[The Scandalous Affairs of the Martial Arts World] (Thirteen)

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It was just as the saying goes:
A wicked monk, devoid of loyalty,
implicates his own family; Mao Dayi, in a fit of rage, beheads the bald-headed monk. Previously, we recounted how Mao Dayi, in a fit of rage, killed Niu
Zhi to avenge his mother. However, he could no longer remain in Mingzhou Prefecture. Jin Shi had not been in contact with her family for many years, and she feared this trouble would implicate her parents. She had nowhere to go. Sai Jin Suo,
however, was a clever woman. She thought of her brother, who was a monk at Puxian Temple. Although she and her brother had recognized each other for several years,
no one knew of their relationship. If they went to Puxian Temple to seek refuge, no one would know.
The woman thought, "Although my brother's character is flawed, let's not even mention that he committed murder; I'll just say he got into some
minor trouble. If we seek refuge for a few days, he probably won't go around spreading rumors. Let's wait a while and then find another way." The four of them
then hurried to Puxian Temple to seek refuge with Sai Jin Suo's brother, the monk Huai Zheng. Mao Da put on a straw hat, half-covering his face, and
drove the donkey cart. Three women lowered the curtain and sat inside. Taking advantage of the early morning and the scarcity of travelers on the road, the four of them
arrived at their destination in just over an hour.
Sai Jinsuo, familiar with the area, instructed him to go around to the back mountain north of the temple, hide the cart in the woods, and then go to the back gate to call
Huai Zheng. Coincidentally, the incense at Puxian Temple had been weak these past few days, and few women came to fulfill their vows. The
monks in the temple, accustomed to meditative practices, couldn't live without women all night and were complaining bitterly. Huai Zheng was considered
a confidant of the abbot, and this time, following his orders, he went down the mountain to bring up a few women. Although they were all rough and simple village women,
they all had breasts and vaginas, and if they were extremely hungry, they could be used to fill their stomachs.
This wasn't Huai Zheng's first time doing this kind of job. Having landed such a cushy assignment, he happily went down the mountain early in the morning. He went to
the home of a familiar tenant farmer, telling him that the temple was holding a religious ceremony and needed a few women to do odd jobs like sweeping, washing, and cooking. The farmer, of course
, understood and went to search the surrounding area for a willing "vampire bodhisattva" to come up the mountain and offer his body, leaving his wife at home to "straighten" the monk's
testicles. These tenant farmers' wives only wanted enough to eat and stay warm, but they also knew that their bodies weren't being given away for free to
these monks. At the end of the year, they could always get some rent waived or some money and grain. Whenever the monks came down the mountain, all the women
eagerly volunteered.
The old woman, having become familiar with him, didn't say much, only chuckled, opened her clothes, revealing her two plump white breasts
for him to fondle. After playing for a while, they both became aroused. The old woman took off her lower garment, spread her legs and lay
on the kang (heated brick bed), spreading her two purplish-red, greasy, thick lips wide open, revealing a bright red opening in the middle. She inserted
a finger into each opening, tearing it open like the mouth of a cup. Although no testicles had entered, some
white vaginal fluid had already flowed out, running down her vulva and onto her anus.
This man hadn't seen a vagina for several days, and he couldn't restrain himself. Seeing such a wonderful thing, he disregarded the bright daylight, his
rock-hard testicles erect, and pounced on her, guiding the head of his testicles to the woman's vaginal opening, pressing hard inside. With a muffled thud,
they were completely inserted. As soon as he entered the warm, tight place, he began to pound wildly, his thick, dark testicles dancing rapidly.
This monk Huaizheng, with his ample endowment and strong waist, thrust his cucumber-like testicles into the village woman's vagina with a deafening sound .
Each thrust involved the tip of his penis halfway out of the opening before plunging it all the way in, rubbing heavily against the woman's plump head. The woman
's dark red vulva tightened and loosened intermittently, the tender flesh inside scraped by the edge of his glans, turning inside out with each thrust,
like a vibrant red flower of flesh.
The old woman was thoroughly enjoying his thrusting, climaxing several times in no time. Her vulva had bloomed countless
times, becoming a tangled mess. The man continued his vigorous thrusting, but outside, the laughter of women could be heard—a group of
women who had willingly gone up the mountain had gathered at the door to eavesdrop. The scoundrel laughed loudly, "Why not come in and study Buddhism with this poor monk?
"
These village women, who knew nothing of good or bad, and were all accustomed to having sex with monks on the mountain, saw the old woman in the room being
pleasured by him, their vaginas itching unbearably, so they pushed and shoved their way into the room, still laughing and joking. The bastard, however
, obediently stood guard outside the door for him.
These dozen or so women, of varying sizes, all took off their lower garments in turn, revealing their oily, wet, hairy vaginas
. For a moment, the room was filled with a fishy, pungent smell. Huai was overjoyed and hurriedly ordered the women to lie down in turn. The women, naked from the waist down,
huddled together on the kang (a heated brick bed), their legs spread, waiting for him to come up and practice the joyful meditation together. Although these rustic women were not
beautiful, their genitals varied in quality. The sight of a multitude of genitals, vibrant and colorful, created a rather peculiar scene, which
greatly aroused the man's interest. His testicles swelled even more, and when he withdrew them from the old woman's vagina, there was a loud bang, which
made everyone laugh. The old woman also smiled broadly, tore off a handkerchief, and squatted down to wipe her own
genitals.
Huai Zheng, holding his thick, black testicles, rubbed the head of his testicles against the vulvas of the women one by one. If the vulva was wet, soft, and
hot, he would thrust in and out several times. After several repetitions, he had opened all the women's vulvas. He knew exactly what to do; if
the vulva was tight and warm, he would thrust more; if it was loose and cold, he would thrust less. He played like this for an hour or so,
and seeing that it was almost noon, he finally thrust shallowly and quickly a hundred times into the vulva of a younger woman, ejaculating.
The group of lewd monks and promiscuous women wiped their vulvas and testicles, laughing and playing around. It was quite some time before they finally dressed and left in a chaotic mess
. This fellow, like a general going into battle, led a dozen or so women behind him, heads held high, smug and very proud.
Such a shameful affair could not be shown to anyone. The group went around to the back of the temple. He knocked on the back door, where monks were already
waiting eagerly. When they saw the woman being led in, they were all overjoyed and rushed out, scrambling and fighting, displaying all
sorts of ugly behavior. In an instant, more than a dozen women were divided up. Even the ugliest and most stupid ones were not without suitors. The monks took
the women they liked and returned to their meditation rooms to enjoy themselves, leaving Huaizheng alone at the door.
Feeling utterly bored, the monk shook his bald head and was about to go inside when he heard Sai Jin Suo calling his childhood name from afar. Turning around,
he saw the woman standing at the edge of the woods, waving. Overjoyed, the monk rushed forward, only to find three people standing behind his sister:
two charming women, one around thirty years old with a graceful figure, full breasts and shapely hips, but with a sorrowful expression; the other
an old acquaintance, the maid Ju Xiang; and behind them, a burly man, who appeared to be
the coachman who had brought his sister here last time.
Without thinking much, the monk secretly led the group into the temple through the back door, avoiding the other
monks along the way, intending to have a private meal later. At that moment, apart from the monks on duty in the front hall, all the other monks were engaged in...
The shameful affair continued until he reached his meditation room, but there wasn't a soul in sight. He was overjoyed, thinking
his manhood would soon be ready for some more pleasure. But upon entering the room, he heard his sister say, "This is my husband, brother. Call him Mao Da.
"
Sai Jin Suo introduced Mao Da Jin Shi to him, her words like a bolt from the blue, leaving him dizzy and disoriented.
He hadn't expected that in just a month, his sister would be betrothed and have reformed.
An ordinary family, upon hearing such news—that their own sister had reformed and entered a good family—would surely be overjoyed and full
of praise. But this bald thief was deeply unhappy. He knew he would likely never again be able to commit incest with his sister
. Leaving that aside, the loss of a source of income filled him with intense resentment.
Although Abbot Chengyi was old, he was cunning as a devil and extremely stingy. He held onto the temple's vast wealth tightly,
not allowing a single penny to slip through his fingers. Although he had won the abbot's favor with his sister's exquisitely beautiful body,
he was ultimately just an ordinary monk. His monthly stipend from the temple was not enough for him to indulge in a life of debauchery; he was like an old cat
sniffing salted fish or dried fish—forget about it. He had originally planned to take a lucrative position as the head monk, hoping to
use Sai Jinsuo's ample bosom to please the abbot and then profit from it. But alas
, this path was blocked by a bolt from the blue, leaving him utterly disappointed.
The monk, however, was cunning. His eyes darted around, but he suppressed his anger, secretly wishing he could skin and tear Mao Da to
pieces. His fat face beamed with joy, as if he were seeing his own father, showing great affection. He temporarily settled Mao Da and his family of four
in his meditation room, personally fetching some vegetarian food and coaxing Jin Shi into eating some rice and water.
Sai Jin Suo told Huai Zheng that she had offended a powerful person over a trivial matter and, fearing retaliation, had sought refuge here for a
few days, intending to return once the situation calmed down. The monk, however, was a shrewd man. He couldn't help but believe it, secretly thinking
, "My sister is incredibly bold and clever. Why would she make such a fuss over such a trivial matter? She
must have gotten into some terrible trouble to come here to hide. It's not that easy. I'll keep an eye on things and
investigate before making a decision."
He sneered inwardly, thinking that the two places were only half a day's journey apart, and secretly instructed a novice monk to quickly go to Mingzhou
Prefecture to investigate and see if anything serious had happened.
Sai Jin Suo, usually meticulous and thorough in her work, had misjudged this time. She never expected her own
brother to have such wicked thoughts.
Meanwhile, Qian Biao, having suffered a severe injury to his genitals earlier, and due to delayed treatment, suffered from erectile dysfunction. When he tried to have sex with his wife
, nine times out of ten they couldn't achieve results, and even the last time, he couldn't last long, inevitably incurring her scolding and reprimand. He
was a man who valued his reputation above all else, but he repeatedly lost face in bed, and over time he lost interest in sex. In reality, however, he
remained lustful. A few days ago, Fang Dacheng of the Weiyuan Escort Agency sent several
maids along with their indentures. He thought they were just lowly maids for him to use at will. They all looked to be about ten years old, but each had skin as white as snow, bright
eyes and white teeth, and were all rare beauties. They were clearly carefully groomed Yangzhou "slender horses."
Strangely enough, when he saw those women who had been deflowered for a long time, no matter how beautiful or alluring they were, their penises
would not be able to stay erect. But when he saw these girls who had never experienced sex, he was quite aroused, and his penis
remained erect for quite some time. He was overjoyed and chose a young girl, stripped her naked, and, ignoring her soft cries, deflowered
her. His hard penis fought for more than three hundred rounds, a rare and prolonged battle.
Although this girl had never experienced sex, she had been trained for several years and knew very well how to please him. She endured
the pain of her newly opened vagina, acted coquettishly, and praised him as if he were a reincarnation of Cao Cao. He was so happy that he stroked his beard and laughed, and his virility was greatly enhanced. He even summoned the other girls and, with his remaining strength, 　　opened
the hairless little vaginas of several women one by one .
Although he hadn't taken more than a hundred jiao from each woman, he was extremely happy, feeling that there was no greater joy in life
.
He hadn't felt so carefree and joyful in over a decade. Fearing his wife's displeasure, he settled the girls in
the outer residence and stayed there for several nights without returning home. That morning, he was handling some official documents in the government office.
Having tasted the sweetness of success, he wasn't satisfied and chose a pretty maidservant, disguising her as a servant girl and bringing her into the office, claiming she was his
page to grind ink for him. Little did he know, she wasn't grinding ink at all, but rather grinding testicles.
Qian Biao sat in a chair, holding an official document in one hand and stroking his few strands of black beard with the other, shaking his head and swaying his body,
seemingly engrossed in reading the document—a picture of diligent officialdom. The little girl knelt beneath the table, extending her two
small, pink and white hands. With her delicate, slender fingers, she gently grasped the thick, black testicles in the man's crotch.
Parting her lips slightly, she extended her soft, fragrant tongue, licking every inch of his testicles, leaving no stone unturned
. Ignoring the stench, she meticulously scraped along the grooves, her tongue constantly probing and twisting at the urethral opening. In the time it takes for an incense stick to
burn, the black testicles had already swelled, throbbing in the girl's hand.
Qian Biao, pleased with himself, coughed lightly. The little girl understood, turning around and raising her small buttocks high
, her hairless, tender vulva positioned precisely above the man's testicles. This little girl was still very young,
her body not yet fully developed, and her vulva was extremely narrow. How could such a large penis be easily inserted?
Even the slightest pressure elicited soft cries of pleading, unable to bear it. Qian Biao, usually ruthless and cruel, felt a pang of pity.
He didn't force her, but instead held a book in one hand and supported his penis with the other, gently rubbing it up and down at the girl's vulva. After quite
some time, when the opening was thoroughly wet, he slowly forced it in.
This ten-year-old girl, experiencing her first sexual encounter, was different from ordinary women. As soon as his penis entered her vulva, he felt its
smooth, tight surface. While not as hot as a woman's vulva, it was warm and moist like jade. With a slight thrust, the
tender flesh inside scraped against his glans, sending shivers of pleasure through him. He felt pleasure, and his penis opened wide,
stretching the girl's small vulva almost to the point of tearing it apart, reaching the size of a goose egg.
The girl's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she kept pleading softly, like a little lamb bleating, which only
aroused him more. His large testicles became even harder, harder than they had been in over a decade. With just this
gentle thrusting, in no time, half of his testicles slid into that delicate vulva, already at the very bottom, the tip dead.
He pressed it firmly against the fat head, unable to insert even a fraction more.
Though he had only inserted half of his testicle, it felt as if it were completely wrapped around the root. It was as if that half of his testicle
was tightly bound by a jade sheath as if it were made of mutton fat. With a slight tug, the little girl's small body seemed to be pulled as well,
which was extremely amusing. He could no longer restrain himself, and with a shake of his black testicle, he thrust upwards with all his might. A delicate cry was heard, and
half of the little girl's body was lifted up by his testicle.
The girl felt as if her vagina was being pierced by his sudden thrust, but she could not bear it and could only
gasp and beg for mercy. This fellow had never been so vigorous before. He was secretly pleased with himself, stroking his beard and laughing, "This is what they call 'the golden spear seducing the beauty ,
' you say I won't let you off the hook?"
He was overjoyed and no longer cared about appearances. He put down the official documents in his hand and placed his hands on the girl's small buttocks.
Those two fleshy mounds were white and soft, just the right size to hold in his palm, incredibly tender. He admired them for a while,
becoming increasingly fond of them. A fire raged in his lower abdomen, his testicles throbbed painfully.
He no longer cared about moving gently and began to vigorously thrust up and down the girl's two white, tender buttocks. He was strong and powerful, while the girl was small and
light as a feather, making it effortless for him.
The young girl, her body still attached to the ground, was barely able to withstand such rough treatment. He made her feel both pain and pleasure, her body
weak and limp, utterly powerless. Before long, her eyes rolled back, and she fell silent, letting him
thrust wildly into her young vulva. Qian Biao thrust in and out over three hundred times, finally unable to restrain himself. With a low growl, he released his semen,
his testicles trembling wildly inside her, gushing out seven or eight streams of thick semen. Having enjoyed himself, he released the girl,
but she dared not let go. She stuck out her small bottom, standing on tiptoe, still holding his testicles inside her vagina.
After a while, when the testicles softened and shrank, slipping out of her vagina on their own, her legs gave way, and she sat down cross-legged to
rest.
Seeing that his prowess was far superior to usual today, Qian Biao was overjoyed. The little girl rested for a moment, regaining a
bit of strength, then turned around, squatted under the table, and, ignoring the unbearable stench, took the sticky, limp
black testicle in her mouth, carefully licking it clean. After licking for only a few moments, the man felt his penis twitch
slightly a few times, and a warmth seemed to emanate from his lower abdomen. He secretly rejoiced, thinking, "Could it be that I'm going to have a second round today?
It's still early, should I do it again?"
Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a loud knocking on the outer door. Startled, the warmth instantly vanished.
Displeased, he coughed softly, but the little girl, quick as a flash, had already straightened his lower garment, curled up into a ball
, and hid under the table. He straightened his clothes, paced slowly, and opened the door, only to find his steward stumbling
in. Qian Biao was displeased and cursed, "You ill-mannered wretch!" But then he saw the steward was covered in sweat,
his face deathly pale, and unable to speak, groaning and fussing for a long time. A sense of foreboding crept in, but he didn't know what had
happened. After repeated questioning, the steward finally stammered, "Young Master and Madam were murdered in bed by a thief!
"
Upon hearing this devastating news, Qian Biao was struck dumb, his head spinning. It took him a long time to recover
, but then a surge of malice arose within him. He kicked the steward half to death, leaving him unconscious on the ground
. This fellow hurriedly left the courtyard, mounted his horse, and galloped wildly through the street. He paid no heed to the fact that it was early morning market time, and
the streets were teeming with pedestrians. He knocked over countless people along the way. Upon returning home, he went straight to the inner quarters, and as expected, found the two men
dead in such a gruesome state. Although their heads had been severed, their bodies were still clearly recognizable as his wife and his beloved nephew.
A short while later, their heads were pulled from the latrine. Although they were washed several times with clean water, they had been soaking in the latrine
overnight, their orifices filled with excrement and maggots, and they were still reeking of foul odors. He had no choice but to place them far away
.
The man flew into a rage and ordered the servants to separate the two corpses. But the woman was already stiff with death; her
tight, lifeless vagina had clamped down on the man's testicles. At the moment of his death, his testicles had swelled up, like a thick,
long gourd, filling the woman's vagina completely. The base of his testicles was locked by the vaginal band, preventing blood flow,
making them as hard as iron. It should be known that a man's penis is thick at the head and thin at the base, while a woman's vagina is wider inside and narrower outside.
With such a perfect fit, it was like two dogs bound together—impossible to pull them apart.
Qian Biao, always concerned with his reputation, knew that many servants were watching this spectacle with amusement. Enraged
, he disregarded his dignity, grabbed his whip, and lashed each of his strong servants several times over. The servants, suffering this
undeserved calamity, raged and shouted in unison, managing to pull the two apart with all their might. But then, with a muffled thud
, the woman's vulva opened wide, like a purple flower blooming, and her uterus was pulled out, fitting snugly against
Niu Zhi's dark, shiny testicles, twitching.
The people in the room looked at each other, speechless for a moment. The servants, finding the scene utterly absurd,
were secretly amused, but none dared to laugh out loud; they all blushed and struggled to suppress their laughter. Unexpectedly
, after a short while, a series of gurgling sounds came from the woman's anus. It turned out that the previous movements had disturbed
the remaining gas in her abdomen, and the few pieces of seaweed stuck in her intestines, covered in runny feces, were coming out one after
another. Qian Biao slammed the door shut and left, trying to calm himself down. He wanted to analyze the situation carefully, but he was completely clueless.
Although he usually didn't concern himself with Niu Zhi's sordid affairs, he knew that his nephew was a scoundrel, a
villain who had committed countless evil deeds, and that he had probably harmed at least a thousand, if not eight hundred. He racked his brains but couldn't find
a solution, so he gave a strict order: all servants in the mansion were forbidden to speak of this matter, and the two men were only to be reported as having died of a sudden illness.
But how could these servants possibly keep quiet? He'd barely left his house when the whole of Mingzhou Prefecture was abuzz with the news.
Everyone knew that Niu Zhi had been beheaded while having sex with his own aunt, and that even in death, his testicles were locked
together, and seven or eight strong men couldn't pull them out. In the entire prefecture of Mingzhou, every teahouse
, tavern, brothel, and other establishment was talking about it. Some of the more outspoken ones gesticulated wildly, describing it
as if they'd witnessed it themselves. While alive, Niu Zhi was a universally despised scoundrel; now
that he was dead, his death was being portrayed as incredibly gruesome, which was truly gratifying.
Qian Biao, in charge of the investigation, couldn't silence the gossip.
Furious and frustrated, he waited until the afternoon, then, in a fit of rage, dispatched his men to arrest and torture anyone who had ever clashed with Niu Zhi.
He also secretly offered a reward of five hundred taels of silver, never suspecting the insignificant Mao Da.
On the day Niu Zhi harassed Jin Shi, none of the thugs accompanying him recognized Jin Shi or Mao Da. Besides
, Niu Zhi was known for harassing women; who would suspect Mao Da?
Indeed, if Mao Da's family had simply stayed home and acted as if nothing had happened, what harm would it have done?
Why did they have to provoke a villain like Huai Zheng? The monk Huaizheng learned of this news before nightfall. After pondering
for a while, he thought to himself, "This Mao Da must be the murderer. This scoundrel stole my sister, committed such a heinous
crime, and now he wants to hide here to avoid trouble. How can he be so unreasonable? This time, I will definitely teach him a lesson." He just sneered
and went to find Abbot Chengyi.
The fellow recounted the day's events in detail to the abbot, adding, "The abbot and that Constable Qian are on good terms. If
we capture this man, Constable Qian will surely reward us handsomely."
Chengyi's eyes lit up upon hearing this, but he shook his head, saying, "This villain can scale walls and kill people like chickens;
he must be quite skilled. If things don't go well, we might lose our lives."
Huaizheng sneered inwardly, but said, "I've heard that villain is just a cart driver with some strength
. How could he possibly defeat us Buddhist disciples? The abbot only needs a few of us; we can definitely capture him."
The old monk remained hesitant, but Huaizheng remained calm and composed, smiling. That scoundrel has a mother named Jin, who
is beautiful and has a stunning figure, no less alluring than my sister. If this succeeds, Jin and
my sister will have nowhere else to go but to stay here. If they are fortunate enough to spend the rest of their lives meditating and worshipping
Buddha with our master, it would be a wonderful union.
His combination of lust and profit greatly tempted Chengyi. After a moment's thought, he beckoned Chengyi to come closer, leaned close to his ear,
and whispered, "You can handle this alone. Don't let anyone else know. If you succeed, I'll reward you with a purchasing
post and two hundred taels of silver." He then took out a small porcelain bottle, saying, "This is a secret Buddhist medicine, colorless and odorless.
Just put it in your food."
Huaizheng was overjoyed, took the bottle, put it in his pocket, and went out the door.
Now, let's talk about Mao Da. Though he appeared rough and boorish, he possessed a shrewd mind. Originally a driver, he carried
passengers from all corners of the country, encountering all sorts of people daily. He was no longer the impetuous youth he once was. Upon seeing
Huai Zheng that day, he felt a sense of displeasure. He found the man fat and greasy-faced, bearing no resemblance whatsoever to a Buddhist disciple.
Moreover, seeing the shifty look in Huai Zheng's eyes, as if he harbored a guilty conscience, he became suspicious. He stayed in the room for half a day.
Seeing that dusk was approaching, and Huai Zheng still hadn't sent anyone to bring food, he said, "This is a sacred Buddhist place;
it's inconvenient for women to move around. Just wait in the room. I'll go out and fetch some food."
He pushed open the door and went out, not knowing where to look for Huai Zheng. He saw Huai Zheng emerge from a distant meditation room, turning his back to the wall and walking
to one side, but he couldn't find him. Mao Da was about to go up and greet him, but seeing the monk's furtive behavior, he became
suspicious. He followed him at a distance, winding his way through several turns, until he saw the monk enter a room and, a moment later, return with a large
plate of food—mostly rice porridge and pickled vegetables—which he held carefully in his arms.
Mao Da chuckled inwardly, "This thieving bald man, so he went to get food. What a thief! And so stingy
, even with such cheap food." He was separated from the monk by the corridor, so the monk couldn't see him. Just
as he was about to approach and greet him, the monk, with his shifty eyes, looked around and, seeing no one nearby, hurriedly disappeared
into a secluded corner.
Mao Da immediately abandoned the idea of going up, knowing the fellow's behavior was strange and there must be something fishy going on.
He went around to the side, not daring to approach, only watching from a distance, though he could vaguely make out some movements in the shadows.
It would have been better not to look, but once he did, Mao was so angry that the veins on his neck bulged, and he felt like his three corpses were jumping up and down, wanting to rush up
and finish off this bastard. He saw it clearly: the man took out a bottle of something, sprinkled it into the food, and
stirred it carefully. Mao Da was furious, knowing that what the man had put in was definitely not good; he was clearly trying to
harm him and his party of four. He was about to confront him, but then he thought, "If I go now, I'll have no
proof, and he can deny it. If he calls for help, I'll be outnumbered. It's not good. I'd better go back and
discuss it with my wife."
Mao Da hurried back to his room and told Sai Jin Suo what had happened. The woman was terrified, overwhelmed with grief and sorrow,
saying, "He and I are siblings! How could he do such a thing? He's truly heartless!" The woman was furious
and flustered. Jin Suo couldn't bear it and said, "My son, don't be mistaken and frame an innocent person."
Mao Da angrily said, "..." " I saw it clearly just now. When he comes in, the three of you shouldn't eat yet. I'll ask him
to eat with us. If he agrees, then so be it; if he makes excuses, he must have something to hide."
Sai Jin Suo said, "That's exactly right." She felt slightly relieved, and after a moment's thought, she pieced together
seven or eight parts of the story. She said, "My brother has been lazy and gluttonous since childhood, and he's never been bad at petty theft. I knew he
was a heartless person, but I only came to him because I had nowhere else to go. I was truly wrong this time. So be it! We've been separated for over
ten years, and our feelings for each other have long since faded. I haven't mistreated him these past two years. When you make your move, my lord, don't hold back
. Just do it freely, just don't alert anyone outside."
The woman said bitterly, "..." " We must interrogate him thoroughly. If it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, that's fine. But I'm afraid he knows about last night
's events and wants to take us away for a reward."
The four discussed this and waited patiently in their room for him to come. A moment later, they heard him knocking at the door. Mao Da
opened the door, grinning as he took the food tray, saying, "Brother, you must be tired. Why don't you come in and eat with us?
"
Huai Zheng declined, saying he had already eaten dinner. Sai Jin Suo got up and went to the room, closing the door behind him, and said with a smile, "Brother ..."i=63> It's been a long time, so let's not rush off. We're all family, and it's been so long since we ate together. No matter how little, let's eat 　　something and catch up on family matters.

Huai Zheng inwardly groaned, saying, "I really have something to do. You all eat first, I'll come back to chat with you later.
"
Mao Da, however, grabbed the monk's wrist. His arm was thick and strong, like cast iron. This monk was just a
good-for-nothing; with his wrist held, he felt half his body go weak. Seeing Mao Da's ferocity, he felt a little intimidated and said
, "Speak properly, don't touch me. This humble monk has some things to do. Let me out, I'll definitely be
back later."
Mao Da placed the food tray on the table and laughed, "I'm afraid we'll all be fast asleep later, how can we chat?
"
Huai Zheng's face changed drastically, his fat face covered in oily sweat, and he trembled, saying, "What kind of nonsense is this? I've
been treating you to good food and drink, how can you say such awkward things?"
Mao Da laughed, "Drink a bowl of porridge, and I'll let you out." He picked up the bowl of porridge and tried to
feed it to the monk, but Huai Zheng refused, shaking his head and resisting.
Mao, enraged, shouted, "You wicked bald man, don't force me to use my methods! Will you eat or not?" He pulled out a sharp blade and held it
to the monk's fat neck.
Huai Zheng was terrified, realizing he had been exposed. His legs went weak, and he was filled with remorse. He looked pleadingly at Sai Jin Suo,
saying, "Good sister. Please plead for me, don't frighten your brother."
The woman simply turned her head away, refusing to look at him.
Mao exerted a little force, and the blade sliced through the monk's oily skin. The monk was terrified; his trousers loosened, and urine flowed
out, trickling down for a long time until his lower garments were completely soaked.
Huai Zheng's mind raced. He thought to himself, "Since things have already failed, if I tell the truth, this villain will definitely not forgive me.
I might as well pin it all on that old bald monk." He hurriedly said, "Hero, spare me! It was all that abbot who forced me. He was
lustful, and I had no choice."
Mao Da was furious and was about to kill the scoundrel when Sai Jin Suo stopped him, saying, "Go outside and scout ahead. This
place is not safe to stay in. The three of us should pack up first. If he only acted on impulse, it's fine. But I'm afraid he'll send someone
to report."
Mao Da found out where the abbot was, then tied Huai Zheng up tightly. To prevent him from shouting, he stuffed a rag in his mouth.
Seeing that it was getting dark, he quietly sneaked to the outside of Abbot Cheng Yi's meditation room. Chengyi was usually very strict with his subordinates,
forbidding any monks from approaching his meditation room at night, so he could indulge himself with women
. Unexpectedly, today he had fallen into the hands of Mao Da, the very man who had sent him to his death.
Mao Da, crouching outside the window, faintly heard the lewd sounds coming from inside and thought, "That old bald monk is truly no
good."
It turned out that Chengyi had been seduced by Huaizheng and had developed lewd thoughts. Although he was old, his manhood was restless.
After a hasty dinner, he kept thinking about Jin's appearance, and his mind was filled with lust.
He had ordered someone to bring a woman to quell his anger.
This woman was the one he had summoned today for sexual intercourse. This kind of crude and foolish village woman knew nothing of shame; she only knew that
getting a monk into her might exempt her from some land rent. She stripped naked as soon as she entered, spread her oily, black mouth, and lay
on the couch, waiting for him to come and pound her. Her two thick, black fingers, like radishes, were making a scraping sound as they dug into her anus.
He would normally never have been interested in such a rustic woman, but seeing her rough, dark complexion, her face like the bottom of a pot, her nose
like a garlic bulb, her eyebrows like two brooms, and her blood-red mouth, he felt even more nauseous. However, his testicles were aroused
, and he couldn't suppress his desire. He also noticed that her breasts were quite nice, plump and round, with
purplish-red nipples, which aroused him somewhat. He lifted his monk's robe, said "Amitabha," and then, with his small monk erect, moved
closer.
This woman was quite the warrior in bed; her vulva was oily and black. Just as Chengyi brought his testicles to her opening,
she thrust her hips forward, opening her vulva, and completely shoved his testicles inside. Cheng Yi let out a soft "hmm," secretly praising
the woman's vagina, which was both hot and tight, gripping his penis tightly, as if he were stroking it with his hand.
The old bald man, aroused, grabbed one of her plump breasts and kneaded it incessantly, while his waist moved incessantly, thrusting his old
testicles rapidly into her vagina. In no time, he drew out a lot of vaginal fluid and semen, smearing
a white patch at their point of contact, the sound of water deafening. The woman, never expecting the old monk to be so vigorous, was thoroughly enjoying
the pleasure, screaming like a pig being slaughtered, her mouth emitting a continuous cacophony of sounds that only fueled the monk's
arousal, making him even more ferocious.
The two fought fiercely for half an hour. Cheng Yi was drenched in sweat and panting heavily, but he was unwilling to give up his pleasure.
He continued to thrust on the woman's plump body like a pig rooting for food. The woman had already lost her virginity once, and
a lot of fluid flowed from her vagina, making the bed a mess.After the woman climaxed, her vagina was sticky and slippery, making thrusting
somewhat uncomfortable. Chengyi laughed, "My dear, there's so much juice in your cunt, it's always slippery when I thrust,
what should I do?"
The woman retorted, "I have such a beautiful cunt, and you've been using it for so long, and all you say is this? You have no
conscience!" She then tore off a handkerchief and threw it to the monk, saying, "If there's too much water, just wipe it off."
The monk wrapped the handkerchief around his hand, took out his testicles, wiped the sticky saliva off them, and then wiped the woman's vulva
for a long time. The woman panted, "There's so much water inside, let's wipe it off anyway." She forcefully opened her vaginal opening, and the monk, with just
a slight thrust, managed to insert his entire palm inside.
Chengyi exclaimed how amusing it was, stuffing his hand into her vagina and rummaging around wildly. He then grabbed the woman's uterus and tugged at it.
The woman cried out in pleasure, and soon she climaxed twice, her fat head spurting out a dozen streams of hot fluid, which poured onto his hand and
soaked his handkerchief. Seeing the woman's wantonness, Chengyi's interest was aroused, and his testicles swelled even harder. He grabbed the handkerchief
and scraped some of the fluid from the woman's vagina, then impatiently thrust into her, pumping rapidly. His testicles slammed against
her fat head, causing the woman to cry out for mercy.
The monk, enjoying himself immensely, chuckled to himself, "Tomorrow, I'll make that Jin woman beg for mercy like this too." Just
then, Mao Da, standing outside the window, overheard everything. Unable to contain himself any longer, he grabbed a sharp knife, lifted the curtain, and leaped
in, shouting, "You damned bald thief, prepare to die!"
The monk, caught up in his merriment, was suddenly struck by misfortune. Panicked, he didn't know where the strength came from, but he somehow managed to grab the hundred-pound...
The heavy woman pulled, ignoring the fact that the man's testicles were still being pleasured inside her, and pushed the woman over.
Mao Da couldn't stop his knife in time, and it pierced one of the woman's plump, trembling breasts, then plunged into her heart,
killing her instantly. The woman, who was enjoying the penetration, was suddenly struck by this knife; her vaginal opening tightened, gripping the monk's testicles tightly.
The bald thief had intended to use the woman to escape, but his testicles were locked by her vaginal opening, and he couldn't pull them out. The woman's large , plump
body pulled him down, and he rolled on the bed.
Cheng Yi knew something was wrong; the villain must have come looking for him. He cried out in a trembling voice, "Huai Zheng has ruined me! It was all
Huai Zheng's doing! Please, have mercy!"
Mao Da didn't give him a chance to say more; with a single stroke, he cleaved the bald man in two, instantly killing him. The monk's body convulsed. He had been copulating for a long time before his death, and
his pent-up semen suddenly gushed out. His testicles
bounced dozens of times inside the woman's vagina, and his semen flowed like a spring, all of it leaking into her vaginal cavity. The woman's vaginal opening was locked, and
the skin and flesh at the junction of her testicles were stuck together, allowing no leakage. The woman's lower abdomen gradually swelled, while Huai Zheng
looked withered and emaciated. If it weren't for his split head, one would have thought he had died from exhaustion.
Mao Da sheathed his blade and returned to Huai Zheng, briefly recounting the incident. Jin Shi was horrified, her face turning deathly pale,
unable to speak. Sai Jin Suo, however, was a perceptive woman. After a moment's thought, she called Mao Da over and
whispered something in his ear, only to hear him clapping and cheering.
Mao Da picked up Huai Zheng, who, though cunning, was cowardly and already limp on the ground like a dead dog, his
body trembling uncontrollably. Mao Da pried open his mouth and forced down half a bowl of rice porridge. The drug's effects didn't
take hold immediately, and the monk only felt slightly dizzy and unsteady on his feet. Mao Da, impatient to support him, carried him under his arm and sneaked to the
abbot's meditation room. As soon as he entered, seeing the bloody scene inside, Huai Zheng's eyes rolled back, and he fainted,
saving Mao Da a lot of trouble.
Mao Da stripped Huai Zheng naked, dipped a rag in the filth from the bed, and wiped it on Huai Zheng's testicles. He then took a
bronze oil lamp and struck Huai Zheng's bald head hard, causing it to bleed profusely, but it didn't kill him. He then placed Huai Zheng
next to the two corpses and put the knife in his hand. After carefully arranging everything, locking the door from the inside,
and leaping out of the window, she meticulously wiped away the mud and grime from the windowsill before calmly departing.
Sai Jinsuo was already familiar with the area, and the group left through the temple's back gate under the cover of night, without disturbing
the monks. After traveling several miles, the woman finally breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "Whether he sent word or not,
we can't return to Mingzhou Prefecture for now. We can only take it one step at a time." The group chose a mountain path, the journey quite arduous, but fortunately
the donkey cart was sturdy, and Mao Da was strong. They traveled all night, and as dawn broke, they saw an inn by the roadside
.
Leaving aside Mao Da and his group, let's turn to Huai Zheng. The next morning, the young novice monk who came to serve Cheng Yi had just approached
the door when he smelled a strong stench of blood from inside. He screamed in terror, and within moments, dozens of monks had gathered.
The monks pounded on the door for a long time, but received no response from the abbot. Realizing something was wrong, they broke down the door. Seeing the scene, they all
shouted in anger and splashed water on Huai Zheng to wake him up. They wouldn't allow him to explain, claiming that he had fought with the abbot over a woman and killed him.
The monks knew that such a shameful matter must not be revealed, so they reported that the abbot had died suddenly from an illness. Fearing it might be some kind of epidemic, the temple
hastily cremated him. Ironically, separating Cheng Yi's body from the village woman
took considerable effort from the monks. As Cheng Yi's dead testicle was withdrawn from the woman's vagina, a loud splashing sound was heard. The monks
were shocked, for it was as if a spring had gushed forth from the woman's vagina, shooting out several feet—all the semen that had been released the previous night. The
spray splattered the monks, soaking them for half an incense stick's time, leaving the ground completely wet and
nowhere to step.
After Cheng Yi's funeral, Huai Zheng was gagged by the monks and beaten to death with clubs. His body was left in the back mountains
to be eaten by wild animals. Sai Jin Suo couldn't bear to kill him, but he still didn't meet a good end; it was a fitting retribution
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