From the fake emperor to the concubine

After saying that, Biyao returned to the room.

Seeing Lu Xinran lying on the bed, suffering a condition worse than death.

A trace of sympathy flashed across her face, but her words showed no mercy at all: “Junior sister, tell me, why bother?
If you had submitted to me obediently from the beginning, how could you have angered me, Senior?

And your lover, does he really think that if he returns to Fanyin Temple and has the protection of the old monk, the senior will let him go?
Tell you.

Since I met the senior, few people who offended him have had a good ending. "

Bi Yao spoke slowly, as if she was talking to someone she missed, and she showed a rare level of patience.

Seeing that Lu Xinran had no reaction, the last bit of turmoil in Bi Yao's heart gradually subsided.

She was about to turn around and leave, but she heard Lu Xinran suddenly pleading behind her: "Let him go, please, Senior Sister, let him go."

Biyao's steps paused slightly, the expression on her face instantly became very complicated, and her eyes were filled with mixed emotions.

She turned around again and looked at Lu Xinran. She couldn't help laughing. She laughed crazily and clapped her hands, as if cheering for Lu Xinran: "I didn't expect you to be so stupid. It turns out that you really fell in love with that little monk, so you rescued him from the Hehuan Sect.

I'll just say it.

Normally, you are the most resourceful and clever person in the sect. I have never understood why you insisted on being the first to wait for the master to come out of seclusion.

Others may be fine, but you are doomed to die.

It turns out that it was all because of the word "love".

The word "love" has harmed countless foolish men and women in the world.

Junior Sister, you really did something very wrong."

Even though Bi Yao said so much at this moment, Lu Xinran, who was on the verge of death, still begged: "Let him go, let him go."

This seemed to be the last obsession in her heart.

When Biyao left the room, the expression on her face returned to indifference.

Her nails dug into the flesh of her palms, causing streaks of blood to flow out and leaving tiny, invisible scars.

Under a weak fluctuation of spiritual power.

The scar disappeared quickly, but it could not erase the crack in her heart.

"Junior sister, you can go with peace of mind in the future. I will never repeat your mistakes."

Biyao's eyes were full of determination.

……

Return to the back mountain of the Dragon Blood Mine.

Surrounded by the Soul-Eating Grass King, Zheng Yi's boiling murderous intent gradually calmed down.

Zheng Yi did not feel the slightest bit of guilt for what he had just done to Lu Xinran.

Not to mention that the other party was originally a member of the Hehuan Sect, this person from the Demonic Path had already committed many evil things. Just the harm that Lu Xinran had caused him and the price he paid for it must be repaid.

Otherwise, wouldn’t this “business” be a total loss?
“But in this case, I’m afraid I can’t hide my identity for too long. And with my terrifying cultivation speed… I can either fake my death or rise quickly.

If the righteous path does not allow me, then I can only go to the evil path."

Zheng Yi slowly raised his palm, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes, and muttered to himself.

Originally, he planned to proceed step by step, using the fastest, calmest and most peaceful way to return to the Golden Core realm with the help of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror, and even break through to the Nascent Soul realm.

The plan can't keep up with the changes.

He never expected that he would suddenly display a magical power with the power of a golden elixir.

If he were defeated at the gate of Qingyan Tower, Bi Yao, the Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, might become disloyal, which would be extremely detrimental to his future plans.

Zheng Yi never hesitated when moving into the Hehuan Sect.

Once his identity was exposed, given his extremely fast cultivation speed, others could only make one or two guesses, among which the most likely possibility was that he was reborn by taking over another's body or that he was an old monster practicing pure cultivation.

Since the righteous path cannot accommodate him, the evil forces are his only destination.

"I hope that after taking control of the Hehuan Sect, it won't have much impact on Shen Yumo of the Tianjian Peak of the Tianxuan Sword Sect."

Zheng Yi thought, "At this point, this is all I can do.

Controlling the Hehuan Sect means that I have the strength of the Golden Core Realm. I am afraid that a strong man at the Golden Core Realm alone, even the supreme elder of the Tianxuan Sword Sect, may not be able to do anything to me.

What is the difference between good and evil? Strength and fists are far more important than these empty names."

After figuring everything out, Zheng Yi no longer had any obstacles in his heart.

He sat upright beside the Shilin Grass King and began to digest the inferior yin energy, yang energy and a large amount of spiritual power that he had just absorbed using the Nine Yin Huan Yang Taoism.

Zheng Yi sat cross-legged, practicing his skills and digesting the spiritual energy.

His expression became complicated and painful, with a hint of regret.

He bit his lower lip, which oozed a little blood. "Sure enough, the pure Nine Yins Returning to Life Method is still not as good as the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror. There are too many impurities in it."

Zheng Yi felt quite regretful.

……

Just as Zheng Yi was practicing normally and preparing to use this huge amount of spiritual power to break through to the crystallization realm, the entire Tiannan market outside the Dragon Blood Mine was already full of rumors.

In less than half a day, several versions of the rumor about the two Jindan masters had emerged.

"I heard that the leader of the Tianxuan Sword Sect, who had been in seclusion for a long time, and the leader of the Hehuan Sect had a fierce battle near the sixteenth floor, which caused the strange phenomenon in the heaven and earth before."

"Nonsense, the abbot of the Fanyin Temple and the leader of the Tianxuan Sword Sect should be competing with each other to break through to a higher realm."

"You don't know the inside story, idiots!

It should be the three Jindan masters fighting each other, and later on there were even other people joining the fight."

As misinformation spreads, rumors become more and more intense and it is impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

But there is one thing that everyone agrees on, and that is that the power of the golden elixir does exist.

A few days later.

The storm of rumors gradually subsided, but the real undercurrent was surging in the dark.

Some things are destined to require a solution.

……

Another place!
That day.

The young monk Zhishan, who was affected by the magical power of the Golden Elixir and later rescued by the disciples of the Fanyin Temple, fell into a coma.

When he woke up, he found himself in the ancient Buddhist temple of Fanyin Temple.

This ancient temple is located on a high mountain in the westernmost part of the Eastern land. The mountain is not steep, but instead has layers of stone steps for pilgrims from nearby to come and donate incense every day.

There are many monks in Fanyin Temple who exorcise demons and solve various problems.

This virtuous cycle has made Fanyin Temple the largest Jindan force in the East and the West.

In the backyard of the ancient Buddhist temple, a young monk ran out of a room in a panic and ran straight to the main hall of the ancient temple, shouting, "Abbot, Abbot, Brother has woken up, go and check on him."

As the sound rang out, the sound of wooden fish that had been beating in the ancient temple hall gradually stopped.

An old man in a red cassock, with white hair and beard, with a compassionate face, heard this, stood up slowly, and followed the young monk to the room of the young monk Zhishan.

"Little monk, step back."

Only the master and the disciple were left in the room. "This is the fate you must go through when you enter the world."

After a long time, the young monk Zhishan still did not speak, but the abbot saw the confusion in his heart, "It seems that not only have you failed to break through the emotional barrier in your heart, but you have been confused by it.

Until you see through this calamity, stay in this room and don’t leave the temple again.”

The abbot turned around and tried to leave.

At this time, the young monk Zhishan was like a walking corpse, lying on the bed with a numb expression, without any movement.

Wait for the abbot to walk out the door.

His voice entered the room: "It is rumored that the demon girl from the Hehuan Sect has been injured by the Saint Lady. Her life is not in danger for the time being."

Hearing this, the numb expression of the young monk Zhishan finally changed a little, and his pupils gradually showed some life.

His mind was like a passing tour of a flower, constantly recalling every detail of his past with Lu Xinran from the Hehuan Sect.

They talked and laughed, acted out plays with each other, and performed various scenes of walking in the secular world.

At the beginning.

He thought he was the hunter and Lu Xinran was the prey, but he didn't know that from the very beginning, he was the prey captured by emotions.

In the end, the identities of hunter and prey had become blurred, even they themselves could not tell them apart.

The young monk, who met the witch by chance, followed the witch back to her sect willingly. The witch was smiling, and the young monk felt pain in his heart, but he kept a straight face so as not to let the witch notice.

Later, the two pretended to dislike each other, but they had already felt the affection in their hearts, but no one was willing to break that layer of window paper, or perhaps they were not ready to face this kind of relationship.

How can the holy son of Buddhism be with the evil witch?
The world will not tolerate it.

They themselves may not be able to overcome the hurdle in their hearts, so it has been dragged on until now, to a situation where no one’s life or death is uncertain.

The little monk woke up suddenly, got out of bed hurriedly, put on his clothes, and pushed open the door regardless of his injuries.

The door was not closed.

He quickly caught up with the abbot who was walking in front of him, knelt down heavily with a thump, and fell to the ground.

The scar on his head after he took the precepts was personally placed on him by the abbot when he entered Buddhism at the age of five. Even today, it still shines brightly.

"Master, please save her."

"This is your confusion, what can I, old monk, do?
Have you really thought it through? "

The old monk was silent for a long time before he spoke.

The young monk Zhishan kowtowed again to express his determination.

The old monk sighed, waved his right hand, and three rays of Buddha light were bestowed upon the young monk: “This is all that Fanyin Temple can give you.

A girl from the Hehuan Sect.

And the Taoist cultivator who fought with you, the leader of the Hehuan Sect, is about to come out of seclusion.

If you can convince him, you will have a chance to plead for her at the Fanyin Temple.

I hope that when you come down the mountain this time, you can find the path you really want to take and the answers you want. "

The abbot shook his head, without saying another word, and went straight back to the main hall, where he continued to strike the wooden fish and concentrate on his practice.

The young monk Zhishan returned to the room, and after some rest, he hurried down the mountain with the three rays of Buddha's light blessed by the abbot.

The Fanyin Temple still stands on the high mountain, surrounded by a constant stream of pilgrims and strong incense. It does not seem lonely at all because of the departure of a little monk.

Everything seems to have changed, yet nothing seems to have changed.

"Are you just going to give up the Heaven and Earth Buddha Body of the Fanyin Temple?"

In the abbot's hall, the monks from the Dharma Temple had their eyes wide open, their robes held up by their tense muscles, and they wore a huge string of Buddhist beads on their heads. They walked towards them with bold and resolute steps, like an arhat who had slayed demons.

With every step he took, his whole body emanated the power to subdue demons and the aura of an arhat.

"If the Buddha's body of heaven and earth is not carved, how can we select the beautiful jade?

If you don't go through hardships, how can you find the right path?

Buddhist disciples will surely face many difficulties in the future. If you cannot even overcome the word "love", how can you hope for the Fanyin Temple to return to its glory?"

The abbot, with white hair and beard, turned around slowly, and the wooden fish mallet in his hand never stopped, making a "dong dong dong" sound.

In response to the abbot's remarks, the monks from the Dharma Temple, who had been chattering and aggressive just now, also fell silent.

“The Buddha’s body of heaven and earth is certainly important, but Fanyin Temple places more emphasis on the long term.

As long as we can cultivate one Buddha body of heaven and earth, we can cultivate a second one. The future of Fanyin Temple must not be affected by the affairs of one person.

Abbot, I understand. "

The monks from the Dharma Academy nodded heavily. Although they were unwilling, they had no choice but to leave.

In this matter, everyone naturally has a clear judgment on the importance of one person and one temple.

……

In the back mountain of the Zheng family at the Dragon Blood Mine in Tiannanfang City, Zheng Yi's process of breaking through the Crystallization Realm was much smoother than he had expected, but the noise was a little louder than he had imagined at first.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh", a strong wind suddenly arose, the thunder in the sky shook the heaven and earth, thunder roared, lightning flashed, and thunder dragons roamed in the air, even directly affecting the back mountain of the Dragon Blood Mine.

The commotion was so great that it seemed as if something against the will of heaven had appeared in the world.

Fortunately, no thunderstorm struck.

"Nothing will happen to my husband?"

Wang Qing said with a worried look on her face.

Wang Manman looked determined, as if she had some guesses about the scene in the back mountain of the Dragon Blood Mine, and she quickly spoke to comfort the sisters around her: "My husband should be breaking through to the Crystal Realm.

My husband is the future supporter of our Zheng family. Once he breaks through to the crystallization realm, even the people from the Tianxuan Sword Sect will not dare to act rashly.

With him, we feel at ease.”

After hearing what Wang Manman said, the other sisters also breathed a sigh of relief.

"My husband will surely succeed."

Wang Xue said slowly, and the other sisters echoed and continued to cheer for Zheng Yi.

In the back mountain of the Dragon Blood Mine, bolts of thunder were raging in the sky, as if they were about to strike at any time.

Zheng Yi stood on the top of the mountain behind, and the strong wind made his clothes rustle.

He looked up at the sky for a long time, as if he had a new understanding of the world: "This God is really going to strike me down, is it because I am not from this world?"

Zheng Yi pondered secretly.

When he came to this world, he was not safely escorted by the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror as usual, but he arrived here by chance after almost dying together with the Cang Yue Flame Emperor.

This is completely different from the normal arrival after the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror is fully charged.

"Could it be that the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror lost its effectiveness in that situation?"

Zheng Yi could only guess this. After all, he and Canglan had never encountered such a situation when they traveled through various worlds before.

"God, I don't want to go against you."

Zheng Yi said with a wry smile.

After an unknown amount of time, the thunder in the sky gradually dissipated. It seemed that the heavens were unwilling to give up. "Swish, swish, swish", heavy rain fell, as if it was another warning to Zheng Yi. (End of this chapter)