Chapter 22022 Remember
Chapter 22
Watching Yingji walk away, Wuchen was stunned. What did this woman mean?
He slowly turned his head and looked towards the host's retreat. If this woman wanted him to bring her, he might as well not bring her, right?
He couldn't say it!
After Yingji returned home, she fiddled with the medicine for a long time and made herself a bowl of medicine.
Bajiao sniffed and leaned over, asking, "What are you drinking, Princess? It doesn't smell good!"
"It's a medicine that can prevent you from having children." Yingji explained to her.
Basho's dark eyes rolled around as he asked, "Why don't you give birth to a little princess? A little princess can play with me!"
Yingji smiled, not explaining, and drank the last sip of the medicine. She had heard that women who cultivated spirituality could control their menstruation and fertility. She felt a little envious. Her body could only rely on external forces.
"Let's go. I'll take you out to play." Yingji put down the empty bowl.
In the afternoon, the two of them appeared at the market. Basho ran around, laughing and playing with the toys of human children.
Yingji walked into a pharmacy to sell the poison she made herself.
The boss was an old man in a black robe. He raised one eye to glance at Ying Ji, and found out that she had no spiritual power and had a beautiful face that made people unable to look away, so he greeted her warmly.
Whether it's medicine or poison, the store's products are all aimed at mortals. Those with spiritual power don't need these things that much. The wealthier and more attractive mortals are, the more they need self-protection.
"Selling medicine." Yingji put a heavy cloth bag on the counter.
The boss opened the cloth bag and looked through the items one by one, his eyes lighting up.
Yingji didn't bargain, she just wanted to sell the things quickly and leave the store.
She studied medicine as a child and later discovered that other people's medicines would be more effective if they added a little spiritual energy to them. No matter how skilled her medical skills were, without spiritual energy, they were useless.
Later she learned about poison.
Yingji walked out of the shop and looked around the long street. She caught a glimpse of Bajiao squatting not far away, watching a circus. She looked away and went to another shop.
I used the money I just earned and the money I had saved before to buy two spirit-collecting pens.
Touching the two spirit-gathering pens that she had bought with almost all her savings, Ying Ji felt a little painful.
She used her last copper coin to buy a candied haws, gave it to Bajiao, and took her back to the mountain.
Basho kept looking back to see the acrobatics going on behind her, but after eating a candied haws, she immediately forgot all about it.
Bajiao chuckled and held up the candied haws to give to Yingji. Yingji shook her head and looked back warily.
It seems like someone is watching you?
Yingji was not too worried and continued to walk back to the mountain at a leisurely pace.
Away from the bustling city, two white shadows appeared in front of her.
The two men bowed together and saluted. Ying Ji took a quick look at their attire and recognized them from the jade pendants on their waists as guards from the Beicang Kingdom.
"We two are here by your majesty's order to bring this to the princess."
Yingji took the brocade box and opened it. In an instant, the brilliance of the exquisite jewelry leaked out, dazzling and brilliant.
They were all made of rare and precious items that any girl would love, and they were worth a fortune. What girl wouldn't like such sparkling treasures? Ying Ji glanced at them, and the corners of her narrow eyes raised, her flowing eyes immediately filled with joy.
The two guards were stunned by what they saw.
"I love it, and I'd like to ask you to express my gratitude." She turned and walked to the side of the road, tiptoed through the broken snow, and plucked a red plum blossom from the branch. She smiled and handed the plum blossom to the guard, "Please return this to His Majesty."
The two guards took it and immediately put the red plum into the treasure box to prevent such an important token of love from losing moisture and withering.
Ying Ji watched the two of them walk away, then she immediately turned back to the downtown area, found a jewelry store, sold all the jewelry given by Kou Yuze, and used the money to buy four spirit pens.
"Let's go back to the temple!" Yingji said happily.
Bajiao shook the bare stem of the candied haws in his hand and licked his sugar-stained mouth, looking as if he hadn't eaten enough.
But Yingji was broke, not even a copper. "I'll make it for you when I get home."
Basho laughed again and followed Yingji happily.
In the next few days, Yingji studied "Seventeen Volumes of Talismans" and gradually became proficient in it.
On the morning of the seventh day, Bajiao came trotting back, grinning widely. "Kongfan has emerged from his retreat! He's giving morning lessons to the bald men in the temple!"
Yingji handed her a freshly made candied haws, smiled, and said, "Really? Then I'll go to his class today too."
Yingji walked into the Buddhist hall, holding the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures that Kongfan had given her last time. The hall was packed with monks and common people who had come down from the mountains to listen to Buddhist teachings.
A young monk was asking Kongfan for advice. Kongfan explained slowly, and the young monk suddenly understood and sat down happily.
Yingji didn't understand.
She sat down under the pillars of the porch. A young monk beside her glanced at her and immediately turned back.
Kong Fan saw Ying Ji the moment she entered the Buddhist hall. His gaze fell on her, and Ying Ji smiled sweetly at him. Kong Fan calmly looked away, accepting the next monk's question.
Yingji frowned.
Yingji also wanted to stand up and ask him something, but she really couldn't think of a question. She opened the two volumes of Buddhist scriptures as a last-minute effort, and tried her best to concentrate and listen to Kongfan's nonsense.
But when all the monks began to chant in unison, Yingji tilted her head and fell asleep against the pillar.
Kong Fan's gaze fell on him again, but only for a moment, then looked away again.
"Donor, donor?" a young monk called out repeatedly, "Morning service is over."
Yingji opened her eyes.
The huge Buddhist hall was almost empty.
Kong Fan lowered his head and was tidying up the books on the desk.
Yingji stood up and walked towards Kongfan step by step. The silver bell on her ankle made a crisp sound that was out of place in the solemn Buddhist hall. She walked in front of Kongfan to see his expression.
Kong Fan packed up his books, raised his eyes to look at Ying Ji, and asked in a gentle voice, "Are you feeling better?"
"It felt better then." Yingji stared into Kongfan's eyes, stretching out the last syllable of her voice with an ambiguous, coquettish tone.
Kong Fan didn't look away. He smiled slightly and said softly, "You seem to have just fallen asleep. It's normal that you don't understand the lesson when you first come to class. Take your time."
His tone was gentle and normal, as if nothing had happened between the two of them.
Yingji slowly frowned.
"Master!" A young monk stepped over the threshold. "Master Wusheng is looking for you."
Kong Fan smiled and nodded at Ying Ji, then slowly left.
Yingji stared at Kongfan's departing figure, her brows furrowed ever tighter. He'd only been in seclusion for seven days, and he'd already forgotten about the incident of breaking his vows in the desert?
In the afternoon, Wu Chen was about to take a freshly washed monk's robe to Kong Fan. Ying Ji stopped him and asked with a smirk, "You clearly have the purification technique, why are you still washing clothes by hand?"
Wu Chen saw her and subconsciously took a half step back. He lowered his eyes and explained, "In the temple, you have to do everything yourself, including food, clothing, shelter and transportation. This is cultivation."
"Oh—" Yingji stretched out the sound, reached out and touched the monk's robe, and asked nonchalantly: "Did you wash it clean?"
"Of course it's clean!" Wu Chen avoided Yingji's hand and ran past her quickly.
Yingji pinched the remaining powder on her fingers.
Pretending not to remember? Then she would let him savor it again. Yingji's lips curled up into a cunning smile.
Moreover, the effect of the Hehuan Yue Love Water had not yet worn off, and she would come looking for Kong Fan again. He couldn't hide.
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At night, Kong Fan was reviewing memorials sent from the Chaoxi Palace. During the day, he worshipped Buddha and taught the Dharma in a gentle manner. At night, he worked tirelessly to deal with these memorials from the human world.
Besides the minor details, he noticed several memorials reporting unusual movements in the Soul-Extinguishing Well and the Samsara Well in Chaoxi State. There were many Soul-Extinguishing Wells and Samsara Wells located throughout the Nine Realms and Twelve Kingdoms, and without exception, they all required regular maintenance.
A few years ago, the Soul-Exterminating Well in Yinfeng Gorge exploded, completely destroying it beyond repair. If more and more Soul-Exterminating Wells were to fail, with nowhere to destroy the undead, demons and ghosts would run rampant, ushering in chaos.
After Kong Fan finished dealing with the memorials, he suddenly thought of his mother. Kong Fan realized belatedly that he should go visit her.
This thought comes from reason, not from the heart.
He frowned in confusion.
What is family affection? He understood the theory and put it into practice, but he still couldn't feel any affection for his mother.
Kong Fan went to bed very late.
He lay flat on the couch, his body straight.
He had just fallen asleep when the nightmare haunted him.
The heat from the desert came in waves, and the red gauze on Yingji's body brushed against his neck and covered his face again and again.
He closed his eyes to avoid seeing, but the sight became clearer after he closed his eyes. Her lips and teeth, which had been used to recite scriptures every day, were touched by her, and her wet tongue entwined with them.
She also asked him: "Is it sweet?"
He said nothing. She held his face and deliberately and slowly applied the moisture on her fingers to his face.
Then he felt soaked all over.
Kong Fan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the bed. He looked down at his monk's robe, cast a spell, and the powder on the robe disappeared instantly.
Kong Fan lowered his eyes and looked at the place on the monk's robe that was stained with medicine powder. After a long time, he shook his head helplessly.
A soft sigh disappeared into the night.
The next day, when Kong Fan entered the Buddhist hall, he saw Ying Ji. She had arrived early and was sitting in the first row, smiling at him with her eyes curved.
Kong Fan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward, reaching the seat at the top and starting today's morning class.
Kong Fan didn't know if Ying Ji was listening or not. He only knew that her eyes were fixed on his face. Occasionally, he would glance over at her, and Ying Ji would smile charmingly at him.
Among the monks, she sat there gracefully in a red gauze dress, looking really out of place. It was hard for Kong Fan not to notice her.
After the morning service ended and most of the monks had left, Yingji stood up and walked towards Kongfan. She said, "I've finished reading those two volumes of Buddhist scriptures and want to pick out two more."
Kong Fan lowered his head and sorted out the documents. Without raising his eyes, he asked a few questions in a calm voice.
Yingji answered fluently and memorized it word for word.
Kong Fan looked up at her in slight surprise. He retracted his gaze and said, "Come with me."
Yingji followed Kongfan and passed through Puja Temple.
The sound of bells in the distance was melodious, and the last dead leaf of the ginkgo tree fell and floated to Kongfan's feet.
Kong Fan took a step forward and deliberately passed by it without stepping on it.
Yingji, who was walking behind, was completely unaware that her feet rolled over the ginkgo leaves, which turned into powder in an instant.
Several monks passing by stopped and raised their hands. After Kong Fan and Ying Ji left one after another, they looked at their backs and frowned in confusion.
Kongfan took Yingji to the Sutra Library of Puja Temple.
He walked through the aisle of bookshelves next to each other, took down a scroll of scriptures from it, and then browsed through it while looking for other scriptures suitable for Yingji.
Yingji's footsteps made no sound, but the silver bell on her ankle betrayed her whereabouts.
Kong Fan heard her getting closer and closer until she stopped behind him.
"Kong Fan, don't you remember?" Ying Ji's soft voice sounded at the back of his neck, even so close that it caused a slight itch on his neck.
"You've been in seclusion for seven days, not practicing, but trying to steal our love?" Ying Ji moved closer. Her faint fragrance stained Kong Fan's snow-white monk robes.
"Kong Fan, do you really not remember anything?"
Kong Fan's hand, which was reaching for the scripture, stopped.
How did she think he would face her? Did she think he would regret, panic, or be afraid to face her?
He broke the precepts, but saving people is the Buddhist principle.
Yes, he wanted to save her, he just wanted to save her.
"I remember." Kong Fan's smooth, bony hands took the scripture down from the bookcase. He turned around and handed it to Yingji with a smile.
"These two volumes of Buddhist texts I've chosen are not too obscure. If you try your best to read them, you should be able to understand them. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me."
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