Chapter 382 The Snow Lotus Closes Under the Moonlight
Lianzhuo sat on the futon, facing Huali, and held her on his lap.
Greedily, it savored every inch of the sweetness and ginger tea aroma from the girl's mouth.
The entanglement, sucking, and force were so great that she almost suffocated.
As he moved, Huali tilted her head back slightly, revealing the even more delicate lines of her neck.
Lian Zhuo's eyes darkened, and a kiss followed, spreading along the corner of the girl's lips to her chin, and then imprinting itself on her slender neck veins.
He could clearly feel the slight trembling of the person in his arms, and he could slowly caress them through the thin fabric of their clothes.
Just as Karin was trying to change her position, the unusual heat on her legs made her pause slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a muffled groan, strained to be suppressed and filled with pain and unbearable agony, came from above.
Lian Zhuo's lips, which had been gently exploring, froze, and in the next second, they turned into an even more intense kiss.
Stunned by the kiss again, Huali tilted her head slightly, panting, and then looked at Lianzhuo in a daze, exclaiming in shock, "Lianzhuo, you..."
"Do you need my help?"
Lian Zhuo paused and looked at Hua Li.
The girl's face still carried the hazy aftertaste of alcohol, but her eyes were innocent and pure.
The Buddhist disciple fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.
From a young age, he had thoroughly studied the Tripitaka and the twelve divisions of Buddhist scriptures, and was also well-versed in the cycles of Yin and Yang and the celestial order. To him, those poems depicting love and the Buddhist images of tantras were nothing more than the natural cycle of flowers blooming and leaves falling.
The morning dew will slide down the lotus petals, and the first snow will silently soak the sleeping soil.
These are the most natural intersections between heaven and earth, and they never need any shy explanation.
Since the spring breeze dares to kiss every inch of the mountains and fields, and the stars are willing to shorten their light to the distance between us, then being loved should not be something that must be hidden and cannot be spoken of.
Despite this, when Karin looked at him, the knowledge in the scriptures suddenly became heavy.
His body was already burning up, but... he... couldn't bear it.
Even the way the girl's eyes reflected his uncontrollable expression made him feel as if he were drawing a worldly couple in cinnabar on a palm leaf, a desecration of the rosewood.
But the next second, the little girl in his arms slowly raised one hand, hovering between the two of them with a bold, shy, and curious expression.
"Is this alright?"
The dark brilliance in the Buddhist disciple's eyes suddenly intensified! The beaded bracelet on his wrist abruptly broke apart, the beads scattering to the ground like raindrops striking lotus blossoms. He wanted to refuse, to say, "No..."
The hypocritical words that could be held between the teeth gradually crumbled under the pure gaze of the young girl.
It was clearly Huali who drank the barley wine, but it seemed like he was the one who was truly drunk.
All those precepts and rules that you've memorized a thousand times are no match for a single thought.
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from outside the quiet room as the snow broke a pine branch.
And so, the Buddhist disciple, who had been worshipped by the world, descended to the mortal realm, gently took Huali's hand, and slowly pulled it to his heart.
Huali could even clearly feel the heart pounding like a drum beneath Lianzhuo's monk's robe.
The next second, the holy Buddhist disciple spoke in a hoarse but patient plea: "Karin, please... save me."
As darkness fell, the candlelight cast the shadows of the two people, pressed closely together, onto the wall.
Just as they were about to touch, Lianzhuo suddenly flipped his wrist and covered Huali's hand with his large hand.
The gesture was both a refusal and an invitation, the wide sleeves of the robe covering their clasped hands like clouds.
Silence fell in the quiet room.
As the first rays of moonlight streamed in through the window, the snow lotus on the altar quietly closed its petals in the darkness.
The night breeze carried the scent of distant snow-capped mountains, but it couldn't dispel the warmth inside.
The hanging prayer flags fluttered gently, and the Sanskrit characters appeared and disappeared in the moonlight, as if silently reciting another scripture.
After a long while.
Lian Zhuo suddenly tilted her head back and inhaled, her Adam's apple drawing a fragile arc in the candlelight:
"Rosewood..."
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Huali woke up to a warm, dry touch.
She started to feel drowsy in the second half of the race, which lasted so long that she eventually drifted off to sleep after it was over.
Huali looked around and found herself still in the quiet room, but had been moved to a soft cushion. The dress that had been stained with the stain had been replaced with a light blue ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the fabric of which was soft and carried a faint scent of sandalwood.
She moved slightly, and her right wrist immediately felt weak and sore. Huali grimaced and gasped for breath.
Only after a long time did I realize what I had done, so incredibly audacious!
"Well!!!"
Huali instantly turned into a goose, her cheeks suddenly burning. Good heavens! She's really something else; alcohol emboldens the timid, she'll do anything!
Squeak—
Just as she was staring blankly at her hands, the door to the quiet room was gently pushed open, and Lian Zhuo walked in.
He had changed back into his simple, snow-white monk's robe, and his aura was clear and calm, completely different from his panting breath at dusk.
However, Huali no longer believes.
Her wrists are so sore now.
She remembered that halfway through, she felt he was taking too long and didn't want to help anymore, but this "aloof and ascetic" Buddhist monk in front of her was very forceful and wouldn't let her leave.
When Lian Zhuo's gaze fell upon Hua Li, a faint smile appeared on his face, and he naturally kissed the corner of her lips.
"Drinking some hangover soup will make you feel better."
The Buddhist disciple knelt down, his gaze lingering on Huali's face for a moment before gently sweeping over her slightly curled hands. His voice was low and calm, yet it carried an indescribable tenderness that was more pronounced than usual: "Later, we'll go to the butter lamp festival."
Upon hearing about the lantern festival, Huali's face stopped blushing, her hands stopped aching, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
She immediately took the bowl from Lian Zhuo's hand, gulped it down in a few mouthfuls, and stood up briskly: "Let's go!"
With a hint of indulgence in his eyes, the Buddhist disciple got up and followed.
But just as she reached the door, Huali suddenly stopped, as if she had remembered something, and turned back like a thief, "Um... have you taken care of my dirty clothes?"
"Did you throw it away?"
Lian Zhuo paused slightly, remained silent for a moment, and then her fingers unconsciously reached for the storage artifact she carried with her.
"I......"
"Just throw it away." Huali took his silence as agreement. After all, Lianzhuo was always reliable.
Just as she was relieved, she remembered something else.
The girl's gaze turned to obvious concern as she looked at the Buddha's still tall and handsome figure, and said meaningfully, "And you... are you alright?"
Upon hearing this, Lian Zhuo slowly shook her head.
"It's alright."
As they talked, the two walked out of the quiet room one after the other.
The afternoon spectacle of thousands worshipping had vanished, and the snow line gleamed with a cool, silvery light under the moonlight. Colorful prayer flags fluttered in the high-altitude wind.
Lianzhuo stood quietly under the starry sky, gazing at the distant snow-capped mountains, seemingly answering Huali, or perhaps admonishing herself:
"Lust is to man as holding a torch against the wind; it will surely burn your hand." After a brief pause, his gaze returned to the girl beside him, her eyes filled with doubt yet brightness, and a slow smile curved his lips:
"However...since I have taken up this torch, I am not afraid of being burned."
"Hualin, you are my world."
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