Qi Su laughed, "Isn't that right?"
Other things aside, if you admit your mistake about murderous intent, how can you survive in a horror game?
Although he tried to restrain himself, his body was tense, and that cold and sinister aura still inadvertently leaked out.
The Buddhist disciple, who was usually aloof, solemn, and high above others, was not actually the dignified and majestic one he was.
He also has his own unspeakable dark secrets and karmic burdens.
In comparison, she looks much more appealing.
Indeed, the clash between good and evil, the coexistence of melodrama and madness, is what makes it all the more exciting.
Dao Ci's voice sounded particularly cold in the darkness.
"Did that country doctor teach you this too?"
Qi Su laughed, "Who says it isn't?"
She noticed that the floral fragrance emanating from the monk was becoming increasingly strong.
They could also sense the unusually restless Gu worms on the monk's body.
"Master, why did the Gu worms suddenly flare up?"
Last time, candles and incense could suppress it. But now it seems like it has completely awakened.
Dao Ci closed his eyes and remained silent.
In the darkness, his left hand silently twirled the prayer beads, much faster than usual.
…
Qi Su's fingers once again reached towards Dao Ci's chest.
The Buddhist disciple slightly opened his closed eyes, his gaze turning cold.
"Donor, please respect yourself."
Not only his gaze, but his voice also turned cold, inexplicably exuding a menacing aura.
"Shh—" Qi Su lowered her voice, "Someone is eavesdropping outside."
The alluring witch exhaled fragrant breaths, bewitching the monastic monks.
Cool fingers circled around several major acupoints on Dao Ci's chest and abdomen, and a cool energy flowed into Dao Ci's body.
This tiny bit of true energy exhausted all of Qi Su's strength.
She had saved up for so long, and then gave it all to the monk.
Determined not to suffer any loss, she was determined to touch as much as she could to get her money's worth.
…
Within his consciousness, a cool breeze stirred in the boundless wilderness ablaze with crimson flames.
The frantic, restless Gu worms gradually calmed down.
After the agonizing pain of being burned by karmic fire, this moment of peace feels like a hazy, dreamlike illusion.
Dao Ci slowly pulled Qi Su's hand away from his chest.
Her fingertips were cool, as if still carrying a lingering chill.
The Fiery Gu Worm is a brutal and murderous creature, no ordinary being.
When it strikes, it can amplify the smallest emotions in a person's heart to an infinitely large degree.
Joy, anger, longing, hatred, killing, lust... Human consciousness is immersed in these inescapable demons, becoming a walking corpse manipulated by them.
Since childhood, the Chongyan Gu worm has been implanted into his body, putting him in life-or-death situations on several occasions.
He managed to enter Huatan Temple for quiet cultivation in order to suppress the affliction of the parasites within his body.
Even the highly skilled monk Xuputuo of Huatan Temple could not expel the worms that had coexisted with him for more than twenty years.
The only option is to use medication to force it into a temporary sleep.
His master, the monk Kasyapa, had predicted years ago that he would die from a poisonous insect.
If you calculate the time left, there isn't much left.
Tonight's plan was intended as a prelude to delay the emperor's surveillance, but unexpectedly, it yielded other gains.
The woman before me actually possessed a method to control Gu worms.
Or perhaps, what appears to be a path to survival is actually a meticulously designed chasm.
…
Just as Dao Ci was about to put the female benefactor in his arms aside, she suddenly struggled and grabbed his hand.
A tiny face, no bigger than the palm of a hand, rested against his chest.
Her eyes held two pools of spring water.
"Master, look! We're a match made in heaven! You have a little bug, and I can make it obey. Who else would you choose if not me?"
Dao Ci...
The master didn't want to engage with such nonsense.
The indoor floral fragrance subsided, and the faint scent of sandalwood emanating from him filled the air.
It gives one a strange sense of security.
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Outside the meditation room, Jingrou frowned.
"Did she succeed?"
Qin Shang: "That's not necessarily true." The man stood with his hands behind his back on the veranda, his expression calm and composed.
After an incense stick had burned, Qi Su was finally brought out of the meditation room by Jing Rou.
She wrapped herself in the blanket, yawned, and looked listless.
The stars in the sky were like water, and the lantern light illuminated the slightly red tip of her nose.
Jingrou scrutinized Qi Su. "How is it?"
...I have to say, the pressure was immense.
When did the question of whether or not monks sleep become the most important KPI for our Embroidered Robe Envoy?
Qin Shang stood with his hands behind his back in the shadows behind Jing Rou.
The little boss is staying up late listening to work reports here.
Qi Su displayed the professional spirit of a corporate slave.
"I hugged him, kissed him, and touched him. I can describe it in detail if needed."
Jingrou interrupted her.
"Did it succeed?"
Qi Su: "No, I don't think so. I don't feel happy."
The Zen temple remained silent under the starry night.
Qi Su quickly distanced herself from the situation, saying, "It's not my fault. He's no good."
Jingrou: "...He's impotent?"
Qi Su: "Did you give the little pills that were given to me to that monk?"
Jingrou's expression was complicated. "...You can go back now."
Qi Su looked at the Qin merchant in the shadows.
"Sir, how about turning on the lights next time? I have fair skin and am beautiful. It would be a waste of my beauty to have the lights on in the dark."
Qin Shang was clearly much more relaxed than Jing Rou, whose face was tense and gloomy.
He smiled silently and replied, "Okay."
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The frail young widow was carried up the mountain on a quilt and then carried down the mountain. The next day, unsurprisingly, she fell ill again.
Qi Su held Jing He's hand, her eyes glistening with tears.
"Please ask the abbot if, cough cough, we can invite Zen Master Daoci here to heal my illness."
Jinghe agreed.
Perhaps it was because Qi Su was pitiful, but more likely it was because half a bag of red dates was indeed quite valuable.
…
At Huatan Temple, fine snowflakes drifted down into the Zen courtyard, which was filled with the fragrance of plum blossoms.
The fake monks who used to stand guard outside like door gods are all gone.
What happened last night caused quite a stir.
The Dharma protectors around Dao Ci refused to give up, and Hua Tan Temple was also dissatisfied with the arrogant behavior of the Embroidered Robe Envoy.
Dao Ci is, after all, a disciple of Zen Buddhism and a student of Master Kasyapa Loya. How could he allow himself to be humiliated like this?
The abbot of Huatan Temple led a group of monks to demand an explanation early in the morning.
Eunuch Wang represents His Majesty's reputation, and since His Majesty has not yet decided to break with Zen Buddhism, he naturally cannot know what happened last night.
It was all the Embroidered-Robe Envoy's doing, presuming to know the Emperor's will. Through his mediation, the temple was assured that the Embroidered-Robe Envoy and his ilk would never interfere with the monks' meditation again.
On the surface, everyone outside has evacuated.
When the young novice monk Qingyan learned what had happened the night before, his face turned bright red.
Unable to utter curses, he could only repeatedly chant Amitabha Buddha's name.
Wei Zhao, that scoundrel, is simply going too far!
If it weren't for my senior brother staying at Huatan Temple for his great vow to translate scriptures, would he have been bullied like this?
The black-robed monk beside Dao Ci glanced at him.
"Abstain from anger and rage. Go outside to burn incense and copy the Heart Sutra three times."
Qingyan glanced at him, then at Daoci.
He went out with his head down.
On the contrary, the monk Daoci, who was persecuted last night, sat on a prayer mat by the window, holding a scroll of scriptures, dressed in clean white robes, with a normal expression.
Once only the two of them remained in the room, the monk in black robes showed a worried expression.
"Master, I heard that your old ailment flared up last night. Are you still able to hold on?"
Dao Ci nodded, his voice gentle.
"It's alright."
The black-robed monk had a fierce look on his face.
"It must have been that young lady from the Qi family who betrayed us! The master's old illness has always been well hidden, so why did it flare up as soon as Eunuch Wang arrived? She's an envoy of the Embroidered Uniform Guard!"
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