My cultivation disguise has been exposed by Xiao Sizi.

That rough texture.

That solid chest.

There was even the unique smell of his body, a faint mixture of sweat and grass.

Like a nightmare, it lingered in her mind again and again.

"No! How could I, a princess of the Great Tang Dynasty, possibly fall for that blockhead!"

Princess Gaoyang bit her red lips, desperately trying to drive that image out of her mind.

But the more I try to forget, the more that hidden stirring in my heart grows and spreads wildly, like weeds in spring.

She felt like her heart was about to explode.

The feeling of being unable to control her emotions caused her unprecedented panic.

"No, I need to go find some peace and quiet."

Princess Gaoyang suddenly stood up.

"Go to the royal temple. Listening to the morning bells and evening drums might calm this damned mind."

The next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The ancient royal temple outside Chang'an City was shrouded in a light morning mist.

This place was a sacred site for the Tang Dynasty imperial family to pray for blessings. It was usually bustling with worshippers, but in the early morning, it became exceptionally quiet.

Princess Gaoyang did not bring many guards, only leaving a few personal maids to wait outside the temple.

She walked alone up the long stone steps.

Inside the main hall, there is a huge golden Buddha statue.

The fragrance of sandalwood rose gently, filling the hall.

The crisp sound of the wooden fish echoed in the spacious hall, conveying a sense of tranquility.

Princess Gaoyang walked to the Buddha statue, put her hands together, and slowly knelt on the prayer mat.

She closed her eyes and tried to silently recite a calming mantra in her mind.

However, as soon as she closes her eyes, that cold, hard face will intrude into her mind without warning.

It disturbed her, making her so upset that even her breathing became rapid.

"Your Highness, it seems you have a thousand knots in your heart."

Just as Princess Gaoyang was in a state of utter confusion.

A warm, gentle voice, with a strange magnetism, suddenly rang out in the empty hall.

Gao Yang suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head away.

Behind a huge red-lacquered beam pillar in the main hall.

A young monk dressed in a moon-white robe slowly walked out.

He held a string of jet-black Bodhi prayer beads in his hand, and his handsome face was so striking that it took one's breath away.

Especially her slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, which exuded an indescribable melancholy and deep affection.

He was bathed in the morning light, yet he seemed detached from the world, untouched by its dust.

It was none other than the long-lurking, wicked monk from the Buddhist kingdom, Bianji!

Who are you?

Princess Gaoyang frowned slightly, stood up, and regained her princessly dignity.

"Royal temples are off-limits to unauthorized personnel. Where is the abbot?"

Bianji smiled slightly, raised one hand to his chest, and performed a flawless Buddhist salute.

"I am Bianji, a wandering monk who has returned from ascetic practices in the Western Regions. Seeing the overwhelming aura of worldly troubles in this hall, I have taken the liberty of showing myself."

He raised his head, his peach blossom eyes looking straight into Princess Gaoyang's eyes.

"Princess, your heart is in turmoil."

Princess Gaoyang snorted coldly.

"Whether this princess's mind is in turmoil or not is none of your business, monk! Step aside!"

Bianji not only did not retreat, but instead took a small step forward.

The "Heaven-Covering Bodhi Bead" on his wrist emitted a faint light, completely concealing his terrifying cultivation level at the Nascent Soul stage.

At this moment, he looked like a handsome young man who was powerless to even kill a chicken.

"If the princess wants to use force to drive away this humble monk, it will be as easy as turning her hand."

Bianji's voice grew softer, as if he were whispering in his lover's ear.

"But Princess, you can't drive away that shadow in your heart, can you?"

These words were like a sharp, poisonous needle, instantly piercing Gao Yang's most vulnerable nerve.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Princess Gaoyang's eyes darted around, and although her tone was stern, she clearly lacked confidence.

A triumphant smile curled at the corners of Bianji's mouth.

He knew that his prey had stepped into the trap.

"This humble monk has practiced the art of observing the mind since childhood."

Bianji slowly paced around Princess Gaoyang, each step following a strange rhythm.

"In the princess's eyes, there was anger, resentment, and confusion. But what was hidden deepest was a trace of emotion that even you yourself were unwilling to admit..."

"You are afraid."

Bianji suddenly stopped and looked directly into Gao Yang's eyes.

"You fear that your lofty pride will be trampled underfoot by a crude brute."

"You're even more afraid that you'll fall hopelessly in love with the man who brought you down from your pedestal."

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Princess Gaoyang's secret was ruthlessly exposed, and she was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly breaking down.

She suddenly raised her hand, instinctively trying to draw the long whip from her waist.

but.

In that very instant.

A strange pink light suddenly burst forth from the eyes of the monk Bianji!

"Ode to the Great Sorrow of the Seven Emotions and Six Desires"

Silently and without warning, a full-scale operation was launched!

An invisible, formless, yet sweet and fragrant pink mist instantly enveloped the entire Mahavira Hall.

This fog is not poison, but pure mental manipulation.

It bypassed Princess Gaoyang's physical defenses and penetrated deep into her soul.

Princess Gaoyang's hand froze in mid-air.

Her once clear and proud phoenix eyes began to gradually become hazy.

The handsome monk before her began to distort and magnify in her vision, as if he had transformed into the only god in the world who could save her from her suffering.

"Princess, do not resist."

Bianji's voice seemed to possess a magical power at this moment, amplifying Gao Yang's inner turmoil and desires with every word.

"The love and affections of this world are all a sea of ​​suffering. That warrior is nothing but a brute; he doesn't understand your pride and only knows how to humiliate you with violence."

"Only by taking refuge in the Buddha and letting go of these pointless attachments can we succeed."

"Only then can you attain true liberation and supreme bliss."

As Bianji murmured, he slowly raised his long, slender, fair hand.

A black aura shone from his fingertips.

That is the "faith and spiritual imprint" of the Buddhist kingdom!

All that is needed is to implant this mark into Princess Gaoyang's forehead.

This princess of the Tang Dynasty would then become Bianji's most loyal and fanatical puppet slave.

This was not only the first step in breaking through the destiny of the Tang Dynasty, but also the ultimate pleasure he enjoyed in the descent of his prey.

Princess Gaoyang's breathing became rapid.

Half of her mind was filled with Fang Yi'ai's cold face, and the other half with Bianji's seductive whispers.

Two forces were violently tearing at her soul, causing her defenses to crumble layer by layer.

She even unconsciously raised her snow-white neck slightly in response to Bianji's voice, as if preparing to receive the so-called divine baptism.

"That's right, that's it... Be a good boy and become my furnace."

Bianji's smile grew increasingly maniacal, and the finger adorned with black Buddhist light was less than three inches away from Gao Yang's brow!

however.

At that critical, extremely dangerous moment!