Chapter 4 004 Sweet Rain
Chapter 4
The Demon-Suppressing Tower that once towered into the clouds was split in half, and the black python, a huge demon that was suppressed in the Demon-Locking Tower, broke out of the tower. Its huge body circled in the sky, howling angrily.
One after another, demons and spirits slipped out of the destroyed demon-suppressing tower and fled everywhere.
When Kong Fan arrived, Xun Nianzhen and Kong Yu were fighting the black python. Even if they fought together, it was still a bit difficult.
"Brother!" Kong Yu looked back, "More and more monsters are escaping!"
"Seal the demon tower again." Kong Fan said.
Kong Yu hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance with Xun Nianzhen, and simultaneously withdrew his hands, no longer caring about the black python, and quickly flew towards the Demon-Suppressing Tower below.
The black python was filled with resentment at being suppressed, and its eyes were red with killing intent. It would not allow Kong Yu and Xun Nianzhen to stop, so it roared and swung its long tail to chase after them.
A subtle sound made the black python's heart tremble. A golden barrier blocked his way, with Sanskrit characters faintly visible on it.
The black python opened its huge mouth and spewed out blazing fire. The raging fire burned the barrier in front of it with the force of a prairie fire.
When the barrier was burned to ashes, Kong Fan's slender figure appeared in the flames.
"It's never too late to turn back." Kong Fan raised his palm, his clear eyes looking at the black python with peace and compassion. His snow-white monk's robes fluttered behind him in the wind.
The raging fire surrounded him, but was afraid of him and dared not get close.
"You bunch of hypocritical people!" A thick black mist gathered around the black python, and the terrifying power gradually condensed into substance in front of his huge body, forming a huge black ball.
The black python suddenly attacked and threw the black ball containing tremendous demonic power towards Kong Fan.
Kong Fan remained motionless, only the wide sleeves of his snow-white monk's robe fluttered behind him like clouds and mist. As the black ball was about to hit him, he parted his thin lips and recited a sutra.
The black ball suddenly changed direction and attacked the black python.
Black Python's expression changed drastically. He knew better than anyone how terrifying this attack, condensed in his fury, was! He quickly formed a shield to protect himself. Before the barrier could form, the black ball attacked with scorching heat, but it exploded silently before reaching Black Python, sending countless tiny black fragments floating around him.
The black python was stunned, and immediately thought that he was being fooled. He became furious and launched an even more powerful attack!
The enraged giant python stirred up clouds and mist in the air, attacking non-stop. Kong Fan, who was insignificant compared to it, remained motionless, taking each of its attacks lightly.
Yingji had just arrived. She mingled among the people and looked up at the one-sided battle in the sky with the people around her.
From time to time, little demons would escape and pass by, but Chaoxi Kingdom’s demon guards would rush in from all directions to catch them.
Ying Ji didn't dare let others know what she wanted to do, so she had to give up and use the magic weapon to steal the monster at this time.
As a great demon, the Black Python could not accept being teased by someone as high and mighty as Kong Fan.
Kong Fan looked at the almost exhausted black python, slowly raised his hand, and pointed his fingertips into the air. A transparent barrier shimmering with golden light flew towards the black python's net.
The black python looked at the faintly visible Sanskrit text and bared its teeth. It roared fiercely at Kong Fan: "You might as well kill me!"
He never wanted to return to the Demon-Suppressing Tower where the sun never shines!
Kong Fan's eyes were clear, "I, a poor monk, do not kill."
Just before being caught in the net, a cunning look flashed in the black python's eyes. He suddenly launched a final blow, not at Kong Fan, but at the thick clouds above the distant street.
Kong Fanji frowned invisibly.
He shattered the thick clouds, transforming them into a torrential downpour. The rain, mingled with his demonic power and possessing a corrosive quality, was shrouded by the vast cloud. Beneath this vast expanse of cloud lay the onlookers, the people of Chaoxi.
"Not good!" Yingji keenly sensed the danger and quickly ran towards the shops on the side to find shelter.
She quickly noticed something unusual and was surprised to find that no one around her was hiding. Under such circumstances, these people, whether spiritual or mortal, should have known that the falling black rain was dangerous!
Yingji frowned and turned back.
Kong Fan was looking at this side. He raised his hand, and the bright red cassock suddenly became countless times larger in an instant and floated towards the people.
The red cassock with dancing Sanskrit and glittering golden light gradually blocked Yingji's sight, making her unable to see the empty Sanskrit above the clouds.
Black rain fell heavily, landing on the cassock above her head. Yingji raised her face, her eyes gradually turning red.
The black python took the opportunity to escape, and Kong Fan did not chase after it. He looked in the direction of the Demon Suppression Tower, raised his long arm, and helped Kong Yu and Xun Nianzhen repair the Demon Suppression Tower.
The black rain disappeared, the red cassock was blown away by the wind, and the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, as if nothing had happened.
Yingji raised her face, looked at the azure sky and slowly let out a breath.
The crying of the baby made Kong Fan turn his head.
A fleeing demon had injured a woman, who lay breathless on the ground, her toddler son lying beside her, crying loudly.
Kong Fan took a step forward and landed in front of the woman.
He raised his hand, a thin silver light flashed, and a bloodstain immediately appeared on his slender finger. He pointed, and a round, bright red bead of blood flowed from his finger and dripped into the woman's mouth.
Drop by drop, until the woman's face gradually turned rosy.
Kong Fan withdrew his hand and turned to walk towards Kong Yu, who was looking for him. He walked slowly, but in the blink of an eye he was already far away.
The people of Chaoxi City around Yingji knelt down towards Kongfan's back. Everyone knelt silently without saying a word, with their hands on the ground and their heads bowed devoutly.
Kneel before their king.
No, bow down to their Buddha.
Yingji gazed at Kongfan thoughtfully. He seemed different from the other men she had met before, and she was a little confused.
She also felt that she had indeed underestimated the transaction with Queen Mother Xue yesterday.
Suddenly, a tiny crack appeared on the square bricks under Yingji's feet.
Kong Fan, who had already walked far away, suddenly turned around.
The next moment, the bricks along the entire long street shattered, and a black python suddenly emerged from the ground, its massive body casting a massive shadow. Its long tail swept across, destroying the usually bustling street.
Yingji turned around amid the exclamations of the people around her, and the black python had already attacked her. Yingji was startled and quickly reached for her Qiankun Bag.
The black python came close to Yingji and sniffed her hard, then suddenly roared, "You are not her!"
Yingji was stunned.
The black python slammed its huge claws, and the three-story building collapsed.
Yingji fell to her knees as the mountain shook and the ground swayed. The pain was so intense that the Cloud Feather Robe she had just taken out of her Qiankun Neck dropped from her hands. She ignored the pain and turned to crawl to pick up the Cloud Feather Robe.
Just as her slender fingers pinched the corner of Yun Yuyi's clothes, her lower back was gripped by the black python's huge claws. A piercing pain instantly hit her, and she felt as if her bones were broken.
Black Python brought Yingji in front of his face and asked gloomily, "Where is she?"
Yingji saw the black python's bloody mouth right in front of her, and its green mucus exuded a fishy odor.
"Who? I don't know who you are talking about." Ying Ji even found it difficult to breathe, and her waist was burning with pain.
"Let her go." Kong Fan walked towards him step by step.
The black python looked at Kong Fan warily, grabbed Ying Ji with one hand, and quickly fled.
Immediately afterwards, Yingji felt the world spinning. She felt as if her internal organs would be thrown out before long. The rapid speed caused her eyes to become bloodshot and painful, forcing her to close them.
After a long moment, Yingji felt as if she were in a furnace, the heat causing her to sweat. Feeling the black python stop, Yingji slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Kongfan.
The surroundings were ablaze like a volcano. Kong Fan stood in the way. The staff Ying Ji had only seen beneath the Bodhi tree was now in Kong Fan's hand.
He parted his thin lips and chanted slowly, countless golden Sanskrit characters floating around him.
The black python immediately felt an extremely terrifying force, and an unprecedented sense of oppression came over it.
Kong Fan's compassionate gaze fell on Ying Ji, who was covered in blood and was dying.
So he stopped chanting, and the floating Sanskrit words stopped moving.
"Let her go, and I'll let you go this time."
Black Python was stunned. If someone else had said this, he would definitely not believe it. But everyone in the world knew that the person in front of him was a great monk who abided by the strict rules and precepts. Monks would not lie!
The black python looked down at the tiny human in its palm, and finally asked through gritted teeth again, "Where is the fox demon?"
Fox demon?
Yingji frowned slightly, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
Although the black python believed that Kong Fan would not lie to him, demons are naturally suspicious. Before escaping, he threw Ying Ji in his palm towards the volcano and then quickly fled in the opposite direction.
Yingji's body kept falling.
The intense heat around her made her consciousness begin to fade. She tentatively reached out to touch the Qiankun Bag at her waist, searching for a glimmer of hope.
Even at this point, she hadn't thought anyone would come to save her. It wasn't that she didn't believe in Kong Fan's kindness, but the idea of being rescued had long since disappeared from her mind.
Before being engulfed by the flames, Yingji was pulled back.
She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Kong Fan's hand holding hers.
Kong Fan lifted her up gently, and Ying Ji's body floated up like a cloud, until she slowly leaned on Kong Fan.
The woman's touch made Kong Fan feel uncomfortable.
But Kong Fan knew that Ying Ji couldn't stand on her own at the moment. He lowered his eyes and remained motionless, acquiescing to her leaning on him.
The scorching smell was acrid. Kong Fan looked at Ying Ji. Her gauze dress had been burned, and even her black hair had curled up from the heat. Fine beads of sweat formed on her face.
Yingji's cracked lips moved slightly.
Kong Fan listened attentively.
Yingji murmured: "It's so hard to live..."
Then the Buddha took pity on him.
Kong Fan's other hand holding the Zen staff moved slightly, and the Zen staff hummed softly.
The red volcano that had been burning for a hundred years began to rain.
Yingji's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the gentle downpour. This was the most pleasant rain she had ever seen. The gentle, soothing raindrops fell on her, washing away the scorching heat while also soaking her.
Kong Fan looked ahead and asked, "Are there any clothes in the Qiankun bag?"
Yes. But Yingji said, "No."
Kong Fan stopped talking, looked straight ahead, and once again sent a message to Xun Nianzhen, asking her to come quickly.
Yingji turned her head and looked at Kongfan who was close to her, carefully examining his facial features.
Beauty is Yingji's hallmark, but she rarely pays attention to other people's appearance.
Kong Fan has a handsome appearance, but the impression he left on Ying Ji was not about beauty, but about cleanliness.
Such a clean person.
Too clean to be real.
Unlike people like her.
Xun Nianzhen and Kong Yu were repairing the Demon Suppression Tower when they suddenly received a message from Kong Fan, asking her to rush to Chihuoshan Mountain. She dropped what she was doing and immediately rushed to Chihuoshan Mountain. Before she even arrived, she received two more letters from Kong Fan urging her to hurry.
Xun Nianzhen couldn't help but become cautious. How could she not be cautious of a demon that even His Majesty found so difficult? She was even beginning to think about her afterlife...
Arriving at the Red Mountain Fire, Xun Nianzhen spotted Kong Fan from afar. She took a deep breath, made all necessary preparations to meet the enemy, and charged forward!
As they got closer, Xun Nian was really confused as to why she didn't sense the demonic energy. She looked at Kong Fan in surprise.
Kong Fan stood upright, his robes fluttering. A woman leaned against his chest.
The woman's gauze dress was torn and tattered, barely covering her body. It was soaked by the rain, clinging wetly to her graceful figure. She leaned weakly against Kong Fan, her wet, soft body pressed against him.
Xun Nianzhen was stunned, and his mind went blank for a moment.
"Send her to heal her wounds." Kong Fan said.
Xun Nianzhen finally came to his senses and hurriedly took out a robe from his Qiankun bag and wrapped it around Yingji, then helped her out of Kong Fan's arms.
Yingji slowly left Kongfan. Her hand that was holding the cuff of Kongfan's monk's robe gradually slipped away, and she left him completely.
Kong Fan glanced at the corner of his sleeve.
After watching Xun Nianzhen take Ying Ji away, he casually waved his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on the snow-white monk's robe caused by Ying Ji.
Even the worldly smell that she left on him was brushed away.
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