Being in the enemy camp, Wei Lin did not dare to practice. After reading Zhenjun Fu Jian's Pulse Case, he simply found a medical book and read it.
In the house opposite, there lived a monk who was good at medicine and was a cultivator of golden elixirs. His house was also brightly lit, and it was unclear whether he was practicing or doing something else.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, Wei Lin had been here for three days and had already met Zhenjun Fu Jian, but he just didn't have the chance to make a move.
At every moment, there are two to three people guarding Zhenjun Fu Jian, and among them there must be a golden elixir stage monk.
Fortunately, due to the incident in the Misty Swamp, the Nascent Soul Lord who was previously stationed here went to the sea to set up an array; otherwise, how to escape after killing Fu Jian would also be a problem.
Tonight, it was his turn.
The location of Zhenjun Fu Jian was in an underground secret room in the center of the small building. There was a group of foundation-building disciples of the Taiyi Sect guarding the corridor leading to the secret room. Passing through the long corridor was a spacious stone room.
In the center of the stone room is an ice bed, which is made of thousands of years of ice. It is so dark and cold that it feels like your soul will be frozen when you get close to it. Zhenjun Fu Jian lay on the bed.
Because of the cold air emanating from the ice bed, they, the foundation-building monks, could not endure it for a long time. There were no guards outside the stone chamber, and during his shift, he only had to stay outside the stone chamber with the young disciple responsible for taking care of him.
At the boundary between the inside and outside of the stone room, there stood a Jindan monk with his hands hanging down. He was dressed in simple gray robes without any decoration, and only had a simple hairpin on his head. He was extremely simple from head to toe.
If he hadn't accidentally caught a glimpse of several doctors who were also Jindan monks showing fear towards him, he might have regarded him as an ordinary guard.
Paying more attention, Wei Lin discovered that Manager Lin would report to that person every morning. Obviously, he was the actual person in charge here, and Manager Lin was only in name.
But Ji Ruochen didn't say anything about this.
Wei Lin sneered in his heart, Ji Ruochen was so brave and dared to play tricks under such circumstances.
If nothing unexpected happens, this Chu Zhenren should be Chu Xingwen, the eldest disciple of Zhenjun Fu Jian. He is the eldest disciple of Yifeng. His talent, strength and wealth are definitely not bad, and he is different from other Jindan monks.
He held the pulse case and looked through it carefully on the long case outside. He went in every half an hour to check on the situation of the patient, and briefly gave some instructions to the young disciples taking care of him.
Because Fu Jian's condition is stable, he only needs to take care of him according to the previous method. Moreover, he has been lying down for eight years. The young disciple who is taking care of him is familiar with everything. He doesn't need to say anything. He just got over. No secrets revealed.
Pretending to take Zhenjun Fujian's pulse, he opened his eyelids and took a look. He could feel a line of sight at the door that had been following him since he stood up.
He calmly whispered to his disciple: "Watch carefully and call me as soon as possible if there is any situation."
At five o'clock in the morning, he stood up again to complete his routine inspection and walked outside. Suddenly he saw a flash of joy between Chu Xingwen's brows, and then he tilted his head slightly and lowered his eyelids.
Wei Lin's heart skipped a beat, someone was transmitting a message to him!
With a calm expression, he walked to the table outside and sat down. He lowered his head and turned over the pulse table, thinking in his mind, who would be transmitting the message to him?
With a happy face, it was obvious that he was not from the small building. The situation here was all under the control of Chu Xingwen. The only thing that made him happy was probably to help Zhenjun Jian wake up.
This matter is not true now, that is what happened outside.
To be able to transmit messages to him through many barriers and formations, the person transmitting the message must be very high-level, most likely in the middle or late stage of Nascent Soul.
Wei Lin was so anxious that he hesitated to take action directly. At this time, Chu Xingwen suddenly said, "I'll go out for a while and you guys can watch carefully."
The opportunity has come!
Wei Lin turned to look at him, with a brief doubt in his eyes. The doubt was quickly suppressed. He stood up and responded respectfully, watching Chu Xingwen leave.
The opportunity was fleeting, so there was no need to think about it. If what Chu Xingwen went out to do took a certain amount of time, he would definitely ask other Jindan monks to come and guard him; if it was short, he would turn back soon.
"Huh?"
Wei Lin let out a soft sigh, with doubts on his face, and walked to the ice bed in a flash. He waited for the disciple who was taking care of Zhenjun Zhenjun to be distracted and waited for him to make his move. Unexpectedly, the disciple suddenly turned his head and said in surprise: "Zhenjun You’re about to wake up! Fellow Daoist Ji, look quickly, are you about to wake up?”
"Okay, let me take a look."
Wei Lin nodded and took two steps forward to the bedside. The night pearl above his head illuminated the room brightly, and the mist overflowing from the ice bed did not affect him at all.
The man's eyes moved rapidly on the bed, and his heartbeat also fluctuated, sometimes fast and sometimes slow. He had not read the medical manuscripts these days in vain. This situation was indeed about to wake up.
He smiled: "I'm about to wake up."
The disciple was even more excited and threw himself on the ice bed, staring at it without blinking, muttering to himself: "Eight years, more than eight years, the true king is finally waking up."
The Moli Sword quietly appeared in his hand, and he calmly turned his head to look at the foundation-building young man lying in front of the ice bed. He turned his wrist slightly, and the cold light of the sword blade was obscured by the dense mist in the room.
"Zhenjun, you're awake!"
The sound of surprise moved Wei Lin's gaze from the disciple to Fu Jian on the bed.
Zhenjun Fu Jian slowly opened his eyes, as if to break free from the predicament, and stared blankly at the luminous pearl above his head.
The young man beside the bed cried with joy. His voice attracted Zhenjun Fu Jian's attention. His eyes turned to him. He clearly recognized the young man. His eyes softened. He thought of something. He opened his mouth half-open and wanted to speak, but all he could say was "ho." The sound of hoo.
"What?"
When he woke up, his voice was extremely hoarse, and the words he spat out seemed to be stuck in his throat and were extremely blurred.
Seeing that the two of them were not paying attention to him, Wei Lin thrust the long sword in his hand and inserted it into the young man's vest.
The coolness in his heart made the young man startled slightly. His mind went blank and he was a little unable to react. Zhenjun Fu Jian was finally able to utter a complete sentence on the bed.
His words made the dying boy stunned again for a moment. When the boy finally reacted and wanted to give a warning, unprecedented darkness instantly flooded his consciousness.
"Yue, Yue...the person who opened the seal is called Yue..."
As soon as Fu Jian finished speaking, the young man beside the bed tilted his head and fell on the edge of the bed. Just now, his mind was on how to speak out. He had just woken up and was very slow in all aspects. Looking at the fallen young man, he realized No, there is a faint smell of blood in the cold air.
"you--"
As soon as he raised his head and said a word, a bloody long sword was inserted into his heart. The heart that had just become active was instantly crushed into powder by the sword energy.
Wei Lin stretched out his hand to check Fu Jian's breath. After confirming that he was dead, he quickly took off the young man's robe and put it on himself. He also placed a few explosive charms beside Hanbing's bed, leaving a few sword auras around.
As long as someone comes in and triggers the sword energy, the explosive talisman will be activated and the body of Zhenjun Fujian will be blown up.
The sect has a profound foundation. If there is some unknown way to check the soul memory of the dead monk, wouldn't all this be in vain?
Finally, he poured out all the shufangyi on his body and sprinkled it all over the stone room. Then he lowered his head and hurried out.
"Junior brother Jin, why did you come out?"
Seeing him, the guard outside was surprised. Chu Zhenren had just left a cup of tea, but why did he come out too.
Wei Lin kept walking, his voice trembling with excitement, "Zhenjun is awake. Fellow Daoist Ji is diagnosing his pulse inside. I'm going to find Master Chu and Master Peng."
"real?"
The guard was overjoyed and heard 'Junior Brother Jin' say: "By the way, hurry up and send a few people in to guard."
The guard heard the same thing. Junior Brother Jin was gone. Ji Ruochen was the only one inside, and he was also a member of the Xuanyu Sect. He immediately brought a few people in, and naturally there was no life left after entering.
Wei Lin continued to move forward, and when he turned a corner, a Jindan monk came towards him. He should be the person sent by Chu Xingwen to replace him.
Without waiting for the other party to ask, he quickly said: "Zhenjun is awake, Zhenjun, go take a look, I'll call the others."
Hearing that Jian was being helped to wake up, the real man was overjoyed and without thinking about it, he disappeared at the end of the corridor in a flash.
Wei Lin exhaled and used his body skills to the extreme. When he was only a foot away from the exit of the secret room, he paused. The bamboo moon-colored lotus in the sea of consciousness swayed gently a few times, and the coolness was like ripples on the lake. layer transfer.
He was stunned, Ah Li was nearby.
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