Chapter 54054 Tonic
Chapter 54
Yingji met Kongfan by the lotus pond. The autumn wind blew her long black hair across her face, occasionally interrupting her gaze toward Kongfan. In the autumn wind, the Bodhi tree stood quietly, like a giant umbrella, protecting Kongfan, each leaf still in the breeze.
At this moment, Kong Fan had sealed his consciousness, unaware of anyone approaching. He was surrounded by golden light and fine, red bloodshot veins. Ying Ji looked closely and saw bloodshot veins streaking across Kong Fan's jade-white, smooth face. His calmness tinged with an eerie presence.
"Has Kong Fan ever told you about the Sky-Tearing Formation?" Wu Chen asked.
"What is that? I've never heard of it."
Wu Chen pondered how to explain this to Ying Ji in a few words. He was silent for a moment, then said, "This world we live in is sealed off for various reasons. We must lift the lid that covers our heads."
"What then? What's the point of uncovering it?" Ying Ji was completely bewildered. She raised her head and looked at the azure sky above her, but didn't see anything unusual.
"To restore order, to return this world to its proper state." Wu Chen looked at Ying Ji meaningfully. "For a fairer world."
Yingji looked at him suspiciously.
Born in this world, she didn't understand Wu Chen's words. The world returned to its proper state? What was proper? What was fairer?
There is no fairness in this world.
"What does this have to do with Kong Fan's recovery?" Ying Ji stared at Wu Chen. "The master simply feels I'm ruining his beloved disciple's cultivation and wants me to feel guilty and leave him."
Ying Ji chuckled softly and continued, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you, Master. I, Ying Ji, never claim to be a kind person, and I won't walk away in disgrace just because of what you said."
Wu Chen shook his head kindly.
"Donor, you've misunderstood. I had no intention of driving anyone away on Kong Fan's behalf. Whether it was recognizing his birth mother and returning to the palace to succeed him, or falling in love, it was all a training experience Kong Fan chose on his own initiative. It's just that the martial arts Kong Fan practices are unique. Every interaction between yin and yang can significantly reduce his spiritual power. When the protective spiritual power is exhausted, it can damage his internal organs, or even lead to death."
Wu Chen's calm eyes revealed a compassionate look. He looked at Ying Ji and asked, "Ying Ji, do you want spiritual power?"
Yingji suddenly looked up at him.
"Open this sky, and perhaps in that world where it should be, you too can possess spiritual power."
"Maybe?" Yingji frowned and stared at Wuchen, but her heart was filled with fear.
"Yes, maybe." Wu Chen looked up at the sky. "Monks don't lie. I can't say for sure what will happen after the Sky-Tearing Formation is activated."
Ying Ji asked anxiously, "When will it open?"
Only at this point did she begin to pay attention to the Sky-Tearing Formation that Wu Chen had mentioned.
Wu Chen turned his head and looked at Kong Fan under the Bodhi tree. He said, "Kong Fan is a crucial link in the Sky Tearing Formation. If his strength continues to decline, the Sky Tearing Formation will never be able to be activated."
"Yingji, for Kongfan's sake, and for your own sake. Don't let his spiritual power fade any further."
Wu Chen saw the scrutiny and suspicion in Ying Ji's eyes again. He shook his head helplessly. It seemed that she was indeed very suspicious and did not completely believe what he said.
The topic ended here and all the necessary points had been made. Wu Chen did not try to persuade him further. He glanced at his apprentice again and turned to leave.
Yingji stood there in a daze for a while, then walked towards Kongfan. She squatted down in front of Kongfan and stared at his bloodshot face from close range.
As she watched, she couldn't help but reach out, wanting to touch his face. Before her fingertips touched Kongfan, the still bodhi leaves suddenly fluttered like waves, rustling.
Yingji's thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and she quickly withdrew her hand, not touching Kongfan. She looked at Kongfan deeply, then stood up and left.
After returning to her residence, Yingji immediately searched through her Qiankun bag, and finally filled the entire square table with bottles and jars.
Basho sat to one side, watching for a long time with his head tilted, and asked, "Princess, what are you doing? Why did you take out all the poison?"
"Make money."
Basho understood—the princess was going to buy good things again!
Yingji put all the poison into an empty small Qiankun bag and walked out, saying, "Follow me."
Basho jumped off the stool and followed immediately.
Yingji went to the market and sold almost all the poisons on her body. Then she went to the "Yunling Pavilion" and bought some spiritual medicines that were very beneficial for cultivating spiritual power. Finally, she went to a pharmacy and used the remaining money to buy some precious medicinal materials.
The medicinal herbs she bought were also for making spiritual tonics.
The crowd was crowded. Ying Ji stood at the busy bridge, looking at the Qiankun bag filled with medicinal herbs in her hand, and felt a sense of emotion.
She once spent a lot of energy researching medicines to assist in spiritual cultivation, until she finally accepted her fate that she would never need these medicines, and stopped touching them.
Yingji took a different route, avoiding the hustle and bustle and leaving the city through a quiet alley. She did not go directly back to Pujia Temple, but went to the nearby mountains.
There are many herbs needed for refining medicine. She only bought the herbs that are difficult to collect. There are still many easy-to-pick herbs left, and she plans to find them herself.
There’s no way, I’m poor.
Yingji spent almost the entire day deep in the mountains. She had studied medicine since childhood, so gathering herbs was a daily routine, a task she mastered with ease. Bajiao didn't recognize the herbs, but she was strong enough to follow behind Yingji, carrying a bamboo basket on her back, and letting her place the herbs she'd gathered into the basket on her back.
The night was not peaceful in the mountains, and when it was getting dark, Yingji took Bajiao back home. Once there, Yingji carefully sorted the herbs she had collected.
The next two days were the same. She took Bajiao to the mountains to collect herbs during the day and came back to make medicine at night.
On the evening of the third day, Yingji looked at the setting sun, feeling hesitant. She was still missing a medicine, and she couldn't find it no matter how hard she tried.
Bajiao, holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, asked in a slurred voice, "It's getting dark. Are we going back to Puja Temple?"
Yingji was somewhat unwilling to give up, so she took Bajiao and went deep into the forest to look for him.
"Pibu grass!" Yingji was overjoyed.
"Found it? This is it?" Basho asked.
"It's not this one. What I'm looking for is silver dragon grass. Where there is Pibo grass, there must be silver dragon grass nearby." Yingji explained to Bajiao while looking forward more carefully.
Soon, she found traces of silver dragon grass, but it was only the roots. The silver dragon grass had been picked by someone else. Judging from the broken part, it must have been picked recently.
"There's a sound ahead." Basho said suddenly.
Yingji couldn't hear anything, so she took out her listening pen and listened, and sure enough, she heard a conversation in the distance.
"I'll trade you with silverfish grass."
After hearing this, Yingji immediately took Bajiao to look for the source of the sound.
A moment later, Yingji rushed over and saw seven or eight corpses.
Basho pointed in a direction.
Yingji hesitated for a moment and continued to chase.
Beside a gurgling stream, a young man covered in blood sat by the river, carefully washing the blood from his hands.
"Don't be afraid, little fish. This blood poison won't kill you." The young man smiled and talked to the fish swimming in the river.
Hearing his voice, Yingji recognized that it was the person who had previously possessed the silverfish grass.
Hearing footsteps, the boy turned around.
What a handsome and bright face. When the boy smiled, his smile was instantly dazzling.
Yingji didn't move forward, but kept a distance from him and said straight to the point: "I want the silverfish in your hand."
"What do you want in exchange?" The young man raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips became even brighter.
Ying Ji asked, "What medicinal herbs do you want? Maybe I have some here."
The young man shook off the water droplets on his hands, put his chin on his hand and thought seriously for a long time. He looked at Yingji, his face suddenly brightened, and said seriously: "Smile at me, and I will give it to you!"
"Really?" Yingji smiled, sneered.
"Hahaha." The young man laughed and shook his head, "Your words don't count—"
A hoarse and long whistle in the distance suddenly interrupted the boy's words. The boy's face changed suddenly, and he almost jumped up from the rocks by the river and rushed directly into the depths of the forest. When he passed by Ying Ji, he brought up a gust of wind.
Yingji looked in the direction he left in surprise.
"Is that whistle from the Death Chaser?" Ying Ji was a little surprised. The Death Chaser would lead the souls of the dead to the Well of Death. The Death Chaser only interacted with the dead. Why was this boy so afraid of the Death Chaser?
"I caught up." Basho raised his face.
As a tiger demon, Basho's perception is naturally incomparable to Yingji's.
Yingji hesitated for a moment, wondering where the young man came from, and asked Basho to lead the way.
The hoarse whistle was getting closer. Through the crisscrossing branches, Yingji could see the figures of several exorcists.
Isn't he a slayer?
It was completely dark, and Yingji had to squint her eyes more carefully to observe her surroundings.
Yingji's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. She had no time to react before she was pulled behind the tall bushes.
Yingji turned around and saw that the person who grabbed her was indeed the young man from before.
Ying Ji was about to threaten him to hand over the silverfish grass, otherwise she would call for the exorcism. The young man lowered his voice and said urgently, "Beautiful lady, save me, and I will give you the silverfish grass!"
To show his sincerity, he actually stuffed the silverfish directly into Yingji's hand.
Yingji was not a nosy person and she didn't want to help at all, but when she glanced around, she was surprised to see that the boy in front of her had his feet hanging in the air.
He...isn't a human?
Yes, no wonder he was afraid of the exorcists.
"How can I save you?"
"Touch me!" the young man said as he grabbed Yingji's hands and rubbed her palms against his face.
——He urgently needed the smell of a human body to cover up.
He was anxious and very strong. Ying Ji looked at his handsome face with disdain as her hands rubbed it into a state of disfigurement. She broke free from the boy's hand and quickly took out a jade coffin from her Qiankun bag.
The young man obviously recognized this thing. He subconsciously took a half step back and stared at the jade coffin vigilantly.
"Don't dare?" Yingji raised her eyebrows.
The faint smile on her face seemed to mock his cowardice. The whistle in the distance was getting closer and closer. The young man made up his mind and took the initiative to get into the jade coffin.
Yingji quickly put the jade coffin into the black wooden box.
Yingji couldn't detect it, but the exorcist who was searching from a distance immediately felt that the breath of the dead had disappeared.
A few exorcists searched briefly and then left.
Ying Ji waited for a long time before releasing the young man from the jade coffin.
The young man pressed his knees with his hands and bent over to cough. His face turned red and ugly because of the stuffiness.
Yingji scoffed, "You're a ghost, your feet don't touch the ground, what's the point of this posture?"
Indeed, this kind of supporting posture is useless for a ghost. The boy muttered something under his breath and said, "Thank you."
"No need. I got it in exchange for silver dragon grass. It's even."
The young man had recovered a lot. His eyes fell on the banana bamboo basket full of medicinal herbs and he looked at it a few more times.
Yingji didn't want to cause any trouble, so she ignored the boy and turned to go down the mountain.
It was almost midnight when we returned to Puja Temple.
Under the moonlight, Kong Fan, dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, sat in the courtyard with his eyes closed, twirling his Buddhist beads. Hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Ying Ji who had returned.
Yingji saw him and ran over quickly.
"When did you come? Have you come out of seclusion?" She bent down in front of Kong Fan and looked him in the eye.
"Not long." Kong Fan looked at her with a smile, his eyes sweeping her from top to bottom.
In the past, he could feel her pain because of the Tongsheng Gu, but now he can't know whether she is injured or not in the first place.
Ying Ji took out a porcelain bottle from her Qiankun bag, poured out a pill from it, and stuffed it into Kong Fan's mouth.
"have eaten!"
Kong Fan followed his instructions and swallowed the food before asking, "What?"
"It's an evil medicine that can make you obsessed with me!" Ying Ji deliberately teased him.
But Kong Fan had already felt the gentle spiritual power and knew that it was a tonic that would help with cultivation.
He put down the Buddhist beads in his hand and held Yingji's hand.
He sent a stream of his spiritual consciousness into her body.
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