Chapter 742 [Ancient Temple] (Part 1)

An Yuchen nodded, blushed and said, "Will I...be pregnant..."

Smiling without saying a word.

An Yuchen shook his arm and said coquettishly: "What do you say!"

Zhang Yang said: "The pregnancy is not that fast. Although I worked very hard last night, I forgot to ask if you are in the safe period?"

An Yuchen blocked his ears with shame: "I'm so embarrassed that I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen!"

Zhang Yang was amused by her arrogant expression. He carried the mountaineering bag and smiled and said, "Let's go down the mountain quickly when the weather is sunny."

On the way down the mountain, An Yuchen finally told Zhang Yang in a low voice that he was not in the safety period, and something was going to happen this time. Zhang Yang didn't say anything. Although An Yuchen's condition was temporarily stable, he was still not sure whether he could completely cure her. He discussed this issue with Li Xinyi. If An Yuchen became pregnant, then a new meridian in her body would be established between the new life in her body and the mother. This method may be able to reshape the meridians in her body, but even if she became pregnant smoothly, it is still difficult to say whether she could last for ten months.

Zhang Yang was deeply worried about An Yuchen's affairs, but An Yuchen thought Zhang Yang was under pressure because of the matter between them. She whispered: "You don't have to worry, I will be responsible for this matter and it has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing when he heard her say this.

An Yuchen said seriously: "I will not tell anyone about the matter between us, and it will not affect your relationship with Yanran." Even now, An Yuchen has never thought about the outcome. She has no confidence in whether she can recover. Zhang Yang has given her too much, and for her, living an extra day is a profit.

Zhang Yang said: "Little Demon, I'm wondering, what will the child we gave birth to look like?"

An Yuchen smiled and said, "I must be a demon king in the world!"

It is easy to go up the mountain and it is difficult to go down the mountain. On Mount Everest, the two of them felt this. When they reached the Ice Sword Rail, the wind started to rise again. It was sunny just now. In a flash, the sky became dark again. The snow kept falling, and the sky was white. They could no longer tell the direction. Zhang Yang's opinion was to temporarily station the Ice Sword Rail and continue to move forward after the wind and snow stopped. An Yuchen obeyed him. The little demon, who was stubborn and maverick in the past, has now suddenly become a tender little woman who is obedient.

When Zhang Yang was about to set off the camp on the leeward side of the Ice Sword Ridge, he suddenly felt a faint vibration from the ground. An Yuchen held his arm nervously. The two looked up at the top of the mountain, but saw a long white dragon appearing on the hillside above. The rumbling sound went from far to near. Although Zhang Yang was extremely brave, he couldn't help but change his color when he saw the scene in front of him. He finally found An Yuchen and worked hard to return here. He thought victory was in sight, but he didn't expect that he would encounter an avalanche again at the Ice Sword Ridge.

Zhang Yang shouted, "Run!" He pulled An Yuchen's arm and ran down the mountain, but on this snowy ice peak, where could they escape? Before they could escape a few steps, the snow pouring down like a silver dragon was surging. The air waves lifted their bodies like mid-air. The two hugged each other tightly, and their bodies drifted in the void like autumn leaves. Before Zhang Yang could lift up the snow, the snow had already covered her head and face, and in a blink of an eye, they had buried them in the white snow.

Zhang Yang hugged An Yuchen tightly in his arms, guarding An Yuchen with his arms to prevent her from being hurt. His body finally fell on the ground, and his left leg was painful. Their bodies were completely buried by snow. The pain in his legs did not make Zhang Yang faint. He was sure that An Yuchen was still in his arms. Zhang Yang felt a little relieved, and then began to push away the snow above with his arms. The snow layer was very thick. His hands tried their best to stretch, but he could never break through the thick snow layer. Zhang Yang's heart was filled with fear. He didn't know how deep they were buried.

Under the snow, if the snow layer is too thick, it will not take long to die of suffocation due to hypoxia. He struggled to remove the signal gun from the pocket of his shirt. When he fell from the sky during the avalanche, he injured his body in many places. His left leg should have been broken, and his ribs were broken. The pain and snow made every move extremely difficult. Zhang Yang raised the signal gun and pointed the snow layer above and pulled the trigger. He hoped that the signal flare could break through the snow layer. Even if no one could see it, it could rush out a hole, and use the hole to bring them some air.

An Yuchen curled up in his arms and silently. Zhang Yang hugged her. At this time, he really felt that the sound of being called Tiantian and being unsatisfied. The hole that the signal flare rushed out was buried by snow not long after. Zhang Yang's hope in the dark was shattered bit by bit. Unexpectedly, the ice peak and snow ridge became the final destination for him and An Yuchen.

Just when Zhang Yang was almost desperate, he seemed to hear the sound of dog barking. Zhang Yang thought it was his illusion, but the sound of dog barking was getting closer and closer. Zhang Yang was extremely surprised. He wanted to call for help, but found that he could not make any sound at all.

The barking of dogs finally came to his head, followed by footsteps. Someone began to use snow shovels to dig out the snow surface. Zhang Yang and An Yuchen were buried two meters deep. The rescuers outside first quickly dug out a snow path for ventilation, and then carried out large-scale removal. Fifteen minutes later, Zhang Yang and An Yuchen's bodies finally appeared in the sky again.

Zhang Yang remained awake from beginning to end. He saw two young lamas in red and a white mastiff. One lama shouted: "Can you hear it?"

Zhang Yang looked at him with a smile, but he couldn't hear what the other party was saying.

The two lamas carried Zhang Yang and An Yuchen on their backs and walked towards the temple not far away in the wind and snow.

This is a thousand-year-old temple hidden in the ice peaks and snow valleys. There is no sign on the map. The one who Zhang Yang is most concerned about is An Yuchen. The young lama who is responsible for carrying An Yuchen said, "Don't worry, she is still alive."

When Zhang Yang heard the news that An Yuchen was safe, his eyes suddenly turned red. He lamented the tenacity and stubbornness of life. After so many hardships, he finally found An Yuchen. More importantly, she was still alive.

Two young lamas took Zhang Yang and An Yuchen to the ancient temple and came to the meditation room in the northwest corner of the backyard of the ancient temple. In the middle of the meditation room was a bronze brazier with a diameter of about half a meter. Compared with the cold outside, the meditation room was as warm as spring. The lama gently placed Zhang Yang and An Yuchen on the wool carpet and covered their bodies with a quilt.

An Yuchen was still in a coma, and Zhang Yang was in a very bad condition. He had a fracture in his left leg during an avalanche and had multiple fractures on his chest ribs. However, the fracture did not displace, which was a blessing in disgrace.

Shortly after the two young lamas left, a skinny old lama walked into the meditation room tremblingly, and behind him was a little lama carrying a medicine box.

The old lama first checked Zhang Yang's injuries and murmured something. The little lama translated for him: "Your leg is broken and you have multiple fractures on your body. Now I will heal you."

Zhang Yang held back the pain and said, "Help me see if she is in trouble first."

The old lama looked at An Yuchen and said something again. He obviously didn't understand Chinese. The young lama translated on behalf of him: "She is fine, she is just in a coma. She will wake up after a while."

Zhang Yang had also investigated An Yuchen's pulse just now, and believed that the old lama did not deceive him.

The old lama nodded and signaled the little lama to open the medicine box, take out a celadon box from it, and opened the porcelain box. There was a black ointment inside. A strong and spicy smell spread. Zhang Yang could have identified the ointment as the black jade intermittent ointment based on this smell alone. This ointment was difficult to obtain during the Great Sui Dynasty, and it could have a miraculous effect on muscles and bone injuries. Zhang Yang thought that the black jade intermittent ointment had long been lost, but he did not expect that in the ancient temple on Mount Everest, there was a lama who mastered the formula of this strange medicine.

After the old lama applied medicine to Zhang Yang, he used a wooden board to fix his broken leg.

The black jade intermittent cream was indeed magical. After applying the ointment to the wound, the pain disappeared immediately, and replaced by a itchy feeling. The old lama told Zhang Yang through the little lama that he could not move rashly in a short time to avoid the displacement of the fracture. After healing Zhang Yang, the old lama stood up and left, and the little lama also went out. Not long after, he came in with glutinous rice cake and butter tea.

Zhang Yang's belly is empty now, smelling the fragrance of butter tea, and his stomach is rumbling in a bad mood. The little lama smiled, very cute, and brought the butter tea to feed Zhang Yang. The warmth in the room has gradually restored Zhang Yang. The first thing he has to restore normal is his language ability. Zhang Yang said, "I'll do it myself!" He took the butter tea and drank it in one mouthful. Because the ribs were damaged, he had to be very careful when eating to avoid hurting the wound.

The little lama said: "You are here to recover from your injuries. The wind and snow have been raging these two days, and it is not suitable to go down the mountain. When the wind and snow pass, we will send someone to the camp to contact you and take you down the mountain for treatment."

"Thank you, Master!"

The little lama smiled and said, "My name is Doji Gyatso!"

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Then I will call you Dorje, your name is festive!"

Doji nodded and smiled, "I won't delay your rest, I'll see you later!"

After the little lama left, he closed the door. Zhang Yang found the medicine box that he had stored in close contact with. He opened the medicine box and found three pills of the anti-nature pills he prepared with his own hands. He took one of them himself and then chewed them into An Yuchen's mouth.
Chapter completed!