Chapter 96096 Temple of Sacrifice
Chapter 96
Ying Ji used to think that the Nine Realms and Twelve Kingdoms were so big, but when she tore open the gray sky above her head, she realized that compared with the outside world, the Nine Realms and Twelve Kingdoms were as small as sand and gravel.
She walked aimlessly in a completely unfamiliar world, not knowing where to go or what to do.
She didn't know how long she had been walking when she was suddenly drawn back to her senses by a loud noise. The familiar sound of abuse drew her in.
In a narrow alley, she saw a little girl being bullied. She was frail, holding her head to avoid being beaten by a group of children.
Looking at the little girl, Yingji seemed to see herself when she was young.
The children dispersed, and the little girl who had been beaten stood up. She stared fiercely in the direction where the group of children ran away, and vowed, "I will practice diligently, become a powerful swordsman, and kill you all!"
The little girl clenched her fists, and a faint light and shadow emerged.
Yingji was stunned. She reached out her hand like the little girl, and indeed, she caught the scattered spiritual energy.
Before, she had no idea what this was. But with Kong Fan's spiritual power within her, she instantly sensed that this was the spiritual power she had longed to possess since childhood.
It turns out that this little girl is not the same as her.
In that cage, the things she was destined not to obtain were like air in the outside world. As long as you wanted to practice and were willing to work hard, you could get them.
Yingji suddenly felt that the real world outside was so wonderful.
But why was she born into such an unfair world?
Yingji soon found out the reason.
After all, the Sky-Tearing Formation caused so much noise that it alarmed the gods in heaven, so the truth was quickly discovered and spread.
It turned out that two little gods from Wanque Mountain were drinking and playing chess, jokingly making a bet, wanting to know what it would be like if such a virtual world were created.
One little deity bet that people born with spiritual powers would take care of people born without spiritual powers, while another little deity bet that people with spiritual powers would treat people without spiritual powers as slaves or pets.
The bet is a jar of wine.
Yingji smiled.
It's really funny.
She laughed out loud, and then tears fell as she laughed.
The two little fairies received only minor punishments, and the matter was then forgotten.
Yingji wondered if others who had escaped from the cage like her had also let it go in the same way, but she wouldn't.
She clenched her fist and swore like the little girl.
What she wanted was never powerful strength, but the qualification to obtain power.
"Aying?"
A familiar voice came from behind.
Yingji put away the cruelty in her eyes, turned around and saw Ling Jiayan.
Ling Jiayan smiled bitterly. He had a lot to say, but in the end, he just asked, "Since we've met, how about I treat you to tea?"
Yingji didn't refuse.
The two of them sat down in a teahouse on a busy street. The tea was served, steaming hot, but Yingji didn't drink it. Instead, she turned her head and looked out the wide-open window at the real world outside.
"What are your plans next?"
Ling Jiayan wanted to ask her if she was willing to go with him back to the sect.
"Looking for someone." Yingji said without hesitation.
Ten years later, Ruisheng Mountain.
Yingji searched for a long time and finally found the newborn tiger cub. The injured tigress died of exhaustion after giving birth to the cub.
Yingji looked at the hungry little tiger, held its warm and wet body in her arms with trembling hands, and then touched the word "king" between her eyebrows with her fingertips to give it intelligence.
The tiger cub howled a few times, and its bright eyes gradually became bright. It lay obediently in Yingji's arms, looking at her with its big eyes without blinking.
Yingji buried the tigress and carefully cared for the cub all day. In the evening, the cub nestled in her arms, looked up at her, and asked naively, "Who are you?"
Yingji was just about to say I am your sister when the tiger cub roared, called out "Mom", and then fell into her arms.
Yingji was stunned, thinking that this was fine. She gently touched Basho's head.
Basho raised his head and smiled at her with his dirty tiger face.
Looking at her little white teeth, Yingji thought to herself that she would definitely protect her fangs well this time.
Another thirty years later, Hongfu Sect.
A group of female nuns came back arm in arm, chatting and laughing.
"Junior sister, hurry up!"
"I'm coming." Mu Jin walked at the end, holding her skirt in one hand and a wooden basket full of wild flowers in the other.
After stepping over the stepping stone on the cool stream, Mu Jin stopped and looked at the girl standing by the stream in confusion.
She was a girl with extremely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, standing alone by the stream in a red dress, looking over here.
Is she looking at herself? Is she crying?
Mu Jin walked forward suspiciously, smiled softly, and asked, "Girl, why are you here alone?"
Yingji looked at Mujin, tears falling one by one, unable to stop.
Mu Jin frowned slightly. "Did you encounter any difficulties?" She smiled again, teasingly, "Are you still lost and can't find your way home?"
Yingji said inexplicably, "I'm hungry."
Mu Jin was slightly startled. She looked up at the setting sun and took Ying Ji's hand. "Let's go to my place and have something to eat."
Yingji looked at the two people holding hands. The warmth from their hands reminded her that all this was real. She slowly raised her eyes to look at Mujin who was walking in front of her.
The small wooden house decorated with flowers was pushed open. Mu Jin pulled Ying Ji to sit down, poured her a cup of hot tea, and said, "Wait here for me. I picked a lot of flowers today and will make some flower cakes."
Yingji watched Mujin go out and looked around Mujin's house.
She still loves flowers and plants as much as before, and she still likes wearing red dresses as much as before.
Yingji didn't drink the tea, but stood up and walked towards Mujin.
"Don't come over here. Be careful of the fumes." Mu Jin turned around and smiled. "Just go wait in front."
Yingji's feet froze at the door, staring at Mujin in a daze.
Many, many years ago, Mu Jin repeatedly drove her out of the kitchen. Later, Ying Ji frowned and looked up at her and asked her, "What should I do if I never know how to cook?"
At that time, Mu Jin stuffed a piece of shortbread into her mouth and smiled at her: "With my sister here, you will never lack a bite to eat!"
Yingji looked at Mujin in front of her, but her whole body was trapped in the chaotic memories of the distant past.
The flower cakes were ready, and Mu Jin had also prepared some simple side dishes. She smiled softly and offered the chopsticks to Ying Ji. "Here, try it and see how it tastes."
Yingji ate slowly, one bite after another.
When Jianfeng was alive, he tried his best to find out what she liked to eat. She told everyone that she hated the fact that she had to eat as a mortal, so she only felt disgust towards food.
This is not entirely true, it's just that at that time she could no longer eat the things she liked to eat.
As long as it is made by Mu Jin, even the most ordinary white rice is the best delicacy in the world to Yu Yingji.
"Why are you crying again?" Mu Jin frowned and sighed, "Is it really that unpalatable? My senior sisters all said that what I cook tastes terrible... I've worked very hard to learn..."
Yingji couldn't help herself. She smiled and shook her head: "It's delicious."
"You're lying. You're crying while eating." Mu Jin's voice was gentle, and her slow tone was naturally soft and coaxing.
"No." Tears blurred Yingji's vision. She quickly wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "You just look a lot like my sister."
Yingji didn't want to recognize Mujin. It was good enough that Mujin had a new life and was living a good life now.
"Is that so..." Mu Jin was silent for a long time. "I have many senior sisters in the sect, but I haven't had a junior sister yet. So from now on, you can be my younger sister, and let me be my older sister for once, okay?"
When Yingji reacted, she had already nodded obediently.
Mu Jin smiled, a faint dimple forming on her lips. "Then you have to come to my place tomorrow to try my cooking and have dinner with me, okay?"
"Since we've agreed, don't cry."
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Another fifteen years passed, and we arrived at Jianfeng Valley.
Ling Jiayan followed the letter and came here. He walked into the valley and walked along a long path full of blooming flowers.
In front of him were pavilions and waterside terraces, and a row of wooden houses built in a sea of flowers appeared in his sight.
From time to time, you can hear the laughter of girls hidden deep in the sea of flowers.
Ling Jiayan saw Yingji sitting under the apricot tree from afar. She lowered her head and fiddled with a dim Buddhist bead between her fingers.
The breeze from the mountain stream was gentle and soft, slowly blowing the hem of her red gauze skirt and the hairband on her black hair. The hairband was blown back again and again, and the small silver bells on it made some light and crisp sounds from time to time.
Yingji opened her eyes: "Brother, sit down."
Ling Jiayan sat down opposite Ying Ji and said with a smile, "Junior sister, do you like flowers so much? This Jianfeng Valley is almost becoming a sea of flowers."
Yingji curled her lips and said, "My sister likes it."
The laughter in the distance was getting closer. Ling Jiayan looked over curiously and saw a group of little girls surrounding an older girl to ask for flower cakes. The little girls kept calling out: Big sister, big sister!
These young girls were all apprentices picked up by Yingji from outside. However, Yingji didn't like them to call her Master, as the title of Master sounded very old, so she asked them to call her Sister.
The little girls call Yingji sister, so they can only call Yingji's sister big sister.
Mu Jin had been a junior sister in the sect for so many years, and she was quite uncomfortable with having so many younger sisters all of a sudden. She felt embarrassed at first, but only got used to it in recent years.
Ling Jiayan retracted his gaze, looked at Ying Ji, and said, "I've found out what you asked me to do for you."
Ling Jiayan stared at Yingji, but saw that she had no reaction.
He couldn't help but ask: "Actually, you found out yourself, right?"
After a while, Yingji nodded slightly.
"You've never been there?" Ling Jiayan pressed. "Are you afraid to go?"
Yingji didn't say anything.
Ling Jiayan was silent for a moment, then said with amusement, "Aying, did you know that Master Daozhen is actually his disciple's grandson? When I found out, I almost dropped my jaw."
Yingji lowered her eyelids and a smile appeared on her lips.
"Sister! Sister!" A little girl ran over, "Kong Jing is here again!"
Yingji's face darkened instantly, and she said helplessly, "Let him wait!"
She sighed again and said to Ling Jiayan, "Wait a minute, I'll go and fool him a little."
Ling Jiayan laughed.
He had learned of Yingji's distress from her letters. Kongfan had once left Kongjing a box of his own handwritten reflections on Buddhist scriptures. Kongjing would always consult Yingji whenever he encountered a problem.
Yingji hated those boring Buddhist scriptures, but she happened to have Kong Jing's memories. Every time Kong Jing came to ask for advice, Yingji would almost instinctively blurt out the answers. Those Buddhist principles were imprinted in the deepest part of her memory.
Ling Jiayan waited for more than half an hour before Yingji came back.
"It's so troublesome." Yingji complained.
Ling Jiayan looked at her and said, "Actually, you really like Kong Jing asking you questions, right?"
With Yingji's personality, how could she make things difficult for herself?
As for things related to Kongfan, I just enjoy them and they are not troublesome at all.
Yingji raised her eyelids to look at him and said coldly, "Why are you trying to guess what I'm thinking all day? Do you have a lot of free time?"
Ling Jiayan shook his head and smiled, "I always admire Kong Fan. He actually dared to share all his memories with another person. Wouldn't such a confession reveal all his secrets and shame?"
"He has no secrets or shame." Yingji said without hesitation.
If there is, it is only related to her and it is all her fault.
"Sister! Sister!" Bajiao rushed over with a fierce look on his face and placed two bowls of fruit on the table. "Big sister asked me to bring them!"
Yingji bent her index finger and tapped her head, warning: "Call me mother!"
Basho made a face at her. "I'm not your daughter at all! They all call you sister, so I want to call you sister too! Sister, sister, sister..." Basho shouted as he ran away.
Ling Jiayan smiled for a while, then said seriously, "Aying, go to his memorial hall and see him, and see his original body."
"No, he's not who he is." Yingji said irritably, "Whether he is or not, he's dead."
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