Evil Master and Disciple

When Ye Feng and others bypassed the fighting area of ​​Dugu Chan and others, the Holy Lady Lingyin also flew hundreds of miles to the west in one breath and landed on the east side of a small mountain village.

This place is three or four hundred miles away from the capital, and the chaos in the capital has not spread here.

It was about half an hour before dawn and the village was pitch black, with only the occasional crowing of chickens and barking of dogs.

There is a mass grave on the east side of the village, which is filled with a very strong yin energy.

Perhaps because of the heavy yin energy, the trees on this grave mound are very short and sparse, and many trees are dead.

The black dry trees and white snow make this hill look even colder and more desolate.

After landing on the hill, Saint Lingyin looked around vigilantly.

This place was discovered by the Holy Maiden Lingyin by accident more than ten years ago. Since it was a mass grave, the people from the small village several miles to the west would never come here. It was a good place for her to absorb Yin Qi and restore her true essence.

She sat cross-legged on the edge of a dead tree, took out a purple crystal spirit stone from the storage bracelet and held it in her palm.

The rich Yin energy combined with the purple crystal stone full of spiritual power can help her recover faster.

Just as the Holy Lady Lingyin was about to meditate to restore her true energy and strength, suddenly, a calm voice sounded slowly in the darkness.

"Amitabha, Donor Lingyin, are you okay?"

When she heard the voice, Lingyin's pretty face changed.

She is very weak now. If she encounters monks or enemies, she will be in great danger.

But the next moment, a gentle smile appeared on her cheek.

"Stinky monk, now that you're here, why don't you show yourself? Are you afraid to see me?"

A handsome monk with a jade face, wearing moon-white robes, slowly walked out of the darkness.

It turned out to be the young monk Fayuan from Lingtai Temple.

The moon-white monk's robe on Fayuan was spotless and seemed whiter than the snow under his feet.

He walked slowly towards us, holding a rosary.

But there were no footprints left on the snow.

Seeing Fa Yuan appear, the weak Saint Lingyin stood up with the help of the dead tree beside her.

She said angrily, "Stinky monk, why are you here? You are not following me all the way to protect me, are you?"

Monk Fayuan looked at the most beautiful woman in the world in front of him. There was no expression on his face, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

"I came here to follow the benefactor Lingyin, not to protect him."

"You men are just stubborn."

The Holy Lady Lingyin wanted to go towards Fayuan.

Perhaps because he was too weak, he fell on the snow after taking just two steps.

Lingyin looked up at Fayuan, who was still standing there without moving at all.

She grabbed a handful of snow and threw it at him.

The accumulated snow turned into snowflakes and slowly fell.

Lingyin said in a strange voice: "You watched me fall, and didn't even come to help me?"

Monk Fayuan looked at Lingyin calmly and said, "Men and women should not touch each other. I hope that Donor Lingyin will forgive me."

"Bah! Hypocrites! I just don't believe that a hot-blooded man like you wouldn't be moved in the slightest by the presence of the most beautiful woman in the world, me?"

Fa Yuan shook his head slightly and said, "Donor Lingyin, I have told you many times that I am a monk and have long since cut off all worldly ties. Please don't tease me anymore."

As expected, the Holy Lady Lingyin pretended to fall down due to exhaustion, but Fayuan saw through her trick. She had no choice but to stand up in disappointment and pat the snow off her butt with her hands.

"Stinky monk, such a big thing happened in Chongyifang, Beijing tonight. It must be related to your Lingtai Temple. Why did you come to me instead of staying in Beijing? Since you don't want to sleep with me, I know you definitely won't have the heart to kill me. I'm very curious about what you want to do by following me."

Fa Yuan said slowly, "The reason I followed you, benefactor, is because I want the jade sundial in your hand."

The Holy Lady of Spiritual Sound's expression darkened. "What did you say? Jade Dial?"

Fa Yuan nodded and said, "Donor Ye Feng is right. There is a big problem with the dragon vein in the capital. Perhaps the dragon vein formation diagram left by the Confucian sage in the jade sundial can reseal the dragon vein formation eye.

I do not wish to see the common people suffer, so please lend me your jade sundial. I will return it to you after I have used it."

The Holy Lady Lingyin's eyes moved as she smiled and said, "Stinky monk, since you secretly followed me out of the capital and followed me all the way here, you should know what happened half an incense stick ago.

That brat Ye Feng brought his men to block me, Ghost Master, and Blood Master on the way. In order to save my life, I had to hand over the jade sundial to... no, I lent it to Ye Feng.

If you want the Jade Sundial, go find Ye Feng. Why are you looking for me?"

Fa Yuan still looked at Ling Yin with a calm expression and said, "If what you gave to Mr. Ye was really the Jade Sundial, I wouldn't have come to you."

"Hey, hey, hey, you stinky monk, what do you mean? Do you think the jade sundial you lent to Ye Feng is a fake? You have no evidence, don't talk nonsense!"

“Lingyin, we have known each other for sixty years, so we can be considered friends. Since I have come to you tonight, I must be confident.

Give me the real jade sundial, and I can promise you that I will return it to you in its original form in the future."

Monk Fayuan quietly left Chongyifang, actually he was a little worried about Lingyin.

Things turned out exactly as he had guessed. Ye Feng and others had indeed set up an ambush outside the city.

Fortunately, both sides were very restrained. Ye Feng and others did not kill each other, and the Holy Lady Lingyin also knew the situation and handed the jade sundial to Ye Feng.

Both sides stopped fighting and left, and the matter should have ended there.

But Monk Fayuan noticed something was wrong.

Although he had never seen a real jade sundial, he could conclude that the one Lingyin gave to Ye Feng half an incense stick ago must be a fake.

Saint Lingyin naturally refused to admit it.

She said, "You stinky monk, what makes you say that the jade sundial I lent to that stinky boy Ye Feng is fake? We have known each other for so many years, you should believe it, right?"

Monk Fayuan said, “About half a month ago, you used your maid to buy a large piece of jade at a high price in the Jade Street of the capital.

Later, you found a jade carving master in Nancheng and spent three days carving a round jade disk covered with star maps and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.

If I am not mistaken, the round jade disk you carved some time ago is exactly the same as the jade sundial.

Tonight you restored and re-repaired the real jade sundial in the Observatory.

You should have two identical jade sundials on you.

Given your personality, you absolutely would not hand the real thing over to Donor Ye. Therefore, I am certain that the real Jade Dial is still in your possession."

As she listened to Monk Fayuan's detailed narration, the smile on Saint Lingyin's face slowly froze and disappeared.

"You've been following me and investigating me. Am I that important to you? If you want to see me, just come to me directly. There's no need to keep an eye on me secretly, right?"

At this point, Lingyin knew that there was no point in continuing to play dumb.