Chapter 805 is self-deception
It was fine when Liu Niang didn't speak, but as soon as she started talking, Song Chunxue wished she could disappear on the spot.
Pretending to be stupid is useless; because of her momentary hesitation, she thought no one would notice.
Unexpectedly, for the first time in his life, he went to a brothel with a woman and was caught on the spot.
Oh no, this is incredibly embarrassing.
Even if Song Chunxue appeared calm on the surface, she had already buried her conscience several times over in her heart.
I really want to put an invisibility talisman on myself.
But how is that any different from burying one's head in the sand?
Just as the situation reached a stalemate, a piece on the erhu ended, and Wen Ding entered from outside.
He walked straight up to his daughter and shouted, "Wen Liu! Get up!"
Wen Liu suddenly released Song Chunxue, startled and stood up from the ground, sobering up considerably.
"Father, Father...Father?"
Liu Niang turned to look at the crowd standing at the door, and suddenly felt as if struck by lightning. She looked at Song Chunxue sitting on the couch in shock, and then quickly turned to look at the bald man standing at the far end of the door.
We're doomed.
She ruined Song Chunxue's reputation.
She was probably drunk and talking nonsense, which ruined her reputation in Song Chunxue's eyes.
"Well, I've had a bit too much to drink," Liu Niang turned around and grabbed Song Chunxue's hand. "Master Song, let's go, it's too crowded here."
Wen Ding pressed his brow bone, and it was clear that the Taoist priests were quite bothered by the fact that their daughter had lured Master Song here.
Otherwise, at this awkward juncture that made his scalp tingle, they could have simply turned around and left, or gone inside and sat down, to save face for the two women.
They stood like guardian deities on either side. Even though he had risked his life and witnessed far more dangerous and terrifying scenes, and had almost lost his head several times, none of that made him as anxious as he was at this moment.
Wen Liu lowered her head, took Song Chunxue's hand, and strode out.
Song Chunxue felt as if she had been given an extra layer of skin, and forced herself to leave under everyone's gaze.
Wen Liu walked very fast, almost running as she went down the steps.
As Wen Liu walked out of the brothel, she made up her mind never to come back.
Damn it, she's never coming again!
"I'm so sorry, Master Song, I didn't expect them to show up in front of us. It was I who encouraged you..."
"It's alright, I'm the one who wants to go with you. If I didn't want to go, would you fool a grown man like me?" Song Chunxue took a deep breath. "It's okay, it's okay. I'll explain it to Lord Xie properly when we get back."
Wen Liu was about to say something when she suddenly convulsed, "I...I, Daoist Master, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, she went limp and collapsed into Song Chunxue's arms.
Master Han's voice rang out from behind, "Serves you right. You were already poisoned and still went to drink and carouse. Not only did you disobey the doctor's orders and court death, but you did it in front of me."
Song Chunxue supported Liu Niang, not daring to lift her head.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and carry her back so I can treat her. Are you really just waiting to die?" Master Han said sarcastically. "Does she think dying under the peony blossoms would be a romantic death? We've disturbed her."
"..." Song Chunxue didn't say anything, picked up Liu Niang and tried to run away, but Wen Ding took her away and rushed home on his sword.
An hour later, Song Chunxue sat in her room by the window, staring blankly at the scenery outside, utterly dejected.
Or should we quietly go back now?
That would be so embarrassing. From now on, whenever she meets them, she'll have to act suspiciously and feel guilty for a long time.
Whatever, so what if she met a few male prostitutes? People will think she has bad morals too, that she's just like men when it comes to that kind of thing, and that she can't keep herself pure either.
Human nature cannot withstand the test, and neither can the sense of shame.
After this experience, she'll avoid places like that no matter what if she's beaten to death the next time she sees one.
She could see that such places were luxurious on the surface, but their energy was not concentrated, which was detrimental to practitioners.
It's not that monks can't go to those kinds of places, but rather that those places are like a mirror that reveals true nature, with many trials.
Thinking about it carefully, letting the monk see that she was still attached to worldly affairs and had a worldly heart despite her spiritual practice would be more beneficial to his spiritual practice.
Furthermore, if Durian hadn't been drunk today, and had taken her to try even bolder things, would she definitely have refused?
It's hard to say. People tend to overestimate themselves, which leads them to make so many mistakes half-heartedly, and ultimately shift the blame onto others.
In the past, if you made a mistake, you made a mistake.
But now, she and Lord Xie are bound together, and it is wrong for her to go to the brothel on her own. When she returns, she will apologize to Doctor Xie.
No, she couldn't wait to go back; she would write to him now.
Picking up her pen and ink, she once again reviewed the events of the day.
"Knock knock knock".
Wu Bing came in to bring her tea.
"Master, Lord Zhao is outside the door."
Song Chunxue covered the letter and got up to go outside.
"Senior Brother."
Without a trace of sadness or joy, Lord Zhao turned around and said, "Come with me."
Song Chunxue obediently followed, and after constantly reflecting on herself, she became more at ease.
They went up to the top floor, where it was unbearably cold. The cold wind whistled through them, and the warmth of the sun was of no use.
It's always good to admit your mistakes first. Song Chunxue immediately bowed deeply and said, "Senior Brother, I was wrong."
Before Lord Zhao could figure out how to start the conversation, he turned his head and saw his junior brother's head almost touching the ground.
He suppressed a laugh and sat on the stone platform, feigning seriousness. "What did I do wrong?"
"One should not drink wine and women, and even less should one call for male prostitutes."
Lord Zhao smiled faintly, "Then I went even further than you in the capital, drinking with those dissolute ministers, embracing women on both sides, and even engaging in frivolous acts. Wasn't that a grave mistake?"
Song Chunxue looked up in surprise, realizing she had twisted a muscle from the sudden movement, and was in so much pain that she grimaced.
However, it will be fine soon.
It seems I need to stretch more and practice the Five Animal Frolics more often recently.
"Playing along?" She was so curious about what "playing along" meant and could you explain in detail.
Lord Zhao glanced at her and said, “Don’t overthink it. I’m not so foolish as to risk my life by playing tricks on others. I’m telling you this so you can understand that it’s not that you can’t go to brothels, but that you have to be mindful and watchful at all times. If you don’t think you have the willpower, then don’t go.”
Song Chunxue nodded, "Junior brother understands, but I've never experienced this kind of test before, so I'm a little flustered. Compared to senior brother, junior brother is far inferior."
"Oh?" Lord Zhao stroked the jade thumb ring with great interest. "Tell me about it."
"Seeing a handsome young male prostitute makes me happy, even nervous."
Lord Zhao nodded, “Everyone has a love for beauty, but how one deals with it depends on one’s cultivation. How you think and how you see it also depends on your level of understanding.”
"A single thought can sway a gentleman or a petty person." He smiled. "This is usually a man's way of cultivating himself, but now that you are traveling and experiencing all walks of life, you will face these things as well."
"Don't panic, I trust my junior brother. Once you've figured it out, you'll naturally let it go." Lord Zhao stood up. "Alright, I'm going to find someone to play chess with."
Song Chunxue noticed that the monk was not far away.
"He's returning to the capital tomorrow. Don't get emotional, and make things clear. This monk's heart is fragile. Using the methods of 'beauty, skulls, white bones, and flesh' to sever desires is ultimately self-deception."
Song Chunxue didn't understand what he meant and watched as Master Huineng slowly walked up the steps.
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