Chapter 38038 A Little Understanding
Chapter 38
"Since you've learned a lot from your senior brother today, you must be tired. Go to bed early."
This was Kong Fan's last words to Ying Ji that night. He turned and walked into the night.
Yingji looked at Kongfan's back for a long time, until Kongfan disappeared from view. Then she tugged at her outer robe and went back yawning.
She was indeed tired today.
After Kong Fan returned to his room, he sat in meditation and practiced until the late night before going to bed.
Not long after Kong Fan fell asleep, he entered a vast, white dream. He walked slowly forward, through the thick, sticky white fog. When it cleared, he finally saw the scene beyond it.
It was a vast expanse of snowy desert, with endless stretches of fine yellow sand, swept into the wind and fused with it. Kong Fan saw his staff and his cassock.
He looked at the two people sitting together, and suddenly realized that this was Yingji's first time detoxifying.
Kong Fan didn't want to look at such an obscene scene any longer, but before he turned around, he subconsciously looked up and was surprised to find that the person hugging Ying Ji was not himself, but Ling Jiayan.
Kong Fan was stunned.
The next moment, the white mist dissipated and Kong Fan exited the dream.
Kong Fan opened his eyes and said to himself helplessly, "Yingji, Yingji..."
He habitually checked his monk's robe to remove the powder left by Yingji. After checking once, Kong Fan was surprised to find that there was no powder on him at all.
He carefully checked again on the sleeve that Yingji had rolled up tonight, but still found nothing.
Kong Fan frowned.
He might have neglected it for a moment and let Yingji rub the powder onto him, but he would definitely not take the initiative to check and find no trace of the powder.
"Didn't you use the powder again? Then how could it be..."
How could I have such a strange dream?
He never had dreams.
Kong Fan was confused.
The next morning, Kong Fan made breakfast and brought it to Yingji. He knocked on the door several times, but there was no response.
"Yingji?" Kong Fan hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed the door. The wooden door creaked open, and the bright spring light from the courtyard streamed into the room.
The house was empty.
On the square table, some talisman papers were scattered in a mess.
Kong Fan stared at the talismans for a long time. He closed his eyes and used his spiritual power to sense Ying Ji's location.
Yingji is next to Ling Jiayan.
The two sat side by side, Ling Jiayan was explaining the art of talismans to her, Ying Ji lowered her head, listening attentively and taking notes in a notebook.
Ling Jiayan said something, Ying Ji raised her head and looked at him, and the two smiled at each other.
Kong Fan opened his eyes.
He stood at the door for a long time, then closed it again. He turned and walked into the courtyard, sat down under the ginkgo tree, and placed the prepared breakfast on the stone table.
Millet porridge, tofu with green onions, diced radish, and a plate of peanuts.
Originally, the food was only for Yingji, so he only brought a pair of chopsticks. Now that Yingji could not eat any, and not wanting to waste food, he picked up the chopsticks and started eating, eating slowly and attentively.
He had not needed to eat for a long time, but today he ate every bite of his breakfast without leaving any.
Kong Fan sat under the ginkgo tree for a while, feeling the gentle spring morning light falling on his shoulders.
He stood up, cleared the dishes, and left the palace to hunt monsters. Nowadays, there were fewer and fewer dead monsters wandering around.
Kong Fan walked through the bustling long street, then walked into the secluded suburban woods, and finally continued walking along the stream.
In a mountain stream, Kong Fan found the hiding snake demon.
He chanted a spell to activate his spirit, and after a fight, he defeated the snake demon.
The snake demon was seriously injured and transformed back into a human-headed snake. She fell into the weeds and watched Kong Fan approach her step by step. She asked loudly, "Why must we kill them all?"
Kong Fan stopped and looked down at her condescendingly.
"Don't you Buddhists say we should accumulate merit and good karma, praying for an afterlife and eternal life? But this world doesn't have an afterlife! Much less immortality!" The snake demon spat out another mouthful of blood. "There's no reincarnation. Why do you, so high and mighty, get to decide who gets reincarnated and who gets pushed into the Soul-Destroying Well and destroyed like an object?"
Kong Fan looked at her calmly, with a hint of compassion in his clear eyes.
The snake demon seemed to see a glimmer of hope and immediately turned around to escape. However, she had not run far when Sanskrit words floated around her and the word "Buddha" landed lightly between her eyebrows.
The snake demon's eyes, filled with hostility, gradually became dull, and its entire body fell limply to the ground.
Kong Fan sighed softly and put her into the treasure bottle.
The snake demon's questions echoed in Kong Fan's ears, but these words could not change his decision to capture the demon. The key to killing the demon was the death, not the demon. Regardless of whether she was a demon or not, Kong Fan would collect her into the treasure bottle.
The questions raised by the snake demon were the same ones that Kongfan had asked the Buddha over and over again more than three hundred years ago.
Kong Fan looked at the vase in his hand and couldn't help but think of himself who was confused and looking for a solution more than three hundred years ago.
In the blink of an eye, more than three hundred years passed.
He still couldn't change anything.
A sharp pain on his forearm brought Kong Fan back from his distant thoughts.
"Ying Ji..." Kong Fan frowned and went to look for her immediately.
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When Kong Fan arrived, he saw Yingji sitting on a dead tree that had fallen by the roadside, bandaging the wound on her forearm.
A bear demon fell to the ground, dying.
Ling Jiayan praised from the side: "You did a great job just now."
Yingji raised her eyebrows and smiled, then asked, "Does this count as passing the test?"
"Of course. I didn't interfere at all. This bear monster is your trophy." Ling Jiayan said with a smile.
Yingji gazed at the dying bear demon and slowly let out a sigh of relief. She had killed the demon with only the talisman, without resorting to any other spiritual tools. This truly demonstrated her recent progress in talisman techniques.
Yingji noticed that Ling Jiayan was looking left and right, looking for something.
"Brother, what are you looking for?" she asked.
Ling Jiayan retracted his gaze and said, "Just now there was a powerful person with profound spiritual power nearby, but now he has disappeared. He must have just passed by."
Yingji said "Oh" casually. She stood up and wanted to go deeper into the valley to find another demon to practice with.
"Brother, if you have something to do, you don't have to accompany me. I have already troubled you a lot today." Ying Ji said sincerely.
Ling Jiayan hesitated for a moment, thinking that Ying Ji had no spiritual power after all. He was a little worried, so he still accompanied Ying Ji to continue searching for monsters and training.
"It's okay. Catching monsters is a serious matter anyway." Ling Jiayan smiled in a friendly manner.
Accompanied by Ling Jiayan, Yingji captured another demon. They didn't return until dark. Ling Jiayan accompanied Yingji all the way to the gate of the other palace.
Yingji returned to the courtyard in a cheerful mood. In the distance, she spotted a dim lamp burning beneath a ginkgo tree. Kongfan sat beside it, his eyes closed, chanting. The moonlight poured down, illuminating his snow-white monk's robes with a cool, otherworldly air.
Yingji walked over and knew that he had evening lessons, so she didn't disturb him.
She sat down opposite Kong Fan and took out the booklet that recorded Ling Jiayan's explanations over the past two days from her Qiankun bag. She reviewed them one by one, then took out the spirit-collecting pen and tried to write a few talismans.
These are the spells that Ling Jiayan taught it today.
Kong Fan opened his eyes at some point and quietly watched Ying Ji concentrate on writing the talisman.
When writing the Chengyu Talisman, Yingji's brows knitted together, and she shook her head from time to time. She held the pen in her hand for a long time, unable to put down the last few strokes.
"What's wrong?" Kong Fan asked.
"I didn't remember the Chengyu Talisman..." Ying Ji put down the half-written talisman. She stood up a little irritably and said, "I'll ask him again!"
"It's so late already." Kong Fan reminded gently.
Ying Ji looked up at the moon hanging high in the pitch-black night, feeling a little annoyed that she had forgotten the time. Going to find Ling Jiayan at this hour, he might have already rested or practiced, which seemed a bit inconvenient.
Yingji sighed, feeling somewhat guilty for not remembering the Chengyu Talisman well.
"Chengyu Talisman?" Kong Fan asked.
"Yeah." Yingji nodded. She continued to look at the dark night and the twinkling stars.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed in her dark vision, and then a golden talisman slowly appeared before her eyes, stroke by stroke.
"Chengyu Talisman..." Ying Ji murmured, slightly widening her eyes and looking at the talisman that was born among the stars.
She turned to look at Kong Fan in surprise and asked with delight, "Do you know talismans?"
"I know a little bit." Kong Fan paused slightly and said, "If you don't know anything, you can ask me."
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