My practice narration is weird.

The snow is still falling.

The snow is falling all over the place, and the whole place is covered with silver, as if there is no moment of stopping.

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

But it was Ye Wuyou who came here to follow the trail.

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

"Mysterious Territory..."

A mysterious realm with no bottom line.

This was completely beyond Ye Wuyou's expectations.

The two strange things on Luo Qinghan's body were still under good control of erosion. Even though the erosion from [Time Zero] was quite serious before, it was temporarily suppressed.

With Luo Qinghan's talent, it would not be a problem for him to reach the seventh realm before [Time Zero] reached its erosion level.

In short, the strange erosion should not cause any harm to Luo Qinghan in the short term.

Even in the worst situation, it should not be "no limit".

[Time Zero] was originally Luo Qinghan’s hidden danger.

But at this moment, what is opening up is a mysterious realm with no lower limits.

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

The most urgent task is to find Luo Qinghan in this strange place.

"I'm so worried. I should have given this woman a good beating at that time..."

After a slight sigh, Ye Wuyou quickly discovered an unusual place in this strange area.

It is an ancient temple.

An old temple out of time.

A dilapidated old temple now stands in the snow and wind in the mountains, covered with snow, spreading over the steps and over the door.

What a beautiful temple on the snowy mountain.

Ye Wuyou took light steps and walked to the door. He paused slightly and his eyes fell on the ground in front of him.

Even the thick snow cannot cover the deep red color.

The blood was bright red, seeping through the white snow, and was extremely glaring in this white world.

His expression was dazed for a moment.

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

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

Ok?
Is it this guy again?
Ye Wuyou's face was slightly stunned. He looked at the sleeping little monk, then looked at the blood on the ground.

His eyes were extremely puzzled.

Although this guy looks harmless and has no realm to speak of, Ye Wuyou knows very well how terrifying he really is.

Feeds on weirdness.

He ran around all day long, but didn't seem to be injured at all.

But right now... is there anyone who can hurt this guy?
After all, they were acquaintances, so Ye Wuyou certainly wouldn't just watch the little monk fall in the snow like that.

Ye Wuyou said "Amitabha" and 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 in front of the temple. Ye Wuyou just managed to avoid it, and the little monk fell to the ground, splashing flying snow like goose feathers.

Ripples flickered in front of the temple gate, and an invisible barrier slowly took shape.

Ye Wuyou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Sure enough, it was just as expected.

This is where [no lower limit] lies.

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

There was a whisper behind me.

"Master, Xiaosheng was so happy today, why is Master so mean to me?"

The little monk is not dead.

Wake up from 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 at the same time.

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

He had a strange look on his face and turned to look at the little monk.

"Can you please speak properly? Where does your accent come from? Did you eat Fujianese?"

"A god? A kidney? A sword-carrying man? I don't understand what the West Lord is saying."

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

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

The little monk was stunned at first, then looked horrified.

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

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

Ye Wuyou just looked at the little monk coldly, then pushed him away.

"You're leaking something."

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

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

"It's too hard. Xiaosen can't bite it or 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, so I can only give a brief description to Donor Ye. That donor is barefoot..."

Okay, no need to say more.

Luo Qinghan doesn't wear shoes.

But Ye Wuyou's gaze still turned cold.

Judging from the little monk's words, does he want to swallow Luo Qinghan?
Being looked at like this by Ye Wuyou, the little monk's expression did not change at all, and he continued to speak calmly.

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

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

The little monk was stunned for a moment, then looked at Ye Wuyou with a strange look.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Ye Wuyou was silent for a moment.

It is indeed inappropriate to view this little monk from a human perspective.

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

But the little monk's voice came again.

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

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

“Not yet,” the little monk added.

"Unless the donor is willing."

Am I willing to be your uncle? Am I willing to be swallowed by you?

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

"You go."

If Ye Wuyou was alone, it wouldn't be impossible for him to interact with the little monk.

But this is the situation now.

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

But the little monk shook his head at this moment and spoke in a very firm voice.

"I know that you like that woman, so I will naturally speak in favor of you. No matter what happens between me and you, you will definitely protect me, right?"

Right?

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

Ten thousand little monks are no match for one Luo Qinghan.

But now that he knew the answer, the little monk still stayed where he was.

"It is precisely because the donor will protect her that I cannot leave."

Ye Wuyou was slightly stunned. He looked over and saw the little monk staring at him.

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

The snow is getting heavier.

The cold made people's faces red.

The skin was torn apart by the cold.

……

Lu Qingshan once said this 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 nothing more than his own spine.

Apart from this, there is more of an existence with [no lower limit].

Protecting Luo Qinghan at almost no cost.

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

A weirdness that can be used without paying any price.

But there was one thing Luo Qinghan had never mentioned, and even a question he himself had rarely thought about.

That is her magical power.

Apart from a small part cultivated within the sect, the rest... were all understood by oneself.

Ye Wuyou mastered the Dao realm at the sixth level, although it was through narration and the "Formless Heart Sutra".

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

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

Both of them are the realm of Tao that is achieved through breakthroughs and comprehension during life and death situations. This is a nice way of saying it.

To put it bluntly, I don’t even know why I suddenly mastered the Dao realm.

I know it is so, but I don’t know why.

This is a big taboo in spiritual practice.

There is no need to say much about Ye Wuyou. The main point is that once it is opened, it is opened. Don't be afraid to use it, and don't be afraid if you are afraid.

If he were to teach others how to practice, then those who wanted to learn would be in big trouble.

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

After so many years of practicing in the world, talented people emerge in every generation and each of them leads the trend for hundreds of years.

Speaking of talent, Lu Caiwei's talent is not bad. Apart from the disappearance of her aura for a few years and the silence for a few years, her talent is even stronger than Luo Qinghan's.

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

But she was never able to comprehend the realm of Tao when she was in the sixth realm.

And now, Luo Qinghan seemed to understand it all.

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

Behind him is an illusory golden Buddha statue.

A red lotus formed by brilliant ice crystals floated quietly in Luo Qinghan's eyes.

The ice crystals are chilly, but also tinged with red, making people forget the biting cold and only see their beauty.

[Magic Powers: Big Red Lotus]

[Daoyu·Bloody Cold]

……

Big red lotus.

Also known as Maha Potama.

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

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

[The red lotus Naraka is different from this one. After it turns blue, its color changes to red.]

[Patma, which means red lotus. The severe coldness made the body break and rupture like a red lotus.]

Luo Qinghan didn't understand what he meant.

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

The dazzling ice crystal red lotus had already changed shape before her eyes.

The red lotus was constantly enlarging before his eyes, and countless mottled black dots had appeared in the crystalline and dazzling lotus.

But they were human figures struggling and twisting in the ice crystals.

The figure inside was attacked by the cold, his skin and flesh were frozen and cracked, and his whole body turned red.

Twisted, struggling, and terrifying human figures gathered together, filling the entire ice crystal and forming a dazzling red lotus.

But even in such severe cold, those figures did not disappear or die.

Coldness and temperature are defined by people.

If there were no people, what would be the meaning even if the world was extremely cold.

Her Dao domain is composed of countless red lotuses like this.

Hence the name "bloody extreme cold".

She understood it all.

So she naturally stepped into the Seventh Realm.

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

[These people need to atone their sins]

[Those remnants must also atone for their sins]

[Liquidate, liquidate them all]

They brought all this to you.

A hint of hesitation flashed across Luo Qinghan's eyes.

Then the voice reappeared in my mind like a nightmare.

[Look, look...]

With a few blurry pictures.

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

The overlapping figures, the mocking face of the female star monarch, the unyieldingly struggling Ye Wuyou, being pinned down and brutally ravaged by the other party.

This kind of thing...

How could she accept this!!!
Luo Qinghan closed his eyes gently.

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

But now, that smile is almost visible.

The ancient temple was silent for a long time.

From time to time, slight vibrations can be heard.

However, there was a sound of collision coming from outside the temple gate.

The energy was silent for a moment.

The next moment, it became extremely cold and harsh.

……

Bang, bang, bang!
The young monk gathered up all his strength at this moment, and rammed his bald head against the temple door desperately like a headbutt.

The barrier of [No Bottom Line] was crackling at this moment.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Ye Wuyou was really tired.

So he loosened his hand, put down the little monk he was using as a hammer, and then sat on the snow, panting.

[No Bottom Line] is really hard to break, it has nothing to do with realm.

Even if one could have crossed [No Bottom Line] and hurt Luo Qinghan in the past, it would have been like shooting a bull from across a mountain. The barrier of [No Bottom Line] would not be broken, but the force would have penetrated into it.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to catch his breath, Ye Wuyou asked with narrowed eyes.

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

But the little monk had a droopy face at this moment, and looked very ugly.

"If it were an ordinary person, I would not be afraid of him. Even if there were a hundred Ye donors, they would not be able to do anything to me... Donor, I was wrong. Please put down the knife first."

"So he is not an ordinary person?" Ye Wuyou said unhappily.

"It should be a living Buddha who has come to this world... I'm not sure which one it is." The young monk hesitated.

"But I am a Buddhist. I am sure that she will be able to devour me when she comes out, so that I can regain my enlightenment. After that, this female donor will be like me, and I will become the nourishment for her."

Ye Wuyou thought about it, raised his eyebrows and said.

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

"What?" The little monk widened his eyes.

Ye Wuyou smiled and shook his head, without getting up again. He just walked on the snow and spoke casually.

"Just as you said, if she comes out and is still Luo Qinghan, I will beat you to death and let her swallow you."

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

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

"Donor, are you so confident that you won't be beaten to death by her?"

"She dares!" Ye Wuyou sneered.

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

The little monk nodded thoughtfully.

But he still gave a kind reminder.

"Donor Ye, even if your female donor can still maintain her own identity after she comes out, her cultivation will be closely related to Buddhism and she cannot break the precepts. From now on, she will not be able to practice dual cultivation with you. If so, will you still stand on her side?"

Ye Wuyou was silent for a while.

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

The little monk looked strange.

A slight rustling sound was heard.

It attracted the attention of Ye Wuyou and the little monk.

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

The little monk was also trembling all over at this moment, staring at the temple gate with wide eyes.

The little monk is gambling.

He bet that the person was not the female donor that Ye Wuyou mentioned, and that Ye Wuyou would help him subdue the other person.

Finally, the dusty temple door finally opened.

A breath of air emanates.

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

The figure of a woman slowly walked out from inside, stepped through 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 at the moment, he would take action directly and subdue him.

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

Then, his figure turned into a streak of light and flew into his arms.

Ye Wuyou was still in a daze, and that familiar voice had already sounded in his ears.

"Wuyou...let's practice together."

what?
What do you mean?
Is this Luo Qinghan or not?

Ye Wuyou slowly turned his head to look at the little monk beside him, giving him a confused message.

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

It was as if he had seen something extremely horrific.

The young monk had not known which living Buddha was possessing Luo Qinghan in this world.

But now I know the answer.

It’s over, it’s over…

It is the Happy Buddha! (End of this chapter)