Chapter 14014 Wine
Chapter 14
Crows flew in flocks, almost touching Yingji's head. She ducked her head to avoid them. When she looked up again, she saw Kongfan.
——The unordained Kongfan.
Yingji was stunned for a moment.
She propped herself up and sat up, her wrist slipped, and she looked down to see a skull tumbling to the side. Even though she had seen so many corpses, looking at the skeletons on the ground up close still made Yingji's scalp tingle.
She tried not to touch it and stood up. A strong wind blew, making her skirt sway.
She faced the wind and squinted her eyes as she looked at Kong Fan.
Is it him?
But wasn't there a rumor that Kong Fan was lost as a child and taken in by a temple? The Kong Fan in front of him looked almost the same as he does now, not like a child.
Yingji walked towards Kongfan with doubt, taking one deep step and one shallow step among the white bones. She finally reached Kongfan and looked at him doubtfully.
He sat quietly on a pile of bones, eyes closed. His clothes were soaked in blood, so Yingji couldn't see their original color.
A strong wind, tinged with the scent of blood, howled, ruffling his long black hair. His black hair fluttered in disorder, revealing a bright red flame pattern between his eyebrows.
They have exactly the same facial features, but they are different in every way.
We are used to seeing Kong Fan as a monk in snow-white robes, but the person in front of us has a face that is exactly the same as Kong Fan, but there is no trace of Kong Fan in him.
They just look the same, but they are not the same person, right?
Yingji took half a step back.
But she recalled the black mist that surrounded Kong Fan when he advanced. Or perhaps the person before her wasn't a real person at all, but a mental barrier created by Kong Fan's advancement?
She took two more steps forward and carefully squatted down in front of Kong Fan. She stared at his face and called out tentatively, "Kong Fan?"
No one answered her.
Yingji tried calling out several times, but the person in front of her didn't respond at all.
At this time, Yingji didn't know she was trapped here. When she realized this, she didn't know how much time had passed.
Later, she had to sleep with a pile of corpses as her pillow, even enduring the discomfort by using a skull as a pillow. She had almost eaten all the food in her Qiankun bag.
As the days passed, Yingji tried to find a way out in various directions, but she could not get out of this mountain of corpses.
Of course, she had also tried to start with Kong Fan in front of her. She called him, even pushed him. But she watched helplessly as her hands passed through Kong Fan's body, touching nothing.
When Yingji was feeling a little desperate, Kongfan suddenly opened his eyes.
Yingji sat up suddenly and stared into his eyes. She wanted to see those clear and bright eyes to confirm that the person in front of her was Kong Fan. However, the man in front of her had a blank gaze, as if he couldn't see her at all.
He looked at nothing, but reached out expressionlessly to cut open his chest and take out his heart.
He lowered his head and looked at his bleeding heart with cold eyes.
Yingji was stunned. She couldn't help but exclaim. Kongfan in front of her suddenly raised his eyes and looked over, as if he noticed her.
The world was spinning again, and the figure of Kong Fan, who was holding his bloody heart, kept spinning in Ying Ji's sight.
Yingji suddenly realized that the one who was spinning non-stop was not the unordained Kongfan, but herself.
Yingji fell heavily to the ground, and the discomfort in her internal organs made her retch.
She had actually returned to Qinmin Mountain, to the room where Kong Fan had cast a barrier. She looked up at Kong Fan; he was still sitting there, the black mist still surrounding him.
Yingji was utterly bewildered. She had no spiritual power, had never experienced advancement, and didn't understand what had just happened. Had she accidentally entered Kongfan's inner world?
Yingji was frightened by her own bold guess.
Is it the inner world or a memory from the past?
Yingji's heart was pounding, she always felt that she was close to the answer.
Kong Fan suddenly groaned, his straight back arched, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yingji was startled and ran over quickly.
All the black mist around Kong Fan disappeared in an instant. His slender body shook twice and fell to one side weakly.
Yingji hurriedly supported him, calling out, "Kongfan? Kongfan?"
Kong Fan's face was pale and he was silent.
Yingji was not sure whether Kongfan had failed to advance.
Yingji was helpless and could do nothing. She slowly helped Kongfan down and let him lie there.
She could only wait for Kong Fan to wake up on his own.
Perhaps Kong Fan’s image was too powerful and left a deep impression on Ying Ji’s mind, so she was not too worried.
Feeling a little hungry, she took out some food from her Qiankun bag. When she saw that there was little food left, she went out again, holding a small curved knife in her hand, and with a few stabs and bends, she killed a small snake.
She wrapped the little snake around her wrist and took it home to roast and eat.
Of course she was deceiving Kong Fan, how could she be afraid of snakes?
After eating, Yingji fell asleep again. When she woke up, Kongfan was still unconscious.
Yingji was a little worried. She walked towards Kongfan and was surprised to find that his face had become even worse. She put her hand on Kongfan's forehead and found that he had a fever.
Yingji frowned.
Yingji didn't have the spiritual power to help Kongfan, so she could only use primitive methods to help him. She took out her spare medicine from her Qiankun bag and made a bowl of fever-reducing soup for Kongfan.
She sat down beside Kong Fan, helped him up, let him lean against her arms, and fed him medicine. It was a bit difficult to feed Kong Fan the medicine. He only drank a small part of the large bowl of medicine. Most of the medicine spilled and fell on Kong Fan's body, staining his monk's robes that were always spotless.
Yingji frowned as she looked at the stain on Kongfan's robe. She tried to wipe it with a towel, but it wouldn't come clean.
Kong Fan's fever persisted for a long time. Ying Ji couldn't help but become more cautious. She took out the medicine from her Qiankun bag, carefully adjusted the prescription, and re-boiled and fed him the medicine.
Kong Fan's body was sometimes burning hot and sometimes as cold as ice.
"How could it suddenly become like this..." Ying Ji looked at Kong Fan in her arms and muttered to herself in confusion.
She laid Kong Fan flat on his back, stripped him of his monk's robe, which had been repeatedly stained by the medicine, and then took out a bottle of strong liquor from her Qiankun sac. She poured the liquor over Kong Fan's body and wiped him with a handkerchief.
The room smelled strongly of alcohol.
"You stinky monk, when you wake up and find yourself covered in alcohol, will you pray to Amitabha Buddha and confess your sins?" Yingji looked at him with her chin in her hand, imagining his frown and distress, and found it quite amusing.
After more than half a day, Kong Fan's fever finally subsided. Ying Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief. She no longer stayed by Kong Fan's side constantly. She took his soiled monk's robes, fetched water to wash them, and then hung them out to dry in the courtyard.
She returned to the room and looked at Kong Fan lying naked on the ground. She felt more and more annoyed. She walked over and helped Kong Fan up with great effort. After a lot of trouble, she finally helped him to the bed.
Yingji sat down on the edge of the bed, too tired to move. She lay down on the outside of the bed and fell asleep.
The sky gradually darkened and a full moon hung high in the night sky.
Kong Fan opened his eyes, confusion etched in his clear gaze. The pain in his body made him frown. Had he failed in his advancement?
The cold wind blew in through the window, blowing on his body, bringing a more real chill. There was also a strong smell of alcohol.
Kong Fan was stunned. He looked down at his chest and was surprised to find that he was not wearing any clothes.
He turned his head again and saw Yingji sleeping beside him.
Kong Fan felt as if struck by lightning, and froze there. The next moment, his blood flow blocked, and he coughed violently.
Yingji woke up to his coughing. She opened her eyes dazedly and saw Kongfan naked beside her. Moonlight streamed in through the window paper, illuminating his perfect body, as smooth and lustrous as jade.
Kong Fan stopped coughing and looked at Ying Ji helplessly. "I...you...we..."
A sly look flashed in Yingji's eyes, and she asked, "My husband, don't you remember?"
She curled her lips and lowered her eyes, perfectly portraying the shyness and timidity of a little girl.
Kong Fan became even more confused after hearing her words.
"What do you remember? What do you not remember?"
Ying Ji slowly raised her face, looking at Kong Fan with a pair of moist and sparkling eyes, and said pitifully: "My husband went astray when he advanced, and it was like he had become a different person. He treated me like this and that..."
Her moist eyes swayed, looking both tender and aggrieved.
She reached out and placed her hand on Kong Fan's wrist, saying in a delicate voice with a hint of anger, "It hurts."
Kong Fan took a deep breath and calmed down.
He frowned and looked at Yingji, saying seriously, "Impossible."
Their eyes met, both of them looking at each other with inquiring eyes. Yingji hesitated for a moment, then she supported herself on the bed and sat up, straightening her waist. Her hand that was on Kongfan's wrist slid down gently, holding his hand, pulling his hand and gently placing it on her waist.
She looked into Kong Fan's eyes and said in a gentle voice, "Then Kong Fan will untie my clothes and see for himself how serious the marks you have made are."
Kong Fan didn't dare to look at her again, so he looked away.
The smell of alcohol around him gave Kong Fan a headache. He took off the string of Buddhist beads from Ying Ji's wrist and took out another bead from the bracelet.
Yingji didn't understand what was going on and looked at his actions curiously.
Kong Fan's thin lips moved slightly, and he silently recited something. The Buddhist beads slowly rose up, gradually becoming larger and more transparent in the air, and then some images appeared on it.
Yingji looked at it curiously and was surprised to find that the images appearing on the Buddhist beads were all things that had happened in the past few days.
In the picture, Yingji fed Kongfan medicine again and again, and then helped him to the bed with great effort, and fell asleep exhausted.
In the picture, even the scene of Yingji roasting the snake was not omitted.
However, the scandals that Yingji fabricated did not exist at all.
Ying Ji was speechless, her waist slumped, she sat lazily, and muttered, "Kong Fan, you're cheating!"
Kong Fan smiled and said sincerely, "Thank you Yingji for your hard work and care these past few days. I am deeply grateful."
He was not angry at all because of Yingji's lies and teasing, but was grateful for her hard work and care over the past few days.
Yingji held her chin and watched the images gradually disappear. The Buddhist beads turned back into ordinary Buddhist beads.
Kong Fan lowered his eyes, and with his slender white hands, he pinched the Buddhist beads and put them back on the bracelet.
He breathed a sigh of relief quietly in his heart.
"This treasure is very novel. I want it," Ying Ji said. She had taken good care of Kong Fan for several days, so it was only natural for her to ask for a spiritual weapon, right?
Kong Fan strung the bracelet back on his wrist. He said, "Next time, I'll find you a magical tool with the same function."
Yingji understood that Kongfan was not going to give her the beads. Yingji pondered for a moment, thinking that the beads must be of great significance to monks and perhaps they could not be given to others.
Kong Fan paused for a moment before asking, "Where is my monk's robe?"
It is really inappropriate for us to face each other naked like this.
Yingji got off the bed and went out to get him monk's robes.
Kong Fan looked at Yingji's back, and his eyes inadvertently glanced and saw a silver bell left on the bed.
He picked up the small silver bell, and the tiny sound echoed on his fingertips.
He raised his arm again, sniffed the alcohol on his body, frowned, and performed a purification spell to remove the filth.
Yingji touched the monk's robe hanging on the clothesline, realizing it was dry, and pulled it down. Yingji smiled wryly and shook her head, thinking she had done nothing. Even if it was wet clothes she gave to Kongfan, he would dry them instantly with a wave of his hand.
Yingji hung Kongfan's monk's robe in her arm and was about to turn around when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps.
There is actually someone else in this snake woman's courtyard?
Yingji turned around in surprise and was astonished to see the old woman boatman of Wuyazhou stumbling towards her.
The old woman raised her head and was also stunned when she saw Yingji.
Her hoarse voice was like she was talking to herself: "You are actually here..."
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