Chapter 15015 Old Friend

Chapter 15

"Yingji?" Kong Fan's voice came from inside the house.

Yingji looked at the old woman warily, walked quickly into the house, and handed the monk's robe to Kongfan.

"Is someone coming?" Kong Fan asked while getting dressed.

"That strange boatman when we came to Qinmin Mountain." Yingji said.

After saying that, Yingji turned her head and looked through the open door, and saw the old woman fainted in the yard.

Kong Fan stood up, walked out of the room, and walked quickly to the old woman.

"Old lady?" He extended his hand to support her. As soon as he touched her wrist, Kong Fan immediately felt the spiritual energy draining from her body. It was obvious that she was at the end of her life.

He transferred the gentle spiritual power into the old woman's body, but she was too weak, and she could not bear it after Kong Fan transferred just a little bit.

The old woman shook her head and said in a hoarse voice: "Save your energy, I can't live any longer."

Kong Fan looked at her with compassion in his eyes.

The sky was gloomy, as if it would rain at any moment. Kong Fan raised his hand and waved it. With a dull sound, the Sanskrit characters shattered silently, completely shattering the defensive barrier he had set up.

——Since the old woman is a demon, we can only help her into the house after breaking this barrier.

Kong Fan helped the old woman back into the house. Life and death are inevitable, and Kong Fan could do nothing about the old woman's passing.

But at least he could prevent her from being drenched by the rain before she died.

Ying Ji was not interested in Kong Fan's kindness. As usual, she checked the things in the Qiankun bag and sorted them according to their functions.

She had collected so many treasures that her Qiankun bag was already overflowing. If she hadn't looked through them every now and then, she would have lost track of what was in her Qiankun bag.

Ying Ji took out the golden hairpin from her Qiankun bag, sighed, and said, "I thought I was just running an errand for Man Qingfeng, but I didn't expect it to be so in vain and cause so much trouble."

Yingji frowned and shook the golden hairpin in her hand.

The old woman was stunned when she heard the name "Man Qingfeng". She turned her head stiffly and stared at the golden hairpin in Yingji's hand.

"Where did you get that from?" She stood up, her voice shaking, her whole body trembling.

She ran towards Yingji and snatched the golden hairpin away.

Her hand, holding the hairpin, trembled constantly. To stop the hairpin from shaking so she could see it more clearly, she switched hands, but the other hand was still shaking. Finally, she held the hairpin with both hands, and both hands trembled. The hairpin shook continuously, as if weeping in pain.

Yingji and Kongfan looked at each other.

Yingji once again looked the frail old woman in front of her up and down, and asked in disbelief, "Could you be Qing'er?"

The old woman's cracked lips trembled, but no sound came out.

She suddenly remembered when she first met Man Qingfeng. Man Qingfeng scratched his head with an embarrassed yet smiling face, and said, "What a coincidence, there is a "Qing" in my name too."

She remembered the golden hairpin even more.

Man Qingfeng thought he had concealed it well, but she had known about the hairpin from the beginning. He had designed the hairpin himself and had gone to three different shops before he was satisfied with the design.

He was such a fool, he actually ran back to fight with the monster just for this hairpin.

That's so stupid.

The old woman pressed the golden hairpin hard against her heart with her trembling hands, and then she burst into tears.

Yingji had so many questions, but now was clearly not the time to ask them. She watched the old woman weeping heartbrokenly, and she wished she could follow her immediately.

Yingji doesn't quite understand this kind of feeling.

Is it worth it? Definitely not.

They are all a bunch of fools whose brains are not clear enough.

Kong Fan stood aside, his brows slightly lowered, twirling his Buddhist beads and chanting scriptures.

After a long moment, the old woman wept until she was exhausted, leaning wearily against a chair. Her weathered body hunched over, slumped into the chair. Her eyes were closed, almost lifeless, only her hands, gripping the golden hairpin, remained tense.

Kongfan stopped chanting and asked, "Why is this place destroyed? Are you so weak because of your injury?"

"I want to avenge him. The fight affected this place. My spiritual power was exhausted and it became like this. Qinmin Mountain also became like this." The old woman sighed deeply, not knowing whether she regretted destroying her own home.

She laughed again and said, "But I killed that big demon and avenged him."

She let out a long sigh, as if everything was worth it.

Kong Fan sighed, lamenting that people's obsessions, unable to let go, would lead to greater losses. But for someone like the snake woman who had already given everything and whose life was nearing its end, teaching and guidance seemed meaningless.

He could only convey Man Qingfeng's last wish.

"He asked us to give this golden hairpin to you. He also hopes that you will live a good life and not miss him." Kong Fan said in a gentle tone.

The snake woman's vicissitudes of life glanced at Kong Fan and Ying Ji, and she said sadly: "A monk with a broad mind and a heartless beauty, you won't understand."

Yingji looked at the snake girl thoughtfully.

Kong Fan didn't argue. He extended his hand, and a gentle force slowly enveloped the snake girl. He could do little, only hoping to ease her physical pain and allow her to spend the rest of her life in peace.

"The dead cannot be resurrected. Don't be sad anymore. Take good care of yourself. This will be considered as fulfilling the last wish of Donor Man Qingfeng. He certainly wouldn't want you to be depressed and miserable. I hope you can let him go and live a good life."

Kong Fan stood up.

He has been delayed for a long time on this trip, and he has to go back to Chaoxi.

Yingji followed Kongfan out. She turned back to look at the snake girl in the room and said to Kongfan, "I'm worried about her."

Kong Fan knew that consolation was useless, so he lowered his eyes and said, "She has her own destiny."

"I want to leave her some medicine for her injuries. Although they are not as powerful as spiritual power, their medicine is more capable of nourishing the body of a mortal. Her current body is no different from that of a mortal." Ying Ji paused, "She seems to have some external injuries on her body. I will help her treat them."

Kong Fan nodded to Ying Ji with appreciation.

Ying Ji took two steps, then turned back and smiled at him, saying, "Wait outside. I'll treat her injuries, so it's not convenient for you to go in with her."

Yingji turned her head and the smile on her face disappeared.

Yingji stepped over the threshold and squeaked the door shut. She walked towards the snake girl and said worriedly, "Man Qingfeng misses you very much."

The snake woman raised her eyes and stared at Yingji.

Yingji sat down in front of the snake woman and said sadly, "He said he longed for you to accompany him. He said he was afraid you would fall in love with someone else after he died. He said his biggest regret was that he couldn't hold your hand tightly when he was pushed into the Soul-Destroying Well."

The snake woman began to tremble all over.

Ying Ji sighed softly and said, "But he also said that the snake girl is beautiful and long-lived, so she definitely wouldn't want to die with him. He can only wish you happiness for the rest of your life against his will."

Yingji slowly approached the snake girl, her charming voice filled with temptation.

"But the rest of your life's joy has nothing to do with him anymore."

"He must have been terrified when he was pushed into the Soul-Exterminating Well, right?"

The snake girl closed her eyes dejectedly and thrust the golden hairpin in her hand hard into her throat.

Blood gushed out and splashed on Yingji Xueruo's delicate face. She smiled charmingly, her whole face looked delicate and almost enchanting, like a man-eating ghost.

She never came to Qinmin Mountain to give a golden hairpin.

She came to Qinmin Mountain for the snake girl scales.

Would she be moved by the Snake Girl and Man Qingfeng's unwavering love for each other through life and death? Of course not, she would only find it ridiculous.

She only thought about how to remove the snake woman's scales.

The snake woman's corpse slid powerlessly from the chair to the ground, transforming into a green snake. Yingji, holding a small curved knife, thrust hard at the back of its neck, removing the vital scales.

She put the scales into her Qiankun bag, and the door was suddenly pushed open.

Ying Ji raised her eyes and looked at Kong Fan standing at the door. Her brows knitted together as she said sadly, "The snake girl couldn't bear it anymore and followed him."

Kong Fan looked at Ying Ji with a look of disappointment. After a long moment, he sighed, said nothing, and turned away.

Yingji's heart sank. Could this monk be eavesdropping? She quickly stood up and chased after him.

Kong Fan walked very fast, and Ying Ji followed closely behind him, unable to see his expression.

The mountain road was difficult to walk on and Yingji was tired.

"Kong Fan, I really can't walk anymore." She stopped and shouted at Kong Fan's back.

"When we get back to Chaoxi, I'll take you to Qingxin Temple."

Qingxin Temple? Yingji knew this place; it was a nunnery. So this monk kept saying she had a connection with Buddhism, and he really wanted to send her to become a nun?

Yingji glared at Kongfan's back, took out a scimitar, and slashed it hard on the back of her hand.

Kong Fan's footsteps paused for a moment. He looked down at his hands in confusion, then looked back belatedly.

Yingji sat on a rock, frowning and staring at him.

Kong Fan's gaze moved down to the back of her hand dripping with blood.

Kong Fan walked towards her, and Ying Ji offered her hand to him, waiting for him to wave his hand and he would be healed immediately.

However, Kong Fan did not help her.

He sat on the ground, closed his eyes and recited scriptures, waiting for her to rest enough before continuing.

The back of her hand was burning with pain. Yingji's fingertips were stained with blood and she quickly rubbed them on Kongfan's face twice.

Kong Fan paused for a moment as he fiddled with the Buddhist beads before continuing.

Just as Yingji was about to cause trouble again, a gentle golden light blocked her path. She was caught off guard and fell backwards. She subconsciously groaned.

Kong Fan paused for a moment as he fiddled with the Buddhist beads.

He opened his eyes and looked over, but Yingji had already looked away. She was wrapping the wound on the back of her hand with gauze in circles.

If he doesn't treat her, then she can treat it herself.

The pain on the back of her hand suddenly vanished. Yingji was stunned for a moment, then pulled back the gauze and saw the wound had vanished. She tilted her head to look at Kongfan, who was reciting sutras with his eyes lowered, his thin lips moving slightly, unperturbed by external affairs.

Yingji yawned and took out the quilt from the Qiankun bag - to sleep.

Kong Fan opened his eyes and looked at Ying Ji in confusion.

After a long while, he raised his hand and wiped away the blood on his face that she had smeared on him.

The smooth jade-like fingertips were stained with the smell of blood, and Kong Fan vaguely smelled the smell of alcohol.

He lowered his eyes to look at his monk's robes. They were clean as snow and fitted neatly on his body.

In the picture, the image of Yingji's hand holding the liquor and stroking his body suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was clearly a scene he saw through a spiritual weapon, and he himself had no memory of it, so why did he remember it so clearly?

A white dove flew in from a distance. Kong Fan raised his hand and let it land on his hand. The mailbox landed in his palm. The dove flapped its wings and slowly became transparent, disappearing completely.

It was a letter from a friend, asking him to meet up.

A friend trapped in love.

Kong Fan once tried his best to persuade him to let go by using Buddhist teachings, but his friend had a heavy complex in his heart and could not resolve it.

Kong Fan was also puzzled. How could this intelligent and free-spirited friend be trapped by love and even end up in such a state of disgrace?

Yingji didn't know when she opened her eyes. In the darkness, she looked at Kongfan with bright eyes and asked softly, "Are you going to abandon me too?"

"What?" Kong Fan looked over.

Kong Fan paused and said, "After I finish my business, I will take you to Qingxin Temple."

Sending her there shouldn't be considered abandoning her, right?

Yingji didn't say anything, turned over and continued to sleep.

The next day, the two continued their journey, with Kong Fan first going to Sucheng to meet a friend.

It was snowing heavily.

Yingji followed Kongfan, stepping on the footprints he left on the snow.

Kong Fan knocked on the gate of a courtyard.

With a creaky sound, the gate was opened.

Yingji raised her eyes, looking past Kongfan at the person inside the door. The smile on her face froze, and she subconsciously stepped back, falling hurriedly into the snow.

Kong Fan looked back in surprise and saw Ying Ji’s face was pale.

She called woodenly, "Big Brother."

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