Chapter 56056 Antidote
Chapter 56
On the way back, Kong Fan walked ahead, listening to Ying Ji and Jian Feng, who were lagging behind. They talked about the herbs they had picked that day and which direction they planned to go tomorrow to look for herbs.
After returning home, Yingji immediately cleaned up the medicinal herbs that had been drying in the yard all day.
Kong Fan walked over to help.
Jianfeng was curious and looked at the various herbs in the yard. "You have so many herbs here! Ah Ying, are you a doctor?"
"no."
Jianfeng would occasionally bring Yingji a few unfamiliar herbs. At first, Yingji would answer patiently, but then she would ask, speechless, "Why didn't I realize you were so ignorant when we were picking herbs? You don't recognize this or that."
Jian Feng shrugged nonchalantly and said, "I only know the herbs needed to make Hidden Death Powder."
He came up with another herb: "What is this? It's very beautiful, it looks like a hibiscus flower."
Ying Ji glanced at it and said casually, "The crow flower is extremely poisonous."
Jian Feng chuckled: "You can poison others, but you can't kill me."
He was dead.
Kong Fan was silently collecting herbs. For the first time, he felt that other people's conversations were so noisy. He began to miss the nights when he and Ying Ji were the only ones in the yard.
The dried herbs were gathered up, and Jian Feng had vanished. Only Kong Fan and Ying Ji remained in the courtyard. Kong Fan turned to see Ying Ji busily weighing various herbs and placing them into the medicine pot. The ingredients were complex, and she frowned slightly as she carefully weighed them while silently reciting the prescription, fearing any mistakes.
Kong Fan stood aside and watched for a long time, without disturbing her, and left quietly.
Kong Fan did not return to the lotus pond, but went to the Siguo Pavilion.
Wudao sat in front of the Buddha statue, reciting scriptures with his eyes closed. When he felt Kongfan's arrival, he did not open his eyes nor stop reciting the scriptures.
"Master, do you still think you are not wrong?" Kong Fan stood in front of Wudao.
Wudao finished reciting the scriptures before speaking, "Kongfan, my uncle advises you to send her away as soon as possible. The Hidden Village is the most suitable place for her to spend her last years."
Kong Fan sighed and said softly, "Uncle Master, even if you possess greater power, you do not have the right to control the freedom of others. We can only persuade and teach, not force others to go against their original wishes. We cannot be the rulers of all living beings."
Wudao opened his eyes, stared at Kongfan, and said, "Kongfan, I only know that she will destroy you."
Kong Fan retorted, "How can others destroy my true self?"
Wudao sighed and shook his head. "Are the Buddhist precepts and rules passed down through the ages useless doctrines? One day, because of her, you will no longer care about your sentient beings."
Kong Fan raised his head and looked up at the tall and compassionate Buddha statue.
All living beings are in his heart, and she is also a living being, so she can naturally be in his heart. Even if her weight in his heart is small, he will not abandon all living beings.
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The next few days were very busy for Kong Fan. He needed to sort out various tedious matters before his next retreat. He had to teach at Phuka Monastery and deal with a large number of memorials sent from Chaoxi.
He was the abbot of Puja Temple and also the emperor of Chaoxi.
Every evening, he would go with Yingji to sort the medicinal materials and watch her concentrate on cooking the medicine.
Sometimes Yingji would take out some pills and stuff them into his mouth.
Kong Fan took the medicine silently every time.
He would also ask, "Yingji, are you testing medicine on me?"
"Yes." Yingji smiled and brought another bowl of medicine. "Don't worry, it won't kill you."
The brown medicine had a foul smell and was bubbling.
"Ugh - it stinks!" Jianfeng pinched his nose from a distance and shook his head in disgust.
"I didn't ask you to drink!" Ying Ji glared at him.
Kong Fan took the medicine from Ying Ji's hand and drank it all with a smile.
Jianfeng floated over in surprise, approached Kongfan, and asked, "Monk, how can you drink it like water? How can you even drink this?"
Kong Fan smiled and said softly, "If you think of it as water, it will be water. If you think of it as fairy dew, it will be fairy—"
Before Kong Fan could finish his words, Ying Ji suddenly stuffed something into his mouth again, interrupting him.
Yingji raised her eyebrows and smiled: "This, what do you think it is?"
Kong Fan chewed slowly, the sweet taste of the fresh lychee spreading between his lips and teeth.
"It's sugar."
He didn't need to think about it, because what Yingji stuffed into his mouth was actually candy to relieve the bitterness.
Kong Fan was about to go into seclusion for the second time. He looked at Ying Ji and said, "I'm always in the lotus pond. Come find me if you need anything."
Yingji nodded.
Kong Fan left the courtyard, thinking that this retreat was extremely important. He wanted to try a new method of gathering spirits.
At the same time, he was pressed for time. He had to end his retreat before Yingji's next attack of the poison. He didn't want to delay any longer. As soon as this training session was over, he had to immediately find an antidote for Yingji and not let the Hehuan Yue Love Water trap her any longer.
After watching Kong Fan walk away, Jian Feng floated to Ying Ji and asked curiously, "A Ying, what is your relationship with this monk?"
Yingji lowered her head, carefully trimming a handful of herbs. She said, "The relationship between hunter and prey."
"Who is the hunter and who is the prey?" Jianfeng asked.
Yingji looked up at him speechlessly - how could he ask such a stupid question?
A streak of light suddenly floated over from a distance, Yingji raised her hand and caught the letter sent to her.
——A letter written to her by Empress Dowager Xue.
In the letter, Queen Mother Xue asked Ying Ji about the progress of the matter and asked Ying Ji to persuade Kong Fan to return to the palace.
Ying Ji frowned in annoyance. She didn't report to Queen Mother Xue as she had done before, but instead replied with a single question: When will the Samsara Well be opened?
Jianfeng sat aside, watching Yingji send the letter away. His bright eyes rolled around, and in the blink of an eye, he had floated in front of Yingji.
"Aying, there are limited spiritual herbs in the mountains nearby. Do you want to go somewhere else with me to collect herbs?"
"Where do you want to go?"
Hearing Yingji ask this, Jianfeng hurriedly said: "Hao Qingyuan! I need Yuqingzhu!"
Yingji was lost in thought and didn't answer immediately.
Jian Feng hurriedly tried to persuade him again: "Anyway, your old lover is going to be in seclusion for a long time, and we have nothing to do anyway, right? There are so many treasures in Hao Qingyuan. Are you really not interested? There is no other reason not to go except that it is far away!"
"Can you help me catch Haoqing Falcon?" Ying Ji asked.
Jianfeng was stunned for a moment.
The Hao Qing Falcon is a bird of prey imbued with Hao Qingyuan's vicious aura and prefers to gather in large flocks. Catching a Hao Qing Falcon is no easy task.
But Jianfeng really wanted to go to Haoqingyuan to get the Yuqing Bamboo, which was necessary for refining the Yinwang Powder.
Jian Feng gritted his teeth and said, "Take me to Hao Qing Yuan, and I'll find a way to help you catch a Hao Qing Falcon!"
On the way to Hao Qingyuan, they had to pass through the Ghost Market, where many exorcists passed by every day. It was too dangerous for Jian Feng. He had to find someone to help him hide the smell of the dead at night.
Of course, Yingji would not rely entirely on Jianfeng. Even if it was an exchange of interests, she could not pin all her hopes on others.
She did not set off immediately, but spent three days dealing with the elixirs that were drying and cooking in the yard, and then used the spirit-collecting pen to prepare all the necessary talismans in advance.
She even reorganized the various spiritual weapons in her Qiankun bag in case of emergency.
The night before leaving, Yingji finally took the antidote to the Hehuan Yue Love Water before going to bed.
She held the empty bottle, frowning in confusion.
She didn't know how to explain to Kong Fan that she had the antidote to the Hehuan Yue Love Water.
How could she, a selfish person who cherishes her life, take the initiative to consume a poison that has no antidote?
From the beginning, she had the antidote.
How could she explain to Kong Fan that she was using his kindness to trick him into breaking his vows? She even caused him to lose a lot of spiritual power.
His injury and loss were unnecessary and completely meaningless.
The night was long and silent, and Yingji's gentle sighs lingered in the darkness.
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A dozen days later, Yingji, Jianfeng, and Bajiao arrived at Haoqingyuan. They encountered some risks along the way, but fortunately, the three of them avoided them and finally reached their destination.
Yingji quickened her pace and headed towards Hao Qingyuan.
"Sister Aying!" Jianfeng chased after her.
Yingji glanced at him with disdain. "Three hundred years old, who are you calling sister?"
"But I was only sixteen when I died!" Jianfeng said confidently.
Suddenly a bird swooped down, and Yingji dodged backwards in time, but was still pecked on the back of her hand.
Yingji's face suddenly changed, and she quickly took the painkillers and sprinkled them on the back of her hand.
She didn't want to get hurt, didn't want Kong Fan to feel her pain, and didn't want Kong Fan to wake up from his retreat forcibly.
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