Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

"Dragon... Dragon Flame..."

She looked at the man who resembled a god in the golden Buddha light, and tremblingly reached out her hand.

Long Yan also turned his head at this moment.

The aura of Buddha around him gradually dissipated, and his gaze shifted from a divine indifference to all living beings to a human warmth.

He looked at Wang Xian'er's pretty face, which was covered in tears and looked like a pear blossom in the rain.

The Buddha's heart, which had just become somewhat cold due to the wrath of Vajra, was now filled with an indescribable tenderness and heartache.

He walked step by step through the mess on the ground and stood in front of her.

Then, amidst the shocked, adoring, and blessed gazes of everyone, he bent down and, with unprecedented tenderness and devotion, gently kissed away the salty tears on her cheeks, before kissing her cold, trembling lips.

This time, there was no acting, no inner demons, and no external factors.

Only a mortal heart that could no longer deceive itself, and a promise whispered to her from the depths of my soul:

"Don't be afraid."

"I am here.".

Chapter 192 Living Together with Wang Xian'er! The Monster Special Police Team Visits, Policewoman [Zi Luo]

The earth-shattering explosion at the wrap party, and the passionate kiss under the Buddha's light, completely exposed the relationship between Long Yan and Wang Xian'er.

The next day, almost all the newsstands were sold out.

The front page headlines were no longer about celebrity gossip, but rather a photo of Long Yan surrounded by a halo of Buddha amidst the raging ruins, protecting Wang Xian'er like a deity and tenderly kissing her.

This photograph is incredibly impactful, encapsulating all the dramatic elements of life—flames, ruins, heroes, beauties, miracles, and deep emotions—into a single, frozen frame.

Public opinion reversed at an astonishing speed; the previous doubts and insults seemed to have never existed, replaced by a tsunami of worship, blessings, and fervor.

The joint press conference held by Hong Kong police and the Special Police Unit further fueled the media frenzy, adding an element of authority to the already intense media frenzy.

Captain Jia Shan personally confirmed Long Yan's identity as a "special advisor" on camera and praised him for his courage in the face of danger during the "terrorist attack" and for protecting the lives of dozens of citizens single-handedly. His heroic actions are a model for the citizens of Hong Kong.

Overnight, the name "Holy Monk Longyan" was transformed from a special symbol in the entertainment industry into a legend who protected this city.

However, Long Yan and Wang Xian'er, who were at the center of the storm, quietly left the hotel, which was still surrounded by reporters, the next morning and returned to Wulongyuan, far away from the hustle and bustle.

For them, external praise and criticism are all fleeting.

After going through life-and-death trials together and confirming their feelings with a kiss amidst the ruins, their relationship entered a new and stable phase—a spiritual connection and peace that required no verbal testing or external proof.

They began living together in the true sense of the word.

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through the wooden window of the meditation room and fell onto the floor, Long Yan sat cross-legged as usual to perform his morning prayers.

The difference is that there is always a pretty figure beside him, wearing loose training clothes, imitating his breathing and breathing techniques. That is Wang Xian'er.

She had no talent for cultivation and could not sense the flow of spiritual energy in the world, but she could gain an unprecedented inner peace from Long Yan's long and steady breathing.

She liked this feeling, liked waking up in the morning to see her beloved's handsome and dignified profile.

Long Yan did not force her to pursue the "Great Dao," but patiently dissected a basic Buddhist internal cultivation method and taught it to her little by little.

Although this method cannot grant her supernatural powers, it can regulate her body, improve her temperament, and allow her to radiate a healthy and spiritual beauty from the inside out.

"Breathe slowly, deeply, and evenly," Long Yan would gently instruct in his magnetic voice. "Visualize the energy rising from the dantian, flowing through the limbs and bones, and then returning to the dantian. Keep your mind calm and your body relaxed."

Sometimes when Wang Xian'er didn't practice correctly and her breathing got out of control, she would whine and complain like a little girl: "Oh, it's so hard! I feel like all the energy is going to my head, and I'm feeling dizzy..."

Long Yan would then open his eyes, smile gently, and extend his warm, dry palm to lightly place it on her lower abdomen, specifically her dantian. He didn't simply touch her; rather, he instantly extended his vast, boundless perception into her body.

“Don’t think,” he said softly, his voice having a calming power. “The energy in your body is like a frightened deer. Relax, don’t think about anything, trust me, I will guide you to direct your energy.”

A gentle and pure internal force slowly flowed into Wang Xian'er's body through his palm.

This current of energy was not as fierce and domineering as it was during battle, but rather like a gentle stream, softly enveloping the scattered energy within her body, like a patient guide, soothing and leading it back to the correct meridian path.

Enveloped in the warm air, Wang Xian'er would always squint her eyes comfortably, her cheeks slightly flushed.

She cherished the feeling of being gently and meticulously cared for by him, which made her feel more at ease and happy than any sweet words.

After morning classes, the two would prepare breakfast together in the kitchen of Wulongyuan, which was often the most chaotic time of day in Wulongyuan.

Wang Xian'er enthusiastically demonstrated her "disastrous" cooking skills, such as frying eggs that were half-burnt and the yolks were still raw; cooking white porridge that was more like rice paste than rice grains; or trying to cut a plate of cucumbers, resulting in uneven thickness and bizarre shapes, as if they were made by a postmodern sculptor.

Meanwhile, Long Yan silently cleaned up the mess.

He wouldn't dampen her enthusiasm; instead, when she was flustered, he would quietly salvage the situation with the precise control of a two-finger scissor.

He could cut vegetables that Wang Xian'er had cut into odd shapes and trim them to paper-thin, uniform pieces with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye. Then, using simple ingredients and unpretentious cooking methods, he could make delicious vegetarian dishes that would whet Wang Xian'er's appetite and amaze her.

"Long Yan, you're amazing! How did you do that? Why does your cooking taste a hundred times better than mine, even with the same ingredients and salt?"

Wang Xian'er would always be eating with her mouth full of oil, while asking questions with eyes full of admiration, completely unaware of the mess she had just made in the kitchen.

Long Yan smiled without saying a word.

He wouldn't tell her that he unconsciously incorporated a touch of Buddhist tranquility into his cooking.

The highest level of food creation lies in the cook's "heart." Food made with "heart" is not only delicious but also nourishes the mind and spirit.

During the day, they spend most of their time on the set of "Green Snake" doing post-production work such as dubbing.

In the professional recording studio, they transform back into professional actors, wonderfully blending on-screen emotions with off-screen life.

When Long Yan recited the lines "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon! World Honored Ksitigarbha!" in a voice filled with divinity and struggle, the air in the entire recording studio seemed to tremble. The awe-inspiring power of subduing demons and monsters made all the staff members solemn.

When he speaks his suppressed emotions into the microphone as "Fahai," his eyes unconsciously drift to Wang Xian'er waiting outside the glass window, and his voice carries a hint of struggle and tenderness that he himself is unaware of.

Returning to Wulong Temple in the evening was the most pleasant time for the two. They tended the vegetable garden on the back hill together, or sat side by side under the ancient Bodhi tree, watching the sunset lengthen their shadows.

That night, the moonlight was perfect, and the two were discussing the details of the assassin.

“That toxin was very peculiar.” Long Yan recalled his feelings at the time, his brows furrowing slightly. “It was not a traditional chemical poison, but more like a product of biotechnology, with strong targeting and directives. The toxin itself also seemed to contain faint but extremely malevolent ‘life’ characteristics.”

"You mean, the assassin and the liquid monster that appeared on set before might have come from the same place?" Wang Xian'er was quick-witted and immediately made the connection.

Long Yan nodded, his eyes deep: "Very likely. Moreover, the assassin is exceptionally skilled, and his body should have been implanted with a device to enhance his physical functions, giving him superhuman speed and strength. He's like a biological weapon created specifically for killing."

Wang Xian'er's face grew solemn. "The 'Genesis' conspiracy that Captain Jia Shan and the others mentioned is probably more terrifying than we imagine. They're not just using demonic beasts, they're even... creating demonic beasts, or rather, creating monsters that are somewhere between humans and demons."

“Hmm.” A cold glint flashed in Long Yan’s eyes. “No matter who it is, they have touched the forbidden zone of life and also crossed this monk’s bottom line. Such behavior, which treats life as worthless, is no different from the demonic path.”

Although he enjoys the sweetness of love in the mortal world, his sense of responsibility and awareness as a martial monk of Wulong Temple has never diminished.

Just as the two were having a deep discussion, Uncle Da walked in from outside the courtyard with a strange look on his face.

"Boss... Miss Xian'er..." He looked at the two of them, hesitant to speak, his expression intriguing.

"What's wrong, Uncle Da?" Wang Xian'er asked.

“Um… a woman came to the mountain gate.” Uncle Da scratched his head, trying to find the right words. “She said she was the deputy captain of the Demon Beast Special Police Team… and specifically asked to see you, Boss. And… goodness, that woman, she’s… tsk tsk tsk, even prettier than a movie star! That figure, that aura… I, Uncle Da, have lived this long and have never seen such… such… such a demonic… heroic woman!”

Uncle Da meant to say "has heroic spirit", but the words that came out were "has a demonic spirit".

As soon as the words were spoken, a clear, cool voice, with a touch of allure and a hint of assertiveness, came from outside the door. The voice was not loud, but it clearly drowned out the chirping of insects in the courtyard.

"Uncle Da, right? It's not gentlemanly to talk about a lady like that behind her back."

As the voice spoke, a tall, fiery, and fatally alluring figure slowly walked into the moonlit courtyard.

She was wearing a dark purple tight-fitting leather outfit. The leather was made of a special material that shimmered with an eerie and gorgeous sheen under the moonlight, perfectly outlining her exaggeratedly sexy S-shaped curves.

Her long, purple hair, reaching her waist, swayed gently in the night breeze, making her appear even more eerie.

Her features were stunningly beautiful, with a pair of long, narrow phoenix eyes that were slightly upturned at the corners. Her eyes were naturally alluring, as if they could steal the soul of any man.

She is the most unique and mysterious member of the Monster Special Police Team—Violet, the vice-captain.

A monster police officer who is himself an A-level monster.

Her gaze swept lightly over Uncle Da, whose expression was awkward, and then she glanced at Wang Xian'er, who immediately became wary and grabbed Long Yan's arm, with a half-smile. Finally, she focused all her attention on Long Yan.

His gaze was direct, bold, and filled with undisguised aggression and a desire to conquer.

“Master Longyan, this should be considered our first formal meeting.” She parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying a unique magnetism, alluring and captivating. “Let me introduce myself, I am Zilu. From today onwards, I will be your exclusive liaison officer in the SWAT team, responsible for all…communications between you.”

She emphasized the words "all communication" and slowly winked at Long Yan.

That alluring glance was enough to make any normal male's heart race and his mind wander.

Chapter 193 Violet's Mission: Protecting the Female Demon Beast [Phantom Princess]

The moonlight was like water, and the night breeze was blowing.

The originally warm and peaceful atmosphere inside Wulong Courtyard instantly became tense and eerie with the arrival of Zilu.

She was like a drop of intense purple ink falling into clear spring water, bringing with her a magnificent, eerie, and undeniably dangerous aura.

Wang Xian'er unconsciously tightened her grip on Long Yan's arm.

She clearly sensed that the woman named Zi Luo in front of her was completely different from any of her previous "love rivals".

Zhang Manyu's pride and admiration are outwardly apparent, belonging to the realm of human emotional entanglements.

Zi Luo, on the other hand, exudes an inhuman charm that originates from the essence of life in every smile and gesture.

That primal attraction, seemingly able to bypass reason and act directly on biological instincts, set off alarm bells in Wang Xian'er's mind, stirring up an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Long Yan's surface remained as still as a deep, calm pool. But under his "divine eye," Zi Luo's existence presented a completely different and strange appearance.

He could see that beneath her beautiful exterior lurked an extremely large and condensed purple demonic aura. This aura resembled a giant spider with many tentacles, and was filled with an ancient, cold, and poisonous aura.

However, this immense demonic aura was also firmly bound by a layer of pale golden energy representing "order" and "discipline".

These two completely opposite auras formed a contradictory and strange balance within her body.

This is a powerful being who uses human discipline to control the instincts of demonic beasts.

Even more interestingly, Long Yan could clearly "see" that she was emitting a colorless and invisible spiritual pheromone from her pores.

This substance, mixed with her own demonic energy, attempted to invade her sea of ​​consciousness and awaken her primal urges as a male being.

This method is far more sophisticated and dangerous than simple seduction.

“Master Longyan, you see, this mortal world is just so troublesome.” Ignoring Wang Xian’er’s hostile gaze, Zi Luo took light steps and slowly walked up to Longyan.

Her movements were as graceful as a black panther strolling under the moonlight, each step full of power and rhythm. "Some emotions and affections can become a burden for the strong. You agree, don't you?"