Fangxian Heretical Path

Chapter 134 Is it worth it to be in public and in private?

Fang Shu was stunned when he heard the voices coming from the courtyard; he didn't react immediately.

Jingle Bell!
A silver bell rang out, and the doors of the hermitage opened by themselves, releasing a fragrant aroma.

Next, what came into Fang Shu's view was a white deer, on the back of which carried a female Taoist priestess dressed in light gauze with a graceful figure.

She was truly beautiful, her skin as white as silver, her body as pure as snow. Her elbows were like solidified rouge, her fragrant shoulders as delicate as powdered jade. Her belly was soft and supple, her back smooth and clean. Her knees and wrists were half-circle in shape, her lotus feet three inches narrow. In the middle, a seductive opening was revealed. (Note 1)

Those eyes, seemingly both happy and sad, were captivating with their gentle, flowing light, exuding a languid yet otherworldly charm.

The person who came was none other than Fang Lu, the talented senior sister of the Dugu Sect on the mountain!
The other person lowered her eyes shyly, not looking directly at Fang Shu, giving off an impression of being neither a respectable nor a virtuous woman.

Noticing that Fang Shu was still standing blankly at the door, Senior Sister Fang Lu chuckled:

"What are you standing there for, young master? Hurry up and hook the door shut."

Fang Shu was startled awake by the other person's voice. He snapped out of his daze and felt a sudden sense of unease, unsure whether to stay or leave.

However, he suppressed his distracting thoughts, took a deep breath, and silently closed the door.

With a creak, the outside world was instantly isolated from the inner chamber.

A wave of decadent pleasure swept over Fang Shu's heart.

The senior sister sitting on the deer's back slid down and walked barefoot in the room, her slender white fingers holding a red candle, as if she were drunk and carrying a gourd of wine.

The woman leisurely lit the candles on both sides, then moved over to Fang Shu and leaned against his chest.

"My old friend, what kind of wonderful technique do you require me to use? The Crane Style, the Snake Style, or the unique Deer Style?"

She spoke in a sweet, delicate voice.

Faced with this scene, Fang Shu couldn't help but feel an even stronger fragrance in his nose. This fragrance seemed to have the power to influence people, making him feel excited and restless. He couldn't suppress the beautiful thoughts in his mind and almost blurted out the difference between the various wonderful methods.

Fortunately, he remained calm and immediately spoke again:

"Senior sister, it's me, Fang Shu from the Dugu Pavilion in Guling Town."

"Huh?" This time, it was Fang Lu in his arms who was stunned.

Fang Lu immediately stopped looking at him with her shy and timid eyes and finally looked up at him.

Upon seeing Fang Shu's face, the woman immediately recognized him and realized that she had mistaken an old friend for an old acquaintance.

A blush rose on her cheeks, and her neck also turned red.

Fang Lu immediately stood up straight and said, "Yes, it's Junior Brother Fang."

For a moment, it seemed that if there were a hole in the ground, this woman would crawl into it.

However, Senior Sister Fang Lu was only flustered for a few moments before regaining the initiative.

She exhaled, her tone returning to normal, still toying with the red candle in her hand, and muttered lazily and skillfully, "I knew it! Today, a young and vibrant young man has come, and he still smells like a virgin. How lucky I am!"

"Junior brother, please have a seat. I'll go change my clothes."

Fang Shu nodded, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and sat down in the study as instructed.

While Fang Lu went to change his clothes, Fang Shu kept his eyes fixed on the room without looking around, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the lavish house was clearly decorated for pleasure-seeking.

What's even more captivating is the swing set in the room, along with a host of strange and unusual items, instantly recognizable as the owner's seasoned connoisseur. A short while later...

Senior Sister Fang Lu came out of the room again. She was now wearing a pale yellow Taoist robe, her hair was tied up, and she was wearing a golden crown, just like when she first appeared in the Dugu Hall.

The woman strode past Fang Shu, creaked open the door, dissipating most of the lingering fragrance in the room. She then hung a sign outside the door indicating that guests were not welcome before sitting down in front of Fang Shu.

At this moment, Senior Sister Fang Lu is completely different from before.

If it weren't for the swing set and other items still hanging brightly in the room, Fang Shu would have thought that everything that had just happened was just his hallucination.

Seeing Fang Shu hesitate, Fang Lu knew he was still awkward about their meeting, so she poured him a cup of tea and said while sipping the tea, "What's wrong? Has your opinion of Senior Sister changed so much since we met in the mountains today?"

Fang Shu accepted the tea with both hands, organizing his thoughts as he spoke: "Today, it was my junior brother who was presumptuous."

The woman smiled, showing no signs of awkwardness, and instead spoke softly:
"It's good that you came by yourself today, so you won't hear any rumors from others and get prejudiced against me."

She confidently gestured to the layout of the study:

"To be honest, what I practice is the bedroom cultivation technique, and my skills are not very good, so I can only resort to vulgarity. This is the place where you entertain customers, and I just mistakenly introduced you, Junior Brother Fang, to my business."

Seeing Fang Lu's composure, Fang Shu pondered for a few moments before no longer concealing his surprise and doubt. He turned to look around and spoke:
"Senior Sister Fang, why are you in this state? Is it because of your cultivation?"

A soft laugh rang out, and Senior Sister Fang Lu spoke frankly:

"No, no. If it were just for cultivation, why would I need to do business with people? I could just hook up with a few lovers or pay to be a customer."

"Does she really think my senior sister enjoys this kind of giggling job?"

She sighed, "It's nothing more than a scheme for money from spirit stones and talismans. If you want to put on a good front, you can only say it's half cultivation and half business."

These blunt words stirred up a wave of surprise and doubt in Fang Shu's heart.

While these immortal beings and servants were nothing special, Senior Sister Fang Lu was a spiritual immortal who had passed through the Qi Refining stage. It seemed that she was not just a fourth-stage Qi Refining immortal, but a fifth-stage Qi Refining immortal!
"So, even Qi Refining Immortals in temples are in this situation?" Fang Shu asked.

Senior Sister Fang Lu gave him amusement and said leisurely, "Junior Brother, have you forgotten the words 'immortal materials' that Master often talks about, as well as the three shortcuts to entering the sect?"

She sighed softly, "In this temple of the five internal organs, those of you below the Qi Refining stage find it difficult to even take a step. And those of us above the Qi Refining stage, aren't we in the same boat?"
Elixirs cost money, cultivation techniques cost money, and one must also cultivate the Dao. If one lacks skills, the only option left is to find ways to sell one's body.

As she spoke, Fang Lu touched her lower abdomen and said with a smile, "With your business, you're practically a 'clean customer.' After all, you're just selling your body. You don't bear children or raise bodies for anyone. You make a living by selling smiles, so you pay special attention to your image."

The woman chattered on and on, seemingly treating Fang Shu as an insider, recounting in detail her experiences on the mountain.

In an instant, Fang Shu felt that this senior sister was not as well off as he had been these past few days. Although she was a Qi Refining Immortal, she was far inferior to the local tycoons and even less so to the owner of the Duguan Inn in Guling Town.

He hesitated even more, and the thought of asking the other party for help, to borrow money or cultivation techniques, was suddenly choked in his throat.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and deep:

"May I ask, senior sister, have you ever considered descending the mountain to cultivate?"

Fang Lu was taken aback, then his eyes lit up with understanding. He shook his head and chuckled, "You silly boy, just say what you want to know. Do you want to ask me why I don't go down the mountain to enjoy life, or even act like a tyrant?"

Before Fang Shu could speak, the woman's smile vanished, and she said, "Even if I die, I'll die on this mountain."

　Note 1: The phrase comes from the description of the spider demon in "Journey to the West".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)