Chapter Forty-Four

  By his ear, he could faintly hear the sound of the wind whistling by and Qin Ke's urgent cries for help.

  Cheng Zihan only felt his body constantly falling down.

  How come I didn't notice this was a cliff just now? How could I have lost my footing and fallen down?

  The cliff seemed bottomless and endless. Cheng Zihan only felt himself constantly falling down, but he didn't seem to be landing anytime soon.

  After a long time, the darkness in front of him suddenly disappeared, and Cheng Zihang felt that he was indeed standing on the ground.

  What's going on?

  Fell from such a high place and still didn't die?

  Just as he was wondering, the sound of chanting scriptures came over, and Cheng Zihang turned his head to see a temple located on the waist of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist.

  This situation was somewhat beyond her expectation, it seemed that she had inadvertently entered some kind of strange place.

  It feels like I've been reborn and come back, but the whole world has become mystical and fantastical.

  Cheng Zihan was puzzled in her heart, but her footsteps didn't stop, and she walked towards the temple.

  Many monks are reciting scriptures, looking at their appearance, they seem to be only 18 or 19 years old, wearing golden kasayas, with shaved heads and nine small golden holes on top of their heads. It can be seen that they have some Taoist skills, but what exactly are these people? Are they Buddhist monks or Taoist priests? Or neither?

  Looking at their strange attire, Cheng Zihan had some doubts in her mind.

  At this time, an old man with a golden cane in his hand walked over. The old man's hair was white and clean, and he wasn't bald. He wore a white robe, giving off a somewhat immortal feel.

  The old man's appearance made Cheng Zihuan feel a bit dazed.

  The old man glanced at Cheng Zihuan with a hint of surprise, then pinched his fingers to calculate, seemingly figuring out the reason for Cheng Zihuan's appearance here, before walking towards him.

  "I have been waiting for you here for a long time." The old man clasped his hands together in front of Cheng Zihans, his voice somewhat ethereal.

  Cheng Zihan also pretended to put his hands together and returned the courtesy.

  However, the stick in front of him does look quite pleasing to the eye, and Cheng Ziheng doesn't have any bad feelings towards him either.

  "Do you know me?" Listening to the old man's words, Cheng Zihan began to doubt again.

  It won't be some clichéd plot where I've been waiting here for myself for thousands of years or something, and then give myself the great task of saving the world?

  Cheng Zihan couldn't help but shiver at her own imagination.

  "I don't know." The old man replied honestly.

  Cheng Zihan's mouth twitched violently at the words, this guy somehow felt a bit unreliable.

  The melodramatic scene I imagined didn't happen; instead, the old man invited Cheng Zihang to enter and sit in the Zen room.

  Cheng Zihan really didn't have a good feeling about sitting cross-legged.

  After Dai Chengzi Han sat down, the old man poured her a cup of tea.

  Cheng Zihan didn't hesitate either, picking it up and drinking it all in one gulp.

  She didn't know much about the art of tea, but that clear tea was sweet and fragrant when it entered her mouth. After drinking it, she felt like her whole body was warm and cozy, as if she were basking in the sunshine, feeling extremely comfortable.

  After drinking the tea, Cheng Zihan felt that her vision had become more open and she could see many things more clearly. When she came in earlier, she didn't notice that there was a layer of fog lingering everywhere inside the Zen room, but now it's all clear to her.

  "It's been many years since I've seen a living soul come here." The old man also picked up a cup of tea and began to savor it slowly.

  Cheng Zihan's eyebrows twitched upon hearing this sentence, why did it feel a bit strange?

  Are these people here not human?

  It seemed that the old man had noticed Cheng Zihan's confusion, and he smiled faintly before explaining slowly, "The people here are just illusions, go out and take another look."

  Cheng Zihan walked out with a mixture of belief and doubt, took one look, and was suddenly frightened. The people who were sitting there earlier had all turned into white skeletons, still sitting in that eerie posture, sending chills down her spine.

  What kind of place is this?

  Cheng Zihan turned around, fortunately the old man hadn't turned into a skeleton, otherwise she would have lifted her flying foot and kicked him directly. Of course, whether she had that skill was another matter.

  "This place will help you cultivate, so you can rest assured and stay here for a few days. Your friend cannot come in, but don't worry, he won't be in any danger. After seven days, I'll send you away." The old man looked at Cheng Zihan with a warm smile.

  Cheng Zihan's heart also calmed down and nodded slightly.

  The old man got up and walked out, walking far away before slowly saying, "My Buddhist name is Fahai."

  When Cheng Zihan heard the old man's words, she almost spat out blood.

  Heaven, please don't tease her like this, what's going on? Fa Hai? Can you call Sun Wukong?

  Cheng Zihan's mouth twitched as he watched the old man walk away, and seeing his back, Cheng Zihan really believed that he was indeed Fahai.

  At this time, looking at those people sitting outside again, they are human beings, no longer the terrifying white bones of just now.

  Since he has come, then let him be at ease. Cheng Ziguan calmed his mind and turned to walk into the Zen room, sitting cross-legged.

  Every day, the sound of chanting outside would penetrate into Cheng Zihan's mind. Although it was annoying to listen to, she felt that there seemed to be something more in her mind. She also gradually felt that she could see further and even communicate with some spirits in the air.

  Was it because of this reason that the old man had been cultivating himself? He saw through his own spiritual technique, so he wanted to make himself stronger here?

  Cheng Zihan didn't think much of it, and seven days passed in the blink of an eye.

  That day, the old man came to the front of Cheng Zihans again. He looked even older, and his originally ruddy face had more wrinkles.

  "You can leave now. Remember, everything is illusory, and you must use your heart to look at the world." The old man said a few words that Cheng Zihuan couldn't understand, waving his staff, Cheng Zihuan felt herself lifted off the ground, and the many scenes in front of her were rapidly retreating backwards. When she finally came to, she was standing on the road, the sky had already brightened, and there was no one around.

  Cheng Zihan suddenly realized that she seemed unfamiliar with the road, and here, she had no idea where she was.

  The surrounding area is desolate for hundreds of miles, with distant ranges of green hills and no birds in sight.

  "Damn it! What the hell is this place?" Cheng Zihan cursed softly, identified the general direction, and then walked towards a position.

  Qin Ke Xiu also didn't know where he went, Cheng Zi Han had a feeling of wanting to cry but having no tears.

  For someone like her who can't even tell apart east, south, west and north, it's probably a dead end in this kind of environment.

  Digression

  Fa Hai: Are you trying to frame me?

  Uncle Fahai, you just come out and pretend to be a good guy, cooperate obediently.

  Cheng Zihan: One one, ask for a compass, ask Qin Kexiu to lead the way.

  Qin Kexiu: One one, may I ask where you have placed me? What about the promised appearance opportunity and lines?

  One by one: ……