Chapter 20020 Talisman

Chapter 20

Kongfan took Yingji through the Pujia Temple and walked a long way to show her the guest room. Pujia Temple was very popular, with pilgrims coming every day, and the temple had guest rooms for pilgrims to rest.

However, the guest room that Kong Fan took Ying Ji to was not the accommodation prepared for pilgrims in the outer courtyard, but a guest room in the inner courtyard.

"You'll stay here for the next few days. When you have nothing to do, you can read Buddhist texts and calm your mind." Kong Fan waved his hand, and two volumes of Buddhist texts appeared on the table. "Also, if you can get up early these days, you can attend the morning prayers."

Yingji's mind was full of the handful of Yikong beads she had just obtained, and she nodded perfunctorily to what Kongfan said.

After Kong Fan left, she fiddled with the Yikong Pearl for a while, put it away carefully, and then took out a book from her Qiankun bag to read.

——Seventeen Volumes of Spells

Instead of reading useless Buddhist scriptures, she might as well read something useful.

She watched intently, and time passed quickly until it got dark and there was a knock on the door.

Yingji hid the book and got up to open the door.

A young monk, about seven or eight years old, stood outside the door, holding a food tray. Yingji smiled sweetly, "It's you. Thank you so much."

She took the meal brought by the little monk, turned around slowly and walked back to the room.

The little monk frowned at her and didn't leave immediately. Yingji placed the vegetarian food on the table, sat down, and smiled at him: "Will you always bring me food from now on?"

She imitated Buddhist etiquette and performed an awkward hand-raising gesture, deliberately teasing him: "You still don't know the master's name?"

"I'm not a master." The little monk muttered, "You can call me Wuchen."

"Okay, little monk Wuchen." Yingji pinched the small spoon and took a big mouthful of porridge. She didn't mind vegetarian food. As long as it was hot, it was delicious to her.

Wu Chen hesitated for a moment and asked, "What is your relationship with our host?"

Yingji's lips curled slightly, her eyes brimming with a charming smile. "I am his little wife. Does young monk Wuchen know what a little wife is?"

Wu Chen blushed and turned and ran away.

Yingji smiled and continued eating until she was full.

Yingji didn't read the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures Kongfan left behind, nor did she attend the morning prayers he had mentioned. She stayed in her room reading the Seventeen Volumes of Mantras. The only person she saw during these days was Wuchen, who brought her food every day.

Putting down the "Seventeen Volumes of Talismans" that she had already memorized, Yingji let out a sigh and finally decided to put it into practice.

Writing talismans also requires spiritual power.

It was the spiritual power that she didn't have.

Ying Ji took out a small pen from the Qiankun bag. The whole pen was emerald green, and even the tip of the wolf hair was glowing green. This pen was called the Cuanling Pen, which contained the spiritual power input in advance by the spiritual practitioner.

The spiritual power inside was getting less and less each time it was used. Yingji looked at the spirit pen with a painful look on her face for a while before she calmed down to draw the talisman.

She gradually drew the runes. The spiritual power leaking out from the spirit pen burned her hands. She endured the pain and insisted on finishing the runes.

Looking at the talisman paper floating in the air, Yingji's heart gradually became nervous. She pinched a corner of the talisman paper and suddenly threw it with force. The fire suddenly blazed up and burned into a ball.

Yingji ignored the burning sensation on her hands and laughed happily. It wasn't until the temperature in the room rose higher and higher, and the flames were about to burn the curtains, that Yingji came to her senses and hurriedly picked up a bucket of water she had prepared in advance and poured it on the strange fire.

The fire died down instantly, but then slowly started burning again.

Yingji was stunned and immediately scrambled to put out the fire. Finally, the fire was extinguished, and she was also covered in dust.

There was a smile on her face, which was covered with dust.

"Knock, knock, knock." Wu Chen came to deliver the meal. When he opened the door, he saw Ying Ji's face covered in dust and asked, "What's wrong, benefactor?"

"I've had enough vegetarian food. Cook for yourself." Yingji took the vegetarian food and closed the door with a "click".

She brought the vegetarian meal back to the table and looked at the mess on the floor, but she felt a joy in her heart that she had not felt in years.

She took big bites of the coarse flour steamed bun, thinking that today was just a first try. She would never be satisfied with just a ball of fire. What she needed were the more powerful talismans in the Seventeen Volumes of Spells.

Over the next few days, Yingji tried several different small spells. She looked at the spirit-accumulating pen and saw that its emerald green luster was getting dimmer and dimmer, knowing that the spiritual power inside was getting less and less.

She hesitated for a moment, then laid out four pieces of talisman paper. Holding the spirit-gathering brush, she drew stroke by stroke. The four pieces of talisman paper floated, emitting a crimson glow. The last trace of green on the spirit-gathering brush vanished.

Yingji put away the spirit-collecting brush distressedly, picked up four pieces of talisman paper, and ran out of the room. She pasted the four talismans on the four walls of the house in the four directions of east, south, west, and north.

The talisman paper floated, its inherent power slowly burning Yingji's hand. She endured the pain and applied the talisman paper as quickly as possible. By the time the last talisman was applied, Yingji's hand was already covered in blood. She ignored the injury and ran away as fast as she could.

In the Buddhist hall, Kong Fan's preaching suddenly stopped. He lowered his eyes and glanced at his hand, feeling the burning pain on it.

The next moment, there was a loud bang, and the monks in the hall stretched their necks to look in the direction of the sound.

It's the direction of her residence.

Kong Fan felt it and found no other pain in his body. He withdrew his gaze and continued to preach.

All the monks in the hall turned their heads and sat upright again to listen.

The tall Buddha statue picks up a flower and smiles, looking down at the monks and the common people with compassion.

Kong Fan went to find Yingji only after he finished his lecture. This was also the first time he came to see her since he brought her back.

Her house was a wreck, and she sat in front of the ruins, flipping through a book. Seeing him coming, she raised her eyes and said innocently, "I accidentally blew up the house while cooking."

Kong Fan glanced around and saw at a glance that the house hadn't been blown up by a cooking fire. He didn't expose the truth, but instead slowly raised his hand and pointed his Zen staff at the ruins. The staff trembled slightly, making a subtle tremor.

The house was repaired and gradually restored to its original state.

Yingji stared at it without blinking, extremely envious of such spiritual power.

Kong Fan said gently, "If you don't like the vegetarian food in the temple, you can go down the mountain and eat meat."

Yingji nodded and agreed, but she had no intention of going down the mountain.

Kong Fan glanced at Yingji's bandaged hand. Just as he was about to step forward to treat her, the temple bell suddenly rang not far away.

One sound after another, heavy and profound.

Kong Fan lowered his eyes, said "Go to bed early", and turned to leave.

Yingji looked at Kongfan's departing back thoughtfully. She was immersed in the joy of learning the art of talismans. Kongfan, who returned to Pugha Temple belatedly, seemed to be shrouded in a layer of Buddha's light. He was still gentle and compassionate, but much more distant.

Yingji reached out and tidied her black hair that was messed up by the cool breeze. She was very tired in recent days. She yawned lazily, got up and went back to her room, intending to have a good sleep.

She had just laid down when there was another knock on the door.

"Donor, a pilgrim has something to give you." Wu Chen said outside the door.

Yingji got up from the bed in confusion, opened the door and took the box from Wuchen's hand.

She opened the box and found a bloody animal tooth inside.

Wu Chen's eyes widened in shock, and he shrieked, "What is this? Is it a tiger's tooth?"

Yingji's expression changed drastically, and all her smiles vanished in an instant. She quickly pulled out the slip of paper from under her fangs. Written on it was an address: Zihengxu.

"Where is Zihengxu?" Ying Ji asked.

Wu Chen looked at Ying Ji in surprise. In the past few days, this fairy-like female donor always had a smile on her face. This was the first time he saw Ying Ji with such a cold expression. She looked much more unfamiliar.

He hurriedly reached out to show Yingji the way.

Yingji closed the box with a snap and went to Zihengxu immediately.

Ziheng Ruins is a place of ruins. According to legend, a great battle between venerables took place here a thousand years ago. The reason and outcome are unknown, but this place has become a wasteland, and even after a thousand years, no land is still growing.

Yingji stepped into Ziheng Ruins and looked around cautiously. The area within a hundred miles was desolate, and her view was unobstructed. She could see the banana trees in the distance.

"Banana!" She ran away.

Basho weakly transformed back into his original tiger form and fell into a coma.

Yingji held Bajiao in her arms and, after testing her breath, knew she was still alive, she breathed a sigh of relief. However, Yingji knew this place was still full of dangers and could not be careless. She immediately took out a jade coffin, temporarily placed Bajiao there, and carefully placed her in the Qiankun bag.

Yingji stood up, looked around warily, and asked, "Who are you?"

Suddenly a strong wind blew, blowing her red dress into pieces.

The voice arrives before the person appears.

"Xueying, the Thirteenth Princess of the Duxue Kingdom, do you know your guilt?"

Recognizing the voice of Venerable Di Fu, Ying Ji's heart sank. He was coming to avenge Xue Zhonghong. She didn't answer, waiting for him to appear.

Venerable Di Fu walked out from the raging sand, strolled leisurely in the garden, and appeared in front of Ying Ji after a few steps.

"He who killed his own brother with his own hands should be put to death."

Yingji smiled and said nonchalantly, "I don't understand what you are saying. I, Yingji, don't have the ability to kill."

She gently twisted a teleporting bead in her hand, thinking that Venerable Di Fu was truly arrogant and underestimated his opponent, tossing Bajiao aside so easily. He must have assumed that she was weak and defenseless.

Ying Ji had already put the banana into the Qiankun bag, and then with the help of the Yikong Pearl, it was easy for her to slip away.

Venerable Di Fu continued to judge from a superior position: "Are you willing to be punished?"

Yingji thought the old man's words were ridiculous. She teased him, "Your Excellency, can't you say anything other than nonsense?"

"I can spare you." Venerable Di Fu looked at Ying Ji with arrogance.

His grey eyes turned slightly, the arrogance in them was still there, but there was something else inside.

Yingji was all too familiar with that kind of gaze. She chuckled, "You're pretending to be upholding justice, but you're actually harboring evil intentions."

Venerable Di Fu gazed upon the beauty before him, his eyes filled with lust. He knew Ying Ji's mortal body would age quickly. So he dropped everything he was doing, eager to possess her while she was still young.

He extended his hand as if giving a reward, handed a bottle of medicine to Yingji, and ordered: "Take it."

Ying Ji was not in a hurry, holding the Sky-Moving Pearl in her hand. She reached out to take it, glancing at the small words on the bottle: Hehuan Yue Love Water.

Ying Ji scoffed and glanced at Venerable Di Fu with contempt and disgust. Just as she was about to crush the Shifting Orb in her hand, she caught a glimpse of white in the distance from the corner of her eye.

Is Kong Fan chasing us?

Yingji's heart paused, and in a flash, her mind raced, and she suddenly changed her mind.

She pulled the cork off the bottle and smiled meaningfully. She looked at Kong Fan, who was rushing towards her from a distance, raised her head, and drank the Hehuanyue Love Water in one gulp.

A little sweet.

Venerable Di Fu stared at Ying Ji with growing greed in his eyes. Just as he was about to reach out to Ying Ji, he suddenly felt a strong sense of danger behind him.

He turned around suddenly, and a huge golden light exploded in front of him. He quickly made a gesture to block it!

Yingji took a step back to avoid being caught in the crossfire, quickly crushing the Shifting Orb in her hand. As the world spun, she finally looked towards Kongfan.

He approached slowly, each step moving instantly. Golden runes surrounded him, and his snow-white robes fluttered.

Yingji's internal organs felt uncomfortable, and she fell heavily into the desert. She propped herself up and looked out at the endless desert. In the distance, she could hear the faint sound of camel bells.

A sharp pain gripped her chest, and her entire body felt like it was on fire. She lowered her eyes to look at the empty bottle of Hehuan Yueqing Water. She was well-versed in poison books, so she naturally knew what kind of potent drug this was.

Yingji's life was short, and she no longer wanted to waste it with Kongfan. She took a deep breath, grasped the scimitar, and stabbed her arm.

Pain is a guide to Kongfan.

She watched Kong Fan's figure appear in the dusty desert, a smile on her lips.

He has the heart of a Buddha and is willing to sacrifice himself to save others.

So, will he sacrifice himself to save her?

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The next chapter of the story will be v, watch the Buddha sacrifice himself to save others hahaha

I'm writing it now, I'll post it later, come and see it tomorrow morning~

There is a small red envelope dropped in this chapter~