When Madam Sun pushed open the door, she still wondered if it was a hallucination.
Erlang has been gone for more than three months, and she ordered that all the houses he had lived in be sealed off.
I'm just afraid that seeing these things will remind me of the person I'm with.
I came here to burn incense today, and suddenly I heard a noise.
Could it be a rat?
While browsing in front of the bookshelves, I suddenly saw a deathly pale face in a dark corner.
The person floated out from the corner of the wall, as if they didn't have legs at all.
He suddenly smiled, his lips and tongue turning bright red.
"Mother-in-law, your best days are yet to come—"
Madam Sun's eyes widened.
I could barely hold onto the prayer beads in my hand.
"You, you..."
Overwhelmed with emotion, he fainted.
.
Before Qi Su could even tally up her earnings for the day, a tall, thin, masked man dressed entirely in black appeared out of nowhere in front of her.
Blackie...
Hmm, I've never seen this little black guy before.
"How did you get here?" Qi Su asked.
Considering that he probably saw what just happened, theoretically, I should offer a few excuses.
"I've come to take back everything that belongs to me."
Unexpectedly, Bai's excuses were in vain; the man in black seemed completely unconcerned about what was happening here.
It was announced coldly.
"The master wants to see you."
"Now? Let me finish eating first. Even though their family is awful, the chicken is still pretty good..."
…
I can't wait.
We simply can't wait.
After a lightning-fast rooftop parkour performance, Qi Su, along with the chicken, was thrown into Dao Ci's guest room.
The room was pitch black.
A familiar floral fragrance filled the air.
The smell is so strong, it almost masks the flavor of her roast chicken.
Qi Su took a bite of the chicken leg to calm her nerves.
After the man in black put her down, he disappeared.
There was only a tiny crack left by the window; how did he manage to squeeze through?
The lights were on inside the room.
A white-robed monk sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating.
Without even going there, just looking at the tiny, writhing worms inside his body, you can tell he's not having an easy time right now.
After seeing his miserable state, she first clicked her tongue twice.
"What's wrong? You ran into that little princess from Beiting again?"
Qi Su didn't rush over to help him. Instead, she dragged a chair over and sat down in front of the bed.
I sat and watched for five minutes while eating roast chicken.
Then, she let out a soft sigh.
"But our relationship is not what it used to be. A few days ago, I loved you so much, and you still let me go. The snow that night was so cold, it froze my body stiff."
Upon hearing this, the young monk sitting on the bed coughed softly twice, whether out of anger or because he could no longer bear the pain.
His muscles were tense, and his aura of violence was scattered throughout his body.
Compared to her usual aloof demeanor, she seemed more down-to-earth.
Qi Su sighed again.
"Fine. I'm already dead, I should accumulate good karma. I'll save people then."
She stepped onto the bed.
But the man stretched out his arm and blocked it.
What's the meaning?
He doesn't want treatment?
The monk in front of me had veins bulging on his neck like coiling dragons, and was sweating profusely.
But he suppressed his panting and said:
"shoe."
Um?
Qi Su looked down and realized she had stepped on someone's bed while wearing shoes.
No wonder the master was unhappy.
Qi Su jumped down, took off her shoes, and went back up.
Unexpectedly, I was blocked again.
Qi Su... if you keep doing this, I'm really going to get angry.
Should we go for it or not?
Dao Ci slightly opened his eyes, and his usually cold and dark phoenix eyes were now flushed with red at the corners.
With difficulty, he said, "Go, wash your hands."
Qi Su laughed in exasperation... He disliked her greasy appearance and was afraid she would dirty his bed.
Okay, I'll wash my hands then.
He carefully scrubbed himself twice with bath soap in his copper basin.
This time, we finally got close to Master Daoci.
.
This person's lips were as red as cherry blossoms in spring, and their usually fair skin was covered with a rosy glow.
Qi Su hadn't noticed before that this person's lips were so beautifully shaped.
During the day, he always had an aloof, cold, and ascetic demeanor.
It makes people feel guilty if they even glance at him.
Now that the disease has flared up, the skin appearance has gone to two extremes, making it very alluring.
Qi Su: "I'm going to take off your clothes. Relax and don't be afraid."
Dao Ci...
The familiar, cool energy flowed into the lungs and internal organs through the acupoints.
The raging fire burning in the boundless wilderness within the sea of consciousness seemed to encounter a torrential downpour in an instant.
The burning pain that was raging deep within my bones was immediately relieved by more than half.
The young monk, who had finally found temporary relief from endless suffering, did not relax his demeanor.
Instead, he frowned.
His body had adapted to this energy, and his endurance to endure the pain had decreased considerably.
…
Qi Su had no idea what he was thinking.
Cool fingers roamed over his body.
Finally, her slender arms embraced his waist.
The white-robed monk slowly opened his eyes.
After a brief moment of emptiness, a chilling, frosty light rose from his dark phoenix eyes.
He turned his head to look at her, but didn't say anything.
A chilling, oppressive aura was slowly released.
The woman, whose arms were still around his waist and whose head was resting on his shoulder, blinked.
"I'm so tired, I have no strength left. Can I lean on your shoulder for a bit?"
The monk grasped the uneasy hand that was moving around his waist and occasionally pinching the muscles in his waist.
The woman didn't seem to care at all when she was caught red-handed.
"Master, why are you holding my hand? I just think your waist is quite slender, and it feels nice to touch. How about you touch mine?"
Dao Ci remained patiently silent for two breaths.
He said coldly, "Get out of here."
Qi Su: "No way? You're turning your back on me now that you've pulled up your pants?"
Dao Ci: "...Don't talk nonsense."
Qi Su raised an eyebrow: "You know this joke. How would you, a monk, understand? Wait, there's one last step!"
Seeing that he was getting anxious, her expression suddenly turned serious.
Dao Ci let go of her arm.
Qi Su waved her finger in front of him.
"Please note."
She brushed her hand away from his face and leaned closer.
Taking advantage of the person's inattention, he kissed the lips he had been staring at all night hard.
Almost instantly, she was forced down onto the bed.
But we've already kissed.
As she moved, the peach wood hairpin that held her hair up was knocked away, and her long black hair hung down heavily like silk.
The young woman, lying face up on the bed with her throat pressed down, felt no sense of being threatened.
She blinked and smiled smugly.
"Master, your lips are so soft. I thought they would be as cold and hard as you are."
you--
The fingers that were on her throat tightened involuntarily, then relaxed and suddenly moved away.
Amitabha.
Color is not its own nature, but rather arises from the mind; the mind is not its own nature, but rather arises from color.
To attain a Pure Land, one must purify one's mind. As the mind becomes pure, so too does the Buddha-land.
…
Qi Su lay on her back, her expression unchanged.
"Try to be normal, relax. It's normal for good-looking people to be harassed by female ghosts. All things are empty, everything is illusory, illusory."
The monk pursed his lips, seemingly unable to bear it any longer.
He got out of bed without a word and kept at least ten feet away from Qi Su.
Seeing that he was moving away from her, Qi Su sat up and gave herself a thumbs up.
"I'm a miracle doctor! A man who was on the verge of death was brought back to life in the blink of an eye by me."
Two knocks came from outside the window.
A crack opened.
"Lord Song is on his way. Third Madam, it's time to disperse."
Qi Su: ...Damn it!
I've never been aboveboard with monks; we're always sneaking around, acting furtively.
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