make a sound, nor could he move.

Yang Huanzhi noticed his strangeness, quickly got up and stretched out his hand towards him, "Yinchen? Yinchen! Do you have anything to do?"

His pair of sword eyebrows twisted into the word 'Chuan', but when he stretched out his hand, there was nothing.

"Master! As an eminent monk, Master should be compassionate. Yin Chen is frivolous and arrogant. In the future, Huanzhi will be disciplined. I hope Master will not blame him!"

"Amitabha! Donor Yang has compassion in his heart, and he is blessed by heaven. It's just that if the two benefactors enter the world, they will definitely disrupt the world."

Yang Huanzhi's head was in a daze, "Huanzhi is so dull, do you really not understand the meaning of Master?"

"The name of this place is called Reciprocation. Anyone who can come here is a person who has passed away."

"Is he alive?" Yang Huanzhi asked back.

"I'm already dead, so I should go to the underworld, and get the Mengpo soup made by Mengpo, and return to reincarnation. However, one of the two benefactors died, and the other came here forcibly with a mortal body, which broke the sky. Rules. In this way, the world will no longer tolerate the two of you."

Tang Yinchen watched Yang Huanzhi's complexion constantly changing, his heart clicked, his eyes changed suddenly, red and blue streamers flashed intertwined in the palms of his hands.

The eminent monk's eyes full of infinite wisdom swept past Tang Yinchen lightly, and the latter suddenly felt a gravity falling from the top of his head, making him unable to breathe, almost suffocating.

His eyes were vicious, he gritted his teeth 'creaking', and kept saying 'monster monk!Monk! '

Yang Huanzhi was unaware of this, and continued to ask, "The meaning of the master is that Dao Yinchen is still alive?"

"exactly."

"Then can the master send Yinchen away, and Huanzhi stay?"

Yang Huanzhi's frank and understatement fell into Tang Yinchen's ears, but he was immediately blown away.

His face flushed from holding back, he was bent over by the coercion, and then straightened his back with all his strength.The power that had been brewing in his hands for a long time gathered again, but his limbs have now turned into straw.The frost-soaked umbrella has limited power, and after all, its power is limited, and it gradually becomes dim.

"Lao Yang"

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

He turned his head away and looked at where Tang Yinchen was. With a wave of his long arm, he happened to hold his arm.

His muscles were tense, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. Hearing his panting and heavy breathing, Yang Huanzhi was terrified.

"Yin Chen?"

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

His voice was so soft that Yang Huanzhi had never heard before, like a feather brushing across his heart, in addition to reluctance, there was also a different kind of emotion mixed in.

"If I leave, what should you do?"

Yang Huanzhi's voice was deep and muffled.

"Little master, after you go out, come back with Hazel to save me."

He smiled freely, if he could ignore his red eyes and the blood on his lips, he would be more like a person who has nothing to do.

"I didn't abandon you that day in the Golden Luan Hall, and I won't leave you today."

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

'barra'

It was the sound of straw scratching through the clothes.

"do not move."

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

"Yin Chen?!"

"Amitabha!"

Seeing Tang Yinchen's injuries getting worse, the eminent monk finally couldn't bear it, sighed, and gently twisted the Buddhist beads with his left hand in front of him.

The gravitational coercion that suppressed Tang Yinchen like a hill before was unknowingly and quietly lightened until it disappeared.

Tang Yinchen's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He glared at the eminent monk angrily, and after taking a few breaths, he said, "Well, you monster monk! How dare you attack the young master!"

"The strength of the benefactor is low, so he should devote himself to cultivation, instead of being greedy for the world of mortals and being attached to the secular world."

Tang Yinchen sneered, "You monster monk is very interesting, but my young master can only survive among the peony bushes. If it's like you here, guarding a pile of broken scriptures and not distinguishing between day and night, how boring life is. Tsk! It’s boring to think about it!”

Tang Yinchen's words were full of disgust, Yang Huan was at a loss for words, lest Tang Yinchen would completely offend the eminent monk.

Unexpectedly, the eminent monk still moved the white jade beads one by one calmly, and said calmly, "The benefactor has gone through many things, and the poor monk believes that the benefactor already knows how to distinguish right from wrong."

"Nonsense! You monstrous monk, who in the capital city doesn't know that the young master is righteous! Think about the captain Xu Jing, who was pulled down by our brothers. Those few days, the young master was so majestic!"

Tang Yinchen patted his chest and blew the cowhide, Yang Huanzhi half-covered his eyes, pretending to forget that Tang Yinchen was locked in the prison for a few days.

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

"Hey, eat less salty carrots and stop worrying! Don't talk about what's there! Since you won't kill us, let Xiao Ye and Lao Yang out!"

Tang Yinchen knew that he couldn't beat the monk, but he still refused to suffer.

Looking at his recalcitrant appearance, the eminent monk didn't think about haggling with him.

"Hey! Where did the monk come from? You can keep my son's people if you want?"

Suddenly thick fog gathered above their heads, and the two of them had just recovered from the human voice, and when they recognized the identity of the person, joy appeared on their faces.

The surrounding ice walls were constantly melting, and turned into water flowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, but when it touched the ground, it directly turned into ice-colored mist and dissipated in an instant.

(End of this chapter)