Chapter 12



Chapter 12

Seeing Lingwu nod, but with her brows slightly furrowed as if she were very uncomfortable, Liaoji carefully lifted her up in his arms.

The woman's cool fragrance wafted into his nostrils, and the softness in his arms made his whole body tense up.

He murmured "Amitabha," but whether it was Buddha or her in his heart, he seemed to be unable to see clearly.

A love tribulation, no wonder it's the final tribulation.

He carried Lingwu forward, the woman in his arms still with her eyes closed and her breathing rapid.

She bit her lip hard, trying not to let out any soft moans.

Her already rosy lips were now bitten open, and bright red blood mingled with her desire on her lips.

Liaoji quickly averted his gaze, repeatedly chanting "Amitabha," "Amitabha"...

It seemed that this would calm the huge waves that had been stirred up in his heart.

Amidst the turmoil of these two conflicting emotions, the woman let out a soft hum.

His breath hitched for a moment.

He then hugged Lingwu tightly and strode towards the room they had been in that morning.

The moment he stepped into the room, Jiang Qi, who was separated from him by a wall, also bit his tongue, trying to regain his senses.

Remembering what Ling Wu said before she left, Jiang Qi couldn't help but think: If only she really had put this love incense on him.

But he knew she would never resort to such despicable tactics, much less... to him.

His gaze then turned to the locked doors and windows, obscuring the darkness of the night.

Even though she saw through her own schemes, she would still remind herself not to fall into them.

Really...

It was so beautiful that it captivated him.

The culprit behind all this was in her own room, where Su Meier placed the torn rouge petals to her lips and gently sipped them.

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and a fleeting struggle flashed in her eyes.

As she got up and opened the door, she glanced back at the shabby rouge flower petals.

He then closed his eyes, and after a short while, when he opened them again, his eyes were filled with indifference.

Tonight, she will utterly crush the past into dust!

If given the chance, she would like to become close friends with the lady from today.

I want to see those pure, clear, and gentle eyes fall only on her...

——

Liao Ji placed Ling Wu on the bed.

The woman on the bed, her face flushed and her lips tightly clenched, was in pain and suffering.

Liao Ji frowned, his indifferent brows furrowing.

Why would such filthy practices occur in his temple?

Liao Ji got up, intending to find a monk doctor, but just as he turned around, Ling Wu suddenly reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"No..." Ling Wu's voice was muffled.

Liao Ji was taken aback by the tug, but didn't quite hear what she said. He could only bend down and ask:

"What did you just say, benefactor?"

A strange blush appeared on Ling Wu's face at this moment, causing Liao Ji to unconsciously avoid looking at her.

Lingwu forced herself to stay awake, gripping Ji's sleeve tightly in her hand.

Even the bones in her fingers were white, as if she was afraid that Ji would leave!

Her voice was hoarse and muffled: "I am now in the eye of the storm in Shengjing... This is my first time visiting the holy land of Buddhism, and this incident has already occurred."

Just as Liao Ji was about to speak, he heard Ling Wu speak again.

"If there is anyone who is willing..."

Lingwu's red lips gleamed with an alluring sheen, and her soft, gentle words, spoken with each opening and closing of her lips, made Ji feel a flutter in his heart.

Ling Wu continued, "If someone is interested, they might try to drag Young Master Jiang into this matter."

Liao Ji's brows suddenly furrowed.

Ling Wu said no more. Her breathtakingly beautiful face now held a hint of worry for others.

Like ripples on spring water, yet they stirred up loneliness and brought a smile to the corners of his lips.

"Isn't the young lady afraid that this humble monk will harm you?" Liaoji suddenly asked.

Even the usual "benefactors" have been replaced by "young ladies".

Ling Wu raised her eyes, which seemed to contain some kind of divine power that made people unable to resist becoming captivated.

“Because you are Master Liaoji…” Lingwu’s face was flushed, and her red lips parted slightly as she breathed heavily.

Liao Ji was stunned.

Fireworks seemed to rise in my mind, then burst into bloom, emitting a grand and violent roar.

He stared at that gentle yet beautiful face, somewhat lost in thought.

"Because you are Master Liaoji..."

He was Master Liaoji.

He is... Liao Ji!

Lingwu's consciousness was somewhat swallowed up, and she bit her tongue again.

The smell of blood brought Liao Ji back to his senses.

Just then, I saw Ling Wu's lips, from which beads of blood were seeping out because she had bitten the tip of her tongue.

Liao Ji's heart skipped a few beats.

He immediately turned around and wet the handkerchief; the coolness also jolted him out of his murky thoughts.

The depth in his eyes suddenly returned to its usual indifference.

He wrung out the towel, then reached out to brush away the stray hairs from Lingwu's cheek and gently wiped her forehead.

The woman's eyes were slightly red, and as she held back her pain, a single tear slid down her cheek and landed on his hand.

The moment the scalding tears hit the back of Ji's hand, he felt as if he had been burned and unconsciously withdrew his hand.

The woman's voice was very soft, like the buzzing of a mosquito.

But he heard it clearly, and a slight bitterness welled up in his heart.

Even though she herself has been poisoned with such filth, she is still thinking about others.

That young master Jiang...

Just how good is it?

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Ji stared at Ling Wu's now somewhat pale face, his thoughts churning.

Her skin was very fair, her eyebrows were beautiful, curved like crescent moons, and her nose was pert and elegant...

The combination of these elements made even this Buddhist disciple tremble with fear.

Liao Ji felt a slight unease and quickly looked away.

But when he looked up at the bright moon outside the window...

He recalled how she had lost consciousness halfway through their journey, yet remained restrained and polite, simply staring at him obediently.

At that moment, her gentle eyes were filled with tears, and within those tears, the boundless beauty of spring was also present.

The strings of Liao Ji's heart trembled...

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

A sound came from outside, and Liao Ji's gaze, which had been fixed on Mingyue, turned to the door.

Just as I turned around to open the door, my foot suddenly stopped.

This world is so harsh on women. Even if he is a monk, he is still a man at heart...

not to mention……

He glanced at Ling Wu, wondering if she would be slandered by others again.

Just as there was a knock on the door, and the person outside seemed about to enter...

Liao Ji pursed his thin lips, then looked at the only place where he could hide.

As the door opened, a woman's sweet voice rang out: "Cousin, are you asleep?"

Hidden under the bed, Liao Ji could only see a pair of embroidered shoes slowly walking towards them.

As soon as Su Meier entered the room, she could smell that familiar fragrance, and her tense heart completely relaxed.

As she approached the bed and was about to remove her clothes, Su Meier suddenly realized something was wrong!

The small face amidst that dark hair was flushed with a delicate blush, making her blush and her heart race involuntarily.

But this face doesn't belong to Jiang Qi.

It was clearly the young lady she had been thinking about all day.

When all her assumptions were overturned, she was completely stunned! Could it be that she had accidentally left the aphrodisiac on her?

Su Meier's breath hitched, her heart filled with regret.

As she lowered her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a crimson hem.

Su Meier felt that the face looked somewhat familiar, but before she could think about it, at that moment, Ling Wu's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Su Meier instinctively wanted to run away.

At the same moment, a loud chorus of footsteps came from outside the door.

Su Meier was caught in a dilemma...

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