Fairy, please don't do this!

"Now that the Buddhist woman has seen through emptiness and form and understood the principles of Zen, does she know that there are eight kinds of suffering in the world?"

Miao Tan's body trembled almost imperceptibly, and something deep in the depths of her eyes seemed to be suddenly touched.

An Wanxi didn't wait for her response and continued, "Birth, old age, sickness, and death—these four sufferings are the ironclad laws of reincarnation, which all living beings cannot escape."

"You seek death simply to end the suffering of 'life' prematurely, avoid the torment of 'old age' and 'sickness,' and reach the annihilation of 'death'."

"However, these four sufferings are merely superficial sufferings, physical tribulations."

"True suffering lies in the latter four: being with those you hate, being separated from those you love, not getting what you want, and the burning of the five aggregates."

She slowly rose from the pool, looking down at the Buddhist nun before her.

"The pain of separation from loved ones is something you, a Buddhist nun who is indifferent to emotions, may never have experienced."

"But what about 'meeting with those you hate'?"

“You resent me for humiliating you, hate this Immortal Spell that binds your soul, and despise this helpless situation.”

"You seek death so that you may sever the suffering of being with those you hate, is that not it?"

Miaotan's eyelashes began to tremble violently.

"'Unable to obtain what one desires!'"

An Wanxi's gaze was sharp as a blade, as if trying to pierce through her defenses: "You seek peace and freedom, you seek the perfection of Buddhism, you seek to transcend the sea of ​​suffering."

"Now I am imprisoned, controlled by others, and I cannot even control my own life and death."

Is the pain of 'not being able to get what you want' more agonizing than physical pain?

Miao Tan's body began to tremble slightly, not from the cold, but from the shock of a certain defense collapsing and her heart being pierced.

An Wanxi applied slight pressure with her fingertips, almost digging into the skin of her chin: "And this last suffering is also the deepest suffering, the intense burning of the five yin."

“Form, feeling, perception, mental formations, and consciousness, the five aggregates, accumulate like a raging fire, tormenting the body and mind.”

"The humiliation, anger, despair, resentment, and even the slightest thought of seeking relief through death that you feel right now are all the bitter fire transformed from the blazing of your 'five aggregates'!"

After speaking, she released her grip, and a languid and charming smile returned to her face: "May I ask, Buddhist nun, if one dies, how can one transcend these eight sufferings and attain liberation?"

These words were like the sharpest razor, peeling away layer by layer the weakness and escapism beneath Miao Tan's apparent desire for death, exposing the bloody fears and obsessions deep within her heart that she herself was unwilling to acknowledge.

Death is not liberation, but rather bringing one's own bitter consequences into the abyss of despair.

Living is the true purgatory, a conscious endurance of the eight kinds of suffering, a slow and agonizing death.

This is more soul-crushing than any physical torture or any spiritual imprisonment.

Upon hearing this, Gu Jinzhao's gaze did not fall on the pale-faced Miao Tan, but instead turned to An Wanxi, raising an eyebrow slightly, and he quietly transmitted his voice:

"When did my daughter-in-law begin studying Buddhist scriptures, and how did she come to understand their meaning so deeply?"

It's not surprising that the ghost wife's spirit, which was suppressed in the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda in the Zen Realm, was well-versed in Buddhist teachings due to the constant influence of monks chanting scriptures.

But the An Wanxi before me, this divine soul that was imprisoned in the Demon-Suppressing Tower of the Qingyun Sect, should have never come into contact with Buddhist scriptures.

As far as he knew, the four souls of the Ghost Bride were isolated from each other due to the [Eight Desolations Demon Suppression Formation]. Not to mention sharing memories, even the transmission of thoughts was impossible.

A strange light flashed in the depths of An Wanxi's beautiful eyes, and then she explained softly, "My little husband, have you forgotten? You keep quite a few Buddhist scriptures in your room."

"The Buddhist scriptures in my room?"

Gu Jinzhao was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

This Baicaotang was originally the residence of a traveling merchant.

That traveling merchant was a book lover; wherever he went, he would buy books.

Over the years, he traveled all over the five continents of Cangyue, and his collection of books was naturally vast.

Later, the merchant passed away, and his descendants sold off their property and left Qingyun City.

Aunt Ruo bought the house, and those books became the furnishings in the study today.

This is why Gu Jinzhao's study contains everything from classics and historical texts to anecdotes, and even Buddhist and Taoist scriptures.

“Miao Nu”.

An Wanxi's soft, charming voice rang out again, interrupting Gu Jinzhao's thoughts: "What are you still standing there for? Your little husband is waiting~"

At this moment, the Buddhist nun's face was as pale as paper, as if the last bit of strength had been drained from her, and her slender hand holding the cotton towel fell limply to her side.

Under the coercion of the [Immortal Spell] and the mental pressure brought by An Wanxi's theory of the "Eight Sufferings", her gaze involuntarily shifted to the candied fruit on the jade plate by the pool.

Then she slowly turned to the man in the pool who remained silent, as if he had no connection with anything here.

The water in the warm jade pool remained warm and misty.

However, the light in Miao Tan's eyes had been frozen inch by inch, with only the wisteria flower mark on her lower abdomen shimmering faintly and dazzlingly.

Driven by the [Immortal Spell], she stretched out her trembling fingertips, picked up a candied fruit, and put it into her mouth, but she could not feel any sweetness, only endless coldness and bitterness.

She walked forward blankly, arriving in front of Gu Jinzhao. Just like An Wanxi had done before, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head slightly to slowly offer her moist, thin lips to him...

? Chapter 164, Buddha Girl’s Practice (3K)

Gu Jinzhao, still leaning against the pool wall while being kissed, lowered his gaze to meet those eyes so close to his.

That exquisitely beautiful yet pale face was so close to his eyes; he could clearly feel the coolness and softness of her thin lips.

The faint fragrance of lotus, mixed with the sweetness of candied fruit, created a wonderfully indescribable flavor, but he remained silent.

Unlike his affectionate and tender relationship with his ghost wife, he was not so intimate and lingering.

Gu Jinchao disliked Miaotan in the past because she used compassion as armor and indifference as a blade, regarding all living beings as lost lambs waiting to be saved.

In those glassy eyes, was there ever a true eye-to-eye gaze?

That was the gaze of a high and mighty god looking down upon an ant.

At this moment, the Buddhist nun became his slave, falling directly from the altar into the dust.

Gu Jinchao wanted to see what she looked like now!

Before my eyes, the Buddhist nun offering the kiss had flushed cheeks, her beautiful eyes filled with disgust, and her full breasts heaving with her rapid breathing.

Noticing the playful glint in his eyes, Miao Tan's eyelids trembled, and she subconsciously closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes and slowly pass the candied fruit across."

A soft yet cold voice suddenly rang out.

hum-

The wisteria flower mark on his lower abdomen suddenly glowed with a ghostly light.

Miao Tan had no choice but to open her eyes again, her glassy eyes forced to meet Gu Jinzhao's gaze.

Her body seemed to be drawn forward by invisible threads, leaning slightly forward to place the candied fruit between his lips.

Their movements were clumsy and stiff, as if they were being tortured.

Every time she touched Gu Jinzhao's skin, the curse power seemed to transform into a cold whip, lashing at her soul.

"call--"

The moment the candied fruit was finished, Miao Tan suddenly stepped back, panting heavily.

Her long, wet hair slid down, covering most of her bloodless face and concealing the shame, anger, and coldness that almost overflowed in her eyes.

Gu Jinzhao's Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly swallowed the half-eaten candied fruit, which was cloyingly sweet and had a faint lotus fragrance.

An Wanxi leaned lazily against the poolside, resting her chin on one hand, watching everything with a smile.

Only after Miao Tan finished feeding him for the first time did she slowly press herself against him from behind, her soft, voluptuous body covering Gu Jinzhao's back, her delicate cheek close to his ear, her breath sweet as orchids:

"My dear husband, which do you think is sweeter, the candied fruit that Miao Nu or I fed you?"

"Of course, it's the sweetness of a wife."

Gu Jinchao tilted his head slightly, feeling the warm breath by his ear and the soft pressure behind him, and said matter-of-factly.

"After eating the candied fruit, my little husband's mouth is indeed even sweeter~"

An Wanxi's lips curved into a seductive smile as she gently kissed his earlobe.

Then, she lazily raised her eyes and looked at Miao Tan: "Did you hear that, Miao Nu?"

Miao Tan lowered her eyes, as if she hadn't heard.

An Wanxi stretched out her slender fingers, pinched her chin, and forced her to raise her head: "My little husband doesn't like the candied fruit you fed him."

Do you know why I don't like it?

Miao Tan's body trembled slightly, and she remained silent as a stone.

"Because your expression is too cold and stiff, like a piece of wood."

"What they brought over wasn't candied fruit, it was clearly a piece of ice coated in sugar, what flavor could it possibly have?"

She gently lifted Miao Tan's stiff lips with her fingertip, drawing a shallow arc upwards: "If you are a female slave, you should act like a female slave."

Miao Tan smiled.

But beneath that forced curve, the coldness in his eyes had already solidified into frost, and the humiliation in his heart had almost transformed into tangible killing intent.

An Wanxi seemed completely unaware, only narrowing her captivating peach blossom eyes: "From now on, when serving your little husband, you must show this kind of smile, remember?"

Miao Tan's "smile" froze.

The coercion of the Immortal Spell left her no choice but to obey, yet the resistance in her heart made every inch of her flesh tremble.

The body and soul were torn in two, one half kneeling in submission, the other half on the verge of collapse.

An Wanxi parted her red lips slightly, her tone leaving no room for argument: "Alright, feed me one more."

Miao Tan gasped for breath, then reached out again, picked up a candied fruit from the jade dish, and put it in her mouth.

Then he slowly leaned forward and pressed his thin lips, tinged with a shimmering, watery hue, against Gu Jinzhao's lips.

It was still a cold touch, and the delivery was still awkward.

This time, however, along with the sweet candied fruit came the forced curve of her lips.

Having done all this, Miao Tan immediately withdrew.

As if all her strength had been drained, she collapsed limply at the edge of the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

A few strands of her wet, long hair clung to her face, resting on her full breasts, which were bulging out by her clothes. A few strands of her dark hair had somehow slipped between her slightly parted red lips, creating a somewhat alluring silhouette.

"It's much better than the first time."

An Wanxi leaned against Gu Jinzhao's back, resting her smooth chin on his shoulder, lazily admiring Miao Tan's humiliating posture under the coercion of the [Immortal Spell].

A forced smile, trembling hands, and a pride that was on the verge of collapse yet still stubbornly held on.

Gu Jinzhao calmly swallowed the second candied fruit, the sweetness spreading between his lips and teeth: "Still too stiff."

"We have to take it slow, after all, this is Miao Nu's first time serving a man."

An Wanxi drew circles on his chest with her jade-like fingers, smiled lightly, and said, "Her clothes are a bit too conservative."

"How about we have Da Bai'e make some thin, sheer monk's robes, paired with a bodice and silk stockings... What do you think, my little husband?"

Gu Jinzhao shook his head: "Although it's more tempting, the way she looks at people is still so repulsive."

“Is that so…” An Wanxi pondered for a moment: “Then let Da Bai’e make an ice silk eye mask to cover those eyes.”

Gu Jinchao's expression turned somewhat strange.

Is your wife's talent all in the area of ​​romance and fun?

They even thought of eye masks.

An image involuntarily flashed through his mind.

Miao Tan's eyes were covered by thin, sheer lace; her greyish-white monk's robe was as light as gauze; her legs were wrapped in hazy grey silk woven from ice silkworm silk...

It does indeed have a bit of a uniform feel to it.

While I was lost in thought, the pool water gradually cooled down.

Gu Jinzhao snapped out of his thoughts and slowly stood up: "Let's go back to our room."

Just as he was about to use his spiritual power to dry the water off his body, An Wanxi spoke first: "Miaonu, what are you still standing there for?"