Chapter 21021 Rashness
Chapter 21
Kong Fan took a few steps to Ying Ji's side. He squatted down beside her and asked, "Are you hurt?"
He looked at her arm, raised his hand and placed it over it, using gentle spiritual energy to heal her wound. Watching the scars on her arm gradually heal, Kong Fan paused before withdrawing his hand. He then moved his palm to her bandaged hand to heal the burn.
After a moment, he withdrew his hand and asked, "Can we go now?"
Yingji shook her head slowly.
Only then did Kong Fan notice that Yingji's usually fair cheeks were a little too rosy.
Yingji lifted her hand weakly and showed Kongfan the medicine bottle in her hand. Her voice was also soft and weak: "He forced me to take this."
Kong Fan looked over and was stunned.
Such despicable and fierce creatures are not uncommon in the Nine Realms and Twelve Countries. He knows what it is.
Yingji's movements slowed under the effects of the drug. She slowly sat up, legs pressed together and swayed to one side. A hot breeze, swirling with the fine sand of the desert, blew her red gauze skirt, brushing against her legs again and again, revealing a pair of long, curled, folded legs.
She lowered her eyes and slowly unwrapped the gauze wrapped around her hands. After Kong Fan's treatment, her slender fingertips had become white and smooth again, without even a trace of the unsightly burn marks.
She glanced at her hands, then put them down with satisfaction. Then she raised her unusually rosy face, her eyes reddened as she looked at Kong Fan, whispering, "Kong Fan, I don't want to die. Save me."
Kong Fan looked at her, and the hardships she had experienced in the past flashed through his mind. In those times of hardship, she was always quiet and strong, and never asked for help.
Did she always hope that someone would rescue her? But she knew that no one would save her.
Kong Fan held Ying Ji's hand, their palms touching, fingers interlocked. Golden light overflowed from Kong Fan's palm, passing to Ying Ji bit by bit.
A cool breeze slowly seeped into Yingji's body, bringing a sense of comfort to her limbs and bones, and the raging fire in her body was suppressed. However, the effect of the medicine gradually became stronger, and after a brief period of decline, the fire in Yingji's body ignited wildly again.
Two forces, one cold and one hot, burned in Yingji's body, and Yingji's internal organs suddenly felt a pulling sensation.
It couldn't extinguish the fire in her body, but it could block Kong Fan's spiritual energy input. Ying Ji broke free from Kong Fan's hand and dodged backwards, her face tilted to the side and she suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Kong Fan frowned.
Her mortal body was too weak to withstand excessive spiritual energy. If this continued, he wouldn't be able to force the poison out of her body before she could even bear his spiritual energy and die.
Yingji's breathing became heavier. She wiped the blood from her lips, tilted her head back, and breathed in deeply with her mouth slightly open, sucking in a mouthful of hot air.
She turned her face, her red eyes already filled with mist. She looked back at Kong Fan and murmured, "Buddhism says that saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Why won't you save me?"
Yingji folded her hands over her chest in discomfort, breathing heavily. Her eyes, reddened with tears, were practically soaked. She looked at Kongfan mournfully, whispering sadly, "You have your own rules and regulations to uphold, and your own Buddhist principles to uphold. Saving me alone is no match for attaining enlightenment and saving countless people."
She laughed at herself, half-lowered her eyes tiredly and no longer looked at him.
Kong Fan frowned more and more, and he reached out his hand towards Ying Ji again.
Ying Ji weakly pushed his hand away, raised her wet eyes and glared at him: "I am a mortal, I can't stand this poison. If you don't want to save me, then forget it, but don't harm me!"
She doesn't need this spiritual power to detoxify, she needs a man.
Kong Fan's hand, suspended in mid-air, froze for a moment before slowly lowering itself. He lowered his gaze, his gaze settling on his white monk's robes and the Buddhist beads on his wrist.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
After a pause, he asked again as if to make amends, "Do you have someone you like?"
Then he heard Yingji chuckle softly, a gentle laugh that sounded somewhat sarcastic in his ears.
Kong Fan also realized that he had asked a foolish question. He knew her past from childhood to adulthood very well. Had she ever been attracted to any man? Perhaps she only felt disgust, disgust towards all men in the world.
Ying Ji said dejectedly, "Send me to Xue Zhongyu."
Kong Fan looked up suddenly.
Ying Ji was listless and babbled incoherently: "We are both siblings and lovers. This is something that all the nine regions and twelve nations know."
Kong Fan felt a sudden pain in his heart, and he couldn't tell whether she was sad or he was remembering her past.
"Never mind. I won't bother you any more." Yingji pushed her hands into the sand and stood up. She grabbed some sand, and the wind blew it away. She stumbled away, stepping deep and shallow into the sand. After only a few steps, her body went limp and she slipped and fell.
Kong Fan caught up with her, stood beside her, and looked down at her. She lay on her back in the yellow sand, squinting at the scorching sunlight, breathing heavily, one breath after another, like a dying red butterfly about to be roasted.
Yingji slowly turned around, curling up bit by bit. The hot wind blew against Kongfan's snow-white robes, blowing them close to her face again and again, only to fall back to its original position just before touching her. Yingji reached out, grasped the corner of Kongfan's robes, and slowly grasped them in her palm.
Kong Fan lowered his eyebrows and looked at her, watching the blood-red lines gradually appearing under her snow-white skin, more and more, as if they could burn her to ashes at any time.
Kongfan loosened his grip and the Zen staff stood aside.
He leaned forward, kneeling cross-legged, his fingers moving the beads again and again. He took one last look at Yingji, closed his compassionate eyes, and murmured a meditation scripture.
Yingji looked at Kongfan and realized belatedly that he had agreed to her rash action.
She propped herself up and sat up, slowly approaching Kong Fan, looking at him closely. She looked at his jade-like, smooth cheeks, his long, drooping eyelashes, and his thin lips that were slightly parted as he chanted.
Ying Ji raised her hand, but the wide sleeves covered her hand. She didn't care. She touched Kong Fan's cheek with her palm through the red gauze sleeve, trying to touch this flawless jade in the world.
The hot wind from the desert blew open her gauze sleeves, and her palm caressed Kong Fan's cheek without any separation.
She raised her other arm and placed it on Kong Fan's shoulder for support, kneeling in front of him with her knees in the fine sand, raising her body. She looked at Kong Fan closely, feeling as if she was staring at a delicacy in front of her, not knowing where to start.
However, the efficacy of the Hehuan Yue Love Water did not give her much time to appreciate the self-sacrifice of the Buddhist monk.
She hooked her hands around Kong Fan's snow-white neck, lowered her head and kissed him, landing on the scar on his head.
Kong Fan's movement of fiddling with the Buddhist beads suddenly froze.
Yingji's gentle kiss slowly moved down, bit by bit, across Kongfan's cheek. She gently kissed his tightly closed eyes, moistening his long, dark lashes. Yingji's kiss gradually moved down, landing on the corner of Kongfan's lips. Her lips pressed against his, and she slowly curled them.
Such a beautiful jade is about to be soiled by her.
She leaned close to Kong Fan's ear and whispered in a charming voice, "Actually, I'm not very good at it either. If I hurt Kong Fan, Kong Fan, a kind-hearted Buddhist, probably won't hold it against me."
Kong Fan had long stopped counting his Buddhist beads, but the scriptures he was reciting were getting faster and faster.
Yingji's lips pressed against his, covering his thin lips, to stop him from chanting the sutra, making it impossible for him to recite and his mind to be at peace.
She reached out to untie Kong Fan's neat snow-white monk's robe, and slowly twisted her slender waist to sit down.
The hot wind blew the snow-white monk's robe, entangled with her red gauze skirt.
The fine sand blew over layer by layer, burying more of the quietly standing Zen stick.
At first, Yingji was still feeling the novelty of these attempts, but later she was more driven by the effects of the medicine. She happily detoxified the heat in her body, but she also maliciously and deliberately defiled him.
Kong Fan kept his eyebrows lowered and his eyes closed, sitting upright as if in meditation, without moving an inch.
The distant sound of camel bells approached, then gradually receded. Hot winds blew in gusts, creating layer upon layer of soft wrinkles across the desert.
Yingji slid off Kongfan's body and lay exhausted on the fine sand. She squinted her eyes to watch the setting sun. The sunset dyed the sky orange, a gentle color that imbued the desolate desert with a layer of tenderness.
Kong Fan raised his stiff hand slightly and cast a spell.
Yingji immediately turned to look at him, only to see him still sitting with his eyes closed, unmoved. Meanwhile, she felt the world spinning around her, her body floating in the air.
The next moment, everything before her eyes was illusory, and Yingji was surprised to find herself back in the guest room of Pujia Temple. She was brought back by Kongfan, and even sent back to her bed.
The quilt beside her moved without wind, unfolding and falling over her.
Everything returned to calm.
After a long time, Yingji slowly let out a breath, turned sideways, pulled the quilt, and gradually fell asleep.
In the vast desert, Kong Fan finally opened his eyes. The whites of his eyes were stained red, and a sharp pain surged through his chest and abdomen. He spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his monk's robes red.
All the spiritual energy in his body was disordered and violent, so he quickly made hand gestures to try to stop the loss of spiritual energy.
After a while, Kong Fan stopped the flow of spiritual power in his body and breathed a sigh of relief. He stood up, left the desert, and returned to Puja Temple as soon as possible.
He walked into the emerald green lotus pond and meditated in the clear water, which embraced and soothed him. Kong Fan gradually calmed his mind and spirit, allowing the restless spiritual energy within him to calm down.
Within half a day, his ten years of cultivation were gone.
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Yingji woke up from a nap, still feeling a little tired, but with this tiredness came a strange sense of comfort.
She opened the jade coffin and released Bajiao.
Time stood still in the jade coffin, so she could take a restful sleep.
Basho hummed twice and closed his eyes again.
Yingji examined Bajiao's injuries and applied medicine to treat them. Bajiao's injuries were not serious and there was nothing serious to worry about.
After treating Bajiao's wound, Yingji yawned softly, still feeling a little tired. She leaned over and hugged Bajiao's soft body and fell asleep.
Later, Yingji was awakened by Basho's crying.
She opened her eyes and looked at Basho with a frown.
The tiger demon that I held in my arms before going to bed turned back into human form and was now crying loudly with his mouth wide open.
"What's wrong? Is your body still hurting? Or does your mouth hurt?" Yingji moved in front of Bajiao and touched her messy head.
Basho put down the small bronze mirror in his hand and turned to face Yingji. She pointed at her big mouth and cried bitterly. "Ugly, so ugly! Wuuwuwu..."
She is missing a front tooth.
Yingji was silent for a moment, and then comforted him, "It will grow back."
"Really?" Basho sniffed, buried his head in Yingji's arms, and rubbed against her.
Yingji has a headache.
Whether in tiger or human form, Basho is already past the age of replacing teeth. Can these missing front teeth really grow back?
Basho raised his face in Yingji's arms and asked tearfully, "What if it doesn't grow back?"
Yingji thought for a moment and said, "If they don't grow back, I'll go pull out all of old man Di Fu's teeth and give them to you to play with."
Basho's mouth pursed. She imagined the old man without all his teeth. She touched her own tooth socket and sniffed in frustration.
"I still want my own teeth." She started crying again at the top of her lungs.
Even if a tiger turns into a human form, it still has an amazing voice.
The next day, Yingji went to Kongfan to ask if he could help Bajiao grow a new front tooth. Even if there was no way, at least giving the child a tooth to cover up the ugly appearance would be a good idea.
Wu Chen stopped Ying Ji.
"Our host is in retreat."
Ying Ji asked, "Little monk, can you help me pass on a message?"
"What?"
She leaned over with her hands on her knees, a smile on her lips: "Tell him that he is such a scumbag."
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