Ji Mofan immediately folded the paper back up and silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra several times.
No... Li Mingyin doesn't even have a Daoist partner, so why would he carry this kind of thing around?
The noise was a bit loud, and a medicinal herb on the table was accidentally knocked over. Li Mingyin turned around at the sound and saw Ji Mofan sitting there, looking somewhat dazed, not even realizing that the thing had been knocked over.
He had no choice but to walk over and pick up the herb. "What are you thinking? Are you scared by all these steps?"
"These are all necessary and will also help with your body's later recovery."
He talked for a long time without Ji Mofan saying a word. Li Mingyin didn't know what he was thinking, so he reached out and took the paper from his hand, intending to point it out to Ji Mofan one by one.
He opened it a crack, and then closed it again in the blink of an eye.
"Uh, I took the wrong one." He hurriedly took out another piece of paper from his body that was similar in size to the painting that shouldn't be there. This time, he opened it himself to make sure it was correct before handing it to Ji Mofan.
"Look at this."
Ji Mofan mechanically raised his hand and took it.
He used to think that Fang Xian was sometimes a rather complicated person...
Now I understand that everything has a legitimate reason.
It can't all be blamed on Fang Xian. After all, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too. He couldn't choose which master he could worship when he was a child.
Thinking that he was with Shen Yun, he felt relieved.
...I guess I'm somewhat relieved now.
*
This time, Ji Mofan stayed in Changfeng Valley for seven days in a row. Although a lot of messy things happened during that time, at least he achieved his initial goal.
The piece of immortal bone that was taken from Qi Fengyu was safely inserted into his body after being processed by Li Mingyin.
Perhaps because he had previously used someone else's immortal bones, he was much more accepting of the second surgery than the average person.
Almost none of the rejection cases that Li Mingyin had anticipated occurred, leading the older man to exclaim that it was a medical miracle.
Ji Mo Fanxin said that what he found most unacceptable in this experience was Li Mingyin.
But Fang Xian did not intentionally frame him.
Changfeng Valley, renowned throughout the cultivation world as the hometown of alchemists, was already bustling with people seeking medical treatment and medicine.
Not to mention they had just won first place at the Dao Asking Conference and were at the height of their fame.
Although the Dao Asking Tournament mainly tests cultivators who choose to practice martial arts, alchemists have their own competitions and unique evaluation criteria.
However, the martial arts profession is the most popular among cultivators, and the popularity of the Dao Asking Conference is far higher than others, so the publicity is naturally greater.
As a result, almost every alchemist with a little reputation in Changfeng Valley now has a waiting list of one or two months, so long that the waiting list stretches for years. Even paying extra doesn't guarantee a spot.
There was only one Li Mingyin, but because of his bad reputation and extremely low profile, no one came to look for him at all.
Jimo Fan got lucky and stumbled upon a bargain.
...Although it is indeed quite leaky.
Moreover, after spending seven days in Changfeng Valley where he was constantly blocked at the door by their disciples, who were both concerned about his health and well-being, he finally returned to Chaoming Palace, only to find himself facing another mess.
"Junior Brother... uh, Senior Brother, something bad has happened!" Zheng Xianchan rushed over to Ji Mofan as soon as she saw him, but then realized something was wrong and changed her address, "There's a problem with Sheng Xi!"
Ji Mo Fan's first reaction was not to take it seriously. After all, his fellow disciples in Chaoming Palace were used to making a big fuss every day, and they could make a big deal out of even the smallest things as if the sky were falling.
But Zheng Xianchan seemed to be in a bad state. He seemed to have been sitting on the steps at the entrance of Jimo Fanyuan for a long time. His clothes were wrinkled. When he got up and lunged forward, his blood supply couldn't keep up, and he felt dizzy and his body swayed violently.
Ji Mofan subconsciously reached out to support him, "What happened? Tell me slowly."
Zheng Xianchan, barely able to stand with her hands on Ji Mofan's, didn't even have time to catch her breath. "The news that Sheng Xi is not dead and has fallen into demonic possession has somehow spread. In the past two days, people have been looking for him everywhere, and some have even caused trouble in front of the gate of our Chaoming Palace!"
Ji Mo Fan was stunned for a moment.
Has the matter escalated significantly?
But why haven't he heard anything about it in the past few days?
Although he was required by Li Mingyin to reduce his activity level while staying in Changfeng Valley, his range of movement almost never exceeded the small courtyard where he lived.
But every day, several disciples from Changfeng Valley would come to see him for various reasons, so he was not isolated from the world.
However, thinking about it carefully now, those disciples did seem to show some hesitant expressions in front of him later.
But Ji Mofan didn't think much of it. After all, if something really serious happened that required his attention, someone would definitely come to him first.
“You said you were going to Changfeng Valley to see a friend before, and then you left Chaoming Palace. After the incident, my junior sister and I went to Changfeng Valley once,” Zheng Xianchan continued. “However, at that time we learned that you were receiving treatment. Although they didn’t know exactly what kind of treatment you were receiving, my junior sister and I felt that there was no rush and we could just wait.”
Ji Mofan raised his hand and pressed it down, "Tell me first, what exactly happened?"
Zheng Xianchan patted the dust off his clothes. He wasn't in a hurry anymore and even pulled Ji Mofan into the house, asking him to make him a pot of tea first.
Holding the steaming hot spiritual tea, he finally spoke slowly.
The exact origin of the rumors is unknown, but the matter really escalated two days ago when cultivators began blocking the gates of Chaoming Hall.
When Ji Mo Fan returned to the sect, he used a teleportation talisman directly, without passing through the mountain gate at all, so he naturally didn't know what the situation was like there.
“My junior sister is guarding the mountain gate, and I’m guarding your courtyard, just to prevent us from getting lost,” Zheng Xianchan said.
As for the righteous cultivators who caused trouble, they did not clash with the disciples of Chaoming Palace; they simply gathered together and sat quietly outside Chaoming Palace.
Moreover, the place was quite a distance from the mountain gate, making it impossible for them to expel the people without any legitimate reason.
They neither trespassed on the sect's territory nor intended to cause trouble or escalate the conflict; they simply sat quietly the entire time.
At most, whenever disciples of the Chaoming Palace enter or leave, they will have to receive their stares.
Moreover, none of these people's attire revealed any signs of any sect or faction. Whether it was an act or not, they were simply independent cultivators in the Chaoming Palace.
Even if Chaoming Palace wanted to hold someone accountable, they didn't know where to find them.
"What are their demands?" Ji Mo Fan frowned as he listened.
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