Fairy, please don't do this!

Master Miaoyu's delicate body trembled slightly, and a faint blush spread across her cheeks, like peach blossoms tinged with dew. She then raised her head to meet the passionate kiss.

Her slender hands involuntarily hooked around his neck, her pale fingers digging into the fabric of his back, leaving clear finger marks.

Throughout the entire process, Miaotan stood quietly to the side, coldly observing everything.

Watching her master sit in the man's lap, their lips pressed together, her eyes showed no emotion whatsoever.

After an unknown amount of time, their lips parted.

The nun's cheeks were flushed, her soft lips were glistening with a watery sheen, and her eyes held an even stronger allure as they moved.

She rose from his embrace and sat cross-legged on a prayer mat to the side: "Your desires have been aroused, so let Miaotan serve you from now on."

Immediately, she raised her delicate hand and waved her gray gauze sleeve.

An invisible force suddenly struck the disciple who was standing quietly to the side, and Miao Tan was directly pushed into the arms of the man in front of her.

A cool, refreshing fragrance wafted over, and Gu Jinchao instinctively embraced the delicate body that had bumped into him.

Even through the thin gray gauze, you can feel the delicate coolness on your skin.

Gu Jinzhao's restlessness only intensified. He looked down at the stunningly beautiful face of the woman in his arms and couldn't help but ask, "Is it really okay?"

Miao Tan's delicate body stiffened slightly, her beautiful, glassy eyes filled with unspeakable disgust and coldness: "It's just to get rid of evil spirits, don't overthink it."

The way she looked at him as if he were filth, as an ant, instantly replaced the slight pity that had just risen in Gu Jinzhao's heart with a nameless rage.

He didn't like that look in his eyes.

A desire to tear through her cold exterior and completely conquer her spread through his heart.

He couldn't help but pinch her smooth chin and asked in a low voice, "What if I want your body? Is that alright?"

Miao Tan's expression suddenly turned cold, and she tried to push him away.

"Miaotan!"

A soft, charming voice suddenly rang out, freezing her in place.

Master Miaoyu stared coldly at Miaotan, her red lips parting slightly: "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!"

"If you want to understand the true meaning of this, you must abandon this stinking body."

“Benefactor Gu is the one who led you into the mortal world.”

Miao Tan took a deep breath and said softly, "This disciple understands."

As the Master said, to see through the true meaning of emptiness and form, one must enter the sea of ​​suffering in the mortal world, endure the tribulations amidst the taint of emotions and desires, and finally transcend them to attain Buddhahood.

Seeing this, Abbess Miaoyu finally revealed a satisfied smile: "Since your desires have been aroused, Benefactor Gu need not restrain himself. Just do as you please."

As she spoke, she took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, opened it, and with a light tap of her jade-like finger, two crystal-clear water droplets were drawn out and fell into Gu Jinzhao's mouth.

"This elixir can help you protect your spiritual altar and prevent it from being corrupted by the painted-skin female ghost."

"Thank you for your trouble, Master!"

Gu Jinzhao gave a soft hum, his gaze falling on the stunningly beautiful nun dressed in a thin monk's robe. Meeting her still disgusted gaze, he leaned in and pressed himself against her.

Chapter 291, The Blooming of the Miraculous Epiphyllum [Part 2] (3K)

The candlelight flickered, as if a lotus flower was blooming in the flames, revealing a touch of spring.

The Bodhisattva statue lowered its eyes, still displaying compassion, overlooking everything that was happening in front of the prayer cushion.

Gu Jinchao pressed Miaotan to the ground, gazing at her delicate face flushed with humiliation and anger, and said with interest, "So I am the destined one of Zen Master Miaotan?"

"You led this humble nun into the mortal world... This humble nun helped you rid yourself of evil spirits; this is merely a matter of cause and effect!"

Miao Tan bit her lower lip tightly, her brows furrowing involuntarily, revealing a hint of pain.

Her grey gauze monk's skirt was half-open, revealing large expanses of fair, smooth skin, with her full, towering breasts appearing and disappearing in the distance.

Following down her soft, rounded abdomen, her pair of taut, grey-silk-clad legs were taut, her alabaster skin beneath the gossamer-thin fabric resembling a snow lotus blooming in the mist—a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

Upon hearing this, Gu Jinzhao laughed: "So this counts as a transaction?"

Miao Tan's eyes betrayed her undisguised disgust: "You can think of it that way!"

"Since it's a mutually agreeable transaction, why is Zen Master Miaotan so resistant?"

"As if you were the one who got the short end of the stick?"

Gu Jinzhao buried his head in that slender, snowy neck and kissed it, feeling the delicate and tender skin, and the refreshing, cool fragrance.

Then, following the graceful jawline upwards, she arrived at those pale cherry-colored thin lips.

"You... Waaah!"

Miao Tan's delicate body trembled slightly. Just as she was about to say something, Gu Jinzhao suddenly lowered his head and kissed her pale cherry-colored lips.

She struggled violently, turning her head away, trying to avoid his kiss.

Gu Jinzhao tightened his arms, holding the delicate body in his embrace tightly, greedily inhaling its sweet and alluring scent.

A hint of embarrassment and annoyance flashed in Miao Tan's eyes, and she bit down hard.

"Ok?"

Gu Jinzhao groaned, and blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

However, he did not let go.

The pain and taste of blood on his lips completely ignited his anger and desire to conquer.

Gu Jinzhao suddenly raised his hand, grabbed her slender, snowy neck, and kissed her roughly.

It was as if they wanted to completely crush and devour her resistance and indifference in this way.

"Waaah..."

Miao Tan's delicate body trembled uncontrollably, her slender hands gripping his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin and leaving streaks of blood.

Master Miaoyu watched all this unfold, not only refraining from intervening, but also curving her lips into a seductive smile: "This is your tribulation, and also your destiny!"

"Instead of fighting desperately, it's better to go with the flow."

Upon hearing this, Miaotan's struggles gradually became powerless!

Her red eyes were filled with tears, and glistening tears slid down her cheeks.

She stared blankly at the man before her, letting him kiss her wantonly, her eyes filled with both unspeakable sorrow and intense hatred.

A feeling of suffocation is coming!

Gu Jinzhao reluctantly released Miao Tan's lips, met her cold gaze, and frowned slightly: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the painted skin ghost in my dream looks somewhat similar to you."

"Although her face was aloof, she exuded a captivating and alluring charm."

"She's like a fallen female Buddha who's practiced some kind of seductive magic."

As he spoke, his left arm encircled her waist, while his right hand caressed her jade-like legs encased in silk stockings, feeling their smooth warmth.

Miao Tan stared intently at him: "You're saying this humble nun is... that painted-skin female ghost??"

"I just think they look somewhat similar, I'm not saying you are!"

Gu Jinchao shook his hand, his palm sliding down her plump, silk-clad thigh, past her graceful calves, and finally grasping her delicate ankle.

Even through the thin, translucent ice-silk gray silk, one can still feel the exquisite bone structure and the warmth of the skin.

She rubbed her fingers together a few times, then took off the gray-white embroidered shoe, revealing a warm, fragrant silk foot.

The feet are beautifully shaped with elegant arches, and the five toes are as delicate as bamboo shoots, with pale pink toenails faintly visible under the thin silk.

"You...let me go!"

Miao Tan's body tensed up, and she tried to pull her feet back, but her ankles were firmly held and she couldn't move at all.

Why let go?

"The nun just said that I can do whatever I want!"

Gu Jinchao grasped the gray silk jade foot and felt its smooth, cool texture.

Because of tension and resistance, the skin on the soles of her feet was taut, like a blooming flower, tempting one to touch it.

Gu Jinzhao did indeed run into it.

His thumb pressed against the soft sole of her foot, gently massaging it through the stockings.

"Let go... Ah!"

Miao Tan's cheeks flushed, her delicate body trembled slightly, and a soft, embarrassed moan escaped her lips.

"Does Zen Master Miaotan not want to enter the sea of ​​suffering in the mortal world?"

Gu Jinzhao lifted the gray silk jade foot in his hand, and said with a half-smile.

Are you threatening me, nun?

Miao Tan's face darkened with anger. She leaned back slightly, raised her other foot, and kicked him in the cheek.

Gu Jinchao reacted quickly and grabbed it.

Then, following the same procedure, she removed her gray-white embroidered shoes, clasped her two gray silk feet together with both hands, and placed them on her left shoulder.

Only then did he continue using the medicinal catalyst to lure out the painted-skin female ghost: "How does Zen Master Miaotan cultivate himself with such a restless mind?"

Miao Tan bit her lower lip tightly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, and a deep spring-like feeling already settling between her brows: "What...is it to you!"

"Indeed, it has nothing to do with us!"

"But I'm afraid that your impetuousness will prevent you from luring out the painted-skin ghost."

Gu Jinzhao's gaze fell on the jade legs that were pressed together, and he noticed that the ice silkworm gray silk on one of the legs had cracked, so he kindly removed it.

Her exposed skin was as white as jade, gleaming alluringly in the candlelight.

Her other leg was still tightly wrapped in gray silk, revealing its curves from the rounded ankle to the rounded thigh, exuding a kind of ascetic allure.

"Shut up, you nun!"

Miao Tan's jade-like face, flushed crimson, was a mixture of shame, indignation, and humiliation. Her full breasts heaved violently, creating turbulent waves as her half-open gray gauze dress billowed out.

She suddenly raised a slender hand and, with a fierce urge, grabbed at Gu Jinzhao's cheek.

Gu Jinzhao turned his head to dodge, reached out and grabbed the slender, fair wrist, holding it firmly. He looked at the nun Miaoyu beside him and said with some impatience, "Nun, we can't continue like this!"

"Tie them up!"

Master Miaoyu rose gracefully, her grey gauze robe trailing on the ground, and walked slowly to the Buddha statue.

She then tore down the yellow curtains on both sides of the Bodhisattva statue, and then tightly bound Miaotan's hands together in a knot.

Miao Tan struggled a few times, but couldn't break free at all.

Looking at her always respected master, she saw disappointment and pain in her eyes for the first time: "Master... how could you aid and abet evil?"

Master Miaoyu merely glanced at her indifferently: "I'm doing this for your own good!"

For your own good?

These three words felt like the greatest irony, leaving Miao Tan feeling utterly hopeless: "Does doing this for my own good... mean pushing me into a fire pit?"

Master Miaoyu put her hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, you are used to being worshipped by believers and being high and mighty."

“To treat them like ants, to disregard their joys and sorrows, how is this any different from a murderer who takes lives like dirt?”

"I……"

Miao Tan's delicate body trembled violently, and the dazed look in her eyes was pierced by those words, revealing a trace of panic.

She wanted to refute, to deny, but when the words reached her lips, she found herself speechless.

Although the temple is old, it is very popular with worshippers.

As the only disciple of Master Miaoyu, she held a revered position and was worshipped by countless believers.

In her eyes, the joys and sorrows, births, aging, sickness and death of ordinary people are nothing more than tiny bubbles in the sea of ​​suffering in the mortal world, fleeting and insignificant. Why bother with them?

Is this indifference really any different in essence from that of a ruthless criminal who treats human life like dirt?

Seeing the wavering in her eyes, Master Miaoyu continued, "All of this is because your five aggregates are not empty, and your Buddhist heart is clouded."

“A monk should be free from the five aggregates, but you think you are detached, but in reality you are deeply trapped in them and cannot extricate yourself.”