The sand is up, the horns are connected.

Heaven knows where the grit came from, as if it appeared out of thin air... or it may have fallen from the top of the hole.

Countless like dead gravel, with their characteristic gray white... With the sound of a blump and a trumpet, they are like a dead, constantly hovering in this underground space.

Wu Xian Buddha's figure seemed to be covered by the sand, but I knew very well that before the sand suddenly appeared, his figure disappeared completely, as if it had never been seen here.

At first I thought he was really gone, but soon I found out... he was not disappearing, he was running around here at a speed I couldn’t understand.

I can't see his figure in this situation, not to mention that I see it, I don't even dare to open my eyes.

The sand was not conscious at all, even if I was a friendly army, they were not half-hearted and soft, and as the strong wind kept hitting me in my eyes, it hurt me to call it a pain.

I clenched my teeth, and I could only barely rely on my hearing to observe the changes around me.

The sound of the hustle and bustle was endless, and in this case, I could still hear the drums from all sides, the tumult, the loud, the force and the short.

That should be the sound of footsteps when Wu Xian Buddha runs.

At the same time, a howling that does not belong to any kind of creature came from the direction of Erpe.

That hissing sound is very unreal, like a dream, there is a feeling of erratic.

But after half a minute or so, the howling became more and more depressing, and the sound seemed to become a cone, and successively through the ear canal, constantly piercing my head.

Maybe it was a minute or two, maybe it was a little longer.

The sound of the whirling gradually disappeared, and the sound of the wind with the dust slowly stopped.

A second before this "sandstorm" stopped completely, I heard a sigh very clearly.

I can tell you that it is definitely the voice of Wu Xian Buddha.

I don't know what happened to him, in that sigh, I vaguely feel his loss and a kind of... envy?

That’s the envy, right?

It’s like seeing someone else get what they’ve always wanted, what they’ve always dreamed of.

At that moment, the sand stopped.

The whole underground space was plunged into an absolute calm, and all the sounds disappeared in an instant.

That kind of absolute quiet and no half of the sound of the situation, only make people's hearts bored, like being smashed by the heart with a hammer, always feel that there is a breath that can't come out, bored.

I did not dare to open my eyes at once, first using my nose to make a few breaths, spraying most of the gravel in my nostrils, and then began to slap the dust on my body...

The face is definitely a hard hit area, just like wearing a mask, the dust accumulated on it is one or two centimeters thick.

I wondered how they hung on my face, neither water nor sticky, and finally when I pulled it down with my hand, it felt like I didn't have much strength...

Especially like having a dead skin on your body, completely and completely ripped down by yourself.

When I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened them, I found that the changes around me were beyond my imagination.

Everything I saw was covered in the miserably white gravel, including the walls around me and the top of the hole hanging high over our heads.

It’s all like telling me that it’s not just the gravel that’s dead, but the area, which is located underground, all of them died together.

Wu Xian Buddha squatted beside me, holding the old monk's thin and dry body, looking at all this expressionless.

As for the blasphemy of the other body that was still outside, there was no trace at this moment, and looking into the big hole on the ground, it was also a piece of black paint, and nothing could be seen.

At this moment, the body of the old monk is translucent, and it is not the kind of demonic, and the whole person has returned to its original state.

The head is not high, the body is thin and weak, and the chin is full of white beards.

Although the deadness on his face was heavy, he was still smiling, as if he didn't care, and everything made him happy.

Seeing this situation, I chuckled in my heart, and suddenly I knew what kind of state the old monk was in, and he was too busy to run over, crouched beside the old monk, and gently grasped his hand.

It's weird.

Obviously he is a physique, like a soul, no body and no entity, but my palm can touch him.

The old monk’s hand was warm, really.

That warm feeling reminds me of my grandfather far away in Sichuan.

“The old man...”

Without waiting for me to finish, the old monk laughed and coughed a few times, his eyes full of indelible joy.

The old monk's tone was very real, not pretended, that happy to be from the heart, I couldn't understand it.

Perhaps no one in the world can really understand him except the old monk himself.

“What’s good?”Wu Xianfu asked.

At this time, Wu Xian Buddha's emotions are more difficult to understand.

According to my impressions of him in the past, this buddha has always been smiling, no matter what kind of things, can be very calm to face, the smile on his face has not diminished.

But now . . . he was calm, that was too indifferent to the expression on his face.

Faceless, like a sculpture.

“I can get out of here... isn’t that good?”The old monk smiled, “Thanks to your help, if you don’t have it, maybe the monster would have to escape, until then...”

"It's none of your business to escape, why do you like to bother so much . . . Wu Xian Buddha said, looking at the old monk without expression: "I told you long ago, let you not stay here, wait until it starts to flee... I will come to help... no need for you..."

The old monk just laughed and didn’t say anything.

Hearing these words of Wu Xian Buddha, I only thought that he was guilty of guilt, and he was not worth it for the old man.

Because he does not have to guard here at all, the sky has fallen down, there is Wu Xian Buddha holding, and he can't turn us.

"I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for you."Wu Xianfu whispered, "I should have killed you in the first place to free you."

The old monk smiled and said, no need to apologize, it is not too late.

“Where is the monster?”The old monk asked again, still a little relieved, and there was an anxiety in his eyes: “You really got it back?”

"Don't worry, it's fast asleep, and even if it can't sleep, it won't dare come out."Wu Xian Buddha whispered, "My strength is not enough for it, but the old man I follow is different, and I have its power to sit here, and it is nothing at all."

“Well then...” The old monk laughed, “as long as it doesn’t come out... I can sleep with ease...”

Suddenly, the old monk's smile stiffened, staring at Wu Xian Buddha, as if to find something, and there was an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.

"Don't envy me, don't follow me, your road is long, you need to do a lot of things..."

"I still think we're going to go together, there's a picture on the road, and I'm not going to be bored."Wu Xian Buddha shook his head and whispered to the old monk, "You take a step first, and I will come later."

As he spoke, Wu Xianfu raised his hand and gently helped him close his eyes.

When he took his hand away, he saw that the old monk still stared at his eyes and was motionless.

“It won’t be dead without looking...” Wu Xian Buddha muttered, looking at the old monk with some surprise and helping him to close his eyes once more.

This time, the old monk glared even more.

“I’m not dead yet, you’re in a hurry!”

Seeing this situation, Wu Xian Buddha was also a little embarrassed, very unnaturally smiled, touched his nose: "I thought you were not angry."

“I’m not angry, I’m... don’t mess with me!”The old monk stared at Wu Xian Buddha: “I will go first, you will come later?”You don’t want to kill yourself, do you?”

Wu Xian Buddha shook his head and said, No, I don't have that courage, if there is, I have long ago...

In the latter words, Wu Xian Buddha did not say it, but the old monk clearly understood.

“Let’s go.”

Wu Xian Buddha whispered, faceless face, there seems to be a little more sad smell, vaguely very not true.

At this time, the gravel all over the underground space was like a encounter with the slope, constantly rolling down to our side, like a liquid.

At the edge of the old monk's body, there are also several places that are stained with the color of the grit, and the cracking of the silent color is not smooth, and then mixed in the gravel, the big pit in front of the stream through...

“It’s a pity.”

The old monk muttered, as if talking to himself, looking at Wu Xian Buddha without turning his eyes, and looking over and looking at me.

“It is a pity...”