Qianyang Heart Formula

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Back in his bedroom at home in Chizhou City after returning from his hometown, Zhang Jiaping hurriedly pulled a yellowed silk book from his travel bag. The cover was embroidered with the four large characters "Qianyang Xinjue" in red thread. Opening the thin cover, lines of traditional clerical script came into view: "The creation of heaven and earth began in the chaos of Taiji. Yin and Yang separated, and the flow of Qian and Kun (Heaven and Earth) all originated from nature. When Yang reaches its extreme, Yin is born; when Yin reaches its extreme, Yang flourishes, returning to chaos. Qian represents Yang, and Qian Yang is the essence of a man. When it gathers and circulates within the body, it possesses an inexhaustible power. This divine manual is left for those with the affinity to diligently cultivate; it will surely bring immense benefits.
" Zhang Jiaping had found this "Qianyang Xinjue" in his old house back home. Upon seeing this martial arts manual, he, a lifelong fan of martial arts novels, was overjoyed and inexplicably happy. Now that he was back home, he naturally had to practice his skills diligently. He turned to the second page, where the top half featured an embroidered diagram of the human body's meridians, with the pathways for practicing the techniques marked. The bottom half contained four lines of verse: "Divine skill cultivation is the entry point; the seven meridians and eight extraordinary vessels are nurtured in the dantian; don't fear hardship in foundation building,
for after hardship comes happiness and freedom." "Haha, time to practice! When I become a great hero, haha..." The bright future filled Zhang Jiaping with excitement, and he began practicing the techniques from the *Qianyang Heart Sutra*.
Time passed quickly, and half a year went by in a flash. School started its summer vacation, and Zhang Jiaping's skills had reached a certain level. Moreover, the previously weak and sickly boy had suddenly become much stronger, and he, who had always failed physical education in school, was now excelling in all subjects, which made him extremely happy.
His parents had originally planned for him to visit his aunt this summer, but his father couldn't get away due to work, so the plan for him and his mother to travel together fell through. However, they had already paid for the travel agency, and it wouldn't be worth it if they didn't go. Therefore, he took his father's place and went with his mother.
Upon arriving at the Shengfoshan tourist area, after the tour group settled into their hotel, they discovered an irreparable mistake.
They had booked a double room for couples, but it had become a room for a mother and son. The tour guide's group consisted entirely of couples and women, and given that it was peak tourist season, the hotel had no spare rooms, so only the mother and son had a room to share.
After entering the room, Rong Xiaoying told Zhang Jiaping to unpack first, and then hurriedly went into the bathroom to shower. It was a hot day, and even though it was an air-conditioned bus, she was still sweating profusely. As a woman who cares about her appearance, she naturally wanted to refresh herself before worrying about anything else.
Zhang Jiaping had just finished packing his luggage when he heard his mother, Rong Xiaoying, say from the bathroom, "Jiaping, I forgot to bring my change of underwear into the bathroom. Could you bring it in for me, okay?" "
Okay!" Zhang Jiaping replied, then opened his mother's bag. He was stunned by the sight of various sexy lingerie in different colors.
"Jiaping, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and bring me my underwear," Rong Xiaoying urged from the bathroom.
"Okay, I'm coming." Zhang Jiaping grabbed a set of his mother's underwear and headed towards the bathroom. When he reached the bathroom door, he saw it was ajar and gently pushed it. Little did he know that Rong Xiaoying was right behind the door.
"Ouch!" The slippery wet floor tiles caused Rong Xiaoying to fall to the ground with a groan.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Zhang Jiaping hurriedly pushed open the bathroom door and went in. What greeted his eyes was his mother's naked body: fair skin, a beautiful face, proud breasts, a shapely waist, and of course, the alluring pubic hair and the mysterious, alluring mound hidden beneath it.
"Ah, why are you in here? Get out, get out, get out quickly!" Rong Xiaoying shyly covered her private parts, urging Zhang Jiaping to leave. Reluctantly,
Zhang Jiaping withdrew his gaze from his mother's beautiful, naked body, left the bathroom, and lay on the double bed, lost in thought: He couldn't believe his mother was already thirty-seven, yet her figure remained so good, filling him with a strange impulse.
"Hey, Jiaping, what are you daydreaming about! Go take a shower and cool off," Rong Xiaoying scolded as she came out of the bathroom, but she avoided looking directly at her son.
Zhang Jiaping quickly showered and then went out to play with the tour group.
When he returned to the room, he saw his mother already fast asleep in bed, so he took off his coat, flopped onto the bed, and fell fast asleep as well. Soon he was truly asleep.
But Rong Xiaoying couldn't sleep. Looking at her son lying in the same bed, her heart couldn't calm down. His strong body, his bulging muscles, and the erect male symbol encased in his underwear all fascinated her.
Looking at her son, she couldn't help but touch his well-developed pectoral muscles. Her fingers gradually moved down his chest, and through the fabric, Rong Xiaoying's heart pounded, but driven by desire, she couldn't let go.
After all, she was in her prime, yet her husband was keeping a mistress in a rented apartment, leaving her alone every night, unable to sleep. This trip had been a chance to rekindle their past romance, but he dismissed her with the excuse of being too busy with work. Today, her son had accidentally seen her naked, and she even had the thought of letting him rape her.
As her thoughts wandered, Rong Xiaoying's slender hand gripped her son's penis tightly, stroking it up and down, unconsciously moaning softly.
Zhang Jiaping, fast asleep, felt a strange change in his body. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his usually dignified and virtuous mother stroking his penis. His heart instantly filled with passion. He reached out and held Rong Xiaoying's shoulder, gently biting her earlobe, saying, "Mom, you're so cute!" He then withdrew his left hand to remove the obstructive barrier, climbing her proud breasts, gently pinching her nipples, making Rong Xiaoying's heart flutter, and she became even more limp in Zhang Jiaping's arms.
Rong Xiaoying buried her head in Zhang Jiaping's shoulder and whispered, "Jiaping, I really don't want to be your mother."
Her feelings were conflicted: the taboo between mother and son terrified her, but the loneliness of sleeping alone every night was unbearable. In her prime, she craved the pleasure of sex, and even though she was facing her own son, she was still willing to offer her body to satisfy herself.
As if knowing his mother's wish, Zhang Jiaping turned her beautiful head towards him and said, "Mother, although you are my mother, you are also my lover. Let me properly reward you!" His calm tone carried an undeniable authority and command.
Rong Xiaoying wanted to resist, but she also harbored expectations of sex, and the thrill and unease of incest left her at a loss. She simply allowed Zhang Jiaping to violate her body, secretly harboring a desire for revenge against her husband for neglecting her.
Although Zhang Jiaping had no real sexual experience, the "Qianyang Heart Sutra" he practiced was a martial arts manual that described matters between men and women in great detail. Its opening statement clearly stated: "A man cannot live alone with Yang, nor can he grow alone with Yin. Yin and Yang, Qian Yang and Kun Yin, complement each other and are indispensable." Therefore, practicing this mental technique, except during the foundation-building stage, primarily involves sexual intercourse between men and women. This not only benefits the man but also greatly benefits the woman. Thus, he has a certain understanding of the mysteries between men and women and has long wanted to experience it firsthand.
Amidst a frenzy and anticipation, Zhang Jiaping's jade stem rose high, the glans red and proud, relentlessly invading his destination.
"...Ah...ah...um..." Rong Xiaoying's body finally responded with fervor, wave after wave of pleasure guiding her to the peak of life once again.
Although it was Zhang Jiaping's first time making love, instinct kicked in. His penis thrust back and forth in Rong Xiaoying's wet, jade-like opening, while his lips slowly savored her rosy nipples. His hands were also busy; his left hand cradled his mother's plump buttocks, occasionally teasing her delicate clitoris with his fingers, while his right hand gently combed through her dark, glossy pubic hair, moistened by her vaginal fluids.
"...Ah...um...um...ah...ah..." Rong Xiaoying reached another climax.
"...Son...you are...I...I..."
Zhang Jiaping, a virgin experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time, enjoyed this wonderful bliss while simultaneously using the Qianyang Heart Technique to secretly absorb the vaginal fluid that Rong Xiaoying was ejaculating.
"...Ah...ah...ah...ah...um...ooh...um..." The melodious moans seemed like a beautiful song. Zhang Jiaping increased the force of his thrusts, laying Rong Xiaoying flat on the bed, his hands playing with her large breasts.
"...Ah...ah...I...I...I came again...ah...so...so good...ah..." Rong Xiaoying's moans once again aroused Zhang Jiaping's thrusting strength. His right hand gently patted her plump, fragrant buttocks, while his left hand roamed back and forth on her flat abdomen.
"...Mmm...mmm...ah...ah...ah..." The feeling of pleasure assaulted Rong Xiaoying once more.
"...I can't...I can't...Jiaping...I can't take it anymore...please spare me—my dear...please let go...ah...ah...darling...ah..." With a satisfied smile, Rong Xiaoying collapsed heavily onto the bed, no longer wanting to move.
Zhang Jiaping, however, was not so relaxed. He circulated his internal energy throughout his body and immediately realized that his internal strength had improved considerably.
After finishing his ritual, Zhang Jiaping opened his eyes and saw his mother, Rong Xiaoying, still lying naked and limp on the double bed. His erect penis once again pounded like a war drum. He stood up solemnly, spread her long, white legs, and plunged his penis all the way into her scarlet flesh cave. The tight jade cave, suddenly attacked, seemed even narrower. Under the stimulation of lust, her vaginal fluids began to gush out continuously. His penis, nourished by her vaginal fluids, grew stronger, filling the gaps in her honeyed orifice.
Rong Xiaoying, half-asleep, felt Zhang Jiaping's caresses and thought that the incest with her son was happening in a dream, so she tried her best to respond.
"...Ah...ah...ah...ouch...slower..."
Zhang Jiaping played with his mother's breasts while increasing the intensity of his penis thrusting. Each thrust went straight to the core of her flower, causing it to bloom continuously, and waves of vaginal fluid gushed down.
Suddenly, Zhang Jiaping's playful side emerged. He inserted his right hand into Rong Xiaoying's anus, while his left hand squeezed her right nipple, increasing the force of his thrusts.
Under the double attack, Rong Xiaoying's body turned crimson, her vaginal fluids gushing out continuously, her large breasts swelling, her slender waist twisting incessantly, and her beautiful and charming face even more tempting to commit crimes.
Zhang Jiaping suddenly thrust, seemingly about to ejaculate, but then he quickly withdrew, his penis mostly withdrawing from her vagina, leaving only the glans remaining in her clitoris. His hands also shifted their focus, caressing her fair, flat abdomen and her pubic hair covered in her fluids.
"Oh, Jiaping... you're so strong... ah... ah... hey... um... um... oh... don't leave me... don't leave me... ah... ah..."
Rong Xiaoying finally couldn't help but cry out, which reminded her... this wasn't a dream, but something that was truly happening... The fear and stimulation of incest simultaneously excited her, and she rolled over, pinning Zhang Jiaping to the bed.
The initiative shifted to Rong Xiaoying. Zhang Jiaping silently allowed her to continue the sexual act, rapidly circulating the Qianyang Heart Sutra within his body for another cycle. He reached out and embraced his mother's waist, gently licking her rosy nipples with his tongue. This caused Rong Xiaoying, already feeling incredibly itchy and tingling, to once again experience the pleasure of sex. The pleasurable intercourse further stirred her already frenzied mind.
Sensing that Rong Xiaoying's body could no longer withstand his assault, Zhang Jiaping withdrew his magnificent erection, sat on her chest, squeezed her breasts together with both hands, and thrust forcefully, beginning his relentless thrusting.
Rong Xiaoying lay limply on the bed, her two long, straight, beautiful legs spread wide. Her crimson labia, hidden beneath dark pubic hair, were glistening with clear, lustful fluid, making them appear even redder. Combined with the swollen lips, a different purplish-red from the surrounding area, caused by Zhang Jiaping's enormous penis repeatedly thrusting in and out, it was clear that after such intense activity, she had absolutely no energy left for any further vigorous activity and could only passively endure Zhang Jiaping's still-burning lust.
Zhang Jiaping's large penis thrust in and out of her cleavage, his legs and hands never idle. His legs were wrapped around her slender waist, and his toes rubbed against her smooth, beautiful back; his right hand caressed Rong Xiaoying's radiant face, enjoying this beauty that he could only admire from afar; his left hand, however, had another purpose, particularly fondling her soft, smooth, shiny black hair.
A knock sounded at the door.
(II)
"Who is it?" Zhang Jiaping asked, intensifying his thrusting.
A voice answered from outside the door, "It's me, Xu Jingzi. Ladies, our tour group has a bonfire party tonight, and we're leaving in half an hour. Please gather in the lobby as soon as possible. Goodbye."
Then came the sound of high heels on the tiles, followed a moment later by a knock on the door next door and the same words.
Reluctantly, Zhang Jiaping quickened his thrusting. Delicate moans escaped Rong Xiaoying's red, sensual lips, and fragrant sweat evaporated from her beautiful, mature body. Beneath her son, she writhed her beautiful body, intensely responding to his thrusts.
The warm, moist sensation of his mother's vagina warmed Zhang Jiaping's thick, erect penis. An indescribable, wonderful feeling rippled from the tip of his penis, then surged throughout his body. The strange sensation made him feel as if his mother's vagina was tightly enveloping his penis, yet it was also lubricated, allowing for effortless entry and exit.
The double bed swayed back and forth with the vigorous movements, creaking and groaning. Rong Xiaoying, her beautiful red lips slightly parted, breathed softly, "...mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." She arched her plump, white thighs, tightly gripping her son's waist, making his movements faster and faster. The rising desire made them gradually forget everything, crying out loudly.
Rong Xiaoying's beautiful cheeks, flushed with a rosy glow, parted her lips slightly. She couldn't help but reach out and tightly grasp her firm, undulating breasts; her waist and hips, like ocean waves, surged upwards to meet the onslaught of her son's penis.
Suddenly, she tightly embraced her son's body, thrusting her genitals high. With a series of rapid "...ah...ah...ah..." cries, her body trembled violently, and streams of hot vaginal fluid gushed from her uterus like a tidal wave, giving her a dizzying orgasm.
Deep inside her vagina, the dragon pillar, with each intense contraction of the vaginal walls, hissed and spurted out streams of hot semen. Zhang Jiaping lifted himself off his mother's body and whispered in her ear, "Mom, it's time to get up. We'll be late if we don't!"
Rong Xiaoying lazily replied, "You little devil, you've made my whole body ache, how can I get up!"
Her tone even carried a hint of coquetry, making Zhang Jiaping reluctant to let her go. He could only press his palms against her dantian and Tanzhong acupoints, channeling a stream of yang energy into each to relieve her fatigue.
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Mirror Lake, a beautiful little lake located at the foot of Holy Buddha Mountain, its cool, clear waters reflecting one's image perfectly like a mirror.
The noise of people on the lakeshore disrupted the tranquility of Mirror Lake. Groups of people were scattered along the shore. Zhang Jiaping and his tour group had lit about ten bonfires on the southwest side of the lake and sat around them. Around one of the bonfires were their tour guide, Xu Jingzi, two couples, and two young women.
One couple were middle-aged men around forty; the man was mature and steady, but his face was somber, while the woman was elegant, but her face carried a deep sorrow. The other couple were in their twenties; the man was radiant, and the woman was gentle and beautiful, both looking happy.
The two young women were around twenty; one was strikingly beautiful, and the other, while not a stunning beauty, was still quite pretty. They began whispering intimately as soon as they sat down.
Zhang Jiaping sat there rather bored, while Rong Xiaoying, after her earlier vigorous exercise, was also quite listless.
Zhang Jiaping stood up and said to his mother, "Mom, I'm going for a walk by the lake!"
Rong Xiaoying nodded without speaking. Knowing her current situation,
Zhang Jiaping walked towards Mirror Lake. Reaching the lakeside, he squatted down and began to play with the water. Feeling the noisy surroundings, Zhang Jiaping's thoughts began to wander: he couldn't believe he and his mother had developed a relationship beyond mother and son, but this relationship was unacceptable. What should he do? Incest, incest, this is incest!
His chaotic thoughts gradually made Zhang Jiaping ignore the noise around him, and his mind entered his own world. A gentle evening breeze caressed his face and body. The grass around him was growing, the fish in the lake swam happily, and the people behind him were going about their business. Suddenly, he seemed to understand something, but it wasn't quite clear. His senses unconsciously spread throughout Mirror Lake and the entire world, sensing the movements of every living thing around him. His whole body was constantly changing, and all these changes were under his observation.
Suddenly, Zhang Jiaping's mood brightened. Why bother with societal rules? Don't all things live by instinct? He might as well let things develop naturally. As for what the future holds, why should he care now?
With his mind at ease, Zhang Jiaping allowed his thoughts to slowly drift into a carefree state. Gradually,
Zhang Jiaping's thoughts spread out of his mind, scattering in all directions, towards the sky, towards the earth, into the void, into the unknown realm. It was as if his body no longer existed, as if he had turned into air or mist, as if he had vanished yet also seemed omnipresent. He didn't know if it was real or an illusion, as if he had merged into the very lifeblood of the world, sensing the vibrant life around him.
After a long while, Zhang Jiaping suddenly realized that there was almost no sound behind him. He pulled himself out of his thoughts, turned around, and saw that there were indeed not many people left by the lake, and the campfires were mostly just embers. His mother, Rong Xiaoying, was looking at him anxiously, and the other members of the tour group were also looking at him in surprise and pointing.
"What's wrong?" Zhang Jiaping asked curiously.
"Nothing," Xu Jingzi stepped forward and said, "Everyone is going back to the hotel, and we're just waiting for you."
She deliberately avoided looking at Zhang Jiaping.
Zhang Jiaping knew that couldn't be the case, but it seemed that he could only ask his mother when they got back to the hotel. So he said to Xu Jingzi, "Okay, I understand." Then he said to his mother, "Mom, let's go, look, everyone's on the bus."
Rong Xiaoying then looked relieved and said, "Jiaping, you scared me to death!"
Zhang Jiaping didn't say anything, but he was thinking to himself: I must find out the truth when we get back. He started walking towards the tour bus, with Rong Xiaoying following behind him.
Back in their hotel room, Zhang Jiaping asked his mother, "Mom, what happened?! Why is everyone looking at me like I'm a monster?!" The scene after he got on the bus replayed clearly in his memory. The
moment he boarded, everyone's eyes turned to him. Their gazes held a mix of admiration, astonishment, strangeness, fear… a whole range of emotions. He felt like an animal in a zoo—no, not an animal, but a monster. They weren't looking at him as a normal person.
If Rong Xiaoying hadn't boarded the bus right after him and helped him to a seat, he didn't know how long he would have been stared at like that.
And as soon as he sat down, their eyes all simultaneously looked away!
The somber atmosphere persisted until the bus returned to the hotel, when the tour guide announced the next day's itinerary, finally breaking the silence. However, upon disembarking, almost everyone avoided him as if he were a plague carrier, and the looks from those who didn't were even more unsettling—they treated him as if he were a high and mighty deity. The only consolation was that his mother was relatively normal towards him, but even her gaze had changed. It wasn't like she was looking at her son, nor a lover, but rather like she was looking at a sacred figure.
Rong Xiaoying didn't answer her son's question, but instead said, "Jiaping, I'm going to take a shower! You get some rest and don't overthink things." With that, she quickly went into the bathroom.
Before his mother could close the bathroom door, Zhang Jiaping followed her in, grabbing her tightly and asking, "Mom, why are you avoiding me? What happened?"
He already knew perfectly well what had happened to him. He had suddenly entered the state of "merging with heaven and earth" as described in the Qianyang Heart Sutra, and although it hadn't been long, he had already benefited greatly. Something must have happened to his body during that time, causing everyone to treat him like a monster.
"It's nothing, it's nothing, don't worry about it!" Rong Xiaoying said, but her expression betrayed her otherwise innocent feelings.
Zhang Jiaping knew he wouldn't get any information now. His mind raced, and he leaned over Rong Xiaoying's neck, inhaling her rich scent as he sealed her sweet, red lips with his own, savoring her soft, delicate tongue.
His flirtatious touch caused a reaction on Rong Xiaoying's beautiful body; their clothes slipped to the floor, and their two fair bodies were once again joined together.
"...Mmm...ah...mmm...ah...ah...oh..." The enormous penis plunged deep into the revitalized peach blossom stream.
"...Oh...ah...mmm...mmm...good...so comfortable...ah...mmm...oh...oh...I'm going to cum...ah...oh..." Having reached the point of extreme pleasure, Rong Xiaoying's heart opened up. She was extremely happy, and her saliva gushed down in torrents. The penis, covered in the nectar, remained vigorous, emitting a hot breath that mingled with the fragrance of the nectar.
Zhang Jiaping thrust vigorously, his penis, inserted into Rong Xiaoying's yin, thrust forward forcefully. His scrotum rubbed against her perineum. A cool sensation made him think. He reached out and smeared the nectar on his mother's flower, then casually smeared it on her firm, high, beautiful breasts.
"…Baby…it feels so good…ah…Pingping…no…don't stop…faster…move a little…" The surge of desire had cast aside all moral boundaries. Rong Xiaoying eagerly savored this rare pleasure, her body responding to each of her son's thrusts. Deep within her, waves of intense desire surged, each passionate union deepening her love and longing for her son.
Zhang Jiaping knew the time had come. While continuing his vigorous thrusts, wielding his formidable weapon, he whispered in his mother's ear, "Mom, tell me, what exactly happened by the lake, please!"
Rong Xiaoying, immersed in intense erotic pleasure, answered her son's question without thinking, "Oh, suddenly you emitted a dazzling light, and everyone was drawn to it. The light spread rapidly, enveloping you completely. At the very center of the light, you looked dignified, inspiring an involuntary sense of submission. Looking at you, I even forgot you were my son… Ah… um… no… ah… Ping… Ping… ah…" The
dragon surged within her, stimulating Rong Xiaoying's body, which was already experiencing frequent orgasms, causing her to moan uncontrollably once more.
Zhang Jiaping understood his doubts. He realized that because he had suddenly comprehended the Dao of No Trace in the Qianyang Heart Sutra, his body had undergone a significant change. The process of the elements transforming his body had been witnessed by everyone by the lake, which explained their reaction. Heh, he needed to find a way to make everyone forget what happened last night.
While silently pondering, Zhang Jiaping wrapped his mother's slender waist in his arms, his invincible golden stem continuing to thrust in and out of her purplish-red labia. Each thrust was mixed with the nectar seeping from her heart, sending Rong Xiaoying soaring to the heavens. His fingers were not idle either, gently teasing his mother's beautiful chrysanthemum petals, slowly inserting them.
"...No...no...don't touch there...ah...you're so bad...you're so bad...ah..."
Zhang Jiaping not only ignored his mother's protests, but also thrust his fingers hard into that tender place again and again.
"So alluring, Mom, your body is so wonderful, I love you so much, Mom!" Zhang Jiaping continued to thrust his magnificent, invincible golden spear wildly, galloping through Rong Xiaoying's overflowing paradise, saying this.
"...Mmm...Mmm...Ah...Ah...Mmm...Oh...I'm coming...Ah...I'm coming...Ah...Oh...Ya...Good son...Hurry up...Ah...Kiss...I can't take it anymore...Ah...Mmm...Slow down...Mmm...You dead man...You've made me...Mmm...Ah...My little darling...Please spare me...If you do it a few more times...I won't...I won't be able to leave this world alive!" Rong Xiaoying, having already ejaculated so much, was completely exhausted and begged her son for mercy.
Zhang Jiaping reluctantly withdrew his magnificent penis, playing with the red pearl atop Rong Xiaoying's full and voluptuous breasts with his fingers, and said with a look of unsatisfied desire, "Ugh, what a disappointment."
Seeing her son's unsatisfied expression, Rong Xiaoying had an idea and said, "How about this, I'll help you relieve your pent-up desire with oral sex."
She bent down and squeezed Zhang Jiaping's proud and unyielding member firmly with her slender, white hands, then opened her red lips and took the glans into her mouth.
The contact between her tongue and the glans gave Zhang Jiaping a strange sensation. Rong Xiaoying's tongue skills were indeed impressive; she wrapped it around her son's penis, slowly tightening it, and the secretion of saliva further enhanced the strange pleasure in Zhang Jiaping's penis. This was so different from the feeling of thrusting; it seemed loose, yet he was held captive by her tongue, unable to move forward or backward. The mystery within his mouth gave him a completely different kind of sensation.
Rong Xiaoying's tongue loosened slightly, and Zhang Jiaping seized the opportunity to thrust forward with force.
"...Oh...ah..." Rong Xiaoying's throat was instantly filled with a foreign object, the magnificent jade stem pressing against the path of her esophagus, making her breathing slightly obstructed.
Zhang Jiaping seemed to sense something was wrong, so he slowly withdrew from Rong Xiaoying's throat and stepped back, but still happily enjoyed this unique sexual pleasure.
Rong Xiaoying quickly spat the penis out of her mouth, took a few deep breaths to recover, and said, "Pingping, are you trying to kill me! Why are you thrusting so hard!" while fiercely grabbing and playing with Zhang Jiaping's penis.
"Ouch!" Zhang Jiaping cried out as Rong Xiaoying's fingernails scratched his penis.
Rong Xiaoying then smiled and said, "So you do feel pain? Just now, you almost sent me to meet the King of Hell. You can't even handle this little bit of pain."
Zhang Jiaping realized that Rong Xiaoying was getting revenge on him, so he grabbed her ample breasts and squeezed them hard, then pulled her into his arms, saying, "I'm sorry, Mom, this is my first time. I'll definitely be more careful in the future, hehe, I'll definitely treat you gently!" He inhaled her mature, sensual scent.
Rong Xiaoying nestled in Zhang Jiaping's arms, savoring her son's masculine scent, and said, "You've always been mischievous and naughty, but your health has always been poor. Who knew that in the past six months you'd be like a completely different person? If we weren't together every day, I wouldn't believe you're really the same frail son I used to know." She paused, then continued, "Your father has been acting like a big shot ever since he became a manager. He thought I didn't know he was keeping two mistresses. If it weren't for you, we would have divorced long ago. But who knew something like this would happen this time..."
She paused again, then said, "Jiaping, Mom is yours from now on. You're still young..." "Don't worry, there will be other women in the future, and Mom alone can't satisfy you. So, I don't care how many women you mess around with outside, but you have to remember Mom, don't make me cheat on you!"
Zhang Jiaping caressed Rong Xiaoying while listening quietly to her words. After she finished speaking, he said, "Mom, you're overthinking it.
Don't worry, you will always be the woman I love most, the only woman in my life." As he spoke, his hands were already sneakily exploring Rong Xiaoying's erogenous zones.
Looking at his mother's blushing face, Zhang Jiaping's heart couldn't help but flutter. He lowered his head and once again pressed his lips to his mother's soft... Red lips.
Rong Xiaoying's body went limp instantly. As Zhang Jiaping's tongue skillfully darted into her mouth, licking and exploring wantonly, she felt dizzy, as if she were suffocating. Her fragrant tongue danced, passionately intertwining with her son's, seducing and sucking each other. She was like a docile lamb, completely at his mercy.
Zhang Jiaping's strong arms encircled Rong Xiaoying's body against his chest, giving her an unprecedented sense of warmth.
Suddenly, Zhang Jiaping abandoned his mother's sweet lips and kissed her snow-white neck, gently pecking as he kissed, causing her whole body to tremble, and soft moans escaping her throat.
Zhang Jiaping kissed his mother's neck, slowly moving upwards to her ear. The powerful, hot breath of his man overwhelmed Rong Xiaoying. She wrapped her arms around her son's strong waist, her beautiful legs crossing in distress as she said, "Ping, come on, ah... I can't take it anymore... uh..." Zhang Jiaping knew his mother had caught her breath. His surging desire once again made her crave him to enter the depths of her beautiful body. He no longer held back, and with a thrust, he parted his mother's crossed, round, white thighs. Thick saliva covered the beautiful triangle, the lush black grass glistening with dew, and her crimson lips opening and closing rhythmically.
"Hehe, my dear mother, I'm here!"
(III)
Zhang Jiaping straightened his back, and the proud and valiant general began his assault. His crimson lips were instantly captivated, but the Phoenix Nest was full of ambushes. He fought and retreated, which, while not stopping his advance, did slow his pace.
Zhang Jiaping changed his strategy, attacking Rong Xiaoying's upper and lower body with both hands. His left hand lifted his mother's round, plump, and tender buttocks, his fingers teasing her delicate and alluring anal petals, savoring the unique sensation of the peach blossom cave that was tightly joined with his own. His right hand gently slipped under the armpits of her two soft and boneless arms, feeling the suppleness of her armpit hair, and lightly stroked her long, flowing hair, stimulating Rong Xiaoying's erogenous zones.
The engorged penis thrust wildly in and out of her tender vagina, sending waves of pleasure through Rong Xiaoying's body. This unparalleled sensation ignited her deep-seated lust, making her unable to resist the burning fervor within her. A surge of erotic pleasure rose from the depths of her being, the thrill of her illicit affair with her son having long since banished all her worries.
The fullness within her vagina stimulated Rong Xiaoying's sensitive clitoris, the frequent touches sending her trembling and elevating her pleasure to the peak of desire.
"...Ah...ah...oh...oh..." Rong Xiaoying's red lips parted slightly, emitting beautiful moans, her delicate body trembling with each thrust of her son.
Zhang Jiaping continued thrusting his proud, erect member into his mother's honeyed depths, the swelling, burning, and warm sensation fueling her intense desire. This arousal caused her vagina to tightly grip and suck at his penis.
Zhang Jiaping whispered pleasurably in his mother's ear, "...Oh...ah...Mom...your honeyed depths are so tight...it feels so good...ah...I love you...I love you to death..."
The sharp onslaught made Rong Xiaoying breathe heavily with pleasure. She wrapped her arms around Zhang Jiaping's broad back, her plump buttocks swaying to meet her son's thrusts, her face flushed with shy blush. Zhang Jiaping took the opportunity to kiss Rong Xiaoying's pretty face, sending waves of tingling pleasure through her body.
Pressing his advantage, Zhang Jiaping moved closer to his mother's fragrant, scarlet lips, intoxicated by the sweet scent of her breath. He sucked on her soft, delicate tongue, his still-erect member thrusting relentlessly into her womb, causing her body to tremble. A primal, almost unbearable, carnal desire overwhelmed her, immersing her in her son's vigorous assault.
Finally, Rong Xiaoying broke free from Zhang Jiaping's passionate kiss, her face flushed with shyness, her alluring eyes half-closed as she moaned wantonly.
Zhang Jiaping continued his vigorous thrusting. Rong Xiaoying felt as if insects were crawling and biting deep within her plump womb, a sensation both uncomfortable and pleasurable, an indescribable pleasure swirling through her body. Her plump, white, tender buttocks moved in rhythm with her son's thrusts.
Zhang Jiaping thrust violently, sometimes left, sometimes right, causing Rong Xiaoying's burning desire to expose her hidden, seductive and wanton nature. She moaned and groaned, her fragrant lips parting to emit increasingly intoxicating sounds.
"...Oh...oh...good son...ah...so good...so...so comfortable...I can't take it anymore...ah...ah...Jiaping...you're so amazing...ah..." Extreme pleasure transformed into wanton cries. Her heart, burning with desire, was in turmoil, and she could no longer maintain her composure. Trembling, she moaned repeatedly, "...um...uh...ah...son...more...more...ah...ah...I'm going to die...ah...ah...um..." Rong Xiaoying was driven mad by Zhang Jiaping's violent thrusts, her delicate... Her lips emitted soft, panting breaths, her delicate face swayed frequently, her alluring eyes barely open, her flowing hair danced in the wind, and her beautiful skin was soaked with fragrant sweat. The intense flames of desire ignited within her caused her to reveal a wanton and seductive demeanor. There was no other thought in her mind; she was completely immersed in the pleasure of sex, her body and soul utterly surrendered to Zhang Jiaping's conquest. Her desires were in full bloom, and the blissful sensation made her moan with satisfaction.
Watching his mother's wanton screams and cries, Zhang Jiaping triumphantly thrust his enormous, erect penis deep into her already retreating flesh, asking, "Mom, do you like it? Does it feel good?"
"...Oh...oh...it feels so good...so good...so good...son...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm going to...I'm going to cum...I'm cumming...ah...ah...it feels so good...ah...um...um..." Rong Xiaoying moaned coquettishly , her brows furrowed, the extreme pleasure making her lose her senses, thick streams of hot, lustful fluid gushing from her vagina.
********** ... "What are you yelling about? Ladies, thank you so much. By the way, may I ask how I should address you? Hmm..." The man was initially furious, but upon recognizing Zhang Jiaping, he immediately remembered the scene by Mirror Lake the previous night. He and his wife were the middle-aged couple who had sat with Zhang Jiaping and his mother. "Ahem!" The woman beside him coughed lightly, giving her husband a wink. "Hehe, we won't disturb you any longer, we'll head down now." The middle-aged man said hastily, and he and his wife hurried down the mountain path. Zhang Jiaping glanced at the couple, then at the two girls, the same girls he had been with the previous night. He nodded in greeting and then also headed down the mountain path. "Hey, young man, what's your name?" one of the girls asked. Zhang Jiaping, annoyed by the middle-aged man, ignored him and continued on his way. "Pingping, if they don't want to answer, don't ask. It feels really good to be at the summit!" the other girl said. Zhang Jiaping didn't look back, just kept walking, and soon reached the mountainside. Suddenly, a torrential downpour began. Zhang Jiaping spotted a small house by the roadside and quickly ran towards it. Inside, he found only a few people: Xu Jingzi, the tour guide, and the couple he'd met on the mountain. They didn't seem to be wet. Then another couple rushed in, also around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, completely soaked. He could vaguely see the woman wasn't wearing a bra, and her purplish-red areolas peeked through her wet t-shirt, stirring up Zhang Jiaping's lingering lust. With a bang, the door opened again, and two girls burst in. The room was practically overflowing. These were the two girls he'd met on the mountaintop. They were drenched, their curves almost completely exposed, their alluring figures laid bare before Zhang Jiaping. Zhang Jiaping and the middle-aged man's lecherous eyes kept sweeping over the three women who had been soaked by the rain. Their clothes, already drenched, could no longer conceal their alluring and beautiful bodies; on the contrary, they possessed a unique charm. The young woman seemed to notice and reached out to cover her exposed areas. "Qingqi, what are they looking at?" asked the girl named Pingping. Qingqi blushed and said unhappily, "You silly boy, I told you not to dress so scantily, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened, everyone can see you naked. Are you happy now?" "No... ah... I'm so embarrassed!" Pingping immediately understood what Qingqi meant and quickly hid behind Qingqi, saying, "When did you ever say that? You said this morning you wanted to wear less and show off your youthful charm. Why have you changed your mind now?" At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly chopped the young man next to him to the ground with a chop, yelling, "I can't take it anymore!" He rushed to the door, locked the wooden door, and began tearing off his clothes. In a short while, he was completely naked, his erect penis looking extremely terrifying between his pubic hair and plump white flesh. "Haoming, no!" The middle-aged woman finally reacted and hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was to no avail. The man named Haoming grabbed Pingping and pulled her in front of him, tearing off her dress. Terrified, Pingping forgot to resist and only tried her best to cover her private parts.

Qingqi, Xu Jingzi, and the young woman hid behind the middle-aged beauty.
With a "ripping" sound, Pingping's panties were torn, and Haoming grabbed her legs and forcefully pulled them apart.
All the women closed their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the rape.
The tightly closed legs were finally opened, and Haoming's penis was about to enter Pingping's body.
With a "thud," a body fell to the ground, while Zhang Jiaping squatted down in front of Pingping and said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's really okay."
Pingping suddenly threw herself into his arms and cried.
The naked body made Zhang Jiaping's lust even more uncontrollable. He wanted to push her away, but he was afraid of hurting her even more.
"Watch out!" The middle-aged beauty's voice suddenly rang out. Zhang Jiaping turned his head and saw Haoming standing up from behind, his eyes filled with a strange look. He hurriedly released Pingping and punched Haoming straight in the face.
"Hehe, you little bastard, I am immortal. Your two blows are nothing more than a tickle."
Haoming blocked Zhang Jiaping's punch and pushed it away with a palm strike. Zhang Jiaping changed his move and used all his Qianyang True Qi to attack Haoming's abdomen.
"Ah! Kid, you actually have some skills. Watch my Demonic Flame Soaring to the Heavens."
Zhang Jiaping, who had just vanished, sighed inwardly: his life was in danger. But
suddenly, a strange true Qi surged through his body, and Zhang Jiaping unleashed a Qiankun Twist with all his might. "Qianyang Heavenly Gang!? Impossible, impossible..." Haoming suddenly turned around, crashed through the wall, and disappeared.
********** ... As the women arrived at Qin Siyao and her husband's room, Zhang Jiaping, having learned their names on the way back, noted that the middle-aged beauty was Qin Siyao, the young woman was Zhou Handan, and the two girls were Li Qingqi and Ma Pingping. Qin Siyao's husband, Sima Haoming, and Zhou Handan's husband, Le Kaicheng, were missing and still unconscious, respectively. "Mrs. Sima, I think everyone needs your explanation, so please speak quickly," Xu Jingzi said bluntly. "Where to begin?" Qin Siyao considered before speaking, "About half a year ago, my husband started frequently spacing out for no apparent reason, and then he would brutally abuse me." Seeing everyone's skeptical expressions, Qin Siyao steeled herself and stripped naked, spreading her legs to reveal a bloodied and mangled vulva, a testament to old wounds that had been reopened with new ones. The women couldn't help but turn their heads away. Zhang Jiaping also looked away, but was drawn to Qin Siyao's impressive breasts and couldn't help but look away. The primal desire he was trying to suppress was making him extremely uncomfortable. "A month ago, I discovered that my husband often muttered to himself: 'This god has descended to earth and must enjoy all the pleasures of humankind.' After that, he became even more cruel to me," she said, then pried open the chrysanthemum petals for everyone to see, revealing another bloody and gruesome sight. She continued, "But after he regained his senses, he became very taciturn, but the way he looked at beautiful women was even more unsettling." Zhou Handan casually picked up Qin Siyao's top to cover up this heartbreaking scene. "So, I found a friend. After he met my husband once, he said that he was possessed by a Yin Demon from the Nine Netherworld. His magic power was too low to dare to fight against the Yin Demon God. Only the Holy Buddha Venerable of Holy Buddha Mountain could suppress the Yin Demon. So I tried every possible way to get him to come to Holy Buddha Mountain with me, but who knew that something would happen before we even reached the Holy Buddha Temple." "Really?" Li Qingqi clearly didn't believe it, but the scene on the mountainside made her heart pound. "Then let's hurry to the Holy Buddha Temple." "What's the rush?" Xu Jingzi said. "You can't completely disbelieve about gods and demons, but you can't believe them entirely either. Xiaoping, what did you feel at the time?" Zhang Jiaping said lazily, "I didn't feel anything, I just felt a strange aura appear on his body, which made me very uncomfortable." Of course, he wouldn't say that at the time he actually had a desire to have his way with the five of them. "In that case, let's hurry to the Holy Buddha Temple." Ma Pingping said. Zhou Handan shook her head and said, "It's not that simple. We were only two or three miles away from the Holy Buddha Temple when a sudden downpour occurred, while other places didn't get a drop of rain. This proves that the Yin Demon God can already control the power of nature, and he would never let us approach the Holy Buddha Temple so easily. However, Xiaoping wasn't afraid like us at all, and even drove it away, which proves that there's something strange about Xiaoping too." "Yes, yes, there's definitely something strange about this kid. Our Pingping is still gazing at him with affection." Li Qingqi quickly interjected. "That's not what I'm talking about," Zhou Handan said, "Xiaoping must have something that can restrain the Yin Demon..." "Could it be the Qianyang Heart Sutra!" Zhang Jiaping blurted out, but immediately realized something was wrong and quickly shut his mouth. He saw all the women staring at him and couldn't help but feel embarrassed, saying, "Why are you all looking at me?" " That's right, Qianyang Tiangang. When Mr. Sima was struck by your palm, he said the words Qianyang Tiangang." Xu Jingzi said with a smile. "Yes, yes, that's it! That's it!!" Li Qingqi also said. "If I remember correctly, it should be the four characters 'Qianyang Tiangang'." Zhou Handan also laughed. "I remember it very clearly, it's 'Qianyang Tiangang'." Ma Pingping said with her big, round eyes. "That's right, it's 'Qianyang Tiangang'." Qin Siyao's words were the final word. "Xiaoping, you should explain it." Xu Jingzi said. Zhang Jiaping suddenly grinned wickedly and said, "You really want to know the Qianyang Heart Sutra?" After receiving affirmative nods from the five women, he continued, "The Qianyang Heart Sutra is a training method that requires dual cultivation between men and women to progress. To put it bluntly, it requires sexual intercourse to improve. However, for women, it only improves their physical constitution; but for men, it's different. After each dual cultivation session with a woman, their power increases to a certain extent. The Qianyang Heavenly Gang is the highest realm of the Qianyang Heart Sutra. So, do you understand? I've only just entered the Qianyang Heart Sutra. To reach the Qianyang Heavenly Gang realm, I need at least ten women, and you've only reached half. Moreover, even if I reach the Qianyang Heavenly Gang realm, I'll only be slightly stronger than the Yin Demon God. Do you understand?" The five women blushed and were speechless. After a long pause, Xu Jingzi said, "Can you guarantee success?" "Whether it will succeed is unknown. But whether you're willing is also unknown... So it's all just talk... Besides, what does this have to do with me? I'm here for tourism, not to exorcise demons... Bye-bye, I'm going back." Zhang Jiaping said, heading towards the door. "No... don't go!" Qin Siyao blocked Zhang Jiaping's path, saying, "I'm willing, I'm willing to assist you in your training." The other four women blushed, their eyes darting around as they considered the situation. Zhang Jiaping stopped, looking at Qin Siyao with lustful eyes, seemingly about to nod, then about to shake his head, and opened his mouth to speak. "Okay, I'll definitely arrange the people you need." Xu Jingzi also spoke. "What!" This suddenly stunned Zhang Jiaping. He hadn't expected that the problem he had deliberately created for these women would be resolved so easily. Zhang Jiaping had absolutely no interest in the matter of demons; he didn't want to create trouble for himself for no reason.

Li Qingqi glanced at Zhang Jiaping without a hint of amusement and said, "What, is it not okay? If you really have the ability, I'll let you off this time. No, Pingping and I will both do whatever you want, right, Pingping? I'm just afraid some people only know how to brag and then run away when faced with a problem."
Ma Pingping also mustered up her courage and said, "Yes, I'm willing too." After saying that, she secretly glanced at Zhang Jiaping and then covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at anyone else.
"What did you say? Do you think I, Zhang Jiaping, am that kind of person? Fine, I agree."
Zhang Jiaping was provoked by Li Qingqi and was quite unhappy. He agreed without hesitation, but then he was overjoyed. A fourteen-year-old boy, experiencing the pleasure of desire for the first time, was not going to refuse any advances. Moreover, after practicing martial arts for half a year, he also wanted to see how good he was.
"Hehe, I'll be waiting to see!" Li Qingqi suddenly felt she was being taken advantage of and said, "Look at you, so skinny, can you handle ten women? Don't be a show-off, just trying to take advantage of me."
"I am a show-off, you try me. Don't say ten, even twenty, I can handle them. Don't you want to try right now?" Zhang Jiaping said to Li Qingqi, "I'm just afraid some people will back down."
"You..." Li Qingqi's face turned red with anger and she was about to retort.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. How about this, everyone go and rest first. We'll go to the Holy Buddha Temple this afternoon, okay?" Zhou Handan interrupted their argument.
"Okay, let's do it that way." Xu Jingzi made the final decision.
(IV)
Zhang Jiaping returned to his room and had just pushed open the door when he heard Rong Xiaoying's voice: "Oh, you're back. Did you have fun today? You left your old mother alone in the hotel to enjoy yourself, didn't you?"
Her words didn't sound like a mother's concern for her son; instead, they sounded like a jealous wife.
Zhang Jiaping hugged Rong Xiaoying tightly and said, "Mom, I missed you so much!" "
Missed me! You didn't miss me, you missed..." Before Rong Xiaoying could finish speaking, Zhang Jiaping sealed her rosy lips
with his, savoring her lovely, soft tongue. "...Mmm...ah...mmm...no...ah...mmm...oh..." Rong Xiaoying slumped in Zhang Jiaping's arms, moaning as his hands explored her body. But the storm of passion from last night was still fresh in her memory, and her heart was filled with fear.
Zhang Jiaping had been suppressing his lust for a while, and his mother's resistance only added to his amusement. In their passionate embrace, they quickly removed their physical barriers, revealing themselves naked once more. His
erect penis, proud and eager, was ready to pounce, while Rong Xiaoying's delicate body, still bearing traces of last night's passion, only fueled his desire.
"...Mmm...slower...mmm...you rascal...uh...mmm...ah...my little darling...please spare me...ah...if...if I let you...uh...do it...do it a few more times...uh...if your mother...uh...I won't...I won't get out of here alive!" Rong Xiaoying pleaded with her son.
Zhang Jiaping brandished his imposing, powerful weapon, gently pinching Rong Xiaoying's two full, rosy nipples with his fingers, and said reluctantly, "Oh, my dear mother, just let me have my fill!"
His face full of expectation made Rong Xiaoying nod involuntarily, saying, "Okay, I promise you, but you have to be gentle."
"Okay, I know," Zhang Jiaping casually replied, gently carrying his mother to the bedside, saying, "Mom, don't worry, I definitely won't make you feel too uncomfortable, hehe!" He
then laid Rong Xiaoying's smooth, white body flat on the bed, his eyes fixed on his mother's naked, voluptuous form, his breathing suddenly becoming rapid.
He jumped onto the bed, burying his head in her firm, plump breasts, his tongue gently licking and sucking. His hands, of course, weren't idle either. The sound of his mother's moans amplified the sensation, and the mature, fragrant scent emanating from her body made Zhang Jiaping's penis grow even harder.
Rong Xiaoying gripped her son's shoulders tightly, moaning with pleasure in sync with his movements. Zhang Jiaping gently stroked his mother's hips with his right index and middle fingers, feeling her fair, smooth skin. Her two pink legs were wide open, and his penetration was just inches away.
Without wasting any more time, Zhang Jiaping parted his mother's legs, aimed, and entered Rong Xiaoying's body through the overflowing fluids of her vagina. A different view, a different feeling—the initial curiosity was gone.
Zhang Jiaping gently controlled the speed of his thrusts, the warm, moist sensation filling his vagina, immersing him completely.
Rong Xiaoying's plump, tender flesh gripped her son's erect penis tightly. At the same time, she embraced Zhang Jiaping's straight back and said, "Jiaping, I heard you talking to some women from the tour group in the next room. Why didn't you come back to your room? Are you disgusted with me?"
Rong Xiaoying asked, the implication clear.
Zhang Jiaping, while thrusting vigorously, said, "Of course not, Mom, my darling, my precious, I was going to tell you anyway..."
He then recounted what had happened, continuing to thrust his penis in and out, eliciting soft moans from Rong Xiaoying, who now understood the gist of the matter. The
Holy
Buddha Temple is situated halfway up Holy Buddha Mountain. The temple houses forty to fifty monks. Abbot Mingfang, a Zen master who became a monk at a young age, is considered the foremost authority on Buddhism and Zen. However, due to old age and declining health, his three disciples, Huiyuan, Huizhi, and Huifu, have taken over the management of the temple.
Huiyuan, the oldest and most mature, is the obvious choice to succeed him. Huizhi is resourceful and meticulous, making decisions on all matters concerning the temple. Huifu possesses exceptional financial management skills, and the entire livelihood of the monks depends on him.
Around three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhang Jiaping and his group arrived at Shengfo Temple. They saw six women of varying ages surrounding a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old, after they had finished worshipping in the main hall. One of the women, a beautiful woman of about twenty-five, asked the guest monk, "Master, is Zen Master Mingfang available? We have something we would like to ask him for guidance."
The one who asked the question was Xu Jingzi. After all, what had happened that morning was still bothering them, so they came to Shengfo Temple to pay their respects to Buddha and also to seek advice from Zen Master Mingfang.
The guest monk, named Xinghe, was a prized disciple of Abbot Huifu. Hearing Xu Jingzi's words, he replied, "Madam, Master Mingfang has long since retired from worldly affairs. Our Uncle Huizhi has deeply inherited the Buddhist teachings passed down from our master. Madam, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask Uncle Huizhi."
Qin Siyao said, "Then please trouble Master to inform Uncle Huizhi. We have a strange matter we'd like him to resolve."
Xinghe returned the greeting and said, "Then, esteemed guests, please follow this humble monk to the guest quarters to rest. This humble monk will go and inform Uncle Huizhi immediately."
Rong Xiaoying said, "Then we'll trouble Master."
The group followed Xinghe to the guest quarters to rest temporarily, waiting for him to invite Abbot Huizhi.
A servant monk served tea, and everyone felt a little thirsty, so they each drank a few sips, chatting amongst themselves.
After about five or six minutes, Xinghe led in a monk in his early forties, dressed in brightly colored robes. His face was flushed, and his eyes darted around, constantly scrutinizing Rong Xiaoying and the other women.
Qin Siyao and the other women quickly stood up and bowed to Huizhi, saying, "Is this Master Huizhi?"
Before Xinghe could speak, Huizhi replied, "This humble monk is indeed Huizhi. Xinghe just told me that you all have something to ask me. May I ask what it is?"
Zhou Handan looked at everyone and, noticing that Qin Siyao was about to speak, quickly said, "Master Huizhi, we saw something strange while touring Holy Buddha Mountain today. Later, we heard about the origin of Holy Buddha Mountain and felt that there might be a connection between the two. Therefore, we have taken the liberty of coming to bother you, hoping that you can clear up our doubts."
Monk Huizhi had initially thought they were just tourists. She had only asked herself about Buddhist scriptures and rituals, never expecting them to ask such strange questions. It was completely unexpected. She didn't believe in the so-called legends at all, so she replied, "I don't know what you gentlemen saw that makes you think it's related to the origin of Holy Buddha Mountain."
Zhou Handan was about to speak when she felt a wave of dizziness. Looking down, she saw Xu Jingzi, Qin Siyao, Rong Xiaoying, Ma Pingping, Li Qingqi, and Zhang Jiaping had all fainted on the ground. She shook her head and collapsed into her chair.
Monk Huizhi clapped his hands, and then Xinghe and another handsome young monk walked in.
"Xinghe and Xingren, hurry up and move these women to the secret room. I didn't expect them to be so good-looking. Move that brat over with him too; Huifu likes them the most." After giving the instructions, Huizhi left the guest room.
Xinghe opened the hidden door to the secret room, and he and Xingren quickly carried everyone inside.
Xingren asked, "Senior brother, I wonder if we can get a share after Master and the others have enjoyed themselves?"
Xinghe replied, "Xingren, don't worry. After Master and the others used these women to practice their skills, we were always the ones who cleaned up the mess. With these six women, the Zodiac is complete. Once Master and the others have mastered the Supreme Yin-Yang Technique, these women will be useless. You and I can enjoy them however we want, haha!" As he spoke, his hands roamed over Zhou Handan's body, which he was holding, and he laughed lewdly.
Xingren followed suit, caressing and groping Qin Siyao's body, indulging in his lust. He said with a lewd laugh, "Senior brother, this woman is much prettier than the previous ones. Just thinking about Master and the others..." Before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground with a "plop."
Xinghe's heart tightened, and he said, "Xingren, what happened to you..." He also collapsed to the ground before he could finish speaking.
Zhang Jiaping suddenly sprang to his feet, kicked the two monks, and said, "I was wondering why my mother and the others had suddenly collapsed. Turns out it was you guys who did this. Luckily, I didn't drink the tea, or I'd be dead." He then surveyed his surroundings. The walls were lavishly decorated, with twelve erotic pictures in various poses hanging on the walls. He couldn't help but sigh, "Hehe, what a fine collection!"
His mind immediately raced: This might be the Zodiac cultivation chart they were talking about. But wait, why would the head monk of the Holy Buddha Temple hang the chart here? Wasn't he worried about his disciples secretly practicing it?
Zhang Jiaping quickly realized: the Zodiac cultivation required twelve women simultaneously, and it also needed a specific mental technique to be effective. But where was the cultivation technique?
Zhang Jiaping fell into deep thought.
It seemed like a long time had passed before Zhang Jiaping opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is!"
His doubts resolved, Zhang Jiaping's eyes returned to the hanging Zodiac Twelve Palaces cultivation chart. With his superhuman memory, the contents of the chart were deeply imprinted in his mind.
Only then did Zhang Jiaping remember that Rong Xiaoying and the other six were still unconscious from the drug. He walked to his mother's side, placed his palm on her chest, and channeled internal energy from her Tanzhong acupoint into her body, circulating it through her seven meridians and eight extraordinary vessels.
Rong Xiaoying opened her eyes, asking with a hint of confusion, "Jiaping, where is this? How did I get here?"
Zhang Jiaping replied, "Mom, you were drugged by the monks at the Holy Buddha Temple. If I hadn't reacted quickly, you might already be writhing under those lecherous monks!" A strange smile played on his lips.
Rong Xiaoying, now fully awake, said, "So these monks weren't good people after all. Hmm, how come you weren't drugged?"
Zhang Jiaping boasted, "With my handsome looks, dashing appearance, intelligence, and decisive judgment, how could I let these bald monks succeed..."
Rong Xiaoying interrupted Zhang Jiaping's self-indulgence, saying, "Alright, alright, stop praising yourself. Hurry up and wake them up."
Zhang Jiaping then stopped praising his great achievements and walked to Qin Siyao, Zhou Handan, Xu Jingzi, Ma Pingping, and Li Qingqi, using his internal energy to force out the drug from their bodies. Of course, he also took the opportunity to grope the women quite a bit, and casually compared their breasts: Qin Siyao's were plump and magnificent, Zhou Handan's were smooth and supple, Xu Jingzi's were of a suitable size, Ma Pingping's were just beginning to develop, and Li Qingqi's were white and smooth.
After the women awoke and learned of their situation, Xu Jingzi said, "So, besides us, there are six other women in the hands of these thieving monks. Jia... Jiaping, could you rescue them too?"
Zhang Jiaping replied, "We're still trapped in this secret room, and it's uncertain how we'll get out. You want me to rescue people? Are you kidding me? Just the few of you are enough of a headache; adding six more would only make things worse!"

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