Chapter 12012 Carry Me
Chapter 12
"The journey to Qinmin Mountain will be very dangerous. I may not be able to be with Yingji every moment. I planted this Gu, which can sense pain. If you are in danger, I will sense it immediately and rush to save you." Kong Fan explained carefully. "After we resolve the matter of Qinmin Mountain and return to the Chaoxi Imperial Capital, I will remove this Gu."
"That won't do. If you get injured while fighting with others, even if it's a minor injury that's not a big deal to you, it could become a fatal injury to my mortal body." Ying Ji shook her head.
Not worth it! Not worth it!
"So the Gu worm recognized you as its master." Kong Fan smiled slightly, "I can feel your pain. If I were hurt, I wouldn't involve you at all."
Yingji looked at Kongfan in surprise, and her charming eyebrows slowly revealed a layer of deep confusion.
Why would he do such a thing that is not cost-effective?
And how could he believe that she would be willing to remove the Tongsheng Gu once they returned to the imperial capital?
Is this the kindness of Buddhism?
Ying Ji asked hesitantly and tepidly, "I'm a mortal, and I have many enemies. What if I die?"
"As long as I'm here, I won't let Yingji die." Kong Fan still spoke in a gentle and smiling tone.
Yingji didn't want to look into his clear eyes. She looked away and asked, "How to do it?"
Kong Fan raised his hand, and a thin silver arrow of light flashed by, leaving a blood mark on his palm.
"Put your finger here."
Ying Ji followed his instructions and gently placed her bloody fingertips on Kong Fan's palm. The blood and blood mixed together, and the poisonous insect crawled from Ying Ji's fingertips into the wound on Kong Fan's palm.
The wounds on both men's hands healed instantly.
Yingji touched her smooth fingers, suddenly pinched them hard, and quickly looked at Kongfan's expression.
Kong Fan looked at his hands and smiled at her helplessly.
"This is for you." Kong Fan handed Yingji a paper bag.
Yingji opened it in confusion and saw pies, steamed buns, osmanthus cakes and Hu cakes inside.
"Eat on the way." Kong Fan paused, "Stop eating rice cakes."
Yingji slowly curved her lips, raised her eyes and tilted her head slightly to look at Kongfan, and asked with a soft smile, "No wine?"
Kong Fan was stunned.
"Or not..." Kong Fan sighed softly, "Go buy it yourself."
Yingji laughed.
"I'll be back soon!" Yingji ran lightly down the long street. She turned amid the bustling crowd and smiled brightly at Kong Fan. The wind always favored her, gently blowing her long black hair across her face. Her gauze skirt danced, her charming figure ethereal and ethereal, drawing the gazes of passersby fixed on her.
Kong Fan lowered his eyes and gently fiddled with a Buddhist bead on his palm with the tip of his thumb.
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Yingji followed Kongfan for a long time. At first, he took her to fly, and the Tongsheng Gu made him feel Yingji's physical discomfort due to fast movement.
So Kongfan led two horses.
"Yingji, can you ride a horse?" Kong Fan raised his eyes and looked at Yingji who was lazily lying on a tree branch.
Yingji turned around, glanced at the two horses, one black and one white, and slowly raised the corners of her lips to Kongfan, smiling meaningfully.
"Don't cheat, you may not win me!"
Kong Fan rarely saw Ying Ji so proud; she was truly radiant. He nodded, speaking humbly and gently, "I'm really not very good at riding."
Yingji raised her legs and jumped down from the tree, and the hem of her gauze skirt slowly descended like a butterfly's wings.
She led the black horse, jumped on it, shouted "Go", and galloped away.
Yingji hadn't ridden a horse so carefree for a long time, and the wind blowing on her face seemed to carry the fragrance of freedom.
Kong Fan watched her walk away with a smile, then got on another white horse and chased after her, but he had no intention of competing with her.
The sky was clear and the air was fresh, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and the two men galloped on their horses. The hot wind blew the hems of their clothes high up, as if they were about to fly.
After a long time, Yingji suddenly pulled the reins and stopped the galloping horse.
Kong Fan caught up.
Yingji turned around, her smiling face drenched in sweat. She said, "There's no way forward. I think I've taken the wrong path."
Kong Fan looked at the pure smile on her face and said gently, "It's okay. The earth is vast and there are roads everywhere."
Ying Ji smiled and said, "Then, Kong Fan will lead the way."
Kong Fan turned his horse around and headed in the opposite direction.
Yingji followed behind, and it took her a long time to react: "You knew from the beginning that I was going in the opposite direction?"
Kong Fan just smiled and said nothing.
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"Is this Wuya Ferry?" Ying Ji asked.
"yes."
There was a vast ocean in front of me, with no people or ships around.
"How do we get there?" Yingji asked again.
"Wait until dark."
Kong Fan lifted the hem of his monk's robe and sat cross-legged. Ying Ji thought he was going to recite the sutra again, so she turned her head away and looked at the endless Wuyadu.
She heard that if she wanted to cross the Wuya Ferry, she could only take the Wuya Boat, which only appeared at night and was elusive.
When she turned around again, she found that Kong Fan was not reciting scriptures, but writing something. She walked over curiously, squatted beside him to take a look, and was shocked to find that he was actually reviewing memorials.
Yingji suddenly recalled the scene of her first meeting with Kongfan. The thick pile of memorials was placed randomly, and the Bodhi leaves were covered with morning dew.
She looked at Kong Fan again. His slender neck was slightly bent, and he lowered his head to gaze at the trivial matters on the memorial. His long, curled lashes cast a shadow on his fair cheek. His hand holding the pen paused, lost in thought. The sleeve of his snow-white monk's robe slipped lightly, revealing the Buddhist beads on his wrist.
Yingji suddenly felt that these memorials disturbed Kongfan's peace.
She looked away.
As the sky gradually darkened, a small boat drifted silently closer.
"Wuyazhou!" Yingji stood up.
The two walked to the seashore and approached the Wuya boat. The boatman was an old woman in a black robe. Her face was wrinkled, but her eyes were bright and shining.
She looked at Yingji and Kongfan, taking one more glance at Kongfan's bald head. She spoke in a hoarse voice, "One man and one woman can only carry couples, fathers and daughters, mothers and sons, and siblings."
Kong Fan was genuinely surprised. He hadn't expected the boatman to have such a strange rule. He was about to try to dissuade them when Ying Ji spoke first.
"We are husband and wife." She naturally took Kong Fan's wrist, through his monk's robe. She clearly felt Kong Fan's wrist stiffen for a moment.
The old woman looked at the two of them suspiciously, then turned her gaze back to Kong Fan.
"Oh, I was wrong. We are only half a couple." Yingji leaned half of her body on Kongfan's arm, looking up at him, "I am just my husband's concubine."
Kong Fan looked at Ying Ji with complicated eyes.
The old woman stared at Kong Fan and said, "Monks don't tell lies. Is what she said true?"
Yingji was brought into the palace by Empress Dowager Xue and given the title of Consort. According to common sense, she was indeed his...
Kong Fan was silent for a moment before nodding with some difficulty.
"Get on board." The old woman allowed the two people to get on board, but her sharp eyes showed disdain.
As she rowed, she muttered, "All men are like this! They never learn to be devoted, and they never get enough of taking concubines! They're worse than some animals. Pah..."
Kong Fan had a complicated expression and could only mutter "Amitabha" in a low voice.
Yingji found Kongfan's expression amusing. She was already sitting next to him, and she moved closer. She tilted her head to look at him, her silky black hair falling across her shoulders. She whispered softly, "I've heard there are many beauties in the palace, but I haven't seen any yet. There are three thousand beauties in the harem. Who is the most beautiful? Your Majesty—?"
She drew out the last word, teasingly and with a smile on her face.
Kong Fan shook his head helplessly. He closed his eyes and slowly fiddled with the Buddhist beads with his fingertips.
Yingji glanced at Kongfan's hand, which held the Buddhist beads. His hand was slender and clean, with distinct joints. His fair skin made the blue blood lines clearly visible beneath the skin.
The Buddhist beads bracelet hung on his slightly curled hand, and his thumb slowly fiddled with each bead again and again.
Yingji gently stretched out her hand and hooked her little finger around the bottom end of his Buddhist beads bracelet.
The Buddhist beads were pulled downwards, and Kong Fan opened his eyes and met Ying Ji's beautiful eyes. She gently hooked his Buddhist beads with her little finger and asked, "Who is the most beautiful?"
Kong Fan looked at Ying Ji and suddenly felt overwhelmed.
"Yingji is the most beautiful." Kong Fan had no choice but to say what she wanted him to say.
He looked away and pulled back the Buddhist beads that Yingji had hooked on.
"But do you monks really distinguish between beauty and ugliness?" Ying Ji widened her eyes slightly, feigning surprise. "Isn't it true that the body is empty and a kind heart is the true beauty? Kong Fan, you said I—"
Yingji's soft and delicate words came to an abrupt halt.
——Kong Fan waved his hand and cast a mute spell on her.
Yingji's soft, rosy lips opened and closed, but she couldn't utter a single sound. She glared at Kongfan and silently mouthed, "Rogue monk!"
Kong Fan calmly took out the Diamond Sutra, opened it to a page, and placed it in Yingji's hand.
"You should have read this last time. Keep reading."
The old woman rowing the boat glanced at Kong Fan with disdain, shook her head, turned away, and rowed silently, her oars extending into the water, creating waves of ripples.
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Yingji had no comprehension at all, and a great text like the Diamond Sutra had only a hypnotic effect on her. She curled up in the cramped little boat and slowly fell asleep.
Yingji has always been a light sleeper, so when Kongfan called her, she immediately opened her eyes.
What greeted my eyes was a vast expanse of brilliant morning light. The sun rose eastward, juxtaposing the sea and sky, its soft light gradually tinging the white clouds and then the surface of the ocean. I had never imagined that the morning sun could emit such magnificent light. Its overturned warm hues dyed the sky and sea into a wondrous painting.
Yingji found that she had not enjoyed the sunrise so calmly for a long time.
"We're here." Kong Fan stepped off the Wuya Boat first.
Yingji withdrew her gaze and followed him down.
The beach was soft and damp, and Yingji walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. She looked at Kongfan, who was walking in front of her. He seemed to be strolling leisurely and gracefully.
The two men walked one after the other for a long time. Kong Fan suddenly stopped, turned sideways, and the wind lifted the sleeves of his monk's robe.
"Qinmin Mountain is ahead. It's also known as the Poison Mountain. There are many poisonous creatures there, especially snakes. Be careful."
As soon as Kong Fan finished speaking, Ying Ji almost jumped up, ran to Kong Fan, and huddled beside him.
Kong Fan followed her gaze and saw a colorful snake crawling leisurely.
Kong Fan took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and handed them to Ying Ji, saying, "When you wear this, poisonous creatures won't dare to approach you."
"I'm still afraid." Yingji's face turned pale. "Kongfan, I'm afraid of snakes. Even if they don't bite me, I'm still afraid."
Kong Fan thought about it for a moment and vaguely felt that many girls seemed to be afraid of snakes and insects.
Kong Fan was in trouble now.
Yingji grasped the corner of Kongfan's sleeve and shook him gently. Her watery eyes looked at Kongfan pitifully and she begged softly, "Kongfan, carry me."
Kong Fan shook his head and refused without thinking.
"Why not?"
Kong Fan still shook his head.
Ying Ji said, "Once upon a time, two monks were going down the mountain and came across a deep river. A woman was trapped by the river and couldn't cross, so she asked the old monk to carry her across. The young monk thought about it all the way but couldn't figure it out. He stammered and asked the old monk why he had broken his vow of chastity by having physical contact with a woman. The old monk laughed and said that he would let the woman go once they crossed the river, but the young monk never let her go."
"This is a Buddhist story that even three-year-olds have heard. Hasn't Kong Fan heard of it?" Ying Ji walked up to Kong Fan and looked him in the eye. "If you have Buddha in your heart, you don't need to be bound by formalities. If you are open and honest in your heart, you will naturally be worthy of Buddha."
"Kong Fan, why don't you dare carry me on your back? Don't you have a clear conscience?"
Kong Fan looked at Ying Ji in front of him and slowly frowned.
After a long while, his frown gradually relaxed, revealing a pure and untainted demeanor.
He suddenly smiled, as warm as the spring breeze.
"Yingji, you do have a connection with Buddhism."
The author has something to say:
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Kong Fan: You do have a connection with my Buddha.
Yingji: Thank you for the invitation, I won't become a monk. I just want to be with you [dog head]
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