Hong Kong films: Starting from Shaolin Temple

This was not out of worldly lust, but rather the only, most direct, and most effective way to detoxify her at this moment!

Using his own indestructible body, perfected through physical refinement, as a furnace, and guided by the powerful primordial spirit gained from mastering the Marrow Cleansing Classic, he channeled the purest and most abundant pure Yang energy he had acquired through cultivating the Yi Jin Jing into Huan Ji's body through the most fundamental and seamless method of lips and teeth touching, like a surging Yangtze River flowing continuously and without reservation!

Golden, pure yang energy containing supreme Buddhist power, like a divine soldier descending from the sky, rushed into Huan Ji's meridians, which had already been completely occupied by the purple desire poison mist!

A silent, yet more dangerous, war of purification than any sword fight was about to begin deep within her body!

This process was an extreme test for both of them. Huan Ji convulsed in the extreme pain of ice and fire, while Long Yan had to use his strong willpower to resist the desire poison that was constantly eroding his mind through the fusion of their souls.

Meanwhile, while clearing the ruins around the laboratory, Captain Jiashan and Zilu discovered an energy crystal that was intact at the center of the explosion and was shimmering with a strange seven-colored light.

Its interior records countless complex and incomprehensible data streams and spatial laws—the core principles and methods of the "Demon-Closed Space".

Knowing full well that this item transcended the realm of ordinary technology and was a "skill book" capable of overturning the world, they carefully put it away and decided to hand it over to Long Yan, the only one capable of handling it.

After an unknown amount of time, when the first ray of dawn on the horizon, like a golden sword, pierced through the deepest darkness of the night sky, the last stubborn trace of purple poison mist in Huan Ji's body was finally completely purified and dissolved by Long Yan's vast and unparalleled pure Yang Buddhist power.

Her long eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.

The confusion and madness in her eyes had faded, and she had regained her former clarity and purity.

When she realized how intimately she was pressed against Long Yan, even feeling each other's heartbeats and breaths, her beautiful face instantly turned crimson, like the most radiant sunrise.

"I...I..." She was overwhelmed with shame and wished she could disappear into the ground. The crazy and shameful memories of last night flooded into her mind like a tidal wave.

Long Yan slowly released her, his breathing somewhat unsteady.

His face was slightly pale, clearly indicating that he had exhausted himself. He looked at the stunningly beautiful girl before him, who resembled a frightened rabbit, his eyes filled with tenderness and pity.

"It's in the past."

When we returned to Wulong Temple, it was already early morning, and the sun was shining brightly.

Zi Luo was already waiting there. She solemnly handed the mysterious energy crystal to Long Yan and told him about its origin.

Long Yan took the warm, smooth crystal, but instead of keeping it for himself, he turned around and, to Huan Ji's surprise, handed it to her.

“Perhaps this is Heaven’s compensation for the misuse of your ‘Source of Life’,” he said gently, his voice carrying a reassuring power. “It contains pure spacetime power, which is of the same origin as your life source power. Perhaps only you can truly comprehend it and use it for good.”

Huanji was stunned. She stared blankly at the beautiful 2.2 crystal that shimmered with light, and then looked into Long Yan's sincere eyes. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions.

“From now on, stay at Wulong Courtyard.” A gentle smile, unlike any he had ever seen before, appeared on Long Yan’s lips. “This place will always be your home.”

Sunlight filtered through the branches of the enormous Bodhi tree, casting dappled yet warm shadows on the two of them.

Huanji looked at Longyan, her eyes filled with glistening tears, yet she smiled the most radiant and happiest smile of her life.

She didn't speak, but nodded vigorously, all her unspoken words transformed into that silent gaze that seemed to stretch to eternity.

Everything is understood without words.

Chapter 211 Oolong Courtyard Karaoke! The arrogant Wen's brother comes to visit.

The great battle ended half a month ago.

Wulong Temple seems to be enveloped in a warm Buddhist light, completely isolating itself from the hustle and bustle below the mountain, and returning to a unique daily life that has been passed down for thousands of years.

This daily routine carries a touch of Zen, yet is also interspersed with countless chaotic moments of leisure.

Here, the days are awakened by the first rays of sunlight piercing through the mountain mist in the early morning.

Huanji walked barefoot on the soft, moist soil of the herb garden on the back mountain.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath of the air mixed with the fresh scent of grass and trees and the fragrance of earth, and a serene and contented smile appeared on her face.

Her "source of life" is like the gentlest spring rain, silently nourishing the land that had become slightly withered due to lack of care.

The herbs that were once on the verge of death are now stretching out their lush green leaves, growing vigorously towards the sun. Even some rare varieties that had long been extinct have sprouted new buds under her nourishment.

She hummed an ancient ballad from her own world, its melody melodious and ethereal, as if it could blend into the whisper of the wind and the rustling of the leaves.

Little Dragon squatted beside her, tilting his little face up, listening intently as she identified the names and medicinal properties of various herbs.

"Sister Huanji, can this herb called 'Dragon Sunflower' really clear heat and detoxify? It looks... like a roadside weed." He asked, curiously plucking a leaf from the 07 variety and wanting to put it in his mouth to taste it.

"You can't eat it!" Huanji was startled by his naive act and quickly and gently stopped him. "Although it is a medicine, it is slightly poisonous and can only be used in medicine after being processed by Master and the others."

Not far away, under the Bodhi tree, Long Yan sat quietly cross-legged, his aura long and deep, blending into the overall atmosphere of the back mountain.

Occasionally, he would rise and practice a set of seemingly simple yet powerful boxing techniques. This technique, known as the "Heavenly Frost Fist," was something he had comprehended from a secret manual left behind by the hermit of the thatched hut.

He did not unleash his frost-like energy, but simply familiarized himself with the boxing stance and sensed the refined and serene intent within it.

Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage, casting its glow upon him, Huanji, and Xiaolong, creating a tranquil, harmonious, and vibrant scene.

However, the "quiet" in Wulong Temple is only a relative concept.

As the sun rises to its zenith, this Zen-like tranquility is destined to be shattered.

"My passion is like a fire! It burns across the entire desert—!!"

A chorus of off-key singing, sounding like a pig being slaughtered, accompanied by the crackling of static from an old stereo, suddenly erupted from the front yard.

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it startled a large flock of sparrows on the treetops, causing them to flutter away.

Huanji and Xiaolong exchanged a glance, seeing a helpless smile in each other's eyes.

It's obvious that Uncle Da brought out the secondhand karaoke machine he bought from the junkyard again.

The two returned to the front yard and witnessed a scene that was both hilarious and absurd.

Uncle Da was shirtless, revealing his rather large belly, and was holding a water pipe that he had taken from somewhere as a microphone.

He stared at the karaoke machine screen with his eyes closed, roaring with pure ecstasy.

Across from him, Master Long Eyebrows sat upright, holding a feather duster in his hand, staring intently at the lyrics on the screen, trying to keep up with the rhythm.

As soon as he opened his mouth, his dentures flew out with a "whoosh" from the force of his shout, almost hitting the stinky fart Wen who was watching the commotion nearby.

"Oh dear, Master, be careful of your 'magic weapon'!" Uncle Da reacted quickly, stepping forward to catch the dentures and handing them back with a grin.

"Hmph! It's all your fault for this lousy speaker, it's made my blood and qi flow badly!" Master Long Eyebrows blushed, took the dentures and put them back in place, but he refused to admit defeat.

The witch Xiaozhen, acting as a "nanny," stood gently to the side, holding a plate of freshly washed grapes.

She watched the farcical scene unfold before her, a smile playing on her lips, but it didn't reach her eyes.

She tried her best to portray a gentle and virtuous image, attempting to gradually integrate into this seemingly unguarded extended family.

She glanced at Long Yan as he approached from time to time, her eyes carrying a hint of resentment and a touch of calculation.

Ever since Long Yan saw through her attempt to "steal" martial arts skills and she was forced to "work for free," she had been looking for a new opportunity to find a breakthrough with this stubborn little monk.

Amidst this chaotic and joyful atmosphere, a figure that seemed completely out of place in the style of Wulongyuan paintings appeared at the mountain gate.

He was a young man of about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed in fashionable designer clothes and with flaxen hair.

He had a handsome appearance and a certain idol star quality, but at this moment his face was full of dejection and sadness.

Her eyes, which should have been full of vitality, were red and swollen, as if she had just been beaten up or had cried all night after a breakup.

The young man stood at the doorway, looking at the strangely dressed, singing and dancing "weirdos" in the courtyard. After hesitating for a moment, he finally mustered his courage and timidly asked:

"Excuse me...excuse me, I'm looking for...I'm looking for a little monk named 'Pi Xiaowen,' is he here?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhen, the witch who was wiping the mouth of the stinky Wen, paused slightly.

The arrogant Wen, who was about to snatch grapes from Uncle Da, froze when he heard this name.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the young man at the door. For the first time, an extremely complex expression appeared on that chubby face that always carried a hint of smugness and cunning.

"elder brother?"

That's right, the visitor was none other than Wen's older brother, Pi Simao.

When Pi Simao saw the familiar figure wearing small sunglasses and a small monk's robe, his long-suppressed grievances and sorrows erupted like a flood.

He burst into tears and rushed into the yard, grabbing the still somewhat dazed Wen.

"Xiaowen—! My dear brother—!" Pi Simao cried out in a heart-wrenching sob, tears streaming down his face, "Brother... Brother's heart is broken! Brother doesn't want to live anymore! Waaah—!!"

He hugged Choupiwen and cried like a 200-pound child, snot and tears all over Choupiwen's bald head.

This sudden turn of events on July 717th stunned everyone present.

The karaoke music stopped, Master Long Eyebrows' dentures stopped rattling, and Uncle Da didn't even notice the grapes falling from his hand to the ground.

"What... what's going on?" Uncle Da looked at Long Yan with a bewildered expression.

Long Yan shook his head. He hadn't expected that the arrogant Wen would have such a "sentimental" older brother.

"Brother, you...you shouldn't cry..." The cheeky Wen was being hugged so tightly by his brother that he could hardly breathe. He struggled, his little face turning red. "Your...your tears are so salty..."

Pi Simao seemed not to hear, lost in his deep sorrow.

He let go of the stinky Wen, then grabbed the nearest Uncle Da's leg and continued to wail:

"Master... I... I've been dumped! I was humiliated in front of the whole school by my favorite girl... and her boyfriend! They said I'm a toad trying to eat swan meat! They even posted my love letter on the bulletin board! Waaaaah... I'm so ashamed!"

With a heavy sob in his voice, he recounted in detail his tragic experience of being publicly humiliated by Annie's boyfriend, Tieying, for pursuing the school beauty.

He became more and more upset as he spoke, and finally collapsed to the ground, hugging Uncle Da's leg and sobbing uncontrollably.

Looking at "Brother Broken Heart" crying his eyes out, the members of Wulong Temple exchanged bewildered glances.

What was supposed to be a joyful afternoon karaoke party was completely disrupted by a sudden breakup.

Chapter 212 Xiaowen's Parents! Team Building at Wulong Temple

Pi Simao's tragic heartbreak is like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

In the Wulong Temple, which is almost devoid of "love," a huge wave of excitement is stirred up.

For these monks who usually spend their days either practicing martial arts or fooling around, this was undoubtedly the freshest and most exciting "gossip".

That evening, in the kitchen of Wulong Temple.

A secret meeting of "strategists" was held with the tacit approval of Master Long Eyebrows, focusing on "how to save Pi Simao, a young man heartbroken from a breakup."

Pi Simao, the male protagonist of the incident, sat to the side with red and swollen eyes.

He held in his hands the lotus seed soup that Huanji had specially cooked for him, which was said to have calming and soothing effects.

He drank slowly, but his eyes remained empty, as if he had lost his soul.