Chapter 182 Holy Son, Can You Confess Your Sin?

"Ji Tuibao, get up." Ji Wenyi's voice was filled with anger.

Ye Xiaoman forced her eyelids open.

“We have to practice it every day.”

Ye Xiaoman asked dazedly, "Ji Wenyi, do you have a plan in your head?"

It is filled with daily must-do items. Check one off when you finish one.

Even being intimate with a woman feels like carrying out a mission.

Whether he gets married in the future, you need to plan how many times a week you want to do it and how long each time should last. As long as the planned time point arrives, regardless of whether both parties are interested or not, the task must be completed on time and in full.

One can even imagine him sullenly marking in his little notebook: If you are not satisfied with the duration this time, I will make up for it with interest next time.

Shit, Ji Wenyi, a perfectionist and control freak, is really capable of doing this.

Ye Xiaoman hooked her arms around Ji Wenyi's neck and sat up bonelessly.

Her negative attitude made Ji Wenyi frown.

bump.

Ye Xiaoman bumped her forehead against Ji Wenyi's, forehead against forehead.

There was a triangular space between the two people from their brow bones to their chins.

We were so close that we could feel each other's warm breath.

She shrugged her almond-shaped eyes and stretched out her fingers to scratch Ji Wenyi's chin.

"Ji Wenyi, you're living such a tiring life."

If Ji Wenyi takes off his gentle mask, he is actually a very gloomy man.

Gloomy, elegant, cold, and good at scheming. He was like a piece of cold jade. When you tapped it with your fingers, it was hard and clanged. He was an emperor of all ages with a very morbid feeling.

Even someone as beautiful, strong and tragic as Xiao Chujing has a brighter background than him.

Ye Xiaoman was in a half-asleep state, a bit like she was drunk.

She leaned her forehead against Ji Wenyi's. Ji Wenyi raised his dark eyes to look at her, and when there was no trace of a smile, he looked so cold and creepy.

Ye Xiaoman murmured to him:

"That's not how men and women fall in love."

"For someone like you, if you want to get married, you can find a lady of equal status and it will happen in no time."

"But, dating is much more troublesome than finding someone to marry."

"When it comes to love, it's not like you can just put your hand inside clothes and rub them, and that's it."

Ji Wenyi seemed to sneer.

Ye Xiaoman rubbed his forehead with hers and closed her eyes.

“When you like someone, that feeling of love doesn’t require planning.”

"I want to see her."

"I want to kiss her anytime, anywhere."

"The throbbing, the love comes from nowhere, the love is deep and lasting."

"It's a desire from the heart, a natural thing."

"Love is just..."

The moonlight is alluring and the flowers are in full bloom.

Ye Xiaoman's whisper was light and soft, and in the end it was just a breath.

"I like you."

Ji Wenyi's mood calmed down as her voice sounded. He couldn't help but close his eyes, keeping his forehead against hers, quietly feeling the silence of the world at this moment.

“Zzzzz——”

Ji Wenyi heard snoring, suddenly opened his eyes, and saw Ye Xiaoman fell asleep again.

Were you just fooling him?

He pushed her away angrily and said, "Go back to sleep."

Ye Xiaoman staggered to the door and said, "Let's go. See you tomorrow."

She waved and disappeared into the night.

It was like an orchid had become a spirit, a fleeting encounter.

Ji Wenyi just remembered that he had been pestered by her all day and had forgotten to take care of the orchid.

He sat back at his desk and continued to review memorials.

The leopard beast came over and lay down beside him.

Suddenly I felt a little deserted.

Ye Xiaoman returned to her palace and fell down with her head down.

I seem to have forgotten who to appease...

Forget it, I’ll think about it tomorrow.

It's late at night and everyone is asleep.

Jiaying stayed awake all night. He sat upright on the futon and unfolded a scroll.

On the ancient silk paper, the picture shows an old monk with white eyebrows sitting under a bodhi tree and meditating on Buddha.

The characters and scenery are lifelike, like miniature versions of real people.

Jiaying hung the scroll in front of him and injected spiritual energy into the Bodhi leaf in the upper right corner.

The green treetops were nourished by spiritual energy and became greener and greener. The leaves began to sway as if blown by the wind.

The next second, the green color sucked Jiaying into the world of the painting.

"Master."

Jiaying stood in front of the old monk and bowed.

The old ancestor in charge of teaching Buddhist disciples at Yongning Temple opened his eyes, his divine light subdued, "The Holy Son has arrived."

Jiaying directly stated his purpose: "I am here to ask for punishment."

Jiaying has been acting strangely lately. The Yongning Temple's higher-ups have secretly launched an investigation into him, but for some reason, the lower-ups haven't reported anything yet...

I guess the situation is serious and the intelligence needs to be reviewed multiple times.

The old monk has already noticed the unusual information.

But Jiaying was raised by him, and they had a special bond. He was willing to give Jiaying a chance. "Why?"

Jiaying said, "My disciple has developed a demon in his heart."

The old monk's expression became solemn. The heart of the devil was sealed in Jiaying's body. Strong emotions would nourish the devil's heart and help the devil's power revive, so Jiaying could not have any emotions.

Jiaying went on to say, “Suffering allows one to see clearly into one’s heart.”

The old monk was silent for a while, then stood up and walked towards the mountain path behind the Bodhi tree. "Follow me."

The steep ladder is so long that it almost reaches the sky.

The figures of Jiaying and the old monk were covered by the lush green pines and cypresses and disappeared in the clouds.

There is a small Buddhist temple at the top of the ladder. There is a plaque hanging at the door with the ancient characters "Disciplinary Department" written on it.

Monks who commit mistakes in Yongning Temple, whose status is above that of the abbot, will be thrown here for corporal punishment.

Jiaying walked in alone.

The soul-cleansing sound of chanting came from all directions, enveloping him like a dragnet.

One hundred and eight Arhats holding whips appeared from the clouds and slowly walked towards Jiaying.

Jiaying knelt in the aisle and took off his monk's robe.

An Arhat holding a whip came up, and the whip, which contained golden magic power and was wrapped in a thousand pounds of force to judge evil, hit Jiaying on the back without mercy.

A hideous blood mark immediately appeared on the fair skin.

It is something that Jiaying's magic power cannot heal. The wound that is turned outward will continue to inflict pain that ordinary people cannot endure like the fire of purgatory.

The power of this whip is so strong that even an ordinary Jindan cultivator would wail.

The arhat's voice was like a loud bell, torturing Jiaying's soul.

"Holy Son, do you confess your sin?"

Jiaying's pale lips were stained red with blood. His temperament was as cold and holy as a god or Buddha, and there was no expression on his face from beginning to end.

His voice was cold and indifferent, his attitude was firm and there was no turning back.

"No."

The second whip was used with greater magic power.

"Do you plead guilty?"

"No."

The third whip.

"No."

…

After the new day ended, Ji Wenyi returned to the Prince's Mansion.

He stepped into the garden as usual.

After spending some time together recently, he has developed the habit of having dinner with Ye Xiaoman after get off work every day.

The garden is empty today.

The white figure that would usually fly towards him like a happy bird disappeared today.

Ji Wenyi felt as if his heart was empty.

He began to understand those ministers who got married, and understood Xiao Chujing who would say that someone was waiting for him at home and was in a hurry to leave after drinking.

It feels good to have someone waiting for you at home.

Once you go out, you can't help but want to go home.