Chapter 42042 Ravine

Chapter 42

Kong Fan slowly lowered his hand. The huge consumption of spiritual energy made his palm feel numb and powerless.

His gaze fell on Yingji's shoulder, taking in the patched wound. The horrific graft was barely visible, a hairline mark and a patch of redness and swelling around the reattached arm.

After a few more days of rest, the redness and swelling around her broken wall will disappear, and even the hair-thin mark will fade away.

Kong Fan's left shoulder still hurt slightly, he knew Ying Ji's wound was still painful.

He reached out again, pulled up her sleeve that had been blown down by the wind, and once again placed his palm on her wound, sending gentle spiritual power to ease her pain.

Not far away, a few villagers came down the mountain from chopping wood and were talking to each other. After a brief conversation, they finally came over.

The leader stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing, monk?"

Kong Fan was stunned for a moment and quickly looked at Ying Ji.

Her red dress was torn in many places and stained with blood. He had rolled up her left sleeve, revealing her entire white arm. His hand was "touching" her bare shoulder. To the uninformed, it could easily lead to misunderstanding.

Kong Fan quickly explained with a smile: "Old lady, she is injured, I am treating her."

Kong Fan's eyes were clear and his features were gentle. Dressed in his snow-white monk's robes, he smiled and spoke to people, possessing a natural compassion that convinced others.

The group immediately believed it and were about to leave. Suddenly, a young man asked uncertainly, "Girl, is what he said true?"

Several people who were about to leave stopped.

Yingji could neither move nor speak, she just looked at Kongfan with her sparkling eyes, a smile on her face.

Kong Fan had no choice but to immediately release her from the mute spell and let her make her own excuse.

Yingji suddenly sobbed, and with a suppressed cry, she begged for help: "Help me—he is a playboy monk who took me away by force—and he wants to take me back—"

Kong Fan was stunned and stared at Ying Ji in disbelief.

Several enthusiastic villagers immediately ran over indignantly.

"How could a monk like you do such a thing?"

"Just now I almost fell for your good looks, but I didn't expect you to be such a beast in disguise!"

"I think it's a flower thief disguised as a monk!"

Kong Fan was used to being worshipped, respected and believed in, but this was the first time he had encountered such accusations and insults.

His fair cheeks flushed unconsciously, and he looked embarrassed. He wanted to explain, but he didn't know where to start.

One villager pointed a stick at him to warn him, while another villager reached out to pull Yingji.

Kong Fan reacted instantly and hugged Ying Ji just before the villager touched her.

The villagers saw a white mist suddenly appear. When it dissipated, Kong Fan and Ying Ji had long disappeared, leaving only a bodhi leaf fluttering down.

Several villagers looked around but could not find anyone. Recalling the two people's extraordinary faces, they wondered if they were hallucinating or had encountered a monster.

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Kong Fan carried Ying Ji for a long distance without saying a word.

Ying Ji curled her lips and smiled, and asked, "Are you angry? Kong Fan, will you be angry?"

"No." Kong Fan's voice remained gentle and calm.

Yingji carefully examined Kongfan's expression and saw nothing unusual. Feeling bored, she lazily asked, "How long are you going to hold me?"

Kong Fan paused, loosened his hand, and released the spell that had been cast on Ying Ji.

Yingji staggered twice and barely managed to stand steady. She frowned and glared at Kongfan.

"The palace is not far ahead. You go back by yourself." Kong Fan turned around.

Yingji stood on the side of the road and watched Kongfan walk away. She turned her head to look at her left arm and shook it again.

The place where the broken arm was connected still hurt, but she could move freely now. Yingji sighed a little, and once again coveted something like spiritual power in her heart.

"Little disciple?"

Yingji turned around and saw Venerable Fu Feng.

"Master." Yingji went forward to greet him.

Venerable Fu Feng looked at Ying Ji's disheveled appearance, flicked his hand, and threw out a purification spell, asking with disdain, "How did you get into this state?"

"It happened when I was catching monsters." Ying Ji frowned and said indifferently, "Having an unreliable master naturally makes life harder."

"Hahaha." Venerable Fu Feng laughed loudly twice. "You kid, do you think Master hasn't taught you anything? Okay, Master will teach you a powerful talisman today."

Yingji immediately acted like a good disciple and said repeatedly, "Master is truly the best master in the world!"

Venerable Fu Feng took Ying Ji to his residence and asked her some basic questions along the way. Ying Ji answered them one by one.

"Not bad." Venerable Fu Feng did not hesitate to praise.

Yingji did not seek credit, and said frankly: "It is because my senior brother taught me seriously and responsibly."

"Your senior brother is indeed reliable." Venerable Fu Feng stopped and smiled. "My little disciple, please watch carefully. I have something to do and don't have much time. I will only draw this talisman once, so you must remember it!"

As he spoke, Venerable Fu Feng condensed spiritual energy from his fingertips and drew a talisman in the air. Because it was for demonstration purposes, he deliberately drew each stroke very slowly.

Yingji stared at it without blinking. Even though she had no spiritual power, she could clearly feel the immense power contained in the talisman gradually condensing in the air.

After finishing the last stroke, Venerable Fu Feng withdrew his hand.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed beside him. He looked at Ying Ji in surprise, frowned, and asked, "What is that?"

"I'm afraid I remembered it wrong, so I'll print it." Ying Ji shook the round bronze mirror in her hand, and the talisman floating in the air was completely imprinted in the bronze mirror.

Ying Ji compared and checked it, making sure there was no mistake, and put the bronze mirror back into the Qiankun bag with satisfaction.

Venerable Fu Feng smiled and said, "You have quite a few treasures on you."

Yingji smiled and asked, "So what kind of talisman is this?"

"Wanren Talisman."

Venerable Fu Feng suddenly waved his hand. The talisman floating in the air shattered with a bang, transforming into thousands of sharp blades that stabbed towards the distant palace wall. Each blade pierced the wall simultaneously and exploded at the same moment, causing the wall to collapse continuously towards an invisible end.

Venerable Fu Feng was satisfied to see the amazement in Ying Ji's eyes. He smiled, patted Ying Ji's shoulder, and said, "Go back and practice well."

After Yingji returned, she immediately took out the Soul Locking Pen to practice.

She first drew the talisman according to what she had memorized in her mind. After finishing, she took out a bronze mirror to compare it to make sure that she had not made any mistakes.

When Kong Fan returned, his residence was in ruins.

He walked forward on the broken bricks and saw Yingji, covered in dust and dirt, sitting under a fallen ginkgo tree, grinning foolishly.

What are you tinkering with again?

Kong Fan said nothing, and went to save the ginkgo tree first, letting it slowly recover its vitality, and then repaired it one by one, slowly restoring the destroyed residence to its original state.

When Kong Fan squatted on the stone steps and revived the weeds that were smashed in the cracks between the bricks and stones, he looked up at Ying Ji.

She sat on the stone table, swinging her legs leisurely. The breeze blew her gauze skirt, and her fair and slender legs occasionally kicked out from under the skirt.

Looks like he's in a good mood.

He walked up to Yingji, looked at her smiling face, and asked, "Are you not angry anymore?"

Yingji turned her head and ignored him.

Oh, he's still angry.

Kong Fan said no more, turned around and walked to the ginkgo tree, sat on the ground, tickled his Buddhist beads, closed his eyes and chanted scriptures, carrying out today's evening class.

Yingji slowly cast her gaze on Kongfan, watching the wide sleeves of his monk's robe being blown by the cool breeze again and again.

She knew that Kongfan's evening class would never stop, but she insisted on interrupting it.

She jumped down from the stone table and walked to Kong Fan. She bent down in front of him and came close to him. "Antidote! I'm about to get sick again."

Kong Fan's thin lips moved slightly as he slowly recited scriptures, ignoring her.

Yingji reached out and pinched his face.

Kong Fan ignored it.

Yingji suddenly snatched the Buddhist beads from Kongfan's hand.

Kong Fan finally opened his eyes helplessly, his voice still gentle: "Stop making trouble. Give it back to me."

Yingji stuffed the Buddhist beads bracelet into her collar and smiled at him provocatively: "Take it yourself."

Their eyes met.

After a long time, Kong Fan reached into Yingji's clothes and pulled out the Buddhist beads from the groove.

"You touched it." Yingji frowned.

Kong Fan shifted his gaze and looked behind Ying Ji.

Yingji followed his gaze and saw an old monk. "Who is he?"

"My master." Kong Fan answered calmly.