Evil Master and Disciple

Ye Feng carried Sanzhi on his back and left Bailing Temple arm in arm with Ling Yunzhi, leaving Monk Fayuan bewildered.

This kid is really amazing. He uses himself as a shield right in front of me.

It was not until Ye Feng and Ling Yunzhi left for a while that Monk Fayuan came to his senses and a bitter smile appeared on his handsome face.

Then Monk Fayuan walked into his meditation room.

After closing the door, Monk Fayuan took out the Lingyin Mirror.

Monk Fayuan has two things to deal with. One of them is about the jade sundial. The real jade sundial is on him at the moment. He is about to give it to Ye Feng and ask Ye Feng to take out the dragon vein formation diagram sealed in it by the Confucian saint to save all living beings. As a result, Ye Feng said that the Confucianists are willing to borrow the jade sundial from the Holy Lady Lingyin in exchange for the real jade crown needle, and will return it after use.

Monk Fayuan had already made Saint Lingyin very angry last time, so he took this opportunity to help Lingyin, so he did not take out the jade sundial during the day.

The second thing is the underground ruins.

In the past, Buddhism did not take this underground relic seriously. It was just a relic left by monks or weapon refiners in ancient times.

Things are different now. Ye Feng said that the underground ruins are related to the truth that the old senior from Lingtai Temple who brought the Three Talents Harmony Ancient Jade down the mountain to look for a thousand years ago. This is related to the origin of the entire world, and it is also the truth that Lingtai Temple has been pursuing for many years. This matter cannot be delayed.

After pondering for a moment, Monk Fayuan made a video call to his mentor, Monk Xuanzhi.

It was already around three quarters past midnight, and Master Xuanzhi had not yet gone to bed.

After a few breaths, the spiritual sound mirror was connected.

The image presented in the Lingyin mirror in the hands of Monk Fayuan was not of the divine monk Xuanzhi, but the familiar dome of the Zen room, on which were many distinctive Buddhist flying figures.

"Fayuan, is there something important that you're contacting me so late?"

"Master, I do have something important to report to you."

So Fa Yuan briefly told Master Xuanzhi about Ye Feng's visit today, how he took him into the underground ruins to see the injured Chu Liunian, and how Ye Feng discovered the secret of the underground ruins.

Of course, we said what we should say, and didn’t mention a single word about this Jade-faced Monk who shouldn’t be mentioned.

For example, Monk Fayuan never mentioned the fact that Ye Feng asked him to be an intermediary to help contact the Holy Lady Lingyin.

After listening to Monk Fayuan's story, Master Xuanzhi was silent for a while, and then Master Xuanzhi said, "I didn't expect that the ruins under Lingtai Temple would hide such a huge secret. It seems that we Buddhists are still lacking in knowledge."

"Master, Junior Brother Ye is very interested in the things that our predecessors from Lingtai Temple brought back from the underground ruins. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have been on his way to Lingtai Temple now.

Are those things in Lingtai Temple now?"

"I'm not sure about this either. I'll have someone check tomorrow morning. Whether or not I can find that batch of stuff, I'll let you know."

There was almost no greeting between the master and the disciple, and they were so cold and indifferent that it was not like master and disciple.

After closing the Lingyin mirror, Monk Fayuan hesitated for a moment, then dialed Lingyin's video again.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response from Lingyin. Just when Monk Fayuan thought it was too late and Lingyin had gone to bed, the call suddenly connected.

"Ah? It's you! You contacted me on your own initiative, which is quite unusual. Did you know I'm taking a shower and wanted to see my body?"

Lingyin was not lying, she was really taking a bath now.

Most of her body was hidden under the water covered with petals, with only her white arms and shoulders exposed above the water.

Monk Fayuan was slightly startled. He didn't expect that Lingyin was taking a bath at this moment.

He said, "Amitabha, I will come to see you tomorrow."

"You stinky monk, if you dare to turn off the Lingyin mirror, I, Lingyin, will never talk to you again. I know you too well. You took the initiative to contact me in the middle of the night, so there must be something wrong. Tell me."

"It's not convenient for you now, let's talk about it tomorrow."

"Haha, you stinky monk are really a hypocrite. Even if you want to see it, I won't let you. You can talk about your business and I'll take a bath. We can both do it without delay."

Monk Fayuan thought about it, and then told Lingyin the purpose of Ye Feng's visit during the day.

Saint Lingyin gritted her teeth and said, "So the Jade Crown Needle that the Saint Cult senior stole from the Imperial Palace that night was a fake. I was wondering why it didn't have any star power at all. These damned scholars actually made a fake one and put it in Jiaotai Hall. How shameless! How shameless!"

After cursing the group of scholars, Saint Lingyin glanced at Monk Fayuan in the mirror.

She said angrily, "Why are you looking for me? The jade sundial is on you, not on me. The one I gave Ye Feng was fake, but the one I gave you that night was real."

Monk Fayuan sighed softly and said, "After all, we have known each other for many years. I know that you care a lot about the Jade Sundial and the Crown, so I...ah."

Monk Fayuan didn't continue.

Lingyin was so smart. She sat up straight immediately, with half of her chest exposed above the water, and almost the two red spots also emerged.

If someone like Ye Feng or Ling Yunzhi saw this scene, they would probably be shocked immediately.

Monk Fayuan is a nearly hundred-year-old young monk with a mind as solid as a rock. Facing these two dizzying mountains, he remained calm and composed, just like Ye Feng was lying casually. It seemed that the jade-faced monk had reached the highest realm of color is emptiness and emptiness is color.

In his eyes, an eighteen-year-old girl was just a skeleton, and a ninety-year-old old woman was also just a skeleton. There was no difference between the two.

The Holy Lady Lingyin chuckled and said, “I understand, you didn’t give the Jade Sundial to Ye Feng. You figured this out and got the Jade Crown Needle for me.

You stinky monk, actually that night you attacked me when I was weak and only snatched the jade sundial away. I was very angry with you!

Now...I'm not angry anymore!"

"Donor Lingyin, don't overthink it. I just feel like I owed someone a favor and want to repay it."

"Whatever you say! Anyway, now I know that I am very important to you!

I'm still in the capital, do you want me to personally negotiate with Ye Feng?"

"What? You're still in the capital?"

"Yes, the capital is so lively, and you are also in the capital, how can I bear to leave?"

"You don't have to show up for this matter. Once Junior Brother Ye Feng takes out the Dragon Vein Formation Diagram, I will hand over the entire set of Jade Sundial Crown to you."

"Well, you're a man, the head of the family, so you make the decision... But I'm a little worried. Will Ye Feng and those sub-saints break their promise?"

Fa Yuan didn't pay attention to the first half of Ling Yin's words. He said slowly, "Based on my understanding of Master Ye, he is not a man who breaks his promises and gets rich. The six sub-sages of Confucianism are even less so.

I believe that if they take out the Dragon Vein Formation Diagram, they will keep their promise."