Jingji Yuankong

The feeling of the weak air circulating in the body...?

Lin Yuan vaguely thought of...

What's going on here?

Yan Jingjun...

The name flashed across my mind, and most of my spirit was instantly sober!

correct!He took Yan Jingjun to the ground...

However, that does not mean absolute security.

What's the situation now?

Lin Yuan squinted his eyes, trying to see the scene in front of him clearly, but found that he could only see darkness...

Is this... is it still underground?

Lin Yuan struggled, trying to stretch out his fingers in vain to pinch out the law, and lead Yan Jingjun and himself out of the ground, but...

can't move...

I can't move my hair!You have no ambition, can you put Yan Jingjun here?As long as those cultivators bend their heads a little, they can be found!This is not a safe place!

and so……

Get moving!

Hurry up!

Lin Yuan complained about himself desperately, while working hard, his body, which was unconscious at first, began to have a faint feeling of existence, and the air flow inside his body circulated even faster.

stand up……

It can't be that useless!

get up quickly...

The speed of the airflow became even faster, like small whirlwinds, driving the airflow inside and outside the body to rotate and whistling, passing through Lin Yuan's bones continuously, repairing his almost necrotic body.

……

Lin Yuan suddenly sat up from the bed, and his movements were so violent that he broke open the wound on his body that had been treated and bandaged with great difficulty. The blood quickly stained the gauze and clothes red, which was shockingly red.

"hiss!"

The pain of the tearing wound made Lin Yuan couldn't help but want to touch his painful part with his hands, but he just lifted his finger, and an unbearable muscle soreness also surged up with his movements. On the contrary, the soreness made Lin Yuan more unbearable than the simple pain. His hand, which had little strength, suddenly lost all its strength. Without the support of his hand, he fell down on the bed again.

When Lin Yuan hit the bed heavily, he instantly felt the hard and smooth muscle lines under him...

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Could it be...

Lin Yuan struggled to turn his head back, ignoring the pain on his body. He just wanted to know who the guy was pressing under him—thanks to his flexibility, although turning back was a bit difficult, but he still managed to see and He was lying on the same bed as the man.

Yan Jingjun...

The name just went back and forth in the mind, but the body took the lead in action. It was like being electrocuted. It bounced out quickly, and it was about to fall out of the bed in less than a moment. At the same time as falling out of the bed, Lin Yuan saw The body that was as beautiful as a puppet was affected by him...

Oops!He was still holding Yan Jingjun's hand!

Lin Yuan prided himself on being thick-skinned, but when he realized it, his cheeks blushed, and he quickly let go of his hand to prevent that fellow Yan Jingjun from being implicated by him and also falling to the ground.

"Boom."

"Well!"

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth hard to avoid screaming, and wanted to curl up his body to resist the pain, but found that it was only futile to make himself more painful, so he had to lie on the ground and dare not move any more.

How did you make yourself so miserable? !

What a shame!

After a long time, the heart-piercing pain finally subsided, and Lin Yuan's clothes and bandages were already drenched with cold sweat and blood.

Speaking of which, were they rescued?Who saved them?Here...is... again?

"Lin Yuan... Benefactor, why are you..."

Although most parts of his body lost consciousness due to severe pain, he could still feel hands behind his back, gently helping him up from the ground.

"Your injury is serious, it's better not to move around."

This voice... seems to be...Master Minghe?

"Minghe...Master...?"

It was difficult and hoarse, and when he opened his mouth to speak, his throat was burning with pain.

Hearing this dry voice, Ming He's heart moved slightly, he helped him to sit on the bed silently, then turned around and walked to the table, helped Lin Yuan pour out a bowl of warm tea, brought it to Lin Yuan, silently He fed the person in front of him and drank it.

"Thank you...Master Minghe."

"I have left Buddhism, don't call me Master Minghe anymore!"

Ming He looked at Lin Yuan, his eyes slightly half-closed, and his long and dense eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyes.

Lin Yuan was slightly startled, then laughed, and didn't ask Minghe anything.

"Then call you Minghe... okay?"

"of course."

After a few short conversations, the atmosphere quickly became low.

Lin Yuan stretched his body and tried to keep Yan Jingjun behind him. Although he had a good relationship with this little master Minghe, this little master Minghe was an out-and-out orthodox cultivator. If he knew the identity of Yan Jingjun ...His current situation where it is difficult to move...but he can't protect Yan Jingjun!

But... since Minghe saved them...maybe, Minghe left the teacher's school relatively early, maybe he doesn't know Yan Jingjun's identity...

Lin Yuan tried his best to think optimistically, but his body did not let go of his guard, and his expression did not show any signs.

"Speaking of which, it was Ming and you who saved me and my young master! Thank you so much!"

Ming He watched Lin Yuan use his bruised body to cover that 'Mr. Yan''s body, his face became more and more expressionless, but black waves that he couldn't control twitched in his heart... It was almost to death engulfed...

"I only wanted to save one of you at first...it's just...that you held...the hand tightly, so I rescued both of you."

Minghe barely suppressed the feeling in his heart, tried to maintain a peaceful appearance, and turned his gaze to Yan Jingjun.

"When the ghost emperor is born, he will bloody the common people in the world, slaughter the cultivators in the world... the ghost emperor, the ghost emperor... can't stay, this is something that everyone in the cultivation world knows...you..."

"Your master, if Daoist Shizhen finds out...after knowing that you assisted the Ghost Emperor...he will be sad!"

Lin Yuan looked at Minghe with a stiff face, and inexplicably calmed down in his heart.

"That's because I'm sorry for Master...but...Yan Jingjun, Yan Jingjun is...my savior...and the master I serve...I...Is the ghost emperor born as you said? Isn't the so-called blood flowing into a river? Did it happen because the ghost emperor was chasing and intercepting him? Besides... the ghost emperor was born, the ghost world opened, and all the ghosts in the world have a place to go. There is no need to crowd with the living in this human world, and those evil ghosts hurt people... After all, what’s so bad about opening the ghost world?”

"I am no longer a cultivator, these things have nothing to do with me after all."

Minghe clenched his fists.

"Otherwise I won't save you."

If it's your wish...

Master said, I am a rare gifted person who cultivates Buddhism...

The master said, I would be so strange... The foreign demons used your appearance to invade my Buddha's heart...

The master said, maybe I should leave the Buddhist temple and go to the world of mortals to hone my skills...After so many decades, hundreds of years...I can eliminate the obsession brought about by the invasion of foreign demons...Eliminate the attachment to you That kind of strange feeling... At that time, I can return to the teacher's door and go to a higher level...

However, I met you again.

Sure enough, the catastrophe given to me by the Buddha, I can't avoid it!

So... what should I do?

"I'm just an idle monk practicing Buddhism now, and of course I'm your friend, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Let's recuperate well now! You moved too violently just now, and the wound opened again. I think I need to bandage it for you again!"

Lin Yuan was stunned on the spot - is this really the serious and old-fashioned little master Minghe? !

Could it be someone pretending to be it? !

Is there something wrong! ! ! ! !

That Minghe... unexpectedly... actually knew the identity of Yan Daghougui and let them go? !

No, it doesn't seem right to think about it now!

"Thank you so much, Minghe, you really are a good person!"

Lin Yuan thought for a while, then raised his head and looked seriously into Ming He's eyes - he really should thank you first in this situation.

"Minghe thinks we're friends, that makes me so happy!"

"Uh...not...that's what you said..."

Ming He actually took a step back as if frightened, a blush quickly appeared on his lowered face, but no matter how much he lowered his head, Lin Yuan who was sitting on the bed could see his expression clearly.

"Are you... shy...?! No way! Such a normal sentence!"

Ming He lowered his head, but stopped talking. Seeing his extremely shy expression, the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth twitched subtly, not daring to tease him anymore, and quickly changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, Yan Jingjun... How is the young master?"

"He just ran out of power, and used his original power forcibly when his power was exhausted. In terms of injury, it's actually not as serious as yours. You need to deal with the wound quickly now."

But you woke up before him... because you wanted to protect him...

You care about this ghost emperor...maybe...too much!

Lin Yuan...

Is this really possible?

"You...you...what are you doing undressing?"

Ming He stared dumbfounded at Lin Yuan who was sitting on the bed, raised his hands with difficulty and began to undress, almost backed away three steps in fright, and dared not raise his eyes even more.

"what?!"

Lin Yuan stopped moving, with a somewhat inexplicable expression on his face.

"You don't take off your clothes, how do you deal with the wound?"

"Don't move! The wound is bleeding again! Let me do it."

"Don't bother you..."

"The shoulder injury is getting worse, don't move, don't move!"

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