Ouyang Rong opened his eyes,

Lying in a beam of moonlight.

Dark on all sides,

The only light source is a circular hole about ten meters above the head.

Like a small skylight.

A beam of gray moonlight fell alone from it, reflecting that the 'man under the moon' had cold limbs, and he didn't know how long he had slept.

The moonlight was deserted, as if it was early morning, and the night was as cold as water.

Ouyang Rong felt that he had had a long, long dream. There were some weird things in the dream, and there was also something that seemed very warm and important.

But after opening my eyes, this "dream" gradually faded away, and so did this very warm and important thing, with its back blurred.

Even if I stretch out my hand, I can't catch it.

He couldn't remember its true appearance for a while.

The more I thought about it, the more blurry my eyes became.

After bathing alone in the early morning moonlight for a while, Ouyang Rong's skinny lips quivered:

"Where is this? Why... it looks so familiar."

My thoughts when I first woke up were scattered like a porcelain bowl that fell to the ground with a clang and shattered into pieces.

There was a faint smell similar to sandalwood in the air, and his first reaction was to think of an old temple in the mountains that he accidentally broke into and explored when he was a child.

Images such as blue tiles, red walls, bronze bells, and drum towers all appeared before our eyes.

I don’t know if these are memories from past lives or memories from this life.

Since he woke up in the Pure Land Palace, the memories of his two lives and that of himself in this parallel world have begun to merge and overlap. More details of this life's memories have gradually been restored, making them inseparable...

Lying on his back motionless, the confused look on Ouyang Rong's face after waking up from a long sleep gradually faded away.

But along with the recovery of the sense of smell, other senses returned without saying hello.

"Hiss, so sore, so painful."

On the lotus stone seat, Ouyang Rong suddenly sat up and rubbed his waist with both hands.

In addition to being cold, his waist, shoulders and limbs also felt sore from time to time.

Especially the waist and eyes.

It was like being shaken to pieces by a hundred big men in turn.

What kind of crime was this?

Ouyang Rong breathed in hissingly and tried his best to stand up.

He looked around and took in the surroundings.

He couldn't help but look stunned.

Wellhead, moonlight, lotus pedestal, murals...

It is the Pure Land Palace.

But Ouyang Rong vaguely remembered that before he closed his eyes and lost consciousness, didn't he use up all the spiritual energy in his Dantian and the purple mist of merit to kill Qiu Shenji and rescue the junior sisters and the others with the "grievance" in his chest?

Why are you waking up here and not on the bed? Where are the junior sisters and the others?

"The Great Sage is awake?"

An annoying high-pitched old voice came from behind.

Ouyang Rong turned his head and looked, and there were three dark shadows sitting faintly in the darkness behind him.

They are three very familiar people.

The old Taoist priest in crane cloak and fur was leaning against the wall, sitting on the ground with his legs spread like a dustpan.

He smiled and asked: "By the way, why are you hiding back to the Pure Land again, Great Sage? You can't go on in that hell outside? It's hard to save stupid people? The Great Sage also needs to relax?"

"Can't go out!" Activated by the sensitive words, a haggard monk stood up suddenly and replied. He was trembling all over, pointing one finger to the ground and the other to the sky:

"Donor, this place is the Lotus Pure Land, and above it is the Infinite Hell!"

"..." Ouyang Rong.

He silently looked away and saw a slender girl sitting next to Xiuzhen, the "Ignorance Master" with a pity and persuasive look, hugging her knees and burying her face, without saying a word.

It was the delicate mute woman with a severed finger.

However, at this moment, the mute girl did not peek at him from the gap between her knees and thin arms with a pair of eyes like autumn water.

She buried her face motionless, as if she was asleep.

It also has its own calmness, just like a small transparency in the dark underground palace, and is extremely easy to be ignored.

Xiuzhen couldn't bear it and reminded her again:

"Amitabha, donor, if you go out, you will be eaten by evil things immediately!"

Old Taoist He Cloak Qiu smiled and turned his head to look at Ouyang Rong's reaction.

Ouyang Rong looked at each other for a while with the haggard monk who looked pitiful.

He nodded.

With his back to the mouth of the well and the lotus pedestal, he walked to the old Taoist priest wearing a crane cloak and a fur coat, the withered monk and the delicate mute woman, and sat down without ceremony.

The four people in the underground palace reunited again.

This scene seems similar.

Ouyang Rong nodded in agreement: "I don't know if the master is right. There is no doubt that there is an endless hell outside, but..."

The words stopped.

Xiu Zhen looked confused, but He Huo Qiu Lao Dao next to him became interested and changed his sitting position:

"But what?"

Ouyang Rong didn't answer, looked down at the clean Confucian shirt on his body, and then raised his hand to touch his forehead.

The short, fine hair that had been cut when the "Three Sins of a Good Man" were publicly listed has grown a lot longer. It has been made clean and smooth by someone who is as careful as hair. I don't know how long it has been asleep, but it must have been a long time.

Ouyang Rong glanced around the underground palace, which was also clean and tidy, as if nothing had happened.

On the day when Dingjian was born, he summoned "Tang Zuo" under his real name in this claustrophobic underground palace and killed Liu Zilin and the Tsing Yi family slaves. All the bloody body parts scattered on the ground were now gone.

I don’t know whether it was handled by the monks or whether it was cleaned up by Junior Sister, Yan Liulang and others.

From this point of view, the Wei family did not know that Wei Shaoxuan had died suddenly, or that they had not yet suspected him and came to visit him.

And Xiu Zhen, who was knocked unconscious by Liu Zilin's punch, looked like a normal person. Her chin seemed to have gained some weight. It seemed that she had been eating well recently.

As for the murals around the underground palace... Ouyang Rong, who lowered his head to tidy up his clothes, silently withdrew his peripheral vision.

There is no moonlight sword to activate the strange stone carving of "Return to Come" under the rosette, and there is no trace of "Return to Come" in the damaged areas of the murals on the four sides that have not yet been repaired.

It should not have been discovered.

I don’t know what Master Zhongma used to carve those moonlight characters... the tripod sword stolen from Sui Crazy Emperor?

Ouyang Rong's side face was lost in thought, and the old Taoist He Cloak Qiu said dissatisfied:

"Great Sage, can you stop talking in half words?"

Ouyang Rong still didn't answer, turned around and asked:

"You...why are you here?" He glanced at the delicate mute woman holding her knees quietly opposite.

Ouyang Rong vaguely noticed that the atmosphere in the underground palace was a bit strange, and so were the people.

The old Taoist Heyi Qiu asked back: "Why we are here is not important. What is important is why you are here?"

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows and nodded, murmuring: "Yes, why am I here..."

He turned his head and looked at the lotus pedestal in the center of the underground palace and the well mouth where a beam of moonlight leaked obliquely above his head.

Ouyang Rong kept his head raised, silently rubbed his sore shoulders and waist with his palms, and murmured in an imperceptible voice:

"Stay overnight at Donglin Temple...is Master Shandao taking action again...but why am I like last time, sleepwalking and running around after recovering from illness...Is there something here that is attracting me..."

He couldn't help but think of the very long dream he had when he was in a coma. There seemed to be something very important and warm in the dream, but he couldn't remember what it was at the moment.

There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Ouyang Rong suddenly turned around and asked He Huo and Qiu Laodao:

"Is it true that I am sleepwalking? Did you guys see how I fell?"

There was no keyword activated, Xiu Zhen was still chanting sutras with a stupid look on his face, only the old Taoist Heyi Qiu nodded and said:

"Sleepwalking? It's almost the same. This kind of confusion is just like sleepwalking."

The old Taoist priest smiled.
To be continued...