Chapter 67067 Tearing the Sky

Chapter 67

Yingji looked at Kongfan's back standing in front of her, frowned almost imperceptibly, and the subtle discomfort in her heart rose up again.

Daozhen laughed twice, then smiled and said, "Thank you all for your help today. Kongfan needs to be nursed back to health as soon as possible, so I won't say any more."

Daozhen waved his hand gently, sending a breeze carrying the aroma of wine past. Then, Daozhen and Kongfan and the others left the area, leaving the venerables to ponder their own thoughts. Even the talkative Yu Niang frowned and fell silent.

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By the time Yingji realized what was happening, they had already reached Pujia Temple. She subconsciously turned back, gazing at the ghost market that had long since vanished from view.

——She followed Daozhen back to Pujia Temple, not knowing where Jianfeng was or how he would get through the ghost market.

Kong Fan's light cough brought Ying Ji back to her senses. She quickly reached out to help Kong Fan and asked anxiously, "How are you? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Kong Fan smiled and shook his head, but there was some blood on his lips.

A monk from Pujia Temple passed by and greeted Master Daozhen respectfully and cordially.

Yingji noticed that some monks were secretly glancing at her robes, so she silently took them off.

"Master! You're back!" Wu Chen, upon hearing the news, hurried over to greet Dao Zhen. He glanced at Kong Fan's pale face and felt something was amiss. He anxiously asked, "Did those people from the Xiaoyao Sect do this?"

"Master, don't worry, everything is fine now." Kong Fan comforted with a smile.

"Follow me to the lotus pond." Master Daozhen said as he took a step forward.

Kong Fan hurriedly said, "Master, please wait a moment."

Daozhen paused and looked back at Kongfan in confusion. Kongfan's current physical condition really shouldn't have delayed him, and there was nothing urgent that was worth his delay.

Kong Fan remained calm and said gently, "I need to settle her down first."

As soon as Kong Fan said this, Master Daozhen and the other monks all looked at Ying Ji.

Ying Ji was also startled. She quickly took a step forward, approached Kong Fan, and whispered, "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself. You go."

Kongfan lowered his eyes.

Yingji was used to being scrutinized, but being scrutinized by so many monks made her feel a little uneasy. She quickly added, "I'm really fine. Master Daozhen has already healed my knee. I can handle the other minor injuries myself..." Yingji paused, "I'll wait for you in the courtyard."

Daozhen suddenly smiled, shook his head and walked towards the lotus pond.

Kong Fan glanced at Ying Ji and no longer insisted on sending her to the courtyard to heal her wounds. Instead, he followed Master Dao Zhen's steps.

Yingji tightened the cassock in her arms, took Bajiao, and walked towards the courtyard, ignoring the monks' gazes.

In the familiar courtyard, on the stone table in the courtyard, the Buddhist scriptures she had spread out before leaving were still placed. A few apricot leaves fell on the stone table.

Yingji walked into the courtyard, went to the stone table, and picked up a dead leaf that had fallen on the Buddhist scriptures.

Although Kong Fan used his spiritual power to create a residence similar to this courtyard several times when he was outside, Ying Ji always felt that the courtyard he created was not this place after all.

Yingji sat down at the stone table, bent down, and blew gently, stirring up a fine layer of dust from the Buddhist scriptures. Her gaze slowly wandered across the courtyard, taking in every detail. She hadn't missed this place much when she left, but upon returning, all her emotions suddenly surged, a sense of reluctance to leave.

Yingji planned to move out of this small courtyard and out of Puja Temple.

"Princess—" Basho complained with a bitter face, "I'm in pain everywhere, and I'm so hungry!"

Yingji patted her head and coaxed her softly, "Go to sleep. Once you've had enough sleep, the meal is ready."

"Okay!" Basho jumped up happily, and without going into the house, he immediately curled up under the apricot tree and fell asleep.

Yingji looked at her with a smile, but she didn't rush to cook right away. Because Bajiao was always a sleepyhead, he would sleep for a long time, so there was no rush to cook.

Yingji quietly rose, picked up the Buddhist scriptures from the table, entered the room, and gently placed them in the bookcase. She was covered in wounds of varying sizes, and they ached dully. Yingji hurriedly wrote several letters—to her master, her senior brothers, and Empress Dowager Xue—to inform them that Kongfan was safe and sound, and to warn them not to inquire about his whereabouts.

After releasing a few paper carrier pigeons, Yingji immediately applied medicine to her wounds.

The sun was setting, and when Bajiao finally woke up and stretched herself, she saw Yingji hanging her freshly washed robes in the yard.

Yingji turned around and smiled at her: "You woke up at the right time. Go to the kitchen and bring out the food."

"All right!" Basho jumped up and ran happily into the kitchen. She had also been injured today, but after a good night's sleep, she no longer felt any pain.

Unlike Basho's excellent self-healing ability, although Yingji only had some superficial injuries, she was in pain for several days.

Over the next few days, Yingji focused on recuperating. She ate three meals a day regularly, and slept soundly at night. In her spare moments, she would open the ancient tome and stare blankly at the pages on the art of demon refining.

One day, Yingji went down the mountain with Bajiao to the market. When she returned, she pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard and saw Kongfan standing with his back to her under the apricot tree.

Yingji was startled for a moment, then a smile appeared on her lips and she ran towards him quickly.

Kong Fan turned around and looked at her with a smile.

"Are all your injuries healed?" Ying Ji stood in front of Kong Fan and looked at his face carefully.

"Almost." Kong Fan nodded.

He would not lie, and Yingji felt relieved when he said this.

Kong Fan continued, "It's just that I'll be quite busy during this period. I have to spend a lot of time every day seeking advice from my master and practicing, so I can't come here often."

Yingji nodded.

Their eyes met, and they were suddenly speechless.

After a moment of silence, Kong Fan raised his hand, held Yingji's wrist, and felt the injuries on her body. When he found out that the injuries on her body were not serious, he let go of her hand.

Yingji suddenly grabbed his wrist with her backhand.

Her slender hand slowly moved down, from holding Kong Fan's wrist to holding his hand.

Kong Fan did not stop him.

Yingji took another step forward, hooked her arms around Kongfan's neck, her front body almost touching his chest. She raised her face and stared at him straight.

Kong Fan lowered his eyes to look at her, raised the other hand that was not held by her, and put his arm around her waist.

Kong Fan had just placed his hand on Yingji's lower back when the sound of a temple bell suddenly came from afar.

Kong Fan's hand on Yingji's lower back suddenly froze.

Yingji noticed it keenly, but she did not move. She still snuggled quietly in Kongfan's arms, looking into his eyes and listening to the ringing of the bell beside her ears.

The temple bells rang one after another, echoing endlessly, as if they would never completely stop.

After an unknown amount of time, Ying Ji suddenly asked, "Kong Fan, do you regret it?"

Kong Fan was silent.

After a long while, when Yingji thought Kongfan would not answer, Kongfan slowly lowered his head and placed a cool kiss on Yingji's forehead.

Yingji was slightly startled and raised her eyebrows slightly, with uncontrollable surprise between her brows.

She thought...

"I'll always be with you," Kong Fan said. His gentle voice, always carrying the Buddhist calmness and peace, drifted into the ears, making people feel convinced and warm.

Yingji turned her face away, rested her cheek against Kongfan's heart, and said, "I want to move out of Puja Temple."

Kong Fan frowned, but did not refute. Instead, he waited for Ying Ji to continue.

"It's just west of the market at the foot of the mountain, not far from Puja Temple. If you miss me, you can come and see me anytime." Yingji paused. "It's normal for pilgrims to stay at Puja Temple, but wouldn't it be appropriate for families?"

She raised her eyes and looked at Kong Fan.

The gazes of those monks eventually made Yingji start to worry that she would become a trouble to Kongfan.

Kong Fan did not respond immediately. He thought for a long time before nodding and agreeing to Ying Ji's proposal.

"Then I'll move there tomorrow, and you can take me there!" Ying Ji paused, "Are you free tomorrow?"

"This afternoon is fine."

Yingji smiled sweetly. She let go of Kongfan and walked towards the house. Kongfan followed behind her.

After entering the house, Yingji picked up the neatly folded robes and handed them back to Kongfan. "I washed them for you."

She sat down at the table and said, "Now that you have some free time, can you tell me about your Sky-tearing Plan?"

Kong Fan took the cassock and set it aside, then sat down next to Ying Ji. He carefully considered his words and said, "In fact, it's wrong to say that everyone is destined to practice cultivation from birth."

The smile on Yingji's face froze.

——This is her eternal pain.

"So what? Why is it like this? How can we change this inexplicable destiny?" Ying Ji asked hurriedly, her voice mixed with anger and anxiety.

Kong Fan sighed: "Why is it like this... Maybe it's a joke from the gods."

Yingji's brows furrowed.

Kong Fan was well aware of Ying Ji's deep-seated concern about not being able to cultivate. He held Ying Ji's hand, looked into her eyes, and said, "There's a veil that keeps our world sealed off. Therefore, everything we see and experience differs from what is recorded in ancient texts. Only by lifting this veil can we correct all the anomalies and see the world as it truly is, as it should be."

Kong Fan raised his head and looked towards the roof. His sight seemed to pass through the roof and look towards the sky.

He wanted to see how high the sky was outside this cover.

Yingji silently absorbed Kongfan's words. After a long pause, she asked, "When will we act?"

Emptiness and Brahma do not speak.

"It's not time yet?" Ying Ji suppressed her anxiety. "So there are a lot of people participating?"

"Yes. This is not an easy task and requires the cooperation of many venerables. Your master, Venerable Fu Feng, is also involved."

"Then why did Xiaoyao Sect want to kill you... I know..." Ying Ji suddenly understood. "Someone wants to tear apart this false sky, and there will be someone who enjoys being the strongest in this world, and doesn't want someone stronger to appear and no longer be respected by thousands."

After figuring out why the Xiaoyao Sect wanted to stop the Sky-Tearing Plan, Ying Ji immediately felt that the venerables who participated in the Sky-Tearing Plan were all selfless people. They were already top-notch strongmen in this world, but they were willing to take the risk of giving up such a status.

As if guessing what Ying Ji was thinking, Kong Fan said, "The path of cultivation is endless, but this barrier has hindered the spiritual cultivators' progress, causing their cultivation to stagnate. Spiritual cultivators certainly don't want to explore a wider world and possess greater spiritual power."

With Kong Fan's explanation, Ying Ji completely understood.

Ying Ji wanted to ask Kong Fan about the details of the Sky-Tearing Plan, but suddenly a little monk came and asked Kong Fan to leave.

Thinking of the importance of the Sky-tearing Plan, Ying Ji did not bother to chat with Kong Fan, hoping that he would go to practice quickly.

She even regretted using the Gu to destroy a lot of Kong Fan's spiritual power...

The next day, Yingji moved out of Pujia Temple with Bajiao. After settling into their new home, Yingji pushed Kongfan out of the courtyard and told him to go back and practice well.

Kong Fan, who was locked outside the courtyard, was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Two days later, Ying Ji prepared the Thousand Mile Talisman and returned to the Ghost Market. After all, she was worried about Jian Feng and wanted to be a trustworthy person and take him through the Ghost Market.

Yingji hadn't expected to find Jianfeng so easily. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "He's still alive. Come on, I'll take you through the ghost market."

"Wait." Jian Feng came over with a mysterious look on his face. "A few days ago, I followed the Xiaoyao Sect and found out why they wanted to kill Kong Fan."

"You know about the Sky-Tearing Plan." Ying Ji said.

"You know?" Jianfeng was surprised.

Yingji nodded: "I just found out."

Jian Feng was shocked and asked, "So you also knew that Kong Fan would be sacrificed?"

Yingji was stunned.

"That's right..." Jian Feng muttered, "You are actually Queen Mother Xue..."