Chapter 28 "Getting Married".
But Bao'e was focused on her vegetarian diet and paid no attention to what was happening here.
The swordsman then said, "She follows the monks in their cultivation and will eventually leave. It would be inappropriate to keep her trapped here. What does Your Majesty think?"
Young Master Nie simply said in a cold voice, "You have overstepped your bounds."
Yan Jinxue glanced at Bao'e again.
She was holding a bowl of fragrant rice porridge and tilting her head back to gulp it down, completely oblivious to their presence.
Left with no other choice, he had to fetch water.
Another bandit was traveling with him, and along the way he talked about his accomplices who had died a few days earlier, and he walked with trepidation.
As the two passed by the Buddhist hall, the swordsman saw that Sanzang was still chanting sutras.
Several days had passed, and the Tang Monk still sat upright on the lotus platform, his eyes tightly closed, his face pale, and his head covered in sweat.
He was surrounded by a group of old monks, all of whom were chanting sutras with their palms together.
The swordsman looked closely and discovered that the group of old monks were emanating black mist from their heads, like evil spirits.
The bandit urged, "Why stop? If we miss the appointed time, the king will be furious."
The swordsman lied: "That Buddhist hall looks strange. Could it be that the Taoist priest who wields the sword has returned? You wait here while I go and take a look."
Upon hearing this, the bandit trembled with fear, terrified that the swordsman, like Bao'e, would jump out and kill him.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and said, “Brother, you’re a brave man indeed. If there’s any wine, I’ll definitely offer you a drink. I won’t be reckless and rush in to be a weakling. I’d rather do as you say and wait here, at least keep watch for a while.”
Yan Jinxue just smiled, said nothing, and walked away.
Previously, when he and Bao'e entered the Buddhist hall, they would only walk around it and never go forward.
Now he went straight to the Buddhist hall and headed straight for the elder, but before he could get close to him, he was knocked away by a powerful force.
He looked around carefully and found that an array had been set up near Elder Tang, preventing others from getting close.
The swordsman took out his sword pouch and attempted to break the formation.
But after several attempts, all were unsuccessful.
He had no choice but to go back.
The bandit asked urgently, "Is it really that swordsman?"
"No, no," the swordsman laughed. "It was just the sound of the monk chanting sutras. I misheard it."
The robber breathed a slight sigh of relief and cursed, "That bald monk should have been chopped up and eaten long ago!"
"It's strange, though. The monks I saw the other day all looked like human beings, but today they're emitting black smoke." The swordsman quipped, "They don't look like monks, they just look like a few bald donkeys turned from charcoal."
The bandit laughed loudly: "Brother, you're a forgetful and daring man. Those demonic monks are currently engaged in a magical duel with that monk, which is draining their demonic energy. Wouldn't that cause them to emit black smoke?"
The swordsman said, "I was just scolded by the king, and I'm afraid he'll really kill me tomorrow morning, so I'm a little confused."
"It's not your fault, the king is a bit short-tempered," the bandit muttered, mentioning the monk.
Only then did the swordsman realize that Nie Guiyu did not intend to eat the elder directly, but planned to first use the evil monk's scriptures to force him to develop demonic obsession.
Only when his mind is filled with demonic influences, and he develops greed, resentment, and ignorance, can he refine his flesh and blood into energy, which is then what Young Master Nie can eat.
The swordsman understood that only the monk himself could break free from the calamity.
He stopped paying attention and went with the robber to fetch water.
The two of them fetched water and returned, but they couldn't find Bao'e anywhere. Instead, they saw a group of bandits drinking and making merry, having a great time.
The swordsman stepped forward and inquired, saying that Bao'e had already finished a vegetarian feast and gone to marry the king. The king was pleased and allowed them to have a few cups of wine.
He realized he had messed up and asked, "Where is the king getting married? I just brought some clean water and was about to deliver it."
"That place," the robber pointed.
The swordsman hurried off to deliver water with another bandit.
Unexpectedly, the courtyard where the wedding was to take place was set up with a trap, blocking the two of them from entering.
The robbers didn't linger; they put down the water and left.
She left Yan Jinxue to contain her smile, her brows furrowed and eyes wide.
He looked up into the courtyard and saw that the doors were tightly closed and no one was moving around; he listened carefully to the sounds coming from the courtyard, but there was no sound.
After looking around, he began to try to break through the formation and enter.
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After Zhu Bao'e finished eating, she was about to doze off.
A servant came to lead her to bed. When she woke up again, it was already late, and two warm candles were burning in the room.
Young Master Nie changed into a bright red wedding robe and sat quietly at the table, pouring wine.
The candlelight flickered, and his exquisite wedding attire made his face appear even paler, making him look like a solitary, lonely ghost.
On the table in front of him was another set of wedding robes.
Bao'e sat there blankly, muttering, "That wine was quite strong, it was just making me dream."
Upon hearing this, Nie Guiyu took the wedding robe and approached her, saying, "You've drunk a bit too much. It's fine if you can't wake up, but why are you talking nonsense in your sleep? You silly thing, look carefully, it's not a dream at all."
What a fool! He's finally realized it.
She asked, "What are you going to do now that you've changed your clothes?"
"We should get married."
"Oh my!" Bao'e exclaimed happily, "Brother, why didn't you tell me about this good news sooner? Although I can't afford a few coins as a gift, I can still join in the fun and have a drink at the wedding."
"Don't talk nonsense. Even if I were to marry you, why would I need you to join in the fun?" Young Master Nie handed her the wedding dress. "Change into this dress and then we'll have a wedding feast."
Bao'e remained still.
He unfolded his robe and asked her, "Bao'e, is this dress to your liking?"
"Beautiful, beautiful!" Bao'e was overjoyed, turning the robe over and over to look at it. "To tell you the truth, since we came to the pilgrimage, I haven't worn any brand-new clothes. I usually just mend them when they're torn or patch them when they're damaged. I haven't seen such a brand-new robe in a long time."
Upon hearing this, Young Master Nie felt genuine pity for her, and his heart ached.
He sat down beside her, half-embracing her, and whispered, "Stay here, and you'll have endless new dresses to wear and boundless wealth and luxury."
Bao'e said, "Brother, don't talk nonsense. You are a poor and pitiful person with no land or servants. How could you be so rich and noble?"
“I have my own wealth. Once we are married, I will give you all my riches, houses and land. It’s better than going on a pilgrimage, enduring wind and rain.”
Upon hearing this, Bao'e felt an irresistible urge to get closer.
She asked, "Really?"
"If you're going to lie, may I be sent to hell."
“You lonely ghost, you should go to the underworld,” Bao’e said. “I don’t believe you. Bring me paper and pen, and write it down in black and white, then I’ll believe you a little.”
Young Master Nie was sincere; he immediately took out paper and pen, wrote down the document, and asked her to sign her name.
Zhu Bao'e took the pen, and just as she was about to write, the pen suddenly broke.
"Brother, this pen is no good, it breaks as soon as I hold it." She held the broken pen. "Get me a different one."
Nie Guiyu listened and took another pen.
This time, he deliberately used a trick to make the pen more sturdy.
Unexpectedly, just as Bao'e took the pen, it broke in two.
"This pen is as thin as a bamboo shoot, no good, no good!" She threw it away. "Brother, isn't there a pen that can't be broken?"
Young Master Nie narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly understood.
He gave a slight sneer and took out the judge's pen from his pocket.
“How does this pen look?” he asked.
“Great! It looks like a treasure, brother, let me borrow it for a while.” Bao’e sat on the bed and reached out to take it.
But Young Master Nie grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him.
“Bao’e,” he looked at her closely and said slowly, “If you cherish this pen and like it, you can have it in the future. But if you try to use it to scheme against me, I’m not stupid. I won’t blame you, but I won’t let you succeed.”
Bao'e thought to herself that this ghost was too cunning and difficult to deal with.
She retorted angrily, "If you're unwilling to part with it, then there's no need to say anything more! I don't want to hear it."
Seeing her annoyed expression, Nie Guiyu remained calm.
He smiled and said, "Yes, it's all just empty talk. Actions speak louder than words."
As he spoke, he moved much closer.
He seemed to want to kiss her, but didn't touch her, only exhaling a cold breath. As he moved, his breath swept over her cheeks, eyebrows, eyes, and the corners of her lips.
Not only did it cause some itching, but it also caused faint, almost imperceptible moaning.
Bao'e was so excited by what she heard that she looked up at the sky and silently chanted Amitabha Buddha.
Young Master Nie said, "Bao'e, why do you look so worried? Is there something on your mind? If there is something you want, you must tell me directly so that I can grant your wish."
Bao'e buried her head and murmured, "I can't say it, I can't say it."
Young Master Nie grabbed a strand of her hair and lazily wrapped it around his finger, his fingertips lightly brushing against her cheek with each twist.
He seemed listless as he spoke, yet he said, "How can I not say? The gods and Buddhas are not here, and your monk master is too busy to take care of you right now."
Bao'e couldn't hold back any longer.
“Good brother,” she said, “I know you are a spirit, so don’t pickle me with salt and eat me. But like that day, just a taste is enough.”
Nie Guiyu chuckled, "Good Bao'e, on this joyous wedding day, you should have everything, let alone food."
He leaned down, but only extended the tip of his tongue to lick her lips.
Bao'e was overjoyed and, emboldened by lust, wanted to enjoy a moment of pleasure.
Young Master Nie was so infatuated that he forgot his worries and wanted to have a long-term marriage.
This one bit his lip, not knowing how to restrain herself, and kept nuzzling and kissing him.
The other man held her waist, knowing the tricks of the trade, and used his soft, supple tongue to suck until her tongue tip went numb, and then swallowed her saliva as well.
They cuddled together, kissing until they were panting and moaning incessantly.
After a long while, Nie Guiyu pulled the wedding robe over and asked her, "Do you want to change your clothes?"
Bao'e nodded repeatedly.
Then Young Master Nie loosened her robe, bent down, and bit one end of her bodice.
He stared straight at her, then slightly raised his body, took the cloth in his mouth, and tore it open.
A few wisps of ghostly energy drifted along the shroud and landed on Bao'e's body, like an invisible hand massaging and rubbing her.
Good Bao'e was truly bewitched by this sinister method, panting and crying out, "Brother, with your abilities, I can hardly take it. It really feels like several hands are pressing on my body."
Upon hearing this, Young Master Nie suddenly loosened the half-loosened shroud and bent down to ask her, "Bao'e, even if there are a few wisps of ghostly energy, they are still at my command. Who are you thinking of now? Do you perhaps hope that someone else will come and share your bed?"
Bao'e laughed at him: "Shameless, shameless! You wicked spirit, so wanton, you actually like this kind of thing. What a pity, what a pity, it's not a good job. If there are several, one has to kiss me, one has to hug me, and several others have to do other things. It makes me have to divide my heart into several places, it's exhausting!"
Nie Guiyu was furious, her brows furrowed and her eyes wide with anger: "Don't talk nonsense! When did I say I liked you? Besides, I'm the only one here, there's no one else."
“Yes, only one.” Bao’e started talking nonsense again. “First, you coaxed it into having a sweet tooth, and then you kissed it. Then it ran away. You should kiss it somewhere else to coax it back.”
But he asked, "Where did you run off to?"
"I don't know, you can look for it."
Then Young Master Nie used his tongue as a treasure to find his desires, starting from her cheeks and licking and kissing her all over.
Bao'e hummed softly, her eyes half-open.
After a long while, she suddenly became dazed, panting and kicking wildly, shouting: "Brother, it's like sitting on your head, using you as a stool. It's quite fun, but your hair is loose and a bit prickly."
Upon hearing this, Nie Guiyu became so angry that he hardened his heart and bit down hard.
After she trembled all over and muttered a few curses at him, he was finally satisfied and began to lick her again.
Finally, he took the plain wine and drank it all.
Before she could catch her breath, he kissed her on the lips again.
Bao'e was truly in a state of mental and physical disarray.
In a daze, she saw that Young Master Nie's face transformed into the appearance of Gao Cuilan.
Startled, she opened her eyes wide, snapped back to reality, and exclaimed, "Brother, I was sleeping! What brings you here?!"
Then Young Master Nie grabbed her hand and pressed it against his face.
"Bao'e, stop talking nonsense. You must see clearly who is in front of you." He took her hand and traced his eyebrows and eyes.
As he sketched, he gradually transformed back into his original form, as if to banish the young master from her heart and replace him.
Finally, he leaned closer and, panting, said to her, "Bao'e, Bao'e... that young man surnamed Gao may have a warm body, but I am cold. I must bear with it for a while before I can have a different kind of pleasure."
Bao'e truly felt a chill as cold as ice.
A tingling, numb sensation kept creeping down her lower back. She couldn't help but tense her back, feeling both refreshed and unbearable. She shouted, "Oh dear, oh dear, my son! This cold, hard, stubborn thing is going to freeze me to death!"
When Young Master Nie held her waist, even his pupils seemed to dilate and melt.
He had never experienced such pleasure before, but upon hearing this, he stepped back and asked her, "Are you going to step back?"
"No, no!" The fool, realizing his mistake, started whining again, "Brother, you're quite something. I'll have to use more force to get rid of that craving."
Then Nie Guiyu leaned down and kissed her.
A moment later, he lifted her up and made her sit on his lap.
Good Bao'e, knowing the fun of this cold thing, put on an empty wedding robe, hugged his neck, half-closed her eyes and swayed, teasing Young Master Nie until he was panting heavily.
As dawn broke and the matter was concluded, she belatedly remembered the instructions she had been given.
She asked, "Brother, you are a lonely and desolate soul, yet you have no grave mound or tombstone for incense offerings?"
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