A charming young nun, a playboy, turned a Zen temple into a sanctuary of desire.

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During the Zhengde era of the Ming Dynasty, in Fuzhou Prefecture, Fujian Province, lived a wealthy man named Lin. His family owned hundreds of acres of fertile land along the Min River. He also secretly partnered with other wealthy merchants to operate a fleet of ships in the South Seas, engaging in various smuggling businesses. With his extensive connections and influence, the old man amassed a fortune of immense wealth in this small border region over several decades, becoming a veritable tyrant.
Approaching fifty, his second wife had just given birth to a son, whom he doted on immensely from a young age. This son was exceptionally intelligent, passing the imperial examination at the young age of fourteen and achieving the rank of Xiucai (a scholar who passed the lowest level of the imperial examinations
). Before reaching adulthood, he passed the provincial examination, a feat aided by his father's connections in officialdom, but also due to young Master Lin's innate talent. Upon reaching adulthood, his tutor formally named him Lin Deyi, courtesy name Zixuan.
Originally, all relatives and friends hoped that Zixuan would continue to strive for academic success and bring honor to the family. However, for some unknown reason, he stopped studying diligently and began to wander aimlessly, indulging in pleasure. Old Master Lin repeatedly scolded him, but Zixuan accepted the reprimands without complaint, remaining unrepentant, and his academic pursuits were thus delayed.
Before long, Zixuan was twenty-four, still as dissolute and decadent as ever.
In Fuzhou Prefecture over the years, he had affairs with every beautiful woman—whether from a wealthy family, a modest one, or even other men's wives and courtesans—leaving no stone unturned. Relying on his powerful family, no one dared to offend him, and his own dashing and distinguished appearance, he continued his pursuits.
On this day, Zixuan suddenly felt inspired and went out for a spring outing. Fujian is known for its many mountains and temples; monks and nuns often build monasteries atop high mountains, attracting devout believers every year who climb to pray and offer incense. Zixuan, feeling extremely bored, decided to join them on this fifth day of the month to climb the mountain and approach a temple.
Gushan Mountain, with its numerous temples and inscriptions by scholars throughout history, has always been a scenic spot, and Zixuan often visited.
However, he had never been to the deepest part of the mountain peak. He had heard of a small monastery there, somewhat dilapidated but still frequented by worshippers.
Young and strong, Zixuan followed a path used for gathering firewood and soon arrived at the monastery. The gate was ajar, and it appeared quite small. The monastery was named Nanfeng (South Peak
). Along the way, there was almost no one around; it seemed only extremely devout believers would climb to this height.
Pushing open the door, one sees a small hall inscribed with "Mahavira Hall," though the gold paint has peeled off. On either side are meditation rooms, suggesting several nuns reside there. Behind the nunnery is a vegetable garden, likely cultivated by the nuns to supplement their income from offerings.
Entering the hall directly, one finds only a few prayer cushions on the floor for kneeling and praying. Beside the lamps, a nun is adding oil.
Zixuan approaches quietly, unnoticed by the nun; it's not the first or fifteenth of the month, so few people come.
Zixuan stood about three zhang behind the nun, observing her closely. Although she wore a grey monk's robe, her slender figure was faintly visible. Her neck was fair and delicate, suggesting she spent years meditating indoors without physical labor. This woman was likely the abbess of the nunnery, but she was quite young. Her small ears were like jade, and her profile was faintly visible. She had a pointed chin, willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, and a delicate nose—definitely a beauty.
Zixuan couldn't help but softly call out, "Little nun, do you have incense and candles?"
The little nun was startled and turned around, only to see a handsome young man dressed in silk, holding a folding fan, his hair tied back with a turban, and a gentle expression.
Rarely seeing a young man, she couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.
Zixuan had a plan in mind, but he didn't show it on his face, remaining gentle and refined. He softly called out again, "Little Master?"
The little nun snapped out of her daze, her face flushed. She had been momentarily stunned by the sight of such a handsome young man; it was the first time she had ever met one. To hide her embarrassment, the little nun quickly turned around, took some incense sticks, and handed them over. "Benefactor..."
Her voice was soft, but it was clear she was a gentle woman. Zixuan, a seasoned expert in such matters, immediately knew that this woman was definitely naive. Coming to this remote little nunnery was a good thing.
"Thank you, Little Master." Zixuan took the incense sticks, lit them before the Buddha lamp, and then took out a ten-tael silver ingot of excellent quality from his sleeve and put it into the donation box.
The little nun had never seen such a wealthy and generous person. Ten taels of silver was enough for the nunnery's expenses for several months. Usually, on the first and fifteenth of the month, hundreds of believers would come, but the incense offerings would only amount to a few hundred coins. However, although her eyes showed surprise, the little nun felt no greed.
Zixuan, however, was secretly calculating in his heart. This woman must have been practicing asceticism for many years, and the believers who came here must mostly be simple and honest, making her much more difficult to win over than the promiscuous nuns in those temples he had encountered before.
Perhaps he should take a slow and steady approach, winning her over with affection. This young girl had never seen the various pursuit methods of young men; he was determined to win her over.
"May I ask how you should address me, little nun?" Zixuan asked casually, then knelt down before the Buddha with a devout expression and prayed.
The little nun stood to the side and replied
, "This humble nun is Miaoyi." After bowing sincerely several times, Zixuan responded, "In that case, I should address you as Little Master Miaoyi."
Miaoyi blushed slightly, "I dare not, you can simply call me this humble nun Miaoyi."
Zixuan smiled and replied, "Then Miaoyi need not address me so formally. Although this is my first time visiting this place, it is fate. My name is Lin Zixuan, you may simply call me Zixuan."
"I dare not." Miaoyi knew that this young master was definitely a wealthy person.
Zixuan said no more, closed his eyes and pretended to pray sincerely, but he prayed for quite a while.
Miaoyi stood to the side, very curious. After Zixuan opened his eyes and went up to offer incense, she couldn't help but ask, "Young master, are you praying so sincerely because you are seeking fame and fortune?" Miaoyi had also met some young men who went to offer incense everywhere and eventually even came to this small temple on the mountaintop, all for the sake of seeking fame and fortune.
Zixuan smiled and said, "No, I'm praying for my father's health."
Miaoyi thought of her master working in the fields and felt a deep sense of sympathy. She liked Zixuan even more and praised, "Young master, your filial piety is truly admirable. You will surely pass the provincial examination next year."
Zixuan smiled, with a hint of self-deprecation, "Miaoyi, you flatter me. However, I passed the provincial examination several years ago, but I felt my knowledge was shallow and my experience insufficient, so I didn't go to the capital for the metropolitan examination. I'm quite ashamed of this delay."
Miaoyi was surprised. Zixuan was only in his early twenties, not much older than her, yet he had passed the provincial examination several years ago. He was truly remarkable.
You must know that after passing the provincial examination, even if one only holds an official position in the household, although it is of the eighth or ninth rank, it is still very different from the status of an ordinary scholar. If one goes to the capital and passes the metropolitan examination, then one's status is equivalent to that of the master of this household.
Miaoyi's expression towards Zixuan immediately changed. A handsome and talented man with a bright future and fame would naturally attract the opposite sex.
Zixuan walked out of the Buddhist hall, and Miaoyi followed him out to accompany him. Reaching a spacious area outside the temple, Zixuan said, "This place, located atop a mountain, is indeed a rare and tranquil haven. I wonder which eminent monk founded it?"
Miaoyi replied with a touch of pride, "This temple was built over four hundred years ago. Our ancestor was Master Huian, a disciple of the Ninth Patriarch of Tiantai, Zhanran. She came here to build a hermitage for quiet cultivation. After several generations, she helped the descendants of the late Song Dynasty Prime Minister Wen, thus receiving continuous support from our prefecture, ensuring the temple's enduring prosperity."
Zixuan couldn't help but sigh, "Such a story! No wonder this temple, though somewhat dilapidated..." "You, Miaoyi, are like a lotus in a turbid pond; this must be due to your years of diligent practice and the transmission of Buddhist teachings."
Miaoyi blushed even more at Zixuan's praise. "You flatter me, sir."
Zixuan changed the subject, saying, "Back then, Prime Minister Wen supported the late Song dynasty, preferring death to surrender to the Tartars; his loyal heart shines through the ages. Every year, I climb Gushan Mountain to see Prime Minister Wen's inscription, and my heart is always filled with emotion."
Zixuan turned back to Miaoyi and smiled, "In the future, if I pass the imperial examination with flying colors, I will emulate Prime Minister Wen, retaining my loyal heart to govern the country and manage my family. I imagine that by then, Miaoyi will also be a great monk, guiding countless people."
Miao Yi looked at the handsome young man she had just met, standing against the wind, gazing into the distance. Behind him were towering mountains and white clouds, a vast blue sky and a clear earth. Her heart fluttered, unable to contain itself; it pounded wildly. Twenty years of solitary cultivation had never brought her to such a state.
Zi Xuan turned around, gazing at Miao Yi's pretty face with a slight smile. Their eyes met, and Miao Yi felt both shy and embarrassed. She looked away, unsure where to look, her mind wandering, her heart filled with unease.
Knowing he shouldn't push things too far, Zi Xuan said, "Miao Yi, why don't you accompany me into the temple? Let me see where the master once cultivated himself." His words, gentle and easygoing, immediately dispelled the awkward atmosphere.
Miao Yi breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Yes, sir, please follow me."
The temple was small, but the abbot's quarters where the master had cultivated himself still stood, and it contained many Buddhist scriptures.
Zi Xuan walked side by side with Miao Yi, but without excessive intimacy, discussing the scriptures with her as if they were ordinary friends. Soon, Miaoyi's master and the other elderly nuns who resided there also returned from their work in the fields. Upon seeing Zixuan, the nuns felt he possessed an extraordinary bearing, was not an ordinary person, and was elegant and dignified. They assumed he was a young scholar with a keen interest in Buddhism. After chatting for a while, they were even more convinced that Zixuan had a certain level of understanding of Buddhist teachings, and felt more at ease about his association with Miaoyi.
Around noon, Zixuan said, "I am quite interested in the scriptures taught by the masters in the nunnery. I wonder if I could stay a little longer?"
Miaoyi's master, Abbess Shande, smiled and said, "Since young benefactor Zixuan is so interested in Buddhism, this old nun is honored. You are welcome to stay for lunch, and we can discuss Buddhism again this afternoon."
Miaoyi had already gone to the kitchen to prepare the vegetarian meal; only a few elderly nuns remained around. Zixuan tentatively asked, "Master, have you heard of Master Lin Qimei of your household?"
Shande clasped her hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, and said, "Master Lin is a devout Buddhist and virtuous man. He has supported our nunnery every year; how could this old nun possibly ask for anything in return?"
Zixuan knew things were looking promising, so he took out a silver note from his sleeve. It was from Xinyi Bank, the largest money exchange in Jiangnan, clearly marked with five hundred taels.
Zixuan placed it in Master Shande's hand with a devout expression, saying, "Master Lin is my father. I have been taught by him and am also wholeheartedly devoted to Buddhism. This is a small donation; I hope you will accept it. Perhaps I will trouble you more in the future." Zixuan bowed, as if greeting his mother-in-law, but after rising, his eyes only glanced towards the kitchen.
Master Shande held the silver note, her face showing hesitation.
Zixuan continued, "Master, life on this mountain peak is austere. Although we have the scriptures and teachings of our ancestors to keep us company, it is still difficult to endure."
Shande finally made up her mind and said, "Buddhism also has the concept of worldly cultivation. Miaoyi has been cultivating with me since childhood, but she has never experienced the affairs of the mortal world. I hope Young Master Zixuan will have compassion on her. Everything depends on the child's own choice. If you insist, I cannot accept this incense money.
" Zixuan smiled and said, "Master, you flatter me. I am not a heartless person; I will only be frugal."
From then on, the dissolute young master knew that everything was ready, only lacking the right opportunity.
From then on, Lin family young master Zixuan seemed like a different person. He no longer caused trouble in the mansion but seriously studied the scriptures. Old Master Lin was overjoyed, and everyone in the mansion said that the Lin family young master had turned over a new leaf.
As for Lin Zixuan's visits to the Buddhist temple on the mountain every three to five days, it was simply assumed that he had suddenly developed an interest in Buddhism; after all, it was the proper way for a scholar to broaden his knowledge.
Little did anyone know that Lin Zixuan was using this opportunity to befriend Miaoyi. He would occasionally send her exquisite vegetarian dishes and luxurious monk's robes. They began their conversation with Miaoyi through Buddhist studies, and gradually they talked about everything, becoming like close confidants. Meanwhile, Abbess Shande received several more banknotes from the Xinyi Bank, preparing to renovate the temple soon.
One day, Shande and several other elderly nuns went to the back mountain to farm, leaving Miaoyi and Zixuan alone in the temple. When Zixuan arrived, he even closed the temple gate, since it wasn't the first or fifteenth of the month.
The two sat facing each other in the abbot's meditation room, with Miaoyi holding a Buddhist scripture, debating with Zixuan.
"Zixuan, how can you say that this Heart Sutra, transmitted from the Tang Dynasty monk Xuanzang, is incorrect?" Miaoyi argued with Zixuan, her face flushed.
"Miaoyi, the Heart Sutra says, 'The five aggregates are all empty; form is not different from emptiness; emptiness is not different from form. Form is emptiness; emptiness is form. Sensation, perception, volition, and consciousness are also like this.' This person is neither a sage nor a Buddha; how can he achieve this?" Zixuan's
unreasonable accusations today were actually based on a deep calculation. "All sentient beings possess Buddha-nature. With diligent cultivation, one can naturally achieve the emptiness of the five aggregates
and the non-difference between emptiness and form," Miaoyi retorted. "May I ask, Miaoyi, after twenty and a half years of solitary cultivation, have you achieved this?" Zixuan countered. "If someone like Miaoyi, who has cultivated solitary cultivation since childhood, cannot achieve this, then it only proves that the Buddhist scriptures are also wrong, and that people cannot achieve it."
Zixuan's provocation made Miaoyi blush even more. "You...you're talking nonsense! How could the Buddhist scriptures be wrong? I...of course I can achieve it!"
Zixuan suddenly stood up, his face serious, and sat down on the couch where Miaoyi was sitting, staring at her, getting closer and closer.
"Zixuan, what...what are you doing?" Miaoyi suddenly panicked.
Zixuan, without the slightest hesitation, his face serious, suddenly placed his hand on Miaoyi's thigh, gently caressing it through the thin monk's robe.
"Zixuan...you...don't do this..." Miaoyi was startled and pushed Zixuan's hand away.
Zixuan's right arm suddenly reached out, wrapping around Miaoyi's slender waist, his face even closer, and he spoke in a very serious tone close to Miaoyi's ear: "Miaoyi, didn't you say that emptiness and form are not different, and the five aggregates are empty? Can you do that? Are the Buddhist scriptures wrong, that even you, who have cultivated in seclusion for twenty years, cannot do it?" As he spoke, Zixuan deliberately breathed lightly into Miaoyi's ear.

Miaoyi struggled slightly, but was still held tightly by Zixuan. Hearing Zixuan's words, she gritted her teeth and argued, "I, of course I am empty of form and form, and the five aggregates are empty."
Zixuan didn't say anything more, but simply placed his left hand back on Miaoyi's thigh.
Miao Yi trusted Zi Xuan completely. In the six months they'd known each other, Zi Xuan's upright and righteous demeanor had convinced her he was a true gentleman. Even the pilgrims who came down from the mountain to offer incense all said that the Lin family's young master was now a very promising young talent. This made Miao Yi even more trusting and at ease, completely ignoring the word "now."
"Zi Xuan probably just wanted to joke with me, touch me and that's it," Miao Yi thought.
But clearly, Zi Xuan beside her didn't think that way at all. He gently pressed his lips against Miao Yi's neck, his breaths deep and heavy, making Miao Yi even more flustered.
Then, slowly, Zi Xuan's lips pressed against Miao Yi's cheek and neck, kissing her, gently licking her with his tongue, and then moving up to take her earlobe into his mouth.
"No..." Miao Yi whispered, her voice so weak.
His right hand, which was wrapped around Miaoyi, suddenly moved to her right breast, startling her so much that she flinched. "Zixuan..." Miaoyi tried to struggle, but before she could speak, her cherry lips were sealed by his.
Wet and warm, carrying a strong masculine scent, Miaoyi was silenced by Zixuan's kiss.
Her heart pounded wildly, as if it would burst from her chest. She could feel Zixuan's heart pounding just as fast, just as tightly against hers.
Zixuan's tongue slipped inside. Miaoyi tried to speak, but Zixuan had the chance. His hot, wet tongue frantically entwined with her clitoris, giving her no chance to refuse.
Below, Zixuan's restless hand was already moving towards Miaoyi's private parts. Miaoyi was shocked and squeezed her legs together tightly. She had never known what could happen between a man and a woman; she only instinctively squeezed her legs together to prevent Zixuan from violating her.
But it was all in vain. Zixuan's right hand had already found her sensitive nipple, kneading and squeezing it lightly or heavily. A strange sensation, unlike anything he had ever felt before, made Miaoyi shudder, yet she felt waves of stimulation, which was very comfortable.
After a long kiss, Zixuan finally released her. She was already out of breath, but Zixuan continued to suck on her little tongue, drawing away all the saliva from her mouth.
Thump! Zixuan decisively pushed Miaoyi down onto the couch.
With a wide mouth, he swallowed most of Miaoyi's right breast through her monk's robe.
"Ah!" Miaoyi cried out, stimulated, "Zixuan..."
But Zixuan wouldn't give this dazed little nun any chance to struggle. His right hand attacked her left breast, kneading the full mound of flesh into various shapes, flicking the nipple with his index finger, stimulating the girl with all his might.
Even her tightly clenched, curled-up lower body couldn't resist the advances of this libertine young master.
After several attempts to penetrate her vulva from the front, unable to reach her deeply, and not wanting to hurt her at the beginning, Zixuan suddenly turned to attack her buttocks.
Miaoyi's hands were weakly pushing against Zixuan's head when suddenly, she felt a chill on her buttocks as her monk's robe was lifted from behind, revealing her underpants, which Zixuan had pulled down, exposing her full, delicate, and rounded buttocks to the air.
"Ah!" Miaoyi hurriedly tried to cover herself with one hand.
Zixuan, however, directly grabbed her slender, weak hand, gently pressing it to the side, his fingers interlacing. Zixuan adjusted his position, freeing his right hand to continue attacking Miaoyi's buttocks from behind.
The two soft, full buttocks were mercilessly kneaded by Zixuan's right hand, while his mouth did not relax at all, sucking hard through her clothes.
Miaoyi's private parts were finally touched by Zixuan from behind, and even Miaoyi's own sensitive areas, which she had never touched herself, were being teased by Zixuan. The more intense stimulation made Miaoyi completely lose the strength to struggle, and her whole body went limp.
Tears streamed from her eyes. How could he do this?
Zixuan was startled and released her mouth, but he sucked hard for a moment before letting go, his hands not stopping for a moment, but kissing away Miaoyi's tears.
Zixuan said earnestly and softly to Miaoyi, "Don't cry, I don't want you to cry, but I desperately want you. In the past six months, you should have a vague idea of how much I like you. You should like me too, and I want to make you happy. Miaoyi, go back to secular life, your master will agree, and then marry me."
Miaoyi's complex emotions were stunned by the sudden confession, leaving her blank, only to be kissed again by Zixuan.
The tears she had shed out of humiliation were all licked away, but she didn't know whether it was joy, relief, anticipation, or fear, and tears still flowed. They just flowed, only to be kissed away, devoured.
Facing the little nun who was now completely his, Zixuan's feelings were also complex. He himself couldn't tell if his words were true or false, or even the changes he had made to get Miaoyi.
But now, there was only one thing he needed to do: completely possess her.
Her silk robes were torn off, her thin monk's robes were stripped away, and her monk's hat was pulled off, revealing the pretty woman's bald head.
Zixuan stared at Miaoyi's cute little bald head, whom he was seeing for the first time, and kept looking.
Miaoyi blushed and covered her bald head with both hands, scolding like an ordinary woman, "What are you looking at..."
Zixuan kissed her again, saying in a muffled voice, "It will grow back." However, the kiss landed on the tip of a smooth, fleshy mound.
This direct attack was even more stimulating. Zixuan almost took half of the mound into his mouth, his tongue constantly licking, sucking, and even lightly biting, then releasing the saliva-covered mound to immediately attack the other one.
His right hand roamed over his lover's body, gently, carefully, little by little, caressing it all.
His left hand found a small clitoris in her private parts, playing with it, the area around it already overflowing.
Miaoyi could only moan uncontrollably amidst the waves of stimulation.
Struggling against the throes of pleasure, she managed to muster a sliver of consciousness, only to see that terrifying, bulging thing not far away—ah, that was Zixuan's…
Miaoyi's face flushed even more, her body slowly turning red from the stimulation, as if her whole body was burning with fever.
Zixuan could no longer restrain himself; the reaction of his lover's body beneath him stimulated his own body, making him feel hot all over. His engorged, slightly aching member slowly pressed against Miaoyi, gently rubbing back and forth on that crevice that no one had ever touched before.
Miaoyi's eyes were glazed, her breathing heavy; she could feel the pulse of youth pulsating on her breasts.
Zixuan's mind went blank; the feeling was different from any woman he had ever played with before, different from the feeling of a virgin.
Zixuan slowly planted the root of life into that soft place that could bear him.
An extremely strange feeling arose between them; although there was some pain, Miaoyi was filled with a sense of fulfillment, as if the past twenty years had been wasted, empty, and only now did she have something to rely on and depend on.
Zixuan felt not as if he were possessing, but as if he were being devoured, his body and soul intertwined with the woman beneath him.
He held Miaoyi tightly, and with a roll, Miaoyi wrapped her arms around his neck, the two of them locked together, inseparable.
A kiss, only a kiss could express it, and they kissed each other tirelessly. Their
bodies, intertwined, possessed each other.
Drops of blood stained the sacred bed. Zixuan moved rhythmically, an unparalleled sensation washing over him, unlike any release he had experienced in his previous empty, lonely moments.
At this moment, Zixuan knew that he truly loved this girl. All his schemes and manipulative actions were merely excuses, a pretext to love.
He and she were alike, one studying diligently under the pressure of his father and entire family's expectations, striving amidst the hostility and isolation of those around him.
In a secluded place, profound and unfathomable scriptures were rigidly taught, leaving no choice but to walk the path of becoming a so-called high monk.
Two lonely hearts, cherishing each other, met by chance. Without any reason, they fell in love without even realizing it.
He possessed her, and she possessed him.
He possessed him, and he possessed him.
Zixuan had never been so excited, holding Miaoyi tightly, even rolling around, unable to suppress his inner desire.
For the first time in a long time, Zixuan left the essence of his bloodline in a woman's body, hoping to conceive. If successful, this child would possess a vast fortune and wield great power in this small place. Many women had approached Zixuan for this purpose.
The nun seemed to have returned; the elders were busy in the nunnery, not disturbing the young man. After all, it was time to give her, like a daughter, a chance to choose.
It was only afternoon, but Miaoyi was already exhausted and had fallen asleep on Zixuan's lap. Her sleeping face was as innocent as ever, but with a touch of the charm unique to girls in love.
Half a year later, the Lin family held a grand wedding. A woman named Nan Miaoyi, like Cinderella, became the young mistress of the most powerful family in the prefecture.
Two years later, Lin Zixuan ranked fifth in the imperial examination and entered the Hanlin Academy. Five years later, he was appointed as a sub-prefect, and three years later, he became a prefect. He
served as an official for decades, never offending Yan Song, and was upright and honest. His reputation
was only due to his wife, Madam Nan, who was a devout Buddhist and charitable. Whenever her husband asked for a favor, he would grant it. The couple lived a long and loving life together.

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