The nunnery, though ostensibly a nunnery, had long since become a "back garden" for the men of the temple.
A little money for sesame oil can buy a night of passion.
When Jinghuai saw Xu Zhuohua run out, she tried to grab her, but Xu Zhuohua skillfully dodged her withered hand.
"Jinghuai, if she runs away, today's plan won't work out, and you won't get a single penny of the incense money you wanted," the fat monk shouted breathlessly.
Upon hearing this, Jinghuai realized that having no money would not do, and immediately went to chase after Xu Zhuohua.
Xu Zhuohua panicked and ran and crawled around until she finally saw a meditation room with the door open. Thinking that there must be someone inside, she ran over.
The two people behind her were chasing after her relentlessly. Before she could even see who was inside, she crawled under the altar and covered herself with the tablecloth.
The monk and nun caught up, crookedly entered, glanced at the people in the meditation room, and then shrank back in fear.
Cheng Muyun was kneeling on the prayer mat, trying to calm his mind, but Xu Zhuohua's commotion made it impossible for him to find peace.
A sense of irritation inexplicably rose in my heart. This trip to Dongzhou was already rushed, and who knew that a heavy rain would force me to stay overnight at a temple.
One moment I was praying to the Bodhisattva in front of the hall, and the nun who came out of nowhere disturbed my meditation.
Cheng Muyun reached for the pistol at his waist, glanced at the Buddha statue in front of him, and finally suppressed the murderous intent that had suddenly risen within him.
Xu Zhuohua, who was hiding under the table, heard a steady and powerful voice, "They're gone, come out now."
Xu Zhuohua peeked out and saw a strikingly handsome face. The face was exquisitely shaped, and the elegant phoenix eyes added a touch of aloofness. He was dressed in a crisp military uniform and knelt on a prayer mat, like an unshakeable mountain.
Those aloof and indifferent phoenix eyes were staring at her.
My mind exploded, like a firework bursting open and then falling softly.
Xu Zhuohua suddenly felt a surge of excitement, put his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, I need a phone number."
The man didn't understand Xu Zhuohua's words and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
He said coldly, "What do you mean?"
Xu Zhuohua realized he didn't understand and said, "Amitabha, thank you, benefactor."
A slight smile tugged at the corner of the man's mouth, but the cold glint in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest. "Who are you?"
Xu Zhuohua is a college student of the new era. She is fearless, except for not having finished paying off her Huabei (a Chinese online credit service) debt.
"Ahem, thank you," Xu Zhuohua crawled out from under the table, patting the dust off his clothes. "You're good-looking, quite handsome. I'm leaving now."
She had planned to sneak away while the fat monk and Jinghuai weren't paying attention, but as soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw the fat monk's round figure and Jinghuai's slightly anxious expression moving around not far away. They seemed to be searching for her.
Xu Zhuohua's heart tightened, and she silently retreated, carefully closing the door to temporarily isolate herself from the danger outside.
"Handsome, I'll stay here a little longer, thank you." Xu Zhuohua's tone carried a hint of helplessness and apology.
The man in military uniform suddenly got up from the prayer mat and strode closer to Xu Zhuohua.
The man was so handsome that Xu Zhuohua even overlooked the serious expression on his face.
She was momentarily lost in thought until the man's voice rang in her ears, pulling her back to reality.
A cold voice came from above, carrying an undeniable authority, "You've got some nerve, don't you know who I am?"
He forced Xu Zhuohua back against the door, the two of them so close they could almost feel each other's breath.
Xu Zhuohua was stunned. She tried hard to search her memory, but to no avail.
She looked up and met the man's clear, handsome eyes, which held endless coldness yet also a hint of playfulness.
Xu Zhuohua met the man's eyes and replied loudly, "Amitabha, I don't know."
Her voice wasn't fearful; instead, it carried an air of arrogance that piqued the man's interest.
"You're really bold; no woman has ever dared to look me in the eye."
The man had a smile on his lips, but his tone sent chills down one's spine.
"Is he mentally ill?" Xu Zhuohua suppressed a thought.
But then I thought, this is the old society, a chaotic world of warlordism, where people in military uniforms are local tyrants with blood on their hands, and I couldn't help but feel a little scared.
The man keenly sensed Xu Zhuohua's emotions. He reached out and gently touched Xu Zhuohua's face, lowering his voice to say, "Since you've come to me of your own accord, I won't be polite."
After saying that, he kissed Xu Zhuohua's soft lips.
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