Quick Wear: The Heirless Boss Wants to Get Close to Her Every Day

Chapter 528 Spoiled Flower Fairy vs. Aloof Buddhist Monk (27)

As a Buddhist disciple of Jinshan Temple, Wuchen naturally had to return to the temple to inform the abbots and hold a ceremony to disrobe before he could leave.

Wuchen's return after slaying the Great Roc Demon of Baili Mountain greatly encouraged the entire Jinshan Temple. He truly deserves to be their Buddhist disciple, and the next abbot will surely be him.

The three junior brothers who knew the truth did not immediately inform the abbot about their senior brother's relationship with the demon. They trusted their senior brother and knew he would handle things well, which is why they did so.

Wuchen entered Jinshan Temple, settled Shen Shuyi in the courtyard where he lived, and then went to see the abbot.

"Master."

The abbot turned around and saw Wuchen, who was not wearing a monk's robe. A strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Wuchen, what's wrong?"

Wuchen knelt before the abbot and said, "Master, I have broken the precepts."

He recounted in detail how he met, got to know, and fell in love with the little flower fairy, and also about his inner demons.

The abbot sighed, “This is a tribulation in your life. Once you get through it, everything will be fine. However, according to the rules of Jinshan Temple, you are a Buddhist disciple, and you will have to accept certain punishments if you leave the monastic life.”

The kind-faced abbot, his eyes filled with compassion, asked, "Do you still wish to return to secular life?"

"Yes, I love her and she are in love, and I cannot let her down." Wuchen's eyes were gentle. "Thank you for your teachings over the years, Master. I have failed to live up to your expectations."

Wuchen kowtowed repeatedly, his words sincere.

The abbot reminisced about the scene of Wuchen becoming a monk in his youth, and realized that so many years had passed in the blink of an eye, which made him feel very sad.

“Wuchen, from now on you will renounce your vows and return to secular life, and you will no longer be a Buddhist disciple of Jinshan Temple.” He bent down and helped Wuchen up.

"Master," Wuchen kowtowed again, "This disciple is unworthy, I hope Master will take care of his health."

"It's getting late. Take your hundred lashes and head down the mountain." The abbot gently patted his shoulder.

After the abbot left, Wuchen went to receive his punishment, kneeling and kowtowing before the Buddha statue.

"May Buddha have mercy. I, your disciple, have broken the precepts and committed grave sins. I am willing to bear them all."

The news of Wuchen's return to secular life caused a sensation throughout Jinshan Temple, as no one could believe that he would sever his ties with Buddhism.

He was a Buddhist disciple of Jinshan Temple, and his name will be remembered for eternity. It is truly a pity that Buddhism has been interrupted.

But his mind was made up, and no one could stop him.

However, upon hearing that the Buddhist disciple had returned to secular life for a little flower fairy, many people felt a surge of inexplicable anger, assuming that the Buddhist disciple had been seduced by a demon. But upon further reflection, they realized it was impossible; how powerful was Senior Brother Wuchen? He would never be seduced by a demon. They didn't know the reason behind it either, so naturally they dared not think too much about it.

The fellow disciples watched as Wuchen received his punishment on the high platform, saw him willingly return to secular life for the flower demon, and saw his resolute appearance. The temple was completely silent.

The discipline whip lashed at Wuchen's body again and again. He neither dodged nor evaded, but merely pursed his lips slightly, his robes stained with blood.

Those who witnessed it could not bear it. The Buddhist disciple Wuchen had vanquished demons and monsters, performed countless good deeds, and accumulated immense merit, yet in the end he was whipped and displayed as a warning to others.

The three junior brothers who had once helped Wuchen eliminate the Great Roc Demon couldn't help but plead for mercy.

“Abbot, the merits and demerits cancel each other out, please spare my senior brother from the whipping punishment.”

Others chimed in to agree.

The abbot in charge of the precepts shook his head and sighed, "It's not that I, a poor monk, am unwilling to make an exception, but that Wuchen is unwilling to break the temple's precepts."

He had watched Wuchen grow up since he was a child, and he was like a teacher and a father to him. How could he bear to see Wuchen suffer?

After receiving a full hundred lashes, Wuchen was covered in blood.

The abbot sighed, "The punishment is over. You are permitted to return to secular life. From now on, Wuchen will no longer be a monk of Jinshan Temple."

Upon hearing this, Wuchen's eyes welled up with tears. The abbot helped him up, saying, "May Buddha have mercy and hope that you can live a good life in the mortal world."

Before leaving, he devoutly kowtowed to the gate of Jinshan Temple, put his hands together, bowed his head and silently recited "Amitabha" before turning to leave.

Wuchen turned around and saw Shen Shuyi, who was wearing a purple dress and walking quickly toward him.

Shen Shuyi rushed forward and hugged him tightly. "Master, you're injured."

"It's alright, Shuyi, let's go." Wuchen caught her steadily and gently stroked her hair.

“Okay.” Shen Shuyi took his hand. She had already hired a carriage and parked it at the foot of Jinshan Temple.

Once inside the carriage, Shen Shuyi noticed the whip marks on his body and said with heartache, "How can you be alright? It looks so painful." "It doesn't hurt."

The carriage stopped in front of the house the two had purchased in the town at the foot of Jinshan Temple. Back inside, Shen Shuyi personally removed his blood-stained outer robe.

"I'll clean it and apply the medicine for you."

Wuchen felt a little embarrassed, afraid that too many scars would frighten her. She had long forgotten that she was a demon, so how could such a small injury frighten a demon?

Shen Shuyi didn't think too much about it. She took out the medicine, looked up at Wuchen, and said, "It might hurt a little. Just bear with it."

"Ah."

After cleaning the wounds, Shen Shuyi sprinkled medicinal powder on them. Looking at the dense whip marks, her heart remained tense.

"If I had known that I would be beaten for leaving the monastic life, I would have forcibly taken you away!"

Wu Chen heard the nasal, tearful tone in her voice and his heart tightened. "Shu Yi, I really don't hurt. This little injury is nothing. Nothing is more important than being with you openly and honestly."

"I want to marry you and live a normal life like any other couple in the world."

He looked down and saw that the little flower fairy's eyes were red. He picked her up and put her on his lap.

"Don't cry, it hurts me to see you cry." Wuchen gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips.

"Put me down quickly, the medicine hasn't been applied yet." Shen Shuyi broke free and gently applied the medicine to his wound.

"So, from now on, should I call you Wuchen or Yaoguang?"

"up to you."

"So you really want to come with me to Buzhou Mountain? I have many enemies, and a fierce battle is inevitable."

"It is precisely because there is danger that I must go with you."

Shen Shuyi was pleased to hear this, and when she looked at his bald head, she couldn't help but chuckle, remembering how she used to call him a stinky bald donkey.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Even a master like you can grow your hair long now."

I'm really curious what you'd look like with hair.

Shen Shuyi helped him apply the medicine and put on clean clothes, then wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her head to touch his high nose.

"Master, you are so kind, I like you so much."

Who wouldn't like such a sincere man?

Wuchen wrapped his arms around her waist, pulled her onto his lap, and pressed his lips to hers, saying, "I love you."

"The meaning of the book."

After Shen Shuyi discovered that Wuchen had completely returned to secular life, he became even more wild, to the point that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was like a wolf or a tiger.

Wuchen looked at her slightly reddened eyes and, somewhat out of control, pressed himself against her and kissed her.

Shen Shuyi was worried about touching his wound, so she didn't get too close, but she could still feel his heat, so she pressed him down onto the bed.

"let me."

"Master, please don't move."

Shen Shuyi deliberately pinched the flesh on his waist, but soon she said she was tired and didn't want to move anymore.

Wuchen's forehead veins throbbed; he was nearly driven mad by the little flower fairy.

He had no choice but to use his waist and hips to lift her up. "Shuyi, please have pity on me this once, okay?"

Shen Shuyi felt the man holding her warmly, his voice already extremely hoarse.

Unable to support Wuchen's injured chest, she could only wrap her arms around his neck and say sweetly, "Okay, okay."

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(End of this chapter)