"Old Tang...Old Tang!" The middle-aged monk suddenly woke up from his meditation and subconsciously said something.
The young monk surnamed Chen was a little helpless: "It seems that you are really happy. I have never seen you look so relaxed." You must know that the Tang Bin he knew always had an indifferent attitude. Calm and restrained, not even frowning for his own safety, almost passive and peaceful attitude.
But this kind of calmness and peace also represents an airtight shell. There are few flaws and the two of them rarely see him lose his temper to this extent. He shouted several times just now without getting a response. Brother Chen concluded that the other party must be trying to retreat. He was absent-minded about the team.
Chen Ying got involved in Wanfang a few years later than Tang Bin, more than 20 years ago. However, Chen Ying's background was acceptable, and his talent was infinitely better than Tang Bin's. He had never given up on his practice over the years, and his cultivation was considered to be among the best among everyone. So he looks much younger than Tang Bin.
It can be said that the two have known each other for many years, so their relationship is naturally different. His words couldn't help but have a hint of sincerity, and he was really worried about Tang Bin who was a little unusual.
"Although leaving the team is a great joy, don't forget that there is still one more trip back. It will only be over once this trip is over. Don't be careless, bro. It will be bad if you fail after so many years of hard work." Then it will be over. I'm not willing to die. Chen Ying muttered silently in his heart, but he wouldn't say it out loud, and it wouldn't sound nice.
Although he didn't understand how the other party misunderstood him, Tang Bin still understood the other party's kindness and accepted it without distinguishing.
"It seems that those things I heard before are not lies..." Chen Ying murmured.
Tang Bin was a little surprised: "Huh? So you know. I just saw you looking relaxed, and I thought you didn't know."
"I'm not sure either..." Chen Ying looked a little weird when he said this: "I happened to hear someone talking about this in my brief introduction that day, but they also heard what others said. I don't know if it's the passage to Cloud Island. Why is there a big space storm that almost destroyed the entire passage. Now people outside can’t get in and people inside can’t get out.”
This is unheard of, are you kidding me? Even Tang Bin, who was calmly talking about the space storm just now, was also stunned. This must be a joke. Haha, how could a space storm directly destroy the passage?
That was a special path that even several Mahayana venerables could not destroy. One of the twelve main paths... just collapsed like this?
Tang Bin felt that he must be dreaming. No wonder Chen Ying couldn't believe it before. For people like them who have traveled far and wide and have almost become the cornerstone of this region, this matter sounds like a fantasy and can only be talked about as a joke.
"Actually, it's all just hearsay, and it's not our turn to worry about it. If it's true, the people above will be upset, and we can't do anything." Looking at Tang Bin's appearance, Chen Ying seemed to look away. smiled.
"Maybe the space storm you encountered was the one that destroyed the Cloud Island passage... Then your fate is not ordinary."
Of course, Chen Ying was just joking. How can this be?
The space storm is the most violent and uncontrollable "overlord" in this sea area. Once swept in, there is almost no possibility of survival. Even if the surrounding sea area is not swept into the core at that time, if you get close, you will still be involved. If you enter, you will die. There was no such thing as the situation that Tang Bin mentioned by staying close to the outside and just avoiding it. Tang Bin probably encountered another small-scale storm.
Indeed, I have heard that when the entire ocean space is unstable, space storms of various sizes will occur one after another. It is also possible that the collapse of the Cloud Island Channel triggered a small storm nearby.
However, although space storms are considered the most terrifying life-threatening threat in this area, they are rare, and no one may encounter them once a year. After all, the sea area of Wanfang is so vast. Most of their experiences were medium-to-large sea whirlpools or moiré waves caused by space friction, and they would definitely be swallowed up if they were not careful.
Another way is to be drawn into the gap of the space channel. This is the same as encountering a space storm, and there is no chance of death.
There are only twelve main roads leading to the Twelve Annexes, which is good, but it does not mean that there are only twelve spatial passages. In order to support these huge arterial roads, thousands of countless small channels are interconnected. They support the foundation of the main arterial roads.
If you are involved in such a small passage, you may not be able to find it even if you spend a lot of money to find it. And even if they were found, the person would most likely have been squeezed to death by the violent and rapid spatial turbulence in the small passage.
Therefore, being drawn into the space gap is almost equivalent to the word death, and no one can survive. This kind of danger is more common than space storms in the Wanfang Sea, and it is also what everyone present is most afraid of. No one knows whether he will die silently in a corner or crevice in the next moment, and maybe even the body will not be found.
Over the years, most of the monks involved in this matter have not had this kind of problem. In the end, when the body was not found, they could only pack up the relics in the centralized residence and give them to their families to inform the funeral. Then someone has to be sent to continue to make up for the remaining years, and the cycle starts over and over again.
Born in a family, but without enough talent or corresponding blessing, he could only become a source of nourishment for his brothers and sisters of the same clan. This is their fate and there is no escape.
For people like Tang Bin, finishing the last journey in silence is the best ending.
"Who knows..."
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However, the unusually warm atmosphere of the crowd did not attract the attention of those responsible for inspection, or perhaps their minds were too distracted by other things to pay attention to such insignificant matters.
They know exactly what happened in the Wanfang Sea, and they know it without anyone else talking about it.
In the past, it only took two or three days to rest the entire team and obtain relatively complete data. However, they had been waiting on this desert island for several days before they found such a small number of people. The inspectors, who had always been indifferent to the outside world, couldn't help but become restless.
There are only so many people, and the degree of completion is so low. How can we deliver work this year? They will all be scolded to death...
Although this is not something they can decide, just like the monks cannot decide whether to enter or not to enter the Wanfang Sea... The only thing they can do is to wait here for more people to come back, hoping that they can barely make up the number.
What kind of bad year was this year that caused them to encounter such a catastrophic disaster? Fortunately, they fought hard for this job, and in the end, they made a fuss in vain and gained nothing.
