Chapter 13 "I was worried, so I came to see you..."
This made Bao'e very happy, and it also emboldened her lust.
She held his hand in her palm and pressed it against her face, picking through the words she'd heard from the young master, and coaxing him with some sour words: "Good brother, just now it was like a wisp of smoke and a green willow, brushing across the water, light and fleeting without a trace. You need to eat some more to feel at ease, which is also a good deed on my part. I'll use today's wine to help you taste that old flavor again."
Nie Guiyu remained silent.
The wine on my lips tasted bland.
You can't taste the sweetness, and you can't smell the fragrance.
But like a cold, lingering mist, it cannot be ignored.
He looked at her again and saw that her face was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
It has a slightly sticky, damp feel.
It is different from water, and different from fog.
He gently stroked her eyebrows with his fingertips, then slowly brushed them with his fingertips before finally withdrawing his hand.
Then Young Master Nie changed the subject: "Miss Bao'e is truly kind-hearted. Last night, with so many vicious bandits, she didn't abandon me."
"Stop chanting, stop chanting!" Bao'e muttered. "Since I have received the Bodhisattva's decree, I will do my best to do good. They are just a few unruly thieves. How could they escape when they run into me, the one who is best at exorcising demons? Besides, I always think of my brother. How could I abandon him so easily?"
Nie Guiyu sneered inwardly, but asked, "You often think of me, but when will you think of the true scriptures?"
The idiot spouted nonsense: "It depends on the sky."
"What are you looking at the sky for?"
"I worry about you a little when it's cold, but I worry about you a lot when it's warm. When I worry the most, I even chant 'Amitabha' in my dreams. I will also travel even when I'm hungry, hoping to reach the Western Paradise as soon as possible."
“With such devotion, even if one’s body is not in a Buddhist temple, one’s heart is already there.” He sat upright under the old window, not smiling. “But there is only one heart in this chest. Miss Bao’e has a sincere concern for me and a sincere desire to seek the scriptures. I don’t know which one is real and which one is fake.”
“Brother, don’t be anxious. I have always been sincere towards you,” Bao’e said. “I won’t be coy or put on airs. I’ll just tell you frankly. My master was ordered to go on a pilgrimage to the West. Unlike me, who is free and no one blames me for not going. He has that monkey as his protector. It’s just right that I stay here and we can be married.”
Nie Guiyu said, "It's a pity that there's only this one desolate temple, and no magnificent or luxurious buildings."
Bao'e replied, "Brother, don't be discouraged. I also traveled through the night on my journey to obtain the scriptures. As long as there were four walls to keep out the wind and a roof to shelter from the rain, that was a good place to stay. It doesn't matter whether it's new or old."
He said, "But without land, there is no way to support oneself."
She replied, "Although I have no land, I have these endless barren mountains. I have plenty of strength; at worst, I can cultivate the land and establish my own business."
He shook his head: "There are no servants to serve me."
She comforted him, saying, "Your hands and feet are the easiest to use."
Finally, he sighed, "I am but a pitiful mortal, my lifespan is limited and will eventually come to an end."
She promised, "Of course, of course! I was originally a mortal too. If you are willing to be with me forever, brother, one day I will ask my master for a Nine-Turn Great Rejuvenation Pill. If you cultivate diligently, I guarantee you will become an immortal."
He asked, "Your master was also a mortal, yet he possessed such skill in refining elixirs?"
"It's not that monk." This fool didn't bother to hide anything and said bluntly, "My master is neither human, nor immortal, nor saint; he's a carefree and leisurely person. However, his temperament is unpredictable, and I'm a little afraid of him. I haven't seen him for many years. When I have some free time, I'll steal a magic pill while he's not around."
Young Master Nie asked in bewilderment, "Wouldn't that be stealing?"
Bao'e was furious: "You young man, you're talking nonsense! You're so inflexible! Between master and disciple, I've always been so respectful to him. Taking a few things from him isn't stealing at all. Besides, what you're saying seems like an insult to me, but it's actually an insult to my master. What kind of person is he? How could he have taught such a swindler as his disciple!"
Nie Guiyu apologized, "It was my fault; I should not have tarnished the reputation of you and your master."
"If I hadn't eaten your vegetarian meal, I would have given you a good beating." Bao'e forgot that she had just been pouring her heart out to him and started cursing him without holding back, every word hitting his sore spot.
She berated him until his face turned red and he gritted his teeth, thinking: He was the king in this deserted temple, and no one in heaven or on earth could control him. Why should he swallow his anger and be despised by her?
Just then, Bao'e suddenly asked angrily, "Why are you all red and white-faced like this? Are you secretly blaming me for misunderstanding you?"
"No." Without thinking, he stretched his taut face. "What you said makes sense."
The fool, who had been cursing a bit too hard and was panting, relaxed upon hearing this, took his hand, and said, "Good brother, I wasn't cursing you. I was just drunk and talking in my sleep. With such a kind heart, how could I bear to wrong you?"
A few kind words instantly changed Young Master Nie's mind; he realized that she was the one who had said the wrong thing first. She had only said a few hurtful things, and hadn't actually harmed him.
He calmed himself down and suddenly said, "Such intimate words, could it be that you have said them to others as well?"
Bao'e replied without hesitation: "No, no. To tell you the truth, I have made some progress in my cultivation with my master during this time. I have learned the principle of 'remaining steadfast and unmoving, like Mount Sumeru.' My heart is more steadfast than Mount Sumeru. How could I possibly mistake someone else for a pair of lovebirds flying together?"
Upon hearing this, Nie Guiyu thought of the day he inadvertently glimpsed her and that young master Gao in the inn of the temple, indulging in passionate love. This vixen had forced the refined and elegant young man to blush and utter lewd words.
He gave a slight sneer: "When your master taught you, did he ever imagine that you would use those Buddhist words for such a trivial matter?"
Bao'e suddenly became dazed and said blankly, "Brother, don't tease me. I'm a pilgrim who set off halfway through my journey. I have a bad memory and don't remember what I said."
“You have such a bad memory, only remembering the things you want to remember,” Nie Guiyu said. “If I grant you a favor, would Miss Bao’e forget it too?”
Bao'e asked anxiously, "What is it? Brother, just tell me. I will keep it safe in my heart, and no matter how strong the wind blows it away, it will not be blown away."
“If you truly wish to give me your heart,” Young Master Nie said without looking away, “then I will be waiting for you here tonight at midnight. If you come, I will believe you. At that time, whether you want a night of pleasure or intend to marry me for the long term, it is up to you. What do you say?”
"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Zhu Bao'e pulled his hand. "Brother, please don't coax me. I don't want to waste a moment. I can't wait until that time."
Nie Guiyu grasped her hand in return: "Miss Bao'e, you speak with such sincerity, but I will only dare to believe you when I see you in person."
Upon hearing this, Bao'e was overjoyed and happily went to the inn with her servant.
This idiot is lazy; he usually goes to sleep as soon as he's full, but right now he's itching to sleep and can't close his eyes.
She had forgotten that she had a master. She finally managed to stay awake until nightfall, and when the time came, she hurriedly got up.
Just as they were enjoying themselves, someone knocked on the door.
She asked, "Who?"
"It's me," she said softly.
“That sounds familiar!” Bao’e stepped forward and opened the door.
Outside the door stood a frail-looking man named Gao Cuilan.
She stared blankly for a moment, then beamed with joy: "Brother, it's you! What brings you here?"
“Bao’e, Bao’e…” the young master Gao said, “I was worried about you, so I came to see you.”
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