Chapter 9 009 Anger

Chapter 9

"What is she going to do?" Kong Fan asked.

"She wants my skin!" Ying Ji hid behind Kong Fan.

Yingji looked over Kongfan's shoulder at Jiuwei in confusion. She subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief at Kongfan's arrival, but she was still uneasy because she knew too well how powerful this 20,000-year-old demon was. Kongfan was no match for her.

All the spiritual practitioners born within the past thousand years cannot match the vast majority of the venerables from a thousand years ago.

A thousand years ago marked a dividing point. After that, some people were born with spiritual energy within them, ready for cultivation. However, a thousand years ago, everyone was born an ordinary person. To possess spiritual power, one needed either extremely hard work or divine good fortune. Regardless of their strength, they were all called Venerables.

Therefore, the spiritual practitioners who were born thousands of years ago looked down upon the spiritual practitioners who emerged like mushrooms in the past thousand years.

Because of some kind of contract, the Venerable has been living in the Nine Realms and rarely sets foot in the Twelve Kingdoms.

"Hahaha..." Nine-Tailed Fox let out a delighted laugh. As the clouds rolled in and out, the boundless sky gradually became stained bright red, like tears of blood.

She opened her arms, and the red clouds rolled as her arms danced. The sky seemed to be distorted by the thick red clouds.

"What a handsome monk. What a pity, monks are the most stubborn. Otherwise, I would keep him by my side! Hahaha..." Jiuwei stretched out his hand and pointed at Kongfan.

In an instant, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and scarlet clouds rushed towards Kong Fan.

Kong Fan's open brow furrowed slightly. He raised his palm, his thin lips moving as he chanted a scripture. Sanskrit characters gradually emerged, dancing and floating around him.

When the scarlet cloud attacked him, golden light suddenly burst out around Kong Fan, intercepting the air wave.

The two forces were deadlocked in mid-air, and the heat wave gradually distorted the air within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Jiuwei hadn't expected a mere four-hundred-year-old spiritual cultivator to persist for so long. Embedded in her skull were a pair of gemstone-like eyes, and at this moment, amusement flashed in them.

She blew gently, and a poisonous insect crawling on her fingertips flew up, and instantly exploded into a giant beast, roaring and rushing towards Kong Fan.

The Zen staff that was standing quietly by the side flew up and landed in Kong Fan's palm. He held the Zen staff and knocked it on the ground three times slowly.

The heavy and long temple bell rang.

The giant beast roared, fell to the ground with a bang, blood flowing from its ears, and rolled on the ground roaring.

Jiuwei was stunned, then furious. She was about to launch a stronger attack when she caught sight of Yingji hiding behind Kongfan. A strange smile slowly appeared on her face, covered in poisonous insects.

An opponent that wasn't strong enough wasn't worth her full effort, it was better to just kill time. Jiuwei quietly sent a secret message to Yingji.

Yingji was anxiously thinking of a way to escape when she suddenly heard the bewitching voice of Jiuwei.

Yingji was stunned and subconsciously looked at Kongfan in front of her. She then looked at Jiuwei, who smiled at her meaningfully.

Yingji frowned and struggled briefly.

She was not a kind person to begin with. What was there to hesitate about?

Kong Fan suddenly felt a sharp pain on his back. He turned around and saw Ying Ji stabbing a small scimitar into his back.

Yingji pursed her lips tightly and her heart stopped for a moment.

This man came to rescue her.

But she was so mean, stabbing him in the back.

The spiritual energy within Kong Fan's body suddenly became chaotic. Although he quickly adjusted himself, this moment of confusion was no longer enough to resist the Nine-Tailed Fox's attack. All the Sanskrit characters shattered in an instant, and the smelly red force smashed down fiercely.

Just as Jiuwei was about to rescue Yingji, his eyes froze.

Kong Fan turned, shielding Ying Ji with his back. The scorching heat shattered the snow-white robes on his back. Amidst the crimson sky and ground, his robes remained as pure and elegant as snow.

Broken Sanskrit characters slowly floated down around Yingji and Kongfan, with light and shadow floating.

Yingji looked at Kongfan with eyes wide open in disbelief.

Kong Fan handed the Buddhist beads on his wrist to Ying Ji.

"The gate to life is in the southeast. Go quickly, don't look back, and go all the way back to the imperial capital," Kong Fan said. His voice was still gentle and calm, no different from before.

Kong Fan turned around and stood in front of Ying Ji again. He slowly laid the staff in his hand horizontally. The scattered Sanskrit characters came to life again.

"Let's go." Kong Fan reminded again.

Yingji turned around and ran as if in a dream.

Southeast, no looking back!

Yingji clenched the Buddhist beads bracelet in her hand.

Flames continuously fell from the sky, smashing huge craters into the ground. The Buddhist beads radiated a gentle light, protecting Yingji from the flames.

Yingji didn't know how long she had been running. She lowered her eyes to look at the scimitar in her hand. The blade was still stained with Kong Fan's blood. A drop of blood fell, slamming into the dust on the barren ground.

Yingji stopped and turned around.

The sky and the earth changed color, the scorching wind blew wildly, and the red almost swallowed up the white.

Yingji, don't be soft-hearted. Have you forgotten the price of being soft-hearted?

Yingji, no one in this world is worth your risk, especially men.

Yingji, you are inherently evil-minded and have blood on your hands. Doing one less bad thing won't change the fact that you are a bad person.

But……

Maybe Kyuubi's words are not credible. Maybe you still need Queen Mother Xue to send Mu Jin to the Samsara Well... Maybe...

Yingji closed her eyes.

Kong Fan closed his eyes and recited the scriptures. Even though he was at a disadvantage and his life was in danger, he did not panic at all. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked back in surprise.

He saw Yingji running towards him, her slender and fragile body as weak as duckweed amid the earth-shaking flames.

Kong Fan frowned.

Yingji clenched her right hand into a fist, tightly gripping the object in her hand. When she ran to Kongfan's side and grabbed his wrist with her other hand, she suddenly squeezed hard, crushing the crystal clear jade bead in her hand.

In an instant, there was a white light between heaven and earth.

Kong Fan murmured, "Moving the Void Pearl."

The Space-Moving Bead can twist time and space in an instant and send people to another place.

Everything around Yingji and Kongfan returned to peace, and they were already thousands of miles away.

The intense discomfort of the time-space distortion caused Yingji's internal organs to rip apart. She fell to the ground, gasping for breath.

Kong Fan walked up to her and said in surprise, "You actually have the Sky-Moving Pearl."

Yingji closed her eyes in pain.

The Shifting Orb was the highest-ranking of all her spiritual weapons. To obtain it, she had spent three years, spent all her fortune, and resorted to both robbery and deception. All she had in mind was a life-saving trump card in a place of death.

But today she actually used the Move Sky Pearl... and it was to save others.

How ridiculous!

Yingji curled up and lay down, pressing her palm against her violently beating heart, continuing to relieve the double pain in her body and heart.

Kong Fan sat down in front of Ying Ji and lightly tapped the air with his hand. Gentle spiritual energy caressed Ying Ji's body like a spring breeze, gradually soothing her internal organs that were aching from the teleportation.

Yingji slowly opened her eyes and looked at Kongfan.

"Kyuubi said that if I stab you, she will allow me to keep her skin for another ten years." She believed Kyuubi's words, not blindly, but because Kyuubi had indeed released her and allowed her to use her skin again a few years later.

Kong Fan nodded. He looked into Yingji's eyes and listened attentively. His clear gaze remained calm, unmoved. It was as if he didn't care about Yingji's explanation.

Yingji sat up angrily, glared at him, and demanded, "Kongfan, don't you feel angry, resentful, or hateful?"

Kong Fan smiled slightly, his eyes gentle and soft, but did not answer.

Ying Ji angrily threw the Buddhist beads on her wrist to Kong Fan and said, "I hurt you, I ran away, why didn't you react at all? Shouldn't you..."

Looking at Kong Fan's smiling eyes, Ying Ji couldn't continue.

If it were her, she would definitely hate the other person to death and would want to cut him into pieces.

"You hurt me because the Nine-Tailed Fox forced you to do so. You were powerless to resist the Nine-Tailed Fox and should have fled." Kong Fan picked up the Buddhist beads that had been thrown aside, brushed off the dust on them, and put them back on his wrist with care. "You should not be blamed."

The rage in Yingji's heart was suddenly extinguished by a handful of thick soil. The flames were temporarily extinguished, but her heart also felt heavy.

"Do you think everyone deserves to be forgiven?" Yingji asked.

Kong Fan smiled and nodded.

"To dispel evil, to forgive mistakes, to cleanse the soul, and to guide the right path is the Buddha's compassion."

It is also his Buddhist teachings and his lifelong pursuit.

After a long time, Yingji looked away.

She looked around, not knowing where the Sky-Moving Pearl had taken them.

"It should be somewhere in the Nine Realms." Kong Fan said.

Ying Ji was stunned. Did the Sky-Transferring Orb send them to the Nine-Tailed Fox's lair? However, the Sky-Transferring Orb temporarily concealed their presence, so the Nine-Tailed Fox wouldn't find them so quickly.

Yingji slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned to look at Kong Fan. He had his eyes closed, gently twisting his Buddhist beads and chanting sermons devoutly.

Yingji was slightly surprised that he didn't even treat the injuries on his body before starting his evening lessons.

When he starts chanting, he won't stop until he finishes it.

Ying Ji took another look at the wounds on his body and his dirty and torn monk's robes. She withdrew her gaze, found a suitable place to sit down, and checked the spiritual weapon in the Qiankun bag.

A chill wind blew, ruffling Yingji's black hair and carrying the sound of Kongfan chanting scriptures. Yingji's heart gradually became peaceful as she listened to Kongfan's chanting.

When Kongfan finally finished reciting the scriptures, Yingji couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you treat your injuries?"

"Suffering pain is also a form of spiritual practice." Kong Fan looked Yingji in the eye seriously. "Yingji, do you want to try it?"

Yingji: ...

Yingji didn't want to continue this conversation with Kongfan. She turned sideways, took a rice cake from her Qiankun sac, and bit into it. The rice cake was dry and rough, not tasty at all, and even made her throat hurt slightly when she swallowed it. The wine bag was empty, and there was no strong liquor to soothe her throat.

Ying Ji turned her head to look at Kong Fan, her lips curled up slightly, and she smiled charmingly: "You Buddhists emphasize asceticism, I'm afraid I have no affinity with Buddhism. Can you ask Kong Fan for a favor?"

"you say."

Ying Ji shook the rice cake in her hand and said, "Help me turn it into a soft, sweet and fragrant meat cake."

Kong Fan was stunned.

Yingji frowned, looking worried and sad: "It's really terrible. I'm starving."

Kong Fan raised his hand.

The rice cake in Yingji's hand turned out to be a pie.

"Kong Fan is truly compassionate!" Ying Ji took a bite with joy. Instead of the fragrant beef filling she had imagined, the pancake was filled with tofu.

Although it wasn't a meat pie, it was much better than the dry, hard rice cake. Yingji sat cross-legged, eating bite by bite in the breeze.

There was a soft smile of satisfaction in her charming eyes.

A flash of doubt flashed across Kong Fan's eyes as he looked at her.

I didn't know which of the Nine Realms this place was, but the weather was changing rapidly. The autumn wind, which had been cool a moment ago, suddenly became strong and powerful, the temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of ice and fog appeared on the rocks.

Yingji was shivering with cold. She cupped her hands in front of her face, blew on them, and rubbed them.

She took out firewood from her Qiankun bag and lit it with a tinder. The fire immediately burst into flames, swaying back and forth in the cold wind.

Then, Yingji took out another tent, stood up and opened and installed the tent.

Kong Fan watched in amazement as Ying Ji took out all kinds of strange and bizarre things from the Qiankun Bag. She really had everything around her.

After finally setting up the tent, Yingji took out a pillow and a thick quilt from her Qiankun bag. She wrapped the quilt around herself, leaving only half her face exposed. She turned back and smiled at Kongfan: "If you continue your asceticism, I won't be able to."

She got into the tent.

Kong Fan shook his head slightly, a soft smile floating in his clear eyes.

Night falls. Amidst a desolate landscape, a fierce wind whips wildly. Kongfan sits cross-legged, head bowed, hands raised, fingering beads, lost in meditation.

A strange, hoarse whistle sounded from a distance, conveying a warning message that no one should disturb it and everyone should stay away.

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