My practice narration is weird

The snow is still falling.

It is falling in large flakes, covered in silver, as if there is no moment of stopping.

A figure falls from the sky, stepping on the snow silently.

It is Ye Wuyou who is following the trail.

His eyes swept across the snow-covered world around him, and after a moment of silence, Ye Wuyou's eyes showed a little solemnity.

"Strange Domain..."

[Unlimited] Strange Domain.

This is beyond Ye Wuyou's expectation.

The two strange things on Luo Qinghan's body are still well controlled. Even though the erosion of [Time Zero] was more serious before, it was temporarily suppressed.

With Luo Qinghan's talent, it is not a problem to step into the seventh realm before [Time Zero] reaches the erosion.

In short, the erosion of the strange things should not hinder Luo Qinghan in the short term.

Even if the situation is the worst, it should not be [Unlimited].

[Time Zero] was originally the hidden danger of Luo Qinghan.

But now, it is the strange domain of [Unlimited] that is open.

The doubts in his mind increased instead of decreased. Lu Caiwei's disappearance weighed heavily on Ye Wuyou's heart like a mountain, but now he understood and realized one thing clearly.

The most urgent task was to find Luo Qinghan in this strange domain.

"I'm so worried. I should have beaten this woman up at that time..."

After a slight sigh, Ye Wuyou soon found an abrupt place in this strange domain.

It was an ancient temple.

An out-of-date ancient temple.

A dilapidated ancient temple now stood in the snow in the mountains, covered with snow, spreading over the steps and the door.

What a snowy mountain temple.

Ye Wuyou stepped lightly and walked to the door. His footsteps paused slightly and his eyes fell on the ground in front of him.

The thick snow could not cover the deep red.

The blood was deep red, penetrating the white snow, which was extremely dazzling in this white world.

His expression was trance for a moment.

But Ye Wuyou did not panic. Instead, he stepped on the snow with one foot, and then kicked out a figure in it.

The little monk's skin was frozen red, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he was lying unconscious in the snow.

Hmm?

This guy again?

Ye Wuyou was slightly stunned, looked at the sleeping little monk, and then looked at the blood on the ground.

His eyes were extremely puzzled.

Although this guy looked harmless and had no realm to speak of, Ye Wuyou knew his true horror clearly.

He feeds on weirdness.

He runs around all day, but he doesn't seem to be injured at all.

But now... is there anyone who can hurt this guy?

After all, they are acquaintances, so Ye Wuyou certainly won't watch the little monk fall in the snow like this.

Ye Wuyou said Amitabha, kicked the little monk directly into the temple gate.

With a bang, the little monk's figure passed by like a meteor, but bounced back from the temple. Ye Wuyou barely avoided it, and the little monk landed, splashing flying snow like goose feathers.

Ripples flickered in front of the temple gate, but it was an invisible barrier that slowly showed its shape at this moment.

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, it was just as expected.

This is where [No Lower Limit] is.

But even this guy can't get through? I thought these road debris couldn't stop this monk at all.

A murmur sounded behind him.

"Master Xi, Xiaosheng was originally happy today, why did Master Xi treat me so badly?"

The little monk didn't die.

He woke up from a coma at this moment.

Ye Wuyou was not surprised by this. He had known for a long time that this guy was just asleep. He kicked him, just to let him explore the way for him and wake him up.

But Ye Wuyou was very surprised by the other party's words.

He looked strange and turned his head to look at the little monk.

"Can you speak properly? Where does your accent come from? Did you eat Fujian people?"

"God? Kidney? Sword-carrying man? Master Xi, Xiaosen doesn't understand what you said."

Even though the little monk was shivering with cold, he spoke very seriously.

Ye Wuyou stared at the other party for a long time, and finally walked forward. Before the little monk could react, he pinched the other party's chin with one hand and looked at him with a frown.

The little monk was stunned at first, and then showed horror.

"Master Xi, no, Xiaosen is married. If Master Xi is tempted, Xiaosen can let Mei come to accompany you."

As the voice sounded, the masked succubus girl appeared silently in the snow, without saying a word, just silently looking at Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou just glanced at the little monk coldly, and then shook him off.

"You are talking nonsense."

The two big front teeth in the little monk's mouth have disappeared at this moment, and it seems that they were knocked out by something.

The latter suddenly came to his senses, and at this moment he covered his mouth, his eyes showing sadness and grief.

"It's too hard, Xiao Sen can't bite it, can't swallow it."

Too hard?

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly.

"Who did you want to swallow just now?"

"A female donor."

"Luo Qinghan?"

"Xiao Sen doesn't know her name, I can only describe her to you briefly, that donor is barefoot..."

Okay, no need to say.

Luo Qinghan doesn't wear shoes.

But Ye Wuyou's eyes still turned cold.

Listening to the meaning of the little monk's words, he wanted to swallow Luo Qinghan?

Being looked at by Ye Wuyou like this, the little monk's face did not change at all, and he still said calmly.

"Don't look at me like that, I know that donor has a close relationship with Ye."

"Then you wanted to swallow her just now?" Ye Wuyou laughed angrily.

The little monk was stunned, then looked at Ye Wuyou strangely.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment.

It was indeed inappropriate to look at this little monk with human emotions.

If I hadn't fed him several times before, I'm afraid this little monk would also want to swallow me.

But the little monk's voice came again.

The two missing front teeth had grown back at some point, and the little monk put his hands together and said tremblingly.

"Don't worry, donor Ye has done me a favor, so I will naturally not swallow you."

At last, the little monk added.

"Unless you are willing."

Volunteer, sir, willing to be swallowed by you?

However, his thoughts were seen through, and Ye Wuyou didn't know what to say at this moment, just sighed softly and said.

"You go."

If it was only Ye Wuyou, this little monk would not be unacceptable.

But in this situation.

This little monk is not an enemy, but he is far from a friend.

But the little monk shook his head at this moment, and said firmly.

"I know that the donor likes that woman, so I will naturally speak on the side of the female donor. No matter what happens between me and the female donor, Ye will definitely protect the donor, right?"

Right?

Ye Wuyou was too lazy to respond, but the answer was yes.

Ten thousand little monks are no match for Luo Qinghan.

But since the answer was already known, the little monk still stayed where he was.

"It is precisely because the donor will protect her that I can't leave."

Ye Wuyou was slightly stunned, and looked over, but saw that the little monk was staring at him at this moment.

"Donor Ye, if I don't swallow her, she will swallow me when she comes out."

The snow was getting heavier.

Frozen to the point of redness.

Frozen to the point of skin and flesh.

…

Lu Qingshan once said to Ye Wuyou.

I know you have secrets, but I won't pry into them, because everyone has their own secrets.

Luo Qinghan also said this.

Ye Wuyou never cared.

In his opinion, Luo Qinghan's secret was just his spine.

In addition, there was more of a [no lower limit] existence.

Protecting Luo Qinghan at almost no cost.

Just like [Death] that followed Lu Qingshan at the beginning.

The weirdness that can be used without paying any price.

But there was one thing that Luo Qinghan never said, and even a question that she herself rarely thought about.

That was her magical powers.

Except for a small part that was cultivated in the sect, the rest... were all self-realized.

Ye Wuyou mastered the Dao domain at the sixth level, although it was through narration and the "Wu Xiang Xin Jing".

But because of this, he believed that the Dao Realm was not only mastered by the Seventh Realm, just like the Dharma Image, even the Sixth Realm could master it as long as the opportunity was right.

After that, Luo Qinghan also mastered the Dao Realm in the Sixth Realm, which further deepened Ye Wuyou's understanding of this.

Both of them had breakthroughs and realized the Dao Realm between life and death.

This is a nice way to say it.

To put it bluntly, he didn't even know why he suddenly mastered the Dao Realm.

Knowing it, but not knowing why.

This is a taboo in cultivation.

Ye Wuyou doesn't need to say much. The main point is that if it is opened, it is opened. Don't be afraid to use it, and don't use it if you are afraid.

If he wants to teach people to practice, then the learners will be in big trouble.

But Luo Qinghan is very clear about this, but she has never discussed it too much.

After so many years of cultivation in the world, there are talents in every generation, and each has been leading the trend for hundreds of years.

If it comes to talent, Lu Caiwei's talent is not bad. Except for the disappearance of a few years of Qi and the silence of those years, her talent is even stronger than Luo Qinghan.

There is a palm-sized universe between her and Ye Wuyou's talent.

But she has never been able to comprehend the Dao Realm in the sixth realm.

And now, Luo Qinghan seems to understand all this.

In the old temple, Luo Qinghan sat on the ground.

Behind him was a false golden Buddha statue.

A red lotus condensed from brilliant ice crystals quietly floated in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

The ice crystals were cold, but also stained with red, making people forget the biting cold and only see its beauty.

[Divine Power·Big Red Lotus]

[Dao Realm·Blood-colored Extreme Cold]

...

Big Red Lotus.

Also known as Maha Botma.

It is the highest level among the eight cold hells in Buddhism.

Some difficult and incomprehensible scriptures emerged in Luo Qinghan's mind.

[Red Lotus Naraka, different from this, after this green, the color turns red]

[Bodhisattva, this means red lotus, severe cold, the body turns into broken, like a red lotus]

Luo Qinghan didn't understand the meaning.

But there was no need to understand, because everything was already in front of her.

The bright ice crystal red lotus had changed shape in front of her.

The red lotus was constantly enlarging in front of her eyes, and in the crystal-bright lotus, countless mottled black dots appeared at some point.

They were human figures struggling and twisting in the ice crystals.

The human figures in it were attacked by the bitter cold, their skin and flesh were frozen and cracked, and their whole bodies turned red.

The twisted and struggling terrifying human figures gathered together, filling the entire ice crystal, but formed such a bright red lotus.

But even in such a severe cold, those figures did not fade away and die.

Cold and temperature are all defined by people.

If there is no human existence, no matter how cold the world is, what's the point.

And her Dao Domain is composed of countless red lotuses like this.

Hence the name "bloody cold".

She understood it all.

So she naturally set foot in the Seven Realms.

The voice sounded like a narration in Luo Qinghan's heart.

[These people must atone for their sins]

[Those remnants must also atone for their sins]

[Liquidate, liquidate them all]

【They are the ones who brought all this to you】

A trace of hesitation flashed in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

Then the words came to mind again like a nightmare.

【Look, look...】

With a few blurry pictures.

The broken sword, the withered breath, and the lifeless girl were shattered, torn apart, and turned into powder by the whirlpool.

The overlapping figures, the wantonly mocking face of the female Xingjun, and the unyielding struggling Ye Wuyou were pinned under the opponent and ravaged fiercely.

This kind of thing...

How could she accept it! ! !

Luo Qinghan gently closed his eyes.

The golden Buddha statue behind him, like many Buddha statues in the world, has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, with lowered eyes and a smile.

But now, the smile is almost visible.

There was silence in the ancient temple for a long time.

From time to time, subtle vibrations can be heard.

But there was a sound of collision coming from outside the temple door.

The air machine was silent for a moment.

The next moment, it was freezing.

…

Bang, bang, bang!

The young monk mustered up all his strength at this moment, his bald head was like a headbutt, and he banged against the temple door with all his strength.

The barrier of [No Lower Limit] was creaking at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but Ye Wuyou was really tired.

So he let go of his hand, put down the little monk who was using it as a hammer, and then sat on the snow, panting.

[No lower limit] It is really difficult to break, it has nothing to do with realm.

Even if he could cross [No Lower Limit] and hurt Luo Qinghan in the past, it would be like hunting a cow across a mountain. The barrier of [No Lower Limit] would not be broken, but the force would seep into it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to breathe, Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Monk, can that thing you mentioned really threaten you? But even if you die, won't you reappear anywhere in the world?"

But the little monk's face was drooping at the moment, and he looked very ugly.

"If you are an ordinary person, the little monk will naturally not be afraid. Even if there are a hundred leaf donors, there is nothing you can do against the little monk... Donor, I was wrong, please put down the knife first."

"So that's not an ordinary person?" Ye Wuyou said angrily.

"It should be a Living Buddha appearing in this world... The young monk is not sure which one it is." The young monk hesitated.

"But the young monk is a member of the Buddhist sect. The young monk is sure that she can swallow the young monk when she comes out to regain the fruition status. From then on, the female donor will be like the young monk, and the young monk will become the nourishment of the donor."

Ye Wuyou thought for a while, raised his eyebrows and said.

"That's not a good thing..."

"What?" The little monk's eyes widened.

Ye Wuyou smiled and shook his head, did not get up again, just walked to the snow and said casually.

"Just as you said, if she comes out again and it's Luo Qinghan, I'll beat you to death and let her swallow you."

"If she comes out and it's not Luo Qinghan, I will help you control her, and you, the monk, will find a way to help me solve this problem."

The little monk hesitated in his eyes, thought for a moment, then tilted his head and said to Ye Wuyou.

"If the donor is so confident, won't he be beaten to death by her?"

"She dares!" Ye Wuyou sneered.

"In your Buddhist sect, Buddha is the boss, but in my case, I am the head of the family!"

The little monk nodded thoughtfully.

However, he still reminded him kindly.

"Donor Ye, even if your female benefactor can maintain her self after she comes out, all her cultivation will be closely related to Buddhism. She cannot break the precepts, and she will not be able to practice dual cultivation with you from now on. If so, do you still want to stand by her side? ?”

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while.

"I don't really care about this." He coughed lightly.

The little monk's eyes were strange.

A slight rustling sound sounded.

Attracting the eyes of Ye Wuyou and the young monk.

Ye Wuyou took a deep breath, stood up from the snow, and looked into the temple gate.

The little monk was trembling all over now and looking at the temple door with wide eyes.

The little monk is gambling.

Bet that person was not the female benefactor Ye Wuyou mentioned, bet that Ye Wuyou would help him subdue the other party.

Finally, the dusty temple door finally opened.

A breath of air overflowed.

The breath immediately turned into air waves, sweeping away the snow on the steps.

The female figure slowly walked out from inside, stepped on the door, and stopped to stare outside the house.

She saw Ye Wuyou.

Ye Wuyou also looked at her.

If there was anything wrong with Luo Qinghan right now, he would directly take action and subdue him.

A smile finally appeared on the woman's cold face.

Immediately afterwards, the figure turned into a stream of light and flew into his arms.

Ye Wuyou was still stunned, but the familiar voice sounded in Ye Wuyou's ears.

"Wuyou... let's practice dual cultivation."

What?

What's the meaning?

Is this Luo Qinghan or not Luo Qinghan?

Ye Wuyou slowly looked sideways, looked at the young monk aside, and handed over a confused message.

But the little monk was trembling all over at this moment.

It was like seeing something extremely terrifying.

The little monk had not known which living Buddha possessed Luo Qinghan in this world.

But now he knew the answer.

It's over, it's over...

It's the Happy Buddha! (End of this chapter)