Leng Yan walked towards the meditation room after she finished speaking, but before she had taken a few steps, she was stopped by Ming Hui. Ming Hui looked at Leng Yan and said with a smile, "Junior sister, you are not feeling well yet, so don't overwork yourself. Go back and rest."
Leng Yan looked at Minghui with some confusion and asked, "Sister, why don't you let me in? Is there anything wrong?" Seeing Leng Yan's indifferent eyes, Minghui finally gave way. Leng Yan had lost her memory now, and it was impossible for anything to happen to her while she was still following.
Thinking of this, Ming Hui Ce leaned over and said, "Of course not. It's just that I'm a little worried since you just woke up, Junior Sister." Leng Yan said, "Thank you for your concern, Senior Sister. I'll go back after I finish looking at this room."
After saying that, he walked towards the meditation room. Seeing this, Minghui immediately followed him. Leng Yan pushed open the door, and as soon as the door was opened, a faint scent of sandalwood wafted in.
Leng Yan walked into the room and looked around, then walked to the window. The incense burner that she had extinguished was placed by the window. Leng Yan walked over to the window and looked at the incense burner, then turned to Minghui and said, "Senior Sister, let's go back."
Minghui was relieved to see that there was nothing unusual. She then looked at Leng Yan, smiled faintly and nodded, "Yeah." Then she took Leng Yan and left the meditation room.
Not long after the two left, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old monk also arrived in front of the Zen room. He looked at the closed door of the Zen room, then pushed it open and walked in.
After Leng Yan returned to the house, she saw Minghui was still not leaving and asked in confusion, "Is there something wrong, Senior Sister?" Minghui looked at Leng Yan and smiled, "I'll accompany you, Junior Sister." Leng Yan didn't say anything after hearing that.
Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she looked at Minghui and asked, "Senior Sister, why don't I see the other brothers and sisters?" Minghui's face froze for a moment before she smiled and said, "Junior Sister, there are only five of us in Jihua Temple."
Leng Yan nodded after hearing this. At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then the voice of the little monk came from outside the room, "Sister Minghui, Master is back." Minghui paused after hearing this, and then said to the outside, "I know."
Then she looked at Leng Yan and said, "Junior sister, I'll go see the master first. She has something to talk to me about." Leng Yan nodded. Minghui got up and walked out of the house. Looking at Mingjing who lowered his brows and put his hands together, she glared at him fiercely.
Ming Jing felt Ming Hui's gaze and a strange smile appeared on his lips. As Ming Hui passed by Ming Jing, he said in a man's voice: "You'd better not have any thoughts that shouldn't be had. Otherwise, I will make sure you die without a complete corpse."
Mingjing smiled upon hearing this and said, "Then I'll wait and see." Minghui was about to say something when he heard a voice from the meditation room in front: "Minghui, come in."
After hearing this, Minghui glared at Mingjing again before reluctantly walking over. As soon as she pushed the door open and walked in, someone grabbed her by the neck. Her master pinched her neck and pressed her against the wall, saying, "Minghui, I've warned you from time to time not to disrupt our plans."
Minghui spoke with difficulty, "Please... Master... spare... my life..." Her master Minglan finally released her when her breath faded. Minghui lay on the ground, gasping for breath. Then she crawled over and grabbed Minglan's clothes, saying, "Master, I promise there won't be a next time. Please, Master, spare me this time."
Seeing Minghui's expression, Minglan raised her foot and crushed Minghui's hand. Minghui bit her lower lip tightly, not daring to make a sound, but her forehead was soaked with sweat. In the end, Minghui's lip was bitten and bleeding. When her eyes were unfocused, Minglan finally released her foot.
Looking at Minghui's expression, she said coldly, "This is just a warning. If I find you not following my instructions again, you know the consequences." Minghui's body trembled when she heard this, and then she replied in a low voice, "Disciple, I understand."
Hearing this, Minglan looked at Minghui who was lying on the ground and said, "Get up." Minghui stood up but lowered her head and did not dare to look Minglan in the eye.
At this time, Minglan took her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Master was too angry just now and didn't control the strength of your hands. You won't blame me, will you?" Minghui still lowered her head and said, "No." She was no longer surprised by her master's changeable personality.
Accustomed to her master's psychotic behavior, Minglan's expression softened slightly after hearing her words. She took out some ointment and applied it to Minghui's injured hand, saying as she applied it, "This body was obtained with great difficulty. We can't ruin it."
Then he looked at Minghui and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Hui'er, there's only one man in this temple, so I have to ask you to use this woman's body." Minghui said, "Nothing."
After applying the medicine, Minghui lay obediently on Minglan's lap, while Minglan caressed Minghui's head lovingly. After a long moment, Minglan said, "Hui'er, accompany me to see the offerings." Minghui nodded and stood up. The two of them walked out of the house, Minghui following behind.
Minghui looked at Minglan walking in front of her with a glint of malice in her eyes. She was determined to ruin the plans of her beastly master.
The two came to the room where Leng Yan lived. Mingjing, who was standing in front of the door, immediately bowed and saluted when he saw Minglan, saying, "Hello, Master." Minglan nodded and walked into the house with Minghui.
Minghui followed closely behind. When Mingjing saw Minghui's injured hand behind her back, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes.
Leng Yan heard the door open and looked up to see a woman standing at the door. Behind her was Minghui. Seeing this, Leng Yan realized that the woman in front of her was the master Minghui had mentioned.
Leng Yan sat on the bed and looked at Ming Lan who came in and said lightly, "Master." Ming Lan had already concealed the expression on her face. She looked at Leng Yan with a smile on her face and said, "Yan'er is awake."
Leng Yan nodded, and Minglan stayed in the room for a while before leaving. Minghui stayed in the room with Leng Yan.
At this time, Minglan was in the room and her breathing became rapid when she thought of Leng Yan's godlike face. She was wondering what it would be like if she could refine Leng Yan into a puppet and keep him by her side.
Thinking of that scene, Minglan's breathing became rapid and her face flushed with excitement.
Leng Yan, who was still unaware of this, was trying to get Minghui to tell her that she had been feeling sleepy ever since she returned from the meditation room this evening.
When it was completely dark at night, lights were lit in Jihua Temple. The guards in the inn had already been told by Mingjing that Leng Yan would stay in Jihua Temple today, so they did not suspect anything.
After Minghui left Leng Yan's room, she walked towards her own residence. Shortly after she left, the candle in Leng Yan's room went out.
It was dark in Jihua Temple in the middle of the night. In this darkness, the door of the room where Leng Yan lived was gently pushed open.
Leng Yan, who was in a deep sleep, knew nothing about this. The man approached Leng Yan on the bed quietly.
At this time, the moonlight just penetrated the thick clouds and sprinkled down, illuminating the house and the man's face. The man was Ming Jing in the daytime.
Mingjing looked at Leng Yan lying on the bed, a strange arc appeared at the corner of his lips, and then he took out the small cloth bag in his hand and placed it in front of Leng Yan's nose.
Leng Yan, who was sleeping, suddenly smelled a strange fragrance and woke up instantly, but the next second her thoughts were in chaos again. Who was she, where was this place, and what was she doing here? Ming Jing had already left the house.
After a long moment, the Frost Sword appeared in Leng Yan's hand. She remembered...
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