Upon hearing this, Ye Ying frowned slightly and asked, "Didi... is the door you mentioned the one we just heard? The one you played on the flute at that time... Oh, I see!" Ye Ying looked at Didi with a look of sudden realization at the end.
Seeing this, Didi quickly nodded in affirmation, and then explained, "Yes, that's right! That's correct!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Didi hesitated for a moment, as if considering what to say next. After a while, she continued:
"However, besides the sound condition, that door will also appear at certain other specific times... and the door that appears each time is a little different. For example, the door in front of me is called the 'Flute Door,' so it will only appear in front of you when you hear me playing the flute."
"Of course, sometimes it might suddenly appear without any warning, and there's absolutely no pattern to it!"
Fearing she hadn't explained things clearly enough, Didi added this last sentence to ensure Ye Ying and Ji Wuchen fully understood the key information.
Ji Wuchen carefully pondered the highly deceptive and suspenseful words the flute had just uttered—"Which door?"—and thought to himself:
Didi didn't explicitly state how many doors there were! Realizing this, Ji Wuchen decided to stop beating around the bush and stop going in circles with Didi.
So he asked Didi directly and very frankly:
"Flute, do you know how many doors are set up in this place, this whole area?"
Upon hearing this, Didi first lowered her head slightly, gently moved her fingers to count, and then thought silently for a while before answering, "Hmm... it seems... there aren't many in my memory..."
Seeing this, Ye Ying, who was standing to the side, turned around without hesitation, determined to get to the bottom of things, and stared straight at Didi, continuing to ask, "Not many? Then how many exactly?"
Despite Ye Ying's persistent questioning, Didi maintained a gentle smile and answered softly, "It's probably just one hundred and eighty-one doors..."
Didi's flute playing was soft and melodious, like heavenly music, captivating all who heard it. It seemed that in her eyes, the number 181 and the number 18 were not so different; they were just ordinary numbers.
There's nothing special about it!
However, upon hearing this number, Ye Ying couldn't help but gasp, secretly marveling: How did Didi manage to survive?
How exactly did it survive to this day?
She was so lucky that she wasn't chased and beaten or verbally abused!
What a stroke of luck!
Keep in mind, there are a total of 181 doors!
But she actually called it 'not much'?
This is far more difficult than the eighty-one tribulations that the four members of Tang Sanzang's group—Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing (also known as Sha Wujing)—experienced on their journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures!
That was only eighty-one tribulations, but here there are one hundred and eighty-one doors!
Such a huge number has more than doubled!
Thinking about all this, Ye Ying's face turned extremely pale, filled with pain! And it involuntarily surfaced...
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