The Little Monk Goes Down the Mountain [Transmigration Book]

As soon as Xue Yang finished speaking, he heard Han Qing exclaim again: "Bing'er! What's wrong with you?"

All eyes turned to Xue Bing behind Xue Yang, only to see her pale and blue lips, lying in Han Jing's arms.

Xue Yang was shocked, and hurried forward, swept Han Qing away, and took Xue Bing, but his fingers had already touched Xue Bing's veins.

Ji Xuan looked at this scene with a frown, Zhan Ming was startled, did Xue Bing really die in this incident?

"What's going on?" A moment later, when Xue Yang finally withdrew his finger, Ji Xuan asked immediately.

"Spiritual consciousness is damaged. I'm afraid that the evil spirit has caused great damage to her just now." Xue Yang's face was very ugly. He didn't expect that it was just a wave of evil spirit that had such a great impact on Xue Bing. There was a hint of regret, because he was too reckless just now.

Ji Xuan gave Xue Bing a strange look, how could he be so fragile even if he was a Golden Core cultivator.

Xue Yang handed the pale-looking Xue Bing into Han Qing's hands, and said in a low voice, "Send Bing'er back to rest, you don't have to meddle in today's affairs."

Han Qing also looked very worried, nodded, took Xue Bing, turned and left.

Zhan Ming stood by and watched, but felt a little weird, especially the atmosphere between Han Qing and Xue Bing was not as close as he imagined. Just now when Xue Bing fell down, Han Qing didn't even dare to hug her, and only supported her with his arms. He looked very stiff, and Xue Yang didn't seem very polite to this genius monk's son-in-law. The flick just now should have used his real strength, and Han Qing's face turned pale.

Zhan Ming was very puzzled. Han Qing, who originally had a deep love for his deceased wife, did he have any secrets?

But before Zhan Ming thought about it, Xue Yang said again: "Master Jixuan, what can you see?"

Ji Xuan frowned: "This should be a magician." He dropped the bomb lightly.

"What?" Xue Yang stepped forward suddenly: "Did someone do it?"

"Yes." Ji Xuan raised his eyebrows and replied, "Has Xue Tanyue never seen Moxiu?"

Xue Yang's face was ugly. Of course he had seen demon cultivators, but he never thought that there would be demon cultivators in the East China Sea. Although the demonic way is peaceful now, the East China Sea is no different than the Central Land and the North Territory. With Zhaohui Temple, the demon cultivators Xiu will never be able to gain a foothold in the East China Sea.

Xue Yang wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and said in a low voice: "This...it's unlikely..." His tone was very guilty, because he knew very well in his heart that Zhaohui Temple's ability to identify demon cultivators is the ability to distinguish demon cultivators throughout the entire distance. Huozhou is also first-class, not to mention that the person who judges is a cultivator who transforms the spirit.

Sure enough, Ji Xuan just sneered: "If you don't believe me, you can go out to the ancestors of your Xue family to identify it."

Of course Xue Yang didn't dare to go to the ancestor for identification, not to mention that doing so would offend Ji Xuan, he was afraid that he would also offend the ancestor.

"No...no need." Xue Yang reluctantly waved his hand: "I was Meng Lang before, of course I believed Master Jixuan's words, but I didn't know how this demon cultivator got into Donghai."

If this person is a demon cultivator, then the Xue family would be the first person to be responsible for being able to hide in Donghai for so long.

"There is no need to investigate this kind of thing in advance. Finding out the whereabouts of this person is the business. You go and prepare ten high-quality spiritual jade, and I will cast the spell." Ji Xuan didn't wait too long. The method of the method can be used.

Xue Yang immediately nodded in response, and with a twist of Ji Xuan's fingertips, the fragment wrapped in golden light sank into his sleeve.

"When you're ready, send it to the uncle's yard. I'll wait for you there." After speaking, Jixuan turned and left the room.

Zhan Ming also left, but he was still a little worried. He always felt that this matter would not be solved so easily.

Zhan Ming and Ji Xuan soon returned to the welcoming residence, but when they first returned, they were not greeted by the quiet and honest Xue Lin in Zhan Ming's eyes, but by the arrogant Duan family.

The man stood arrogantly in the courtyard, looking around at the surrounding plants and trees, with a trace of disdain in the corner of his eyes, while Xue Rin stood aside, covering his chest with one hand, his face was pale, and there was faint blood at the corner of his mouth.

When Zhan Ming saw this situation, he couldn't help feeling angry, and hurried to Xue Rin's side, frowned and looked at his slightly painful expression, and said in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Xue Rin pursed her lips, her bright black eyes remained calm.

"It's okay." He whispered.

Zhan Ming looked at his gracefully curved neck that was exposed because he lowered his head slightly. There was still a touch of youthful youthfulness, but there seemed to be some hidden power hidden.

"Fellow Daoist Duan!" He turned to look at the Duan family members with faint anger in his eyes: "What do you mean?" He never thought that the Duan family members would be so arrogant and domineering!

The Duan family just smiled at Zhan Ming, but turned his eyes to Ji Xuan who was standing at the door with a calm expression.

"Master Jixuan, we meet again." There seemed to be some special emotion in his tone.

Ji Xuan looked straight at the Duan family, and said in a cold tone, "Duan Su, do you still dare to come to Donghai?"

His tone was so calm, but the words he said were like sharp knives, chilling the hearts of everyone around him. Even Zhan Ming was a little surprised that Ji Xuan didn't even want to be perfunctory, and he didn't know what to do with this What kind of hatred do people have.

"Of course I want to come." Duan Su looked at Ji Xuan with a sneer, the jealousy in his heart spread like crazy weeds, he was already a cultivator of Huashen!

"My nephew died in your East China Sea. I don't know what your Zhaohui Temple has to say?" He looked straight at Jixuan with malice in his eyes.

Jixuan was expressionless: "The person who took your nephew's life was not from Zhaohui Temple. Why did Zhaohui Temple give you an explanation? If you want revenge, you can help us catch this evil spirit."

Duan Su gritted his teeth and said with a sneer, "Okay, then I'll see what you can make of it." Then he turned and left.

After Duan Su left, Ji Xuan's face was not that good-looking, he still looked at the direction Duan Su left, his eyes were very complicated, but the next moment, he walked out of the yard directly, Zhan Ming looked at the direction he was walking , but in the direction of Xue's front hall.

Zhan Ming felt a little strange, and wanted to follow to see what was going on, but looking at Xue Lin who was standing in front of him, he pushed the matter to the back, and stretched out his hand to support Xue Lin. He took out a Yang Ling Pill from the ring and brought it to Xue Lin's mouth.

"Quickly take it."

He could tell at a glance that Xue Rin had suffered an internal injury, that Duan Su was still a Nascent Soul cultivator after all, Xue Rin was a small foundation-builder cultivator, and even Duan Su's coercion could not bear it.

Xue Rin pursed her lips, and did not take the elixir close to her mouth, but looked up at Zhan Ming, his eyes were deep and sharp, like a newborn wolf cub, faintly There was also a hint of confusion.

Zhan Ming couldn't help but raised his hand and patted the top of his hair, the soft hair felt very nice to the touch.

"Take it quickly, you have internal injuries and need to recover as soon as possible." He said softly.

Xue Lin still looked at him, like a stubborn little beast, with stubbornness in his eyes that Zhan Ming couldn't understand.

Zhan Ming didn't want to delay his condition, so he could only forcefully put the pill into his mouth, then waved his hands and put him cross-legged in front of him, with his hands against his back, the endless stream of inner breath was sent to him. into his body.

Zhan Ming's spiritual power had already entered Xue Rin's body, and he couldn't help being startled. There were faint cracks on his meridians, and his sea of ​​consciousness was also injured. Zhan Ming didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power. Catalyzed the elixir he had just taken into his body.

This Yangling pill is an earth-level elixir, and it is an excellent elixir for repairing the meridians. Even in Zhaohui Temple, it is rare, but the only bad thing is that Xue Lin, as a foundation-building monk, has no The ability to fuse this level of elixir, so I can only rely on Zhan Ming to help him fuse.

Zhan Ming catalyzed the elixir to infiltrate his meridians over and over again. This process was so long that Zhan Ming didn't know how many times he had stimulated his spiritual power, nor did he know how much he had sent to Xue Lin. How much spiritual power, but when the elixir was finally fully catalyzed, all of Xue Lin's meridians were soaked in the elixir, and the cracks were finally repaired, he could hardly even stand up, and the whole person was As if being soaked in water, the monk's robe was soaked with sweat, and the spiritual power in his body had long been exhausted, and the golden elixir in his body, which was originally full of spiritual light, also dimmed a lot.

Zhan Ming swallowed a Vitality Pill with his breath, and then circulated in his body for a long time, barely recovering half of his physical strength, but he looked at the pale and sweaty man sitting next to him. Xue Lin still frowned.

The injury of the meridian is easy to heal, but the injury of Zhihai is not. Although he hugged his meridian today, but the sea of ​​consciousness...

Zhan Ming's heart sank, I'm afraid this will take some effort.

Zhan Ming helped Xue Rin into the house, helped him lie on the bed, and put a layer of restraint around him, and he was relieved.

He glanced at the dark sky outside and frowned, not knowing what was going on in Jixuan's place.

Zhan Ming was worried about Jixuan in his heart, but he didn't dare to leave Xue Rin at this moment, so he could only continue to stay by Xue Rin's side until he finally woke up.

When Xue Lin opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Zhan Ming.

He was sitting by the bed, his clear eyes seemed to contain endless worries, his brows and eyes, which were originally dusty, were faintly heavy against the dim light in the room.

"Ex...Senior." Xue Rin didn't know why, obviously he had no strength in his whole body, and his voice was hoarse, but he still wanted to call him, he didn't want to see him like this, so heavy, so gloomy.

Zhan Ming looked at him, sighed, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk, your body is not fully recovered yet, you need to take care of it for a few days, you take this pill first." He took out an exquisite blue elixir, with faint water ripples in it.

Xue Lin looked up at Zhan Ming, and then swallowed the pill without any hesitation.

Zhan Ming didn't know what kind of mood he had in swallowing this elixir, he just stroked the top of his hair lightly as a reward, and said in a warm voice: "Your sea of ​​consciousness is injured, this elixir It can temporarily alleviate the injury of your sea of ​​consciousness, but if you want to cure it, I don’t have the ability. When you are almost recovered, I will take you back to see my uncle, and he will have a solution.”

Xue Lin nodded obediently, but Zhan Ming didn't notice that there was a glint of light in his lowered eyes.