Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 38 Mingguang Temple

The emotionally excited king was pulled aside by the graceful woman to calm down. Only the national teacher stood quietly not far from the bed, waiting for the alchemist Lin Jian to check.

On the white jade bed, a young girl of about 128 years old was lying quietly.

The girl was wearing a light blue tight-fitting long dress, and her chest was slightly bulging like two hillocks. At this moment, her chest was slightly rising and falling, and her breath was peaceful but with a hint of danger and darkness.

The root of all this may lie in the yellowed talisman covered with talismans on the girl's face... or in the sea of ​​consciousness beneath it.

But with the eyesight of a person at the first level of foundation building in the forest, he couldn't see anything unusual just by looking at it this way.

Sometimes the greater threat posed by demonic energy entering the body does not come from the corrosive damage to the person involved, but rather from its hidden nature that is difficult to detect.

Unless Lin Jian is willing to use his spiritual consciousness condensed into substance to investigate in depth, there is also the risk of being chased and harassed by evil spirits.

It is difficult to detect, difficult to eradicate, and has strong transmission capabilities.

This is the fundamental reason why the first choice of most monks after discovering anything related to the devil is to "kill".

"How is it?" Lin Jian asked Chun Xue, who was standing right next to him.

"It's not serious." Haruyuki shook his head slightly. "It should be possible to save him."

Hearing Chunxue's words, Lin Jian stood up suddenly and turned to look at the Imperial Preceptor. "Let's go! Let's go get the recipe for the elixir."

"Okay!" The national teacher was waiting for this sentence.

Although he didn't quite understand why he could feel that there was a chance of saving a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a mortal woman by his side just by looking at her, while he, a Jindan cultivator, could not see anything.

Perhaps this is the vision that an alchemist from a formal sect should have?
Just like I still couldn't understand why a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage could have the level of a third-grade alchemist...

"The temple is in the east of the city, its name is Mingguang." The national teacher actively led the way, leading Lin Jianchunxue to ride the horse quickly, and quickly rushed out of the city.

Outside the city is a forest with red maple leaves all over the sky.

Four men rode past on horseback, kicking up a few fallen leaves.

The galloping horses' hooves awakened an ancient temple sleeping in the mountains. The novice monk who was sweeping the floor in front of the courtyard hurried forward to stop the few people.

"The temple is a place of quiet meditation, so please do not ride your horses too fast."

The little monk had a gentle voice and a firm look in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand to stop four tall horses that were taller than him, and his thin body did not show any sign of retreat.

Faint fluctuations of true energy drifted from his body, appearing and disappearing.

Qi Refining Stage, just getting started.

It was easy to spot a monk of this level. Lin Jian looked past him and behind him, where a monk in a red cassock was standing with a kind smile on his face.

Upon seeing the other party, the Imperial Master immediately dismounted and walked forward with his hands clasped together, "Master, we are here to seek the elixir formula as we agreed before."

The monk's gaze swept calmly through the forest, lingering for a moment on Haruyuki.

"You two immortal masters look so kind, I'm sure you're both kind-hearted people." He said, stepping aside and inviting them. "Please come in quickly. Our abbot is already waiting inside the temple."

"Excuse me, Master Pushan."

The monk smiled softly, "We're all trying to save people. Our paths are the same."

Lin Jianchunxue followed behind, and the few of them walked quickly through the temple.

Along the way, we didn't see many monks.

But they are all very energetic, and are busy doing their own things in the temple in the morning.

Their cultivation levels are not very high, and they are basically in the Qi Refining Stage.

I met more than ten of them along the way, but only one monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage looked a bit menacing.

As if sensing the scrutiny from the forest, the monk leading the way took the initiative to explain, "Our Mingguang Temple isn't well-known, and accepting disciples is more about fate, so there haven't been many monks in the temple."

"What kind of fate is this? It's just that no one is interested." The disciple who followed the Imperial Master curled his lips and muttered quietly while hiding in the woods. There were other sects near the Treasure Glazed Country.

Anyone who is truly talented will basically be noticed by large and medium-sized sects.

Only some ordinary talented monks who were chosen but no one else wanted them, and even those who could bear the constraints of the rigid rules and regulations of worshiping Buddha, would be willing to join Minguang Temple.

The servant was quite disgusted with the monk's behavior of flattering himself, and was afraid that Lin Jian and Chun Xue would be cheated when they first arrived, so he took the initiative to expose it.

The monk leading the way twitched his ears, but smiled indifferently.

"arrive."

When they arrived at a slightly grander hall, the monk leading the way stopped.

Facing the open door, the monk smiled and said, "The abbot is inside. Please enter, two immortal masters. The national master and your disciples, please do not go in yet."

Facing the Imperial Master's inquiring gaze, Lin Jian smiled at him reassuringly, turned around, stepped over the high threshold, and stepped in.

The light in the hall was dim, but not cold.

A figure wearing a gold and red cassock sat upright on a cushion, with his back to the two of them, facing the Buddha statue.

"Master Abbot." After Lin Jian got to a certain distance, he took the initiative to put his hands together and greeted him.

"sit."

The abbot stretched out his hand and led him to a cushion beside him, then turned around himself.

What caught my eye was a gaunt face with long eyebrows hanging over the ears, which looked quite kind.

But when I saw Lin Jian, I couldn't hold back my composure at the kind expression on his face.

"Build...build a foundation?"

As a master in the Nascent Soul stage, he could naturally tell at a glance the level of a cultivator who was two levels lower.

Build the first level of foundation and refine the third-grade elixir.

Is this combination possible?
Does the Imperial Master really know what an alchemist is?

Seeing the surprise on the old monk's face, Chunxue remained motionless, but was secretly excited in his heart.

Here it comes, the part I’m most looking forward to, “Don’t bully the poor young people”!

come on!

Come to question, come to insult, and then...

"Heroes emerge from youth..." The old monk sighed.

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The abbot obviously didn't expect that someone was waiting to slap him in the face, and he just looked at the forest with emotion.

"After hearing that it was related to the devil, he was still willing to help. It's really admirable."

"Since the Imperial Master has already followed his instructions and found an alchemist like you, then we at Mingguang Temple will certainly not go back on our word."

"In fact, it was not our intention to hide this recipe. It's just that there is a medicinal ingredient in this recipe that can only be obtained after seeing the alchemist..."

"This medicinal ingredient... is the culprit that lured her into the devil's trap! To refine the elixir, we need a wisp of the demonic energy from that monster."

"But..." Lin Jian was stunned. He had asked about it on the way here, "No one knows the monster that caused the princess to be possessed..."

"She knows it herself."

"But she is already unconscious..." Looking at the calm and gentle smile on the abbot's face, Lin Jian suddenly stopped.

"I am willing to go."

(End of this chapter)