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"The Holy Maiden has returned!"

"Great! The Holy Maiden has returned!"

When Jinse appeared, the Longhua disciples guarding the mountain gate were all excited and quickly bowed respectfully.

It is evident that Jinse enjoys high prestige and is well-loved among many ordinary believers.

Besides her own achievements over the years, it is also related to her identity as a successor of the Buddha Mother.

The Buddha Mother's position in the Longhua Sect was so high that she overshadowed the leader, making the old sect leader unable to raise his head.

Of the thirty-six incense masters, more than half were promoted by the Buddha Mother.

The Longhua Sect suffered several calamities under the pursuit of the imperial court, but each time the Buddha Mother turned the tide and repelled the powerful enemy.

Therefore, even though the old leader later survived the fifth heavenly tribulation and became the second Earth Immortal of the Longhua Sect after the Buddha Mother, he could not completely replace the Buddha Mother's position.

Many people deeply respect and admire the religious leader, but they treat the Buddha Mother as a deity.

In recent years, the Buddha Mother has not appeared in person, and her disciple Jinse has become the spiritual sustenance for these people.

"Holy Maiden, during your absence, a major event occurred within the sect: we have captured Luoyang!"

"With the sect leader and the three Dharma Kings personally taking action, and the young master leading the charge and cutting down enemy generals, Luoyang was captured in less than three days. Let's see who dares to do it again..."

As they talked, these people realized something was wrong.

The voices grew softer and softer under the saintess's indifferent gaze.

"Open the door."

"Yes!"

Everyone hurriedly opened the mountain gate, but just as Jinse was about to enter, a figure stopped her.

“Holy Maiden, you may enter, but this person is not a member of the church and cannot enter.”

The man's voice was loud and clear, and his sharp eyes were fixed on the tall, slender figure behind the saintess, who was wearing a bamboo hat and a blue robe.

Jinse slowly raised her eyes and looked at the towering man, her gaze showing no surprise.

"Zhao Pan, are you trying to stop me?"

This man was a fierce general under the old leader, nicknamed the Mountain-Suppressing Tiger. He possessed powerful and domineering martial arts skills and was extremely loyal to the old leader.

"This is a rule of the sect; outsiders are not allowed to enter the main altar. We hope that the Holy Maiden will..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard the sound of a zither.

Clang~
This is the art of the Heart Melody, which is inaudible to others, but to Zhao Pan it sounds like a thunderclap that shatters the heavens.

He let out a scream and his towering body crashed to the ground, blood spurting from his ears as if his eardrums had shattered.

The excruciating pain caused even this tough man to scream in agony, writhing in agony in the pool of blood.

However, Jinse didn't even glance at him, stepping over his body as she entered the door. Her cold voice was filled with murderous intent, and an extremely oppressive aura swept over like a cold winter wind.

"Are you trying to rebel by blocking my way into the mountains?"

"you--"

"Considering your contributions to the church over the years, I will only cripple your ears. But if you dare to speak disrespectfully again..."

Jinse glanced at him indifferently, her voice soft yet possessing a chilling magic.

"I'll cut out your tongue, and even the cult leader can't protect you."

Upon hearing this, everyone shuddered, only then remembering that although the Holy Maiden was usually kind, she had once slaughtered tens of thousands of soldiers with a single demonic melody, causing the Bijiang River to be stained red with blood for three months.

"Also, this... is a coachman I picked up on the road. He will be following me from now on, and none of you are allowed to disrespect him." Upon hearing this, Zhou Sheng slowly raised his chin. Under the bamboo hat was an old face that exuded the aura of time, with a full head of silver hair, like an old gentleman who had studied extensively but was frustrated in his career.

This was also something he and Jinse had agreed upon. After all, his reputation was too great, and not many people knew what he looked like, but all the major powers should have portraits and records of him.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Zhou Sheng used magic to transform himself into an old man, pretending to be a groom and attendant.

“Zhou…please come inside with me.”

After saying this, Jinse walked into the cave, while Zhou Sheng smiled and said in an old voice, "This old servant thanks the Holy Maiden."

He quickly followed, getting very close to it, because the passageway was quite narrow, and their shoulders were almost touching.

The believers were both amazed and envious at the sight.

The Holy Maiden has always been aloof and proud, like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, only to be admired from afar and not to be trifled with. She has never been so close to any man, not even the young master, and has never been able to earn any special treatment from him.

But this old scoundrel was so reckless, walking almost shoulder to shoulder with the saintess, their clothes practically touching. They even saw a few strands of the saintess's hair brush against the old scoundrel's face...

Despite such offensive behavior, the saintess seemed completely oblivious, allowing him to follow her closely.

……

"Master, I just called you a stable boy, you...you're not angry, are you?"

After turning the corner, the saintess, who had just been so imposing that she had silenced countless people, suddenly softened her voice, speaking gently and softly, as if she had voluntarily placed herself in a subordinate position.

“I was your master for a period of time before, and now… consider it paying off a debt.”

Zhou Sheng shook his head and smiled wryly. After the passage widened, he distanced himself from her and no longer got so close.

To his surprise, when he slowed down a little, Jinse in front of him also slowed down.

Even though the passageway was quite spacious, the two were still so close that they could hear each other breathing.

"If the troupe leader is angry, he can punish Jinse privately."

The voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz, as if it were barely jumping out of his throat. If Zhou Sheng hadn't been so skilled in cultivation, he might not have been able to hear it clearly.

After saying this, Jinse suddenly sped up. Zhou Sheng looked up and saw that her crystal earlobes were already burning red.

He stopped and did some calculations with his fingers, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

"No wonder Jinse has been acting so strangely lately, it turns out she's been reading...that kind of book?"

"The Buddha Mother is truly... a great harm to people."

On the other side, after creating some distance, Jinse took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the throbbing in her heart, and reached into her robes to touch a book.

It was left to her by her master before he left. It was called "One Hundred and Eight Methods of Dragon Taming". At first, she thought it was some kind of supernatural magic, but after looking through it, she found that it was actually written by her master in his own hand, telling about how to... seduce men.

She was both ashamed and angry when she saw it, and almost burned the book. Later, because she missed her master, she would occasionally take it out to look at it.

But she never used the methods mentioned above. Only occasionally, when the night was quiet, she couldn't help but fantasize: if he had had this book when he first met Zhou Sheng, would everything have been... different?
Twenty years later, when she met Zhou Sheng again in the Kunlun Mountains, the feelings that had been buried in her heart for many years not only did not fade away, but instead grew wildly like weeds.

While feeling guilty towards her sisters, she couldn't help but start reviewing the book.

The reason she gave her peaches to Yang Ying was not only out of sisterly affection, but also, and more importantly, out of a deep sense of guilt.

"Xiao Feng, I'm sorry."

"This time, I want to give it a shot."

She gripped the book tightly, took a deep breath, and her face slowly regained its composure. In her glassy eyes, there was a majesty and determination unique to the Holy Maiden of Longhua.

...(End of this chapter)