Chapter 5 005 Drugging
Chapter 5
Yingji fell into a semi-comatose state and heard the conversation between two women beside her. She recognized the voice of one of them as the girl who took her away from Kongfan.
"A mortal was so badly injured, yet he was still conscious?"
"The bones have been reconnected. She has no spiritual power left, so the only way to recover is by drinking medicine."
Yingji's vigilance prevented her from sleeping soundly. From time to time, she could hear footsteps of people walking in the house, and occasionally the sound of doors opening and closing.
She felt a little sore, but it was okay. She had experienced the most painful injuries before.
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Queen Mother Xue and others were waiting under the Bodhi tree.
She turned around and saw her son slowly walking towards her. In a trance, it was as if she could see his father through Kong Fan's figure.
Queen Mother Xue arranged a grand and comfortable bedroom for Kong Fan, but Kong Fan rested under the Bodhi tree every day and refused to be served by any palace servants.
Queen Mother Xue thought that this was probably the practice of the monks. She didn't understand the way of practice and could only feel distressed.
"Are you angry?" asked Queen Mother Xue.
Kong Fan shook his head.
Queen Mother Xue took a step forward, her brow furrowed. "I went against your wishes, using the pretext of catching monsters to wage war against the Beicang Kingdom, resulting in countless casualties. Aren't you angry?"
"Mother did make mistakes." Kong Fan's expression was calm and collected. "We should recite sutras and repent for the souls lost in the war."
Queen Mother Xue carefully observed Kong Fan's expression, making sure he wasn't angry. Queen Mother Xue smiled tiredly and shouted, "I've killed so many people! I never repent!"
She approached Kong Fan and stared into his eyes, wishing she could see anger, disappointment, or even disgust in her son's eyes.
But there was nothing.
Everyone says that he is a living Buddha and the embodiment of goodness, and everyone kneels down to worship him and admires him.
But this is not what she wants!
How could this child, the one she had searched for for centuries, be completely devoid of human emotion? Besides his insensitive charity, what else could he do? What else was there in his heart? Was his heart still alive?
"Kong Fan repents for his mother and helps her soul to be reborn." Kong Fan said calmly.
Queen Mother Xue suddenly turned around. Tears welled up in her eyes and threatened to fall, but she didn't want Kong Fan to see them.
The adorable image of her son, babbling as a child, emerged in her mind. Perhaps these four hundred years of searching were a mistake; her son had been lost forever when he was lost four hundred years ago. A mother-son reunion was merely her obsession; he didn't want to return. He wanted to find his way and spread his goodness.
But Empress Dowager Xue was unwilling to give up. She was unwilling to accept that after four hundred years of hard searching, the person she found seemed to no longer be her son.
The people around her advised her that since Kong Fan agreed to return to the palace, she would be able to enjoy the happiness of mother and son forever.
But her physical deterioration reminded her every day that she didn't have that much time to wait.
Queen Mother Xue suppressed the tears in her eyes, turned around, and smiled at her unfamiliar son. She said, "The woman I snatched back from the Kingdom of Beicang has blood on her hands and has committed countless crimes. Do you think she should be forgiven?"
"It is never too late to turn back. Everyone should have the opportunity to repent."
"Okay." Queen Mother Xue said, "I like her very much. You can't stay with me, and I want her to spend my old age with me. Help me convert her, make her repent, and let her wash the blood off her hands before she comes to stay with me."
Kong Fan raised his palm and nodded in agreement.
He helps every person who has gone astray to return to the right path, and he saves every soul that should repent.
She is no different from anyone else.
The Bodhi tree hummed softly, and Kong Fan turned around and watched Queen Mother Xue walk away. Looking at Queen Mother Xue's thin back, Kong Fan vaguely sensed her sadness.
But Kong Fan didn't understand why Queen Mother Xue was sad.
Everything is empty, and no one and nothing should disturb the peace of mind.
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The medicine that Xun Nianzhen asked the doctor to prescribe for Yingji was really not very good. Yingji endured the pain in her body and sat up, looking for herbs in her Qiankun bag and made the medicine herself.
Making medicine is boring and time-consuming. While fiddling with the herbs, she took out her listening earphones and listened casually.
She had indeed heard useful information—the palace had dispatched a large number of personnel to capture the monster that had escaped from the Demon Suppression Tower. Kong Fan was likely to capture the Black Python himself.
Yingji frowned.
Mortals and cultivators have different lifespans, and their perceptions of time have subtly changed. It's not uncommon for cultivators to be away for three to five years, or even over ten years, to capture a powerful demon.
She didn't have that much time. If Kong Fan really wanted to leave the palace, she should find a way to go with him.
Hearing the footsteps, Yingji quickly put away Lingbei and the herbs.
Not long after, Xun Nianzhen strode in.
"Are you awake?" Xun Nianzhen leaned against the door with his arms folded. "If you wake up, you can tell me why the black python took you away."
Yingji hesitated for a moment before shaking her head: "I don't know."
"Did the Black Python tell you anything?"
Yingji shook her head gently and lay down softly, "I'm tired and need to rest."
"You!" Xun Nianzhen waved his sleeves and went to reply to Kong Fan.
After Xun Nianzhen walked away, Yingji sat up. She remembered what the black python had said when it had grabbed her, and she carefully took out a small, round jade pendant from her Qiankun capsule.
She gently stroked the nine-tailed carving on the jade pendant with her fingertips, then put the jade pendant around her neck and hid it inside her close-fitting clothes.
She seemed to have thought of a reason to follow Kong Fan out of the palace.
A charming and cunning smile slowly appeared on Yingji's lips.
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"She's avoiding my gaze, she must be lying!" Xun Nian said with certainty.
Kong Yu approached from a distance and said, "We found out that before the Demon Suppression Tower was destroyed, a flower demon escaped from Xingji Palace. The servant saw Yingji chasing that flower demon with his own eyes."
"I told you!" Xun Nianzhen's eyes lit up. "How could the Demon Suppression Tower be destroyed so suddenly? There must be someone colluding with them from both inside and outside! Ying Ji is a mortal, so no one can stop her from moving around, making it the easiest for her to do so! Otherwise, Black Python wouldn't have risked coming back to rescue her after escaping!"
Kong Yu thought for a moment and nodded, "Although Ying Ji is a mortal, she's quite capable. She's done a lot of earth-shattering things, both actively and passively. She's definitely suspicious."
The two of them talked for a long time, and Kong Fan sat on the side without saying a word.
"Brother?" Kong Yu asked, "Should we send him to the Demon Guards for questioning?"
Thinking of her scarred appearance when she fell into the Red Fire Mountain, Kong Fan stopped turning his Buddhist beads and said, "I'll go ask her."
In the evening, Kong Fan stepped into the Xingji Palace for the first time.
The door was open, and the shimmering beaded curtain swayed gently in the wind, flickering with light and shadow. Through the swaying beaded curtain, Kong Fan saw Ying Ji sitting by the bed.
She tilted her face slightly, her eyes blank, and remained motionless, like a painting.
"Yingji." Kong Fan called her from outside the bead curtain.
Yingji slowly turned her head and pursed her lips. She said nothing, just staring at Kongfan through the beaded curtain.
Kong Fan moved the beaded curtain and stepped in. The curtain swayed behind him, making a crisp sound, and then gradually returned to silence.
Kong Fan walked up to Ying Ji and took in her complexion with a distant, clear gaze. He knew her injuries were probably no longer a problem.
He asked, "What did the black python say to you when it took you away?"
"He said 'You are not her', and he asked me 'Where is she'." Yingji spoke softly.
"who is she?"
"He didn't say that." Yingji lied again.
Kong Fan frowned and asked again, "Why didn't you tell Xun Nianzhen?"
Yingji was sitting on the edge of the bed. Ever since Kongfan came in, she had been looking up at him. At this moment, she suddenly avoided his gaze and turned her face away.
"Yingji, look at me."
Yingji frowned slightly, then slowly raised her eyes, her charming features forever moistened with a layer of moisture. When she looked at people, she was filled with a charming light and shadow.
Their eyes met, Kong Fan's clear gaze piercing Ying Ji's. He used the Divine Submergence Technique to enter Ying Ji's consciousness. He wanted to know what she was thinking at the moment, what she was hiding.
Yingji looked at Kongfan obediently, her expression gentle and submissive. However, a slight smile played at the corner of her lips, hinting at a subtle amusement.
How could she not know the art of submerging the spirit?
She had no spiritual power, so she would never be able to use this rogue technique in her life. However, too many people had used it on her, so she was very familiar with the Divine Submergence Technique.
She couldn't stop others from using the Submergence Technique on her, but she could control her own mind.
So, what Kong Fan saw was...
Kong Fan stepped into a vast expanse of white mist. He walked slowly forward, the hem of his snow-white monk's robe wet by the mist. As he walked further, he saw a familiar figure.
That figure is him.
The thick, sticky fog suddenly dissipated in an instant. Without warning, he saw himself naked, and Yingji, also completely naked. She clung to him, her slender hand, adorned with silver bells, caressing his chest and placing a moist kiss on the side of his neck.
With a loud bang, something exploded in Kong Fan's mind. He retreated hastily, exiting Ying Ji's consciousness.
In reality, Kong Fan even staggered back half a step, which was a rare loss of composure.
The satisfaction hidden in Yingji's gentle smile was deep. She twisted her fingertips lightly, twisting away a little spice on the fingertips.
Under normal circumstances, Ying Ji would not be able to successfully drug someone with such powerful spiritual power as Kong Fan, but now his mind is shaken, which is the best time.
Yingji stood up and hurriedly went to support Kongfan, and quietly rubbed the spice that had spread on her fingertips on Kongfan's monk's robe.
"What's wrong, Your Majesty?" Yingji looked at him innocently.
Kong Fan looked at her innocent and helpless eyes, but a scene from her mind emerged before his eyes. She was actually thinking and thinking in her mind...
"I..." Yingji's eyelashes trembled, and the moisture in her eyes gradually turned into tears. The heavy tears still lingered in her eyes, about to fall.
She felt wronged and guilty, her voice trembling softly: "I didn't tell Miss Xun because if I told her, I wouldn't be able to see His Majesty..."
Kong Fan's thin lips moved slightly, and he silently recited a sutra of tranquility, and his whole heart quickly calmed down.
He took a step back and instantly turned back into the aloof and cold monk Kongfan.
"Take good care of your injuries." Kong Fan turned and left, the bead curtain brushing against the shoulders of his monk's robe, making a slight rustling sound.
Yingji watched Kongfan leave. She lazily sat back on the bed, chuckled, and blew off the remaining spices on her fingertips.
It was not some poisonous incense that could kill people, but just a small gift she gave to Kong Fan to make him have a good dream.
The smile on Yingji's lips gradually became joyful.
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That night, Kong Fan recited a long evening sutra, closed his eyes, rested under the Bodhi tree, and fell asleep in the moonlight.
He never dreams, and when he sleeps his heart and mind are both in a state of peace and tranquility.
But that night, Kong Fan had a dream.
A wet snake wrapped itself around his legs, slowly crawling up his body and wrapping itself around him, its damp tongue flicking against the side of his face.
In his dream, he did not feel any danger, but rather an uncomfortable dampness, as if he was being entangled by this soft snake and sinking into the deep water.
The surging sensation brought by the snake's tongue flickering in and out beside his face seemed somewhat familiar. The last scene in the dream suddenly changed to the scene he had seen in Yingji's consciousness today.
Kong Fan suddenly opened his eyes and broke free from the wet dream.
He sat up, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and chanted the Tranquil Mind Sutra, his voice gradually becoming calm.
After a long time, when he opened his eyes again, they were clear.
Kong Fan carefully recalled every detail that happened when he met Ying Ji today, and he keenly felt that something seemed wrong.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at his monk's robe.
In an instant, Kongfan's figure disappeared from under the Bodhi tree.
Kong Fan stood outside the Xingji Palace, looking at the light on in Yingji's room.
Yingji's figure flashed past the window.
Kong Fan pushed open the door.
Yingji turned around, looked at him in surprise, and hurriedly stuffed something into her robe.
She looked like she had just taken a bath, and even the loose robe she wore could not hide the dampness all over her body.
Kong Fan stretched out his hand towards her: "Take it out."
Yingji backed away and shook her head.
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