[Yang Jian] Rebels always want to commit the following crimes!

Yang Jian immediately left Penglai Island with Jin Ling in his arms, and flew to Lao Tzu's dojo.

Xuan Du saw that Jin Ling's body had become faintly transparent and might disappear at any moment, so he quickly led Yang Jian to Lao Tzu.

Laozi stopped explaining the scriptures with Duobao.

Jin Ling's condition is extremely dangerous, even worse than when she came to Penglai Island ten thousand years ago.

Ten thousand years ago, the golden spirit, although extremely weak, could still maintain a human form, but now, Duobao can almost see Yang Jian's body through the golden spirit.

Duobao's eyes turned red, and his voice lowered: "How did it happen?"

He has been in Lao Tzu's dojo all the time and has not gone anywhere. Under the blessing of Lao Tzu's mana, he can't feel any external information.

He thought that the conferring of the gods was over and the three religions had returned to the right path, but he never thought that Yang Jian would come here with Jin Ling in his arms.

Xuandu explained: "Fellow Daoist Jinling took back the destiny from Tiandao."

The implication is that it is already very good that Jin Ling can save a life when he regains his destiny, the best of luck.

Duobao was dumb: "I should have gone."

He is the senior brother who intercepted the teaching, and he should do such dangerous things, but Jin Ling sent him to Lao Tzu.

He should have thought of it earlier.

Taking a deep breath, Duobao looked at Lao Tzu, with a pleading voice: "I beg Master to save her."

Lao Tzu glanced at Duo Bao, sighed softly, and spread his palms upwards. A pill appeared in his palm, but he handed it to Yang Jian, saying, "Feed her first."

Yang Jian hurriedly fed Jin Ling to eat.

Jin Ling's ever-fading body slowly stopped, Yang Jian heaved a sigh of relief, and his whole figure swayed as if losing strength.

Xuan Du stood beside him and reached out to support him.

Yang Jian calmed down and thanked Xuan Du.

Xuandu smiled slightly, and called him a saint from a fellow Taoist: "The heart of a saint is messed up."

Yang Jian's long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes, looked down at Jin Ling, and said, "She did this for me."

Thinking of the momentous scene just now, Yang Jian was still terrified. He almost lost her completely.

He watched her body gradually fade away, but he couldn't do anything. At that moment, he finally understood the sentence she often said: Saints are all ants.

In an instant, something broke out of the ground, and those broken pictures that he couldn't see clearly became clear little by little.

On Penglai Island, the sun was just right. She loosened her hair and closed her eyes to rest under the shade of flowers. He walked over and called Master softly.

The golden crow's light dazzled his eyes, and he seemed to see a very faint smile on her originally cold, expressionless face.

She stood up, her long hair draped over her shoulders, she turned her face slightly, her small and delicate chin was like white jade, and said, "Teacher."

The past events flooded in like a tide, almost engulfing Yang Jian, and Yang Jian was a little out of breath.

From beginning to end, he was her apprentice and she was his only master.

She came there that day and rescued Yang Chan from the Great Golden Crow. Since then, her alienated gaze and cold demeanor have been lingering in his heart.

Recalling the past, Yang Jian only felt sore in his heart. His fingers lightly brushed Jin Ling's face. Her body was originally cold, but now, he couldn't feel it at all.

Can't feel anything.

Lao Tzu's calm voice sounded: "Although Jin Ling saved her life, she was severely damaged. Even if I try my best to save her, there is no guarantee that she will be restored to her original state."

Yang Jian's breathing was stagnant, and his voice trembled slightly: "Will she die?"

For the first time, he realized how terrible the word death is.

"will not."

Yang Jian paused, Lao Tzu shook his head and said casually, "But I won't live either."

"No one can say how long she will stay in this form."

Duobao frowned slightly, thinking about the scene when Jin Ling came to Penglai Island.

It stands to reason that Jin Ling at that time was more seriously injured than now, but at that time Jin Ling could maintain a human form. After thinking about it, Duobao asked Lao Tzu: "Uncle, ten thousand years ago, my sister's injury was not serious. Heavier than now, when she..."

Lao Tzu's eyes flickered, and he said: "At that time, she got the blood of the saint."

The heart and soul are extremely important to those who cultivate immortality. If the heart and blood are lost, not only will the cultivation base be greatly reduced, but it will also be easily eroded by external evil thoughts.

Yang Jian said without hesitation: "I can give it to her."

Lao Tzu glanced at Yang Jian and said calmly, "That's the brainchild of God Haotian."

"God Haotian has the same origin as her, and the elixir refined with his blood can protect her heart."

The implication is that apart from Haotian God's blood, no one's blood is of any use to her.

Now God Haotian was fighting with Jinling against the body by Tiandao, it is hard to say whether he is dead or not, even if he is not dead now, if he ran over to dig him out, I am afraid that he would not be far from death.

As for why the Haotian God gave Jin Ling a heart attack in the first place, I don't need to say, everyone here knows that it is because Yuanshi Tianzun made a deal with Haotian God.

Yuanshi Tianzun gave up West Kunlun to Yaochi Golden Mother to practice, and Haotian God gave Yuanshi Tianzun his heart and soul to protect Jin Ling's heart.

The God of Haotian, who lost his heart and soul, spent his divine power to have a child with Yaochi Jinmu, and Tiandao took advantage of the loopholes, resulting in the subsequent disaster of Heavenly Dao.

Yang Jian's eyes darkened, and he said, "Uncle, is there any other way?"

Lao Tzu thought for a while, and said: "There is a ten thousand mu lotus pond in the far west, which is the place with the most abundant spiritual power in the world. When Tiandao first left Haotian's limbs and was extremely weak, he used to rest there."

"It might be better if you take her there."

Yang Jian lowered his eyes and nodded, gently hugged Jin Ling in his arms, just took a step, stopped the leader again, and couldn't help asking Lao Tzu: "Is it true that my blood is useless at all?"

Lao Tzu glanced at him lightly and said, "Have you ever had skin-to-skin contact with her?"

Duobao: "..."

If Yang Jian and Jin Ling had a physical relationship, according to the temper of the leader of Tongtian, I am afraid that Yang Jian's grave will be three feet high at this moment.

Yang Jian's earlobe turned red, and he said, "No."

"That's it."

Lao Tzu said: "You are not related to her, so it is useless."

Yang Jian moved his fingers unnaturally, and walked out the door with Jin Ling in his arms.

Above the clouds, a misty breeze came slowly, and Jin Ling's weight was so light that he could almost ignore it.

The [-]-mu lotus pond is very easy to find, you only need to escape the spiritual energy, and you will be able to find it.

In the endless lotus leaves and lotus flowers, Yang Jian met a few more acquaintances.

Randeng Manjusri and Fear Liusun both practice here.

Unless the saint released his breath deliberately, others would not be aware of his arrival. Therefore, when Yang Jian arrived at the lotus leaf bush, he feared Liusun was talking to Manjusri.

Looking up while speaking, he saw Yang Jian holding Jin Ling expressionlessly and falling from the clouds.

Fearing that he would leave his grandson, he immediately lost his ability to speak, and stammered, "Master... Master."

Yang Jian didn't even look at him, hugged Jin Ling, and went into the water gently, the lotus leaf held Jin Ling's face, her face seemed to have a breath of life, Yang Jian said: "I'm not your head teacher .”

The fear of leaving grandchildren is even more frightening.

Liushen was thinking of countermeasures in vain, but in front of the saint, no countermeasures were useless, under the crush of absolute strength, there was no time for conspiracy and trickery.

Compared with the trembling cold sweat that feared leaving grandchildren, Manjusri was very calm. He glanced at the burning lamp with his eyes closed as if he was waiting to die, and then looked at Yang Jian who looked down at Jin Ling with a gentle face, and thought about it. After waiting for a while, he asked, "Fellow Daoist Jinling, are you injured?"

Yang Jian didn't answer, Manjushri glanced at Jin Ling who was mostly submerged in the water, and said again: "When I was young and practiced and walked in the world, I got a local prescription, which may be useful to fellow Taoist Jin Ling."

There were layers of waves on the water, Yang Jian slowly raised his head, his eyes were like cold stars, he looked at Manjusri, and said, "What prescription?"

Manjusri said: "Can this prescription change my future?"

Yang Jian said coldly: "I didn't intend to kill you."

He is not a person who interprets teachings. What does it have to do with him if his disciples apostate or not?

"Fellow Daoist misunderstood me."

Manjusri smiled, looked at Yang Jian, and said slowly, "I mean, my future."

He bit the word "Qiancheng" very hard, Yang Jian listened, and then took a deep look at Manjusri.

It is said that Manjusri is the most intelligent person in teaching. In the past, Yang Jian didn't get along with Manjusri much at Qilin Cliff, so he didn't find Manjusri's excellence. Today, after a little contact with Manjusri, he found that the most intelligent person in teaching The name is indeed well deserved.

But Manjusri really caught his mind, he didn't dare to lose the golden spirit, even if there was a one in ten thousand chance, he would try it.

Tightening his fingers slightly, Yang Jian narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you know what happens when you lie to me?"

Manjusri nodded, with a sincere face, and said: "Of course Xiaoxian dare not deceive the saint."

Jin Ling was very close to Yang Jian, but Yang Jian couldn't feel her aura at all, not even a trace of her cold aura in the past.

Yang Jian slowly let go of his fingers again, and said: "Zhunti and Jieying have bowed their heads, Taoist Duobao respects Taiqing's decree and takes over the Western religion."

Fearing Liusun pulled Manjusri, wanting to say something.

After a pause, Yang Jian continued: "Duobao is kind-hearted, and if you vote under his seat, there may be a chance of survival."

Fear Liusun breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly thanked Yang Jian, Yang Jian nodded slightly, and looked at Manjusri.

Manjusri smiled and said: "There are also mortals who fall into a coma in the world. In this case, the people closest to him will accompany him every day, or wipe his body, or tell him about the unforgettable days of the two in the past. After a long time, that person slowly regained some consciousness."

Looking at Jin Ling who was held in Yang Jian's arms, Manjusri smiled sincerely: "If mortals are like this, saints may also have a try."

"I believe that under the meticulous care of Fellow Daoist, Fellow Daoist Jin Ling will wake up soon."

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Manjushri: People in love have zero IQ

Saints can't escape

In this prehistoric world with Taoists running all over the place

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Isn't this chapter so sweet! ! !

The next chapter is also sweet!

It's coming to an end soon

Brother Yang is finally going to embrace the beauty~