Chapter 11011 Hold Tight
Chapter 11
Yingji asked, "What is the right path, and what is the wrong path? Who is to judge right and wrong?"
Kong Fan frowned.
Yingji raised her eyebrow slightly, and asked in a gentle tone, "Is there really someone who has never done anything wrong in his life? Is there really such a saint?"
"Oh..." Yingji suddenly realized something and said cheerfully, "Kongfan should always be kind. He has never gone astray or done anything wrong in his life. He deserves to be called a saint."
Kong Fan blinked, was silent for a moment, and then recited scriptures in a low voice.
Yingji didn't understand the scriptures, and she didn't realize that Kongfan was reciting the repentance sutra.
While Kong Fan was reciting the sutra, Ying Ji tactfully refrained from interrupting him. She turned away, resting her chin on one hand, and continued to listen to the final words of the deceased before dying again.
Her delicate fingertips patted her cheeks again and again, her expression relaxed and lazy. Coupled with her almost demonic beauty, she seemed out of place in this building of the dead, where souls came and went, and became a striking and beautiful sight.
Many ghosts looked over from time to time. But Yingji's yang energy was too strong, and she was not a ghost, so for a while no ghosts came over.
"Princess Yingji?"
Suddenly, an uncertain voice asked from behind.
Yingji looked back and saw a familiar-looking ghost, who looked like a young man.
"It's really the princess!" The young man ran towards Yingji and knelt down.
As they got closer, Yingji narrowed her eyes and looked at him, vaguely remembering who he was.
"Man Qingfeng?" Yingji called out his name uncertainly.
"It's me! It's my subordinate!"
"You're dead," Yingji murmured. She had completely recognized the man in front of her—a former guard who had served her for three years and then suddenly disappeared.
But in this chaotic world, where everyone struggles to survive, there's no telling who could suddenly die. Yingji never cared about his disappearance.
"Princess, could you please do me a favor..." Man Qingfeng's voice was choked with anxiety.
Yingji wasn't a pushover, never possessing the virtue of helping others. It was just that Kongfan, beside her, hadn't stopped chanting, and she was bored, so she thought it would be nice to hear a story. Man Qingfeng's story wasn't much different from the one told by the deceased souls in the Rebirth Tower.
She was just a listener to kill time.
"Qing'er is still waiting for me!" Man Qingfeng said this without thinking. He suddenly realized that he should calm down. He calmed down his excitement and tried to tell the story of himself and Qing'er in as few sentences as possible.
He fell in love with a snake demon. While out buying a golden hairpin as a token of his marriage proposal, he encountered the demon and was about to escape when he suddenly realized he had left the hairpin behind. Going back to retrieve it, he died. From then on, he and the snake demon were separated by life and death, never having the chance to see them one last time.
He wanted to ask Yingji to bring the golden hairpin to the snake demon, and wish the snake demon to live a good life and not miss him.
Yingji listened expressionlessly, finding all this love story utterly dull. Throwing one's life away for a hairpin was sheer folly. Hoping the snake demon wouldn't miss him was sheer narcissism. How could a snake demon, with such a long life, be so devastated by his death? Perhaps he'd already found a new gigolo to amuse himself with.
Man Qingfeng said anxiously, "Your Highness, I know the journey to Qinmin Mountain is long and it's rumored to be a very dangerous place... But I really can't find anyone to help me, and I'm about to be driven to the Soul-Exterminating Well..."
"Qinmin Mountain?" Yingji's lazy eyes suddenly fixed.
"Yes!" Man Qingfeng grasped at a glimmer of hope. "Your Highness, as long as you say you're delivering something for me, those snake demons won't stop you or harm you!"
Yingji's mind raced.
Qinmin Mountain... held one of the Nine Demon Refining Items she desired. She hadn't dared to go there before. Now, even with Man Qingfeng's verbal assurance, she didn't dare take the risk.
but……
Yingji turned her head and looked at Kongfan.
Kong Fan had finished chanting and met her gaze calmly.
"Let's help him." Yingji's eyes were filled with tears, and she looked deeply moved. "The snake demon doesn't know he's dead yet, so I wonder how terrified he must be. If we help fulfill Man Qingfeng's last wish, we're also helping the living and saving them from their grief!"
There was a hint of approval in Kong Fan's eyes as he looked at Ying Ji, as if he was very satisfied with her kindness.
The exorcist blew the human bone whistle, and Man Qingfeng had to leave. He hurriedly told Yingji the location of the golden hairpin and left, looking back every few steps.
His body was translucent, and his eyes, full of hope, were surprisingly bright.
Yingji was not used to being placed with hope, so she looked away.
Kong Fan smiled and said, "Ying Ji has a kind heart, which is very good."
Yingji curled her lips, leaned lazily against the back of her chair, and yawned softly. She said, "I'm a mortal, I need sleep."
"Your tent?"
"I want a comfortable bed."
Kong Fan raised his eyes, looked towards the upper floor, and said, "Everything here is an illusion, including the guest rooms."
"True or false is not that important, just like Kong Fan turned my rice cakes into tofu pies, which tastes better." Ying Ji leaned forward, rested her elbows on the table, supported her chin with one hand, and winked at Kong Fan.
Kong Fan looked away.
The waiter, wearing a ferocious mask, led Yingji and Kongfan into the guest room. The luxurious and splendid room was elegantly decorated, every detail exquisite, and a strange fragrance wafted through the air.
Kong Fan stood at the door, head bowed, his snow-white robes fluttering in the wind.
Yingji looked around the room, then turned to look at Kongfan, her long black hair caressing her shoulders. "Will this place look different by daybreak?"
"yes."
"What if I oversleep and don't wake up before dawn?" She hurried to Kong Fan, the silver bells on her ankles ringing. "Will there be ghosts trying to eat me at night? Kong Fan, I'm scared."
Kong Fan half-closed his eyelids, and waited until the silver bell on her ankle fell completely silent before he said softly, "Yingji, go to sleep. I'll stay here with you."
As he spoke, he passed by Yingji and sat down at a square table nearby.
Yingji looked at him with some surprise, as if he had already planned to stand by.
Eating and sleeping were essential to Yingji's mortal body. She was indeed very sleepy, lying on the large bed covered with red gauze. She turned around, lying on her side on the edge of the bed, and glanced at Kongfan's calm and pure expression with his eyes closed.
Reason told her that Kong Fan was absolutely trustworthy. Unfortunately, she had long lost the nerve to trust others. She took out her small curved knife from her Qiankun bag and placed it under her pillow.
There is endless noise inside and outside the Rebirth Building, with dead souls coming and going, and crying and laughing mixed together, forming a unique chapter between life and death.
Kong Fan stood up, walked to the window, opened the window sash slightly, and looked out to see the gloomy sky.
Confusion gradually filled his clear and bright eyes.
Why is the path to ascension cut off, and the path to rebirth lost? What secrets does this land of nine realms and twelve kingdoms hide? Are those millennia-old rules truly right and unchangeable?
Just before dawn, Kong Fan closed the window, turned around and walked towards the bed, stopping three steps away.
Yingji slept quietly, without moving the entire night, still lying on her side facing outside the bed.
They say sleep is the most relaxing time of the day, but Yingji wasn't like that. During the day, she was lazy, casual, and relaxed, but at night, her brows were furrowed, and a strong sense of tension lingered throughout her body.
Kong Fan stared at her for a moment, then stepped forward to wake her up.
As Kong Fan took his third step closer, Ying Ji suddenly opened her eyes and quickly grabbed the scimitar hidden under her pillow.
A pair of soft eyes that usually look charming and full of spring, now look as cold as ice.
When she saw that it was Kong Fan, Yingji's grip on the hilt loosened, and the coldness in her eyes melted away. She smiled sweetly, her voice soft and charming, "It's Kong Fan."
She pursed her lips, her tense shoulders drooped softly, her waist slumped, and she sat down gently, lazy and charming, with a hint of anger in her voice: "I had a nightmare."
Kong Fan turned his gaze away from her and said, "It's almost dawn, it's time to leave."
As Kong Fan finished speaking, Ying Ji felt a colorful light and shadow shaking violently in front of her eyes.
The red curtains turned into flowing blood, and the flower stands turned into twisted human leg bones.
The sky was spinning and the earth was spun, everything in sight was collapsing, only Kong Fan, dressed in monk's robes, was still standing upright.
Kong Fan extended his hand towards Ying Ji.
Before Yingji could get out of bed, the bed beneath her collapsed, and she fell with it. As she fell, she saw the comfortable bed she had felt last night shatter into pieces, turning into terrifying skulls falling downwards.
Yingji clenched the scimitar in her hand and looked down. She saw a vast red ocean with floating corpses swaying with the waves.
She looked up at Kong Fan, who was hanging in the air. There was compassion in his eyes as he looked at the tragic scene in the sea of blood below.
Yingji reached out to him for help.
When Yingji was about to fall into the blood-red water, Kongfan grabbed her wrist. Kongfan was floating above the water, and the red water surged up, trying to stain his monk's robes, but he couldn't reach it.
Yingji glanced down and breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to look at Kongfan and suddenly hugged him, her slender arms hooked around his neck, and tremblingly said, "I'm scared!"
She clearly felt Kong Fan's body stiffen.
Kong Fan immediately raised his hand, trying to pull Ying Ji's arms away from his neck. But hearing Ying Ji's soft sobs in his arms, he couldn't bear it. He held his hand in the air for a moment, then slowly lowered it.
Buddha, oh Buddha, I can't bear to push her.
Empty Brahma closed his eyes.
"You..." Kong Fan spoke with difficulty, "Hold me tight."
Yingji was surprised.
Then, Yingji felt the speed of the flight. She knew Kongfan was going to take her away. The speed of a spiritual cultivator, who could travel a thousand miles in one step, was beyond her reach. Kongfan would only allow her to hug him, and would never hug her back. She could only hold him tighter, clinging to him tightly. She closed her eyes and listened to the whistling wind.
Not long after, Yingji felt the speed slowing down until it stopped.
She opened her eyes and looked over Kong Fan's shoulder to see the bustling city in the distance. It looked like a street market in the human world.
"Yingji, let go."
Kong Fan’s figure appeared above his head.
Ying Ji raised her face in his arms and looked closely at his handsome and elegant figure.
Yingji felt that most men in the world were dirty and smelly, and getting close to them made her feel nauseous. Although Fozi was unromantic and wooden, he was very clean, so clean that... he smelled a bit fragrant.
Yingji sniffed lightly, inhaling the almost sacred fragrance of ancient sandalwood.
Kong Fan slowly lowered his eyes and looked at her.
Their eyes met, and after a moment, Kong Fan repeated, "Yingji, let go."
Yingji let go of her hand, took a half step back, and asked nonchalantly, "Where is this? What are we doing here?"
"Wait for me here."
Kong Fan turned and walked into the crowd in the bustling city. His slender figure in the snow-white monk's robes gradually disappeared into the distance.
After a while, he came back and asked Yingji to stretch out her hand.
Although Yingji didn't understand, she followed his words.
Kong Fan pointed in the air, and a tiny wound immediately appeared on Yingji's finger, and a round bead of blood oozed out instantly.
Kong Fan pinched a small porcelain bottle with his slender fingers and poured out a poisonous insect from it. The insect climbed onto Ying Ji's finger and sucked her blood.
"What is this?" Yingji frowned warily.
"Same Life Gu." Kong Fan looked at her with a calm gaze. "It has recognized you as its master. Give me the Same Life Gu seeds."
Ying Ji looked up in astonishment, looking at Kong Fan in confusion, and blurted out, "Are you planning to spend your life with me?"
Kong Fan's clear, dark eyes were suddenly filled with surprise, and he frantically explained, "No, it's not like that!"
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