Yan Miaoling was still in a daze until she was brought to the Imperial Master's Mansion in the capital of Dazhao.
I was impressed: Nanjia is so amazing, she traveled thousands of miles in the blink of an eye. Although, she could do it herself. But she was very tired from using the clone technique too much.
But he didn't blush or breathe heavily, it was all thanks to magic.
Moreover, her martial arts skills were so strong that she couldn't even detect them. Lifting her was like lifting a chicken.
She didn't know yet that the person she admired so much was sitting cross-legged in meditation not because he was unfathomable, but because he had consumed too much spiritual energy and was regulating his breathing.
Someone, a certain high monk, is actually lying to show off how powerful and great he is. Do you believe it?
Yan Miaoling watched him close his eyes and ignore everyone, standing aside, feeling uneasy. She didn't know why, but she was inexplicably afraid of this man. Not because she was afraid he would hurt her, but because she was afraid he would hurt himself.
Just like it’s been done before.
A quarter of an hour later, Nanjia finally felt much better and slowly opened his eyes. Without even looking at anyone, he spoke in a deep, ethereal voice, "Do you know you're wrong?"
Admit your mistake?
Are you talking about me?
Yan Miaoling was confused. What happened to her?
Isn't it just dealing with scum?
Without even looking, Nanjia knew that she was completely unaware of her demonic nature.
(Are you sure you're not being self-righteous?)
He knelt up and waved, "Come here!"
The master sent him a letter, saying he should help if he could. If she were to transform into a demon again, he shouldn't have just stood by and watched.
Yan Miaoling didn't understand what was going on, but she still went over obediently and followed his lead, kneeling down. "Master, what do you have to say?"
His attitude was sincere and humble, like a student meeting his teacher. She had no choice but to ask him for help sooner or later. She couldn't just sit back and watch the heroine's affairs.
Nanjia seemed troubled and took a deep breath. Then he looked up and said, "Since you know you were banished to the mortal world for violating the laws of heaven, you should cherish this opportunity to gain experience in this life and never act recklessly again."
After a pause, he said, "Since we know each other, let me help you!"
Honestly, after hearing this, Yan Miaoling suddenly felt a surge of anticipation. It was said that in her previous life, she was the daughter of a supreme god. Her parents, a fox and a dragon, had both become immortals and held territories in heaven, earning them great respect from the Emperor of Heaven.
She is like a little princess.
Who doesn’t desire such a life?
She straightened her body, her eyes gleaming, "Can the Imperial Master really help me?"
Nanjia's eyes moved, "Do you really want me to help you?"
This made Yan Miaoling hesitate again, "Will it be that if the Imperial Master helps me, it will affect my cultivation... Hmm..."
Yan Miaoling opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Nan Jia had actually pulled her over and forcefully kissed her. Lips against lips, face to face.
Shocked!!!
Then they subconsciously struggled, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break free. The two of them were trapped by the golden light, and neither of them could move.
She felt something warm passing from his mouth to hers. She realized it was a misunderstanding, that she was being filthy. It was as if he was transferring something extraordinary to her...
Before she could remain suspicious for long, Nanjia slowly left and sat back down. His face was calm, without a trace of evil in his mind. "Alright. This is the merit bead I've cultivated for twenty years in my reincarnation. Before, it was immature and couldn't be passed down. But the day before yesterday, it finally grew. So... I'll give it to you."
"Ah? What are you going to do then?" Yan Miaoling didn't understand cultivation, but she understood. His cultivation was given to him, so what was he going to do? Could he still return to heaven?
Nanjia didn't answer her. "Come, I'll give you the instructions, and you try to control and refine it..."
Half an hour later, Yan Miaoling had a complete understanding of the Merit Pearl. It was an oval golden bead that normally sat quietly in the Dantian. Its growth depended on one's own cultivation, the consumption of natural treasures, and the blessing of others transcribing scriptures for one.
To make her feel better, Nanjia took the initiative to mention, "My cultivation suddenly stagnated a while ago. I also want to thank you for your devout help in copying the scriptures for me, which is why I have grown so quickly. So, just consider it... returning the property to its rightful owner!"
Seeing Yan Miaoling feeling guilty and down, he consoled her, "With it, not only will you be able to achieve enlightenment sooner, but it will also provide you with spiritual energy, allowing you to use your clone technique and martial arts more effectively. Most importantly, it can help you resist punishment, for example...it will prevent you from losing health."
"Really?" Yan Miaoling's eyes lit up. This was incredibly helpful. She had long since grown tired of this Lin Daiyu-like body. Sometimes the punishment came so unexpectedly that she might faint at any moment, and even lose her life.
Nanjia got to the point, "As long as you are wholeheartedly kind and quietly accumulate merit, it will continue to grow and help you when you need it."
Yan Miaoling walked out of the Imperial Master's Mansion as if she was under a spell, muttering to herself, "Be kind, be kind, be kind..."
Then, for a while, she was like a chicken with blood, not going anywhere, not caring about the business, not doing the porter work, and just hiding in the house, with ten clones working together, copying scriptures. It just so happened that the Women's College was on holiday during this period and there were no classes.
And at the same time.
In the Hunyuan Palace in the sky, fairy mist was everywhere, making everything look unreal.
In the center of the jade-built hall stands a crystal coffin.
There was a frail figure lying inside. Upon closer inspection, one could see that he was an extremely handsome middle-aged monk.
He quickly turned the rosary in his hand...
Suddenly, he stopped.
He suddenly opened his eyes, almost jumping out of his coffin in anger, "Xuan Xiu, why did your senior brother's merit suddenly disappear? Didn't you say a few days ago that he was close to perfection?"
The disciple called Xuan Xiu was also puzzled, "That shouldn't be the case! Master, don't worry, I'll go check it out."
At this moment, another disciple came running in breathlessly, "Master, my senior brother sent a letter. He said that the Merit Pearl was lost. Please give me another one."
"What!!"
The old monk was furious, his entire day's practice ruined. "What does he think the Merit Pearl is? It's just cabbage in the human world!"
Then he counted on his fingers and raised his eyebrows.
Brat, that’s what it is!
Injustice~!
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