A raindrop suddenly fell. Fan Zhiyi looked up at the sky and it started raining again. The flames slowly went out and the ghost energy disappeared in an instant as if it had been cut off.
Everything around him began to fade, and the sound of chanting suddenly rang out, creating a 3D surround sound that made Fan Zhiyi feel dizzy.
Fan Zhiyi thought that there was another danger coming, so he summoned the barrier that locked Zhuang Yujing and placed it next to him, watching everything around him vigilantly. Then he saw a monk, his body coated with a layer of golden light, holding Buddhist beads in his hands, walking towards him from a distance.
The monk had a handsome and kind face, which made people feel inexplicably fond of him. He looked at Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong with compassion: "It's still too late."
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand, but when the monk squatted down and wanted to get closer to Bing Nandong, Fan Zhiyi instinctively protected him and pulled him into his arms, staring at the newcomer vigilantly.
The monk looked at the two men's clasped hands and the entwined ghostly aura, and instantly understood. He smiled and said, "Don't be alarmed, benefactor. I am a good friend of Nan Dong, and my name is Jin Wu." Perhaps fearing that Fan Zhiyi wouldn't believe him, Jin Wu continued, "There's a friend outside named Mr. Cen. You should know him, benefactor. I promised him that I would bring his brother and master out safely."
Fan Zhiyi nodded, and then Jin Wu placed his hand on Bing Nandong's neck. Spiritual energy flowed into him, and Bing Nandong gradually became still. Jin Wu was afraid that Fan Zhiyi would misunderstand, so he explained, "In this situation, it's better to let him sleep for a while. He won't be in so much pain."
Fan Zhiyi agreed with this: "Master, do you have any way to save Bing Nandong?"
Jin Wu shook his head. "This is fate, and it cannot be changed. A cultivator's spiritual energy circulates naturally, and even if they occasionally absorb some ghost energy, they can still purify themselves. But Nan Dong has too much ghost energy in his body. Even if the donor converts some for him, it will be like an egg hitting a rock. Moreover, he has been poisoned, and it is an extraordinary and rare poison in the world. I am afraid that only the person who poisoned him has the antidote. Just now, between the great joy and great sorrow, the poison has taken over his heart."
"What?" Why was Bing Nandong poisoned?
"This place is about to collapse, let's go out first."
Following Jin Wu all the way, they came out very quickly. Fan Zhiyi was carrying Zhuang Yujing on his shoulders and holding Bing Nandong in his arms like a princess. His clothes were torn and stained with blood, and he was covered with wounds. He looked very miserable.
To be honest, Fan Zhiyi still didn't dare to trust this person who suddenly appeared, so he personally brought the two unconscious people out. Seeing this, the monk didn't say much, but just looked at him with a smile.
After coming out, Fan Zhiyi saw Cen Jun at a glance. Cen Jun did the same. The moment he saw Fan Zhiyi, he ran towards him with an expression as if he was about to cry: "Master, you and senior brother..." He sniffed and wanted to take Bing Nandong from Fan Zhiyi, but was afraid of touching Fan Zhiyi's injury, so he stood in front of Fan Zhiyi at a loss.
Fan Zhiyi smiled and said, "I'm fine. He An, are you okay? My waist is really about to break."
He An held the unconscious Zhuang Yujing in his arms, his frown never loosening. He said to Fan Zhiyi and Jin Wu, "Okay, thank you Immortal Venerable and Master for saving us."
Fan Zhiyi quickly surveyed his surroundings. Behind them was the Fusang Temple. Thinking back on what had happened, it felt like a dream. If only he weren't in so much pain. The pain in his fingertips and chest caused Fan Zhiyi's lips to turn pale, and he was sweating.
"Master, let me hold Big Brother."
"No need, I'm fine." He didn't really want to do it himself, mainly because Bing Nandong had a ghost aura on him. Although Jin Wu said to make him unconscious to suppress it temporarily, Fan Zhiyi was afraid that Mr. Cen would see the clues and something unexpected would happen. "Mr. Cen, how are you and He An? Are you seriously injured?" This method is dangerous, and it is inevitable to get injured, as long as it is not serious.
Everyone headed towards the village, chatting as they walked. Cen Jun shook his head and said, "Since we entered the village, Senior Brother He and I were the only ones left. Then the villagers went crazy and wanted to kill us as a sacrifice to the Fusang God. Because cultivators can't kill ordinary people at will, Senior Brother He and I could only hide and search for you. We guessed that you disappeared because you made a wish. But Senior Brother didn't make a wish either? It's really hard to understand."
Your eldest brother was probably mistaken for one of the same kind and dragged into this innocently. Fan Zhiyi thought of the depressing words Bing Nandong had said, such as "I am also a monster, they are all chasing me, monsters eat monsters, etc."
Thinking about Fan Zhiyi gave me a headache, and then I thought of a series of trivial things, so I simply stopped thinking and asked: "How did you meet Master Jinwu?"
"It can only be said to be a coincidence, but fortunately Master Jinwu is here." He An said.
Cen Jun then added: "The master said he was coming here to meet two people, and he happened to meet me and He An. If it weren't for Master Jinwu's help, we wouldn't be able to destroy the Fusang God statue and rescue Senior Brother, Master, and Young Master Zhuang."
"It's serious. It's what I should do." Jinwu said with a smile, "Besides, it's also because of the two donors that I did meet the person I wanted to see."
There are still two people he wants to meet. In addition, Jin Wu said that he is Bing Nandong's friend. Fan Zhiyi has reason to suspect that one of them is Bing Nandong, and the other one is among Hezhuang Yujing, but now is not the time to worry about this.
We walked down the mountain and arrived at the village, only to find that the village was about to be buried by loess. Corpses were everywhere and there was not a single living person at all.
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I moved the rosary in my hand and recited a short passage: "Later, I will discuss with the head of the Lin family and ask the monks from Youshan Temple to come and pray for the souls of these poor villagers."
"Master, please be merciful." He An said.
Afterwards, the few of them found an inn in a nearby town and settled down. Fan Zhiyi couldn't wait to put Bing Nandong on the bed as soon as he checked in. He first asked Jin Wu about the poison in Bing Nandong's body. After learning that the poison had been alleviated and his life was not in danger for the time being, he asked Jin Wu if there was any way to suppress the evil spirit in Bing Nandong's body for a long time and then slowly drain it out.
Jinwu dismissed the others and left only Fan Zhiyi in the room.
He took the pulse for a long time, so long that Fan Zhiyi recalled the whole process of meeting Bing Nandong and was about to cry. Then he shook his head and said to Fan Zhiyi, "Nandong's body is in a state of chaos. There are different spiritual energies accumulating, and ghost energy and spiritual energy are intertwined. It's a miracle that he didn't explode and die. Now we can only rely on external forces to gradually let his body adapt to the existence of these three forces and then merge them into one. There is no suitable method in Buddhism, but I know of a technique that may be very effective."
"Master, please teach me."
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