Wei Qinghe had just fallen into the pit when she was suddenly pulled out by a strong force.
As soon as the Buddha's light appeared, Wei Qinghe looked at the Holy Monk Jingci, who had stepped in to stop her, with confusion.
"Holy Monk, what does this mean?"
She simply couldn't imagine whether Chu Ling'er could survive several bolts of heavenly lightning.
Even now, the Venerable Monk Jingci still had a faint smile on his face, and his eyes were even more profound.
It was as if nothing in this world could shake his emotions.
"Benefactor, why are you unwilling to believe in her abilities?"
Wei Qinghe bit her lip; under the silver light, she seemed unable to clearly see the face of the Holy Monk Jingci.
It wasn't that she didn't believe in Chu Ling'er's abilities, but what kind of power would it take for several bolts of heavenly lightning to fall at the same time?
He wanted to shield Chu Ling'er from the heavenly lightning, but found that he couldn't move at all.
A tremendous rumble resounded for miles around.
The feeling of the earth shaking was very strong.
"Ling'er!"
Wei Qinghe struggled but could not break free from this restraint.
In the blink of an eye, the Buddha had already appeared in the deep pit that resembled ruins.
In an instant, the monk in plain clothes emerged from the deep pit carrying a person covered in blood.
"Ling'er!"
Wei Qinghe was quite frightened when a sudden, refreshing rain fell.
When Daoist Fuyue arrived, he saw Wei Qinghe frozen in place, and the blood-soaked figure in the arms of the Holy Monk Jingci was not clearly visible.
"Look at Ling'er!" Wei Qinghe hurriedly asked him for help. Chu Ling'er was covered in blood, and her blood had stained the plain white robe of the Holy Monk Jingci.
Before Daoist Fuyue could step forward, the Holy Monk Jingci disappeared with Chu Ling'er in his arms, his deep voice echoing in the air:
“Sweet rain and dew are rare. If Venerable Fuyue truly wishes, please accept this sweet rain and dew. This humble monk will heal this benefactor.”
"Quickly untie me." Wei Qinghe moved her eyes with difficulty, using her peripheral vision to look in the direction from which the voice came.
Only then did Daoist Fuyue release Wei Qinghe from her restraints. The restraints that Wei Qinghe had struggled to break free of were easily released by Daoist Fuyue.
Are you alright?
Wei Qinghe shook her head and was about to chase after the Holy Monk Jingci, saying, "I'm fine, but Ling'er is in trouble."
Fuyue Daozun looked somewhat responsible. He grabbed Wei Qinghe's wrist and said, "Qinghe, the Holy Monk Jingci has taken away Junior Sister Ling'er. Junior Sister Ling'er will be alright."
“I know that the Venerable Monk Jingci has a high level of cultivation, but I am really worried about not being by his side.”
Wei Qinghe kept seeing Chu Ling'er covered in blood and wounds in her mind.
"Qinghe, with the medical skills and cultivation of the Holy Monk Jingci, Ling'er will be fine. Let's quickly gather the sweet rain and dew for time, perhaps Junior Sister Ling'er will need it."
Wei Qinghe was still worried, but this kind of sweet rain and dew is not something every cultivator can get when advancing in cultivation, so it is very precious. It can not only replenish spiritual power and purify spiritual roots, but also be used in pills and medicines.
Since Chu Ling'er might find it useful, Wei Qinghe certainly wouldn't waste this rare and precious rain.
She immediately condensed the power of water element in her palm, collecting the rain and dew from a certain area into the porcelain bottle, and then flew to a more distant place to collect the rain and dew in the same way.
The rain and dew lasted only a short time; it ended before some cultivators even arrived.
Where do we go to find Ling'er now?
Wei Qinghe had carefully collected the sweet rain and dew, and all she wanted to do was see Chu Ling'er immediately.
“Qinghe, once the Holy Monk Jingci has healed Junior Sister Ling’er, he will naturally send her to us. All we can do now is wait.” Daoist Fuyue grasped Wei Qinghe’s hand again.
"This is the Brahma Sound Sect. The Holy Monk Jingci will not harm Junior Sister Ling'er."
Wei Qinghe looked at Fuyue Daozun with suspicion, "Is there something you're hiding from me? And why didn't Jingyao Tianzun come with us?"
Daoist Fuyue dared not look into Wei Qinghe's eyes, yet that was precisely his nature.
"There are many things that I can't explain clearly in a short time, and I don't know everything about them."
"In short, the Holy Monk Jingci is just as good to Junior Sister Ling'er as you are."
Wei Qinghe opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly remembered when he first met the Holy Monk Jingci, he said that he had seen Chu Ling'er when she was a child.
"What about Jingyao Tianzun? He clearly didn't want to be separated from Ling'er, so why didn't he come with us?"
"Our sect leader predicted that Junior Sister Ling'er would definitely advance this time, so he didn't come along," replied Daoist Fuyue.
Who would have thought that the number one sword cultivator, Daoist Fuyue, would sometimes act like a child who has done something wrong?
"Because our sect leader needs the Holy Monk Jingci's help!"
Wei Qinghe couldn't understand why Jingci Holy Monk wouldn't intervene if Jingyao Heavenly Venerable was accompanying them.
Does Jingyao Tianzun have a grudge against Jingci Shengseng?
How could a holy monk like Jingci be the kind of person who is petty and calculating?
As the head of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, Jingyao Tianzun shouldn't be a petty person.
Petals fall in a flurry, creating a misty, dreamlike rain.
A gentle breeze lifted the hems of their robes and their long hair, their intertwined black strands creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
"Let's go back and wait."
Fuyue Daozun held Wei Qinghe's hand and strolled through the plum grove. The two had just left the ruined rubble area, which had returned to its previous state.
It really looked like nothing had happened.
Before they even returned to the main hall, they saw that the hall was filled with smoke and chaos. It turned out that a lot of demons had come. The woman in the lead was dressed in blood-red clothes, and the Thunder Whip in her hand was bursting with the power of thunder element. Lightning surged and crackled and exploded all the way.
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