Jinglian then looked around and indeed, there was no miasma about ten meters away from the two of them.

Ah Li said, "Master Jinglian, this is all thanks to you."

Jinglian said again, "Amitabha."

Ahri looked around and found that there were only a few short branches, which were not enough to secure the tree.

At this moment, black miasma was floating around. Ahri looked up and said, "We can't wait here forever. We need to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain as soon as possible."

Jinglian tried to stand up, but Ali walked over and said, "Excuse me, Master Jinglian."

Ahri bent down and picked the person up.

A rare blush rose on Jinglian's face. "Miss Ali."

“It’s okay, I can do it. When I was in the temple, I carried a hundred-pound cabbage along the mountain path.”

Ah Li carefully examined Jing Lian's broken leg and carried her forward.

The miasma also actively avoided them because Ah Li was holding Jing Lian.

Soon, Ahri found a cave.

There was a lot of withered grass inside the cave. Ali put Jinglian outside in a clean and well-ventilated place, then took out a flint and steel and burned the withered grass inside the cave.

After the dry grass burned, Ali took his homemade broom and cleaned the cave.

Jinglian discovered a medicinal herb not far away that could prevent miasma from entering the body.

He said to Ah Li, "Miss Ah Li, come here for a moment."

"They're here."

When Ahri heard the sound, she put down her broom and went outside.