Chapter 23023 Eating Lotus
Chapter 23
Their eyes met, and Yingji stared into Kongfan's for a long moment. She took the two scrolls and whispered slowly, "I'm feeling sick again. I need to detoxify again."
Kong Fan held Yingji's wrist and probed, and not surprisingly, he said in a gentle tone, "Yingji, you lied again."
Yingji looked at him and slowly curled her lips.
Not far away, a young monk saw the abbot holding a woman's wrist tightly, and was so frightened that he dropped the scriptures in his hand.
The sound attracted Kong Fan to look over. The little monk picked up the fallen scriptures with a pale face and fled in panic.
Kong Fan withdrew his gaze and looked at Ying Ji again, and saw success in her seductive eyes with a seductive smile.
——She did it on purpose, deliberately letting others see him holding her hand.
Kong Fan shook his head helplessly, but he wasn't angry. He turned and left. The light shining in from between the two rows of bookcases fell on him.
Yingji lazily leaned against the bookcase, watching Kong Fan's snowy figure retreat. She really wanted to see what Kong Fan looked like when he was angry, but it was a pity. This man was so broad-minded that he didn't know how to get angry.
In the following days, if Kongfan had a morning class, Yingji would rush over early, sit in the front row, and exchange glances with him. Oh, no, she listened attentively to his Buddhist teachings.
Ying Ji spent most of the rest of her time not looking for Kong Fan, but studying talismans, refining poisons to make money, or reading ancient banned books.
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Inside the Canxing Pavilion, Kong Fan looked up at the vast constellation on the rooftop. This was a virtual constellation he had created based on ancient texts.
He waved his hand, causing the stars to dim and become transparent, revealing the original night sky.
The night sky was as dark as ink, with scattered stars piercing the night cloth. Kong Fan stared at the sky, watching the stars blinking lazily.
He observed the stars at night, but in all these years he had never seen the constellations recorded in ancient books in the sky.
Even though Kong Fan was well-versed in astrology, which was so complex that thousands of books could not fully discuss it, and even though he could imitate it, he had never seen it with his own eyes.
The two monks Wudao and Wusheng came in from outside.
"Studying astrology again?" Wudao asked cheerfully.
Kong Fan withdrew his gaze. "Uncle Wudao, Uncle Wusheng."
Wusheng remained silent, and Wudao nodded cheerfully. Wudao asked, "Do you need me to go with you to repair the Soul-Extinguishing Well and the Samsara Well?"
Kong Fan shook his head and said gently, "I've asked Kong Yu to check. He wrote to me saying that the abnormalities in the Soul-Exterminating Well and the Samsara Well in the Ming Dynasty Xi Kingdom are not serious and can be repaired on their own."
Wudao patted his head and sighed, "In the past ten years, the unusual movements of the Soul-Exterminating Wells in various places have become more and more frequent."
Kong Fan nodded slightly and said, "Perhaps these unusual movements will become more frequent."
Wusheng, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly asked, "What is your relationship with that woman?"
Wudao narrowed his round eyes, looking like he wanted to hear some gossip.
Wusheng continued, "Now that you've returned to Chaoxi Country and hold the title of Emperor, you've seen more of the world's splendor. Don't blame your uncle for not warning you; don't mistakenly enter the Three Thousand Cages!"
"Kong Fan knows his limits." Kong Fan smiled slightly, his tone as gentle as ever.
Wusheng wanted to say a few more words, but Wudao interrupted him with a smile and turned the topic back to the Soul-Destroying Well.
Kong Fan left the Canxing Pavilion and went directly to the lotus pond.
The lotus pond is his place of practice.
The unusual movements at the various Soul-Exterminating Wells and Samsara Wells made him feel uneasy, a sense that something major was about to happen. Ever since his last encounter with Ying... ever since that last incident, the spiritual energy that had dissipated from his body had yet to recondense. Recently, Kong Fan had been spending a significant amount of time cultivating daily.
Outside, snow was falling. The water in the lotus pond was like a piece of jade lying in the snow, with lotus flowers standing gracefully. Lotus leaves surrounded the lotus flowers, and the lotus flowers surrounded the lotus seat in the center of the lotus pond.
On the lotus seat where Kongfan used to meditate and practice, Yingji was dancing at this moment.
There was a flash of surprise in Kong Fan's clear eyes. He looked at Ying Ji who was dancing leisurely, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
She shouldn't be dancing here, he should call her down. But Kong Fan inexplicably remembered the time when she was forced to dance.
So the resistance turned into a sigh.
Amidst the falling snow, Yingji's red figure was slender and graceful, eager to take flight. It didn't seem like a choreographed dance, but rather a dance that followed her heart.
Yingji spun around on the lotus seat. She looked at Kongfan, jumped lightly from the lotus seat, stepped on a few wooden stakes beside her, walked out of the lotus pond, and came in front of Kongfan.
"Why are you here dancing?" Kong Fan asked.
"Because it's beautiful here." Yingji glanced back at the lotus pond and then turned back. "Can't I dance here?"
Kong Fan frowned slightly and said nothing.
Ying Ji took another step closer to him and asked, "Could it be that because I danced here, I disturbed Kong Fan's mind and prevented him from practicing peacefully?"
"no."
"Why is that? This is a clean and holy place. A despicable person like me is not worthy to set foot here?"
Kong Fan said helplessly: "Of course not, it's up to you if you like."
Yingji smiled and said happily, "Okay, then I will come here to dance again tomorrow."
Kong Fan did not respond, nor did he refuse. He asked, "What do you want to see me for?"
Yingji hummed softly and whispered, "I miss you."
She deliberately used a surprised tone and said, "I don't know if it's because of the effect of the medicine or if I really like you."
Wudao and Wusheng were passing by in the distance. Yingji's words drifted into their ears, and Wudao was so angry that he turned around and left.
Wudao gave Yingji a meaningful look, then chased Wusheng with a smile: "Brother, wait for me, wait for me, a fat guy!"
Kong Fan said helplessly, "Yingji, please go back. I need to practice."
"You practice yours, can't I stay here? I want to pick some lotus and take them back to make lotus cakes." Yingji said with a smile.
Kong Fan looked troubled. "The lotus flowers here have been here for hundreds of years. It's hard to say when they will turn into essence. They can't be used as food."
Yingji's eyes drooped, and she said aggrievedly, "Can't you hear that I'm just making an excuse to stay by your side?"
Kong Fan frowned and looked at Ying Ji for a long time. Then he raised his hand and conjured up a table and chairs. Ying Ji immediately felt a gentle force pushing her to sit at the table.
She looked at the table again, where scriptures were placed.
"Then you should finish reading this sutra." Kong Fan turned around and walked towards the lotus platform step by step.
Yingji: ...
Yingji glanced at the Buddhist scriptures on the table, then at Kongfan's back. She thought that since she had been busy with talismans recently, she should come back to Kongfan to do some homework. Unexpectedly...
Looking at Kong Fan, who was sitting on the lotus platform with his eyes closed in meditation, Ying Ji opened the Buddhist scriptures and muttered silently, "I might as well draw talismans in the house..."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Kong Fan's lips.
Yingji was drowsy from reading a scripture when she suddenly felt a slight tremor in the ground. Though it was only a moment, Yingji was alert enough to detect it. She snapped her eyes open.
Kong Fan had already opened his eyes and frowned slightly.
Yingji looked at Kongfan's expression and knew she was right. She asked, "What happened?"
"I don't know yet..." Kong Fan hadn't finished speaking when another earthquake struck, still not very obvious, as if it came from a very far away place.
Kong Fan immediately made a hand gesture, his entire body suspended in mid-air, the hem of his snow-white monk's robe fluttering violently, wrapping around his slender body. He closed his eyes and listened carefully, discerning the sound coming from a very far distance.
Wudao, Wusheng and seven or eight other monks rushed over and wanted to ask Kongfan what had happened.
Kong Fan opened his eyes and gently waved his slender hand through the air. A patchwork of tiny specks of light emerged, combined, and gradually merged into a mirror.
A scene of the earth collapsing and the sky cracking appeared in the mirror. Monsters roared, ghosts fled, and people screamed in agony, a scene of complete destruction.
“What happened…” Wu Sheng’s expression changed immediately before he could finish his words.
Everyone saw Hongta's Soul-Destroying Well.
Kong Fan lowered his eyes: "It is Lingyu Country."
There are constant wars between the Nine Realms and Twelve Kingdoms, but no matter what kind of enemy they are, as long as it is related to the Soul-Destroying Well, the Nine Realms and Twelve Kingdoms will definitely cooperate.
"Let's set off now." Kong Fan said.
Yingji stood up and asked anxiously, "You're not taking me with you?"
Kongfan and the monks turned around to look at her.
"What if I get sick without you?"
Wudao smiled and asked, "What's wrong with the donor?"
Yingji's eyes flickered as she looked at Kongfan meaningfully: "It's a disease that can eat people."
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