Wuxia 13 Sister

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In the late Ming Dynasty, in the Wuyi Mountains, there was a lush mountain range known as "Four Buddha Ridge" because it housed four temples, each with its own treasured artifact: a golden Buddha, a silver Guanyin, a bronze Arhat, and an iron Vajra. Thus, the four temples were respectively called "Golden Buddha Temple," "Silver Buddha Temple," "Bronze Buddha Temple," and "Iron Buddha Temple." The Wuyi Mountains enjoyed favorable weather year after year, which everyone attributed to the blessings of the bodhisattvas in these four temples. People from hundreds of miles around came to burn incense and worship, making the four temples extremely popular and renowned.
However, later, four evil monks arrived, killing or driving away the original abbots of the temples, seizing control of the four temples, and proclaiming themselves the Golden Buddha Master, Silver Buddha Master, Bronze Buddha Master, and Iron Buddha Master. They taught the young monks not to chant scriptures and recite Buddhist prayers, but to practice martial arts. They also forced the surrounding people to pay exorbitant taxes; those who refused were either beaten or imprisoned in the temples and severely tortured. Several young monks, enraged, tried to reason with them, but they were no match for these martial arts-practicing monks. They were beaten bloody, with broken legs and arms, and had no choice but to swallow their anger. Many fled to seek refuge with relatives and friends, or went far away.
At this time, a female knight-errant appeared. Because she was the thirteenth child in her family, she was known as Thirteenth Sister. She possessed excellent martial arts skills, loved to fight injustice, and always opposed evil forces. On several occasions, she drove away the evil monks who tried to collect rent. Mentioning Thirteenth Sister, the monks of the four temples all turned pale at the mention of her name, and dared not even go to collect rent. What made the four evil monks lose face even more was that the temple's most treasured artifacts were stolen overnight. They believed it must have been Thirteenth Sister who did it, and they hated her with a vengeance. However, she was highly skilled in martial arts, appearing and disappearing without a trace, and the four monks were powerless against her.
One day, the monk Jinfo devised a wicked plan. He ordered his monks to capture over a hundred women and imprison them in the temple, claiming they were secretly involved with the female bandit Thirteen Sister. He gave them ten days to hand over Thirteen Sister; otherwise, they would be sent to a desolate land to be forced into prostitution. Cries filled the temple grounds. On
the afternoon of the tenth day, Jinfo ordered his monks to gather the women in an open area at the foot of the mountain in front of the temple. Seeing that it was getting late, Jinfo was about to order them to be taken away when
suddenly, dust billowed in the distance, and a black horse galloped towards them. Riding a woman, her cloak billowing in the wind, she resembled a lithe eagle descending from the sky. As
the black horse drew closer, the woman dismounted; it was a young woman. She slapped the horse's rump, and the large black horse turned and galloped away, disappearing into the distance.
Everyone looked at the woman; she was slender and graceful. She was dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, but only in black and red: black clothes, black trousers, and a red belt around her waist, outlining her slender waist and full breasts, arousing endless fantasies. She wore red leather boots with a black leather trim on the top. Her jet-black hair was tied back with a red scarf, with two bright red points sticking up in the front. Her black cloak was lined with red. A sword was at her left hip, and a bow, its blade and body also in black and red, was slung across her shoulder. A black veil covered her face, obscuring her features, but revealing arched eyebrows and a pair of large, expressive eyes beneath long eyelashes.
"Who are you?" the Golden Buddha monk shouted.
"Thirteenth Sister." Upon hearing this, all the monks took a step back in fright.
"Are you really Thirteenth Sister?" the Golden Buddha monk asked in surprise, unable to believe that Thirteenth Sister had actually returned to walk right into their trap.
"I am Thirteen Sister, my name is the same as always." "How can you convince us that you are Thirteen Sister?" Monk Jinfo was still unconvinced. It turned out that Thirteen Sister always wore a black veil over her face when she fought against evil, so although they had dealt with her many times, they had never seen her true face.
"Alright, today I will show you my face."
With that, the girl raised her hand and removed the black veil from Thirteen Sister's face. As soon as the veil was removed, everyone couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!" They had all thought that someone who practiced martial arts must be burly and fierce, but they never expected to see an incredibly pretty face. She had fair skin, cherry-red lips, a small and straight nose, and especially a bright, clear eye, as clear as a lake, with long eyelashes that blinked, exuding a girlish innocence. Everyone was stunned, thinking she was a celestial being descended to earth.
Then the girl gave a cold laugh, took the bow from her shoulder, and pulled an iron ball from her slingshot. She drew the bow to its full extent and shouted, "Look at the third bell on the left!" With that, she released it, and the iron ball whistled through the air. With a clang, the third wind chime under the eaves on the left side of the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple was knocked away.
"Good!" cheers erupted from the monks. Some of the monks who had suffered at the hands of Thirteen Sister's bullet-throwing technique couldn't help but rub their bald heads.
But then, with a "thud," the girl threw the bow and slingshot to the ground in front of her. Everyone
was stunned.
The girl then drew her sword, and with a slight flourish, her entire body was enveloped in sword light. When she stopped, her face was neither flushed nor out of breath, but small cuts were visible on the leaves of the large willow tree beside her. Everyone recognized that this was indeed Thirteen Sister's unique swordsmanship.
She really was Thirteen Sister.
But then the girl threw the sword to the ground as well.
Everyone was stunned again. For martial artists, weapons are life itself; surrendering a weapon is tantamount to handing over one's life to another.
"Old bald monk, you must keep your word. Release these respectable women, and my Thirteenth Sister will be at your mercy." Upon hearing this, the captured women were both happy and worried. Happy because they had hope of rescue, worried because such a beautiful heroine would surely suffer at the hands of these wicked monks. For the past ten days, they had only suffered minor physical pain, yet they were already crying and screaming. The monks said this was only the lightest punishment; if they were subjected to more severe torture, how could their bodies withstand it? The thought sent chills down their spines. Meanwhile, the
monks were overjoyed. In the past, they had tried every means to capture Thirteenth Sister but had always failed. Now, she had delivered herself to their doorstep—it was truly unbelievable.
"Well done, Thirteenth Sister! You truly have a chivalrous heart. You were willing to risk your life to save these strangers. I admire you. I, the Golden Buddha Monk, am a man of my word. Men, release them!" With that, the Golden Buddha Monk waved his hand, and the monk soldiers withdrew their encirclement.
Over a hundred women were overjoyed. They thanked Thirteenth Sister profusely, reunited with their families standing on the other side, embraced each other, and wept bitterly for a while. Like fish that had escaped the net, they hurriedly left, fearing any further trouble and being captured again.
The square, which had been filled with the cries of husbands and wives, fathers and children, fell silent in an instant. On one side, only Thirteenth Sister remained standing there alone, the setting sun casting her long shadow on the ground, making her appear particularly lonely; on the other side, a hundred or so monk soldiers stood ready, swords drawn, a dark mass. Facing over a hundred people alone, she felt an indescribable loneliness.
She had stepped forward to save the people in distress, but would anyone come to her rescue when she was in distress? She knew this evil force was too powerful, and the common people were too weak; how could she dare to confront it? She took a deep breath, trying to relax her nerves to prepare for the great test to come.
"Hahaha, Thirteenth Sister, you're exactly what I want. You alone are far better than those hundred-plus. Men, surround her!" the Golden Buddha monk ordered.
The monk soldiers, wielding clubs, obeyed and ran in from both sides. Thirteenth Sister watched the monk soldiers approach, her heart filled with a fierce struggle: escape or not? Her palms were slightly sweaty, and she unconsciously clenched her fists. Several times she wanted to rush out, but she restrained herself. As the net tightened, her chance of escape dwindled, and her heart sank deeper and deeper. Finally, the two lines joined together, and the net closed. Thirteenth Sister looked around and saw seventy or eighty well-trained monk soldiers surrounding her, maintaining a distance of about ten feet, like an iron barrel.
"Take away her bow and sword," the Golden Buddha monk further ordered.
Two monks carefully picked up Thirteen Sister's bow and sword from the ground. Seeing that Thirteen Sister did not make a move, they quickly returned and handed them to the Golden Buddha Monk.
Seeing that Thirteen Sister was unarmed, the Golden Buddha Monk felt even more at ease: "Men, tie her up." Four burly monks approached Thirteen Sister from all sides, one of them carrying a bundle of rope.
Resisting now offered a last chance to escape; if she were tied up, she would be at their mercy, and Thirteen Sister had no idea what fate awaited her. But having made up her mind to sacrifice herself to save others, how could she go back on her word? In the brief moment of hesitation, the four monks grabbed her arms.
A sense of foreboding washed over her; Thirteen Sister felt panicked and regretted her decision. "No…don't tie me up…" she struggled desperately, trying to break free. At 1.68 meters tall, Thirteen Sister was considered tall for a woman, but the four specially chosen monks were all over 1.8 meters tall and incredibly strong; Thirteen Sister still appeared petite among them. Thirteen Sister fought back fiercely, but with four monks pressing against her, she couldn't use her fists and feet effectively and was extremely passive. Some monks grabbed her waist, some pulled her arms, and some tripped her up. Thirteen Sister could only resist with all her might. From a distance, all that could be seen was five people tangled together, shifting from one side to the other, the dust rising up making it difficult for the watching monks to tell whether Thirteen Sister had been subdued.
Monk Golden Buddha was so nervous that his heart was in his throat.
The four monks were no ordinary people after all. One monk wrapped his arm around Thirteen Sister's neck, making it hard for her to breathe. Another monk pressed hard on Thirteen Sister's shoulder pressure point, and Thirteen Sister felt a wave of numbness and weakness in her arm. Her hand was pulled apart by the four monks, who then twisted it behind her back. Thirteen Sister was a martial artist with strong muscles, and although she was at a disadvantage, she was not easily subdued. Seeing this, two of the four monks grabbed her legs and lifted her up with all their might. Thirteen Sister, suspended in mid-air, lost her balance and was thrown face down to the ground. The four monks quickly pinned her down. One monk straddled her flailing legs, while the other two twisted her arms behind her back, binding her wrists tightly behind her back.
"Quick, tie her up! We can't hold her down any longer!" three monks urged the monk with the rope.
The monk with the rope immediately looped it around Thirteen Sister's shoulders, quickly wrapping it around her wrists, then crossing and tightening the rope around her wrists, passing it through the rope behind her neck, and lifting her wrists upwards until the rope was completely tight around her arms. Finally, the rope passed through her wrists again. In this way, Thirteen Sister's wrists were tied behind her back, from her shoulders to her wrists, making it impossible for her to move.
The four monks were panting heavily, having struggled greatly to finally bind her securely.
"Thirteenth Sister, you want to run now? Too late." Seeing that Thirteenth Sister was still struggling, the four monks, fearing it wasn't secure enough, continued to wrap the rope around her, tying knot after knot until they were sure her arms and body were bound together.
"I never imagined someone so young could have such strength. It took the four of us to tie her up." "That was close, she almost escaped." "But we finally tied her up. Tying up a girl like this is exciting." The monks excitedly looked at the bound female captive, teasing her while also taking liberties with Thirteenth Sister's face and breasts, pinching her until she cried out. "
Bald monk, don't touch me."
Seeing that Thirteenth Sister couldn't escape, the four monks wiped the sweat from their brows and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hahahaha..." The Golden Buddha Monk, who had been somewhat worried when he first saw Thirteenth Sister struggling, laughed heartily now that she was finally bound.
The four monks brought Thirteenth Sister in front of the Golden Buddha Monk. Thirteen Sister, bound and deprived of her freedom for the first time, struggled incessantly, her large eyes revealing defiance and anger.
The Golden Buddha Monk now had a chance to examine Thirteen Sister's face closely. He lifted her chin, and she turned her face away.
"Tsk tsk, such tender skin," the Golden Buddha Monk said, rubbing his fingers together. "What a pretty face." "Golden Buddha Monk, quickly take me to the authorities," Thirteen Sister interrupted him.
"Send her to the authorities? Don't rush."
"Then what do you want?"
"I'll show you the power of my Four Great Buddhist Temples."
"What are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do? You'll find out later."
"Are you going to use torture?"
"Use torture? That's too lenient. Hahahaha... Men, tie her to the pillar in the main hall. Be careful, this girl is highly skilled in martial arts, don't let her escape." The monks swarmed and escorted Thirteen Sister to the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple, leaning her against a thick red wooden pillar. Her arms, shoulders, breasts, waist, abdomen, knees, and feet were all bound to the pillar with ropes, tightened, making her unable to move. They also sent messengers on horseback to inform the other three temples, summoning the Silver, Bronze, and Iron monks to come quickly for discussion.
"Golden Buddha, you old bald donkey, release me quickly!" Thirteen Sister felt very uncomfortable with the Golden Buddha monk's lewd gaze sweeping over her body.
Looking at the captured Thirteen Sister, the Golden Buddha monk was overjoyed. Ever since Thirteen Sister opposed the Four Great Buddhist Temples, causing them considerable trouble, the Golden Buddha Monk had long vowed that if he ever captured her, he would torture her repeatedly to avenge his hatred. He had even dreamt more than once of capturing Thirteen Sister, tying her up, and ravaging her, only to wake up to find himself wet with semen. Now, his dream had become a reality, especially since Thirteen Sister's beauty far exceeded his imagination. A living, breathing, beautiful, youthful, and highly skilled Thirteen Sister was bound before him, and he could do whatever he wanted with her for the foreseeable future. He felt incredibly excited, almost unable to believe his good fortune, and various plans to torture Thirteen Sister flashed through his mind… Just as he was thinking this, his train of thought was interrupted. The Silver, Bronze, and Iron Monks arrived at the Golden Buddha Temple on horseback.
Upon entering, they congratulated the Golden Buddha Monk.
"It's truly a stroke of luck! Capturing this female thief has removed a major threat from our hearts." "Congratulations, Brother! You've truly done a great service to our Four Buddha Ridge!" "Great! From now on, we can finally sleep peacefully, hahaha!" As they spoke, the three monks looked at Thirteen Sister, who was tied to the pillar. They had never seen her before.
"I never expected this female thief to be so beautiful," the Bronze Buddha monk praised.
"That fair skin, those bright, sparkling eyes, that nose, that small mouth, that figure—she's even more beautiful than the Seven Fairies." The Silver Buddha monk said, pinching the heroine's cheek.
"Don't touch me!" Thirteen Sister cried out angrily, struggling in the ropes.
"Heh, quite the temper, huh?" The Silver Buddha monk laughed. "I just love wild, untamed girls; that's the most fun to play with, hahaha." "Exactly, not a single prostitute in the brothel can compare," the Iron Buddha monk said lecherously.
Enraged, Thirteen Sister roared, "You bunch of lecherous donkeys! Release me now! If you dare lay a finger on me, I'll send you all to meet the King of Hell!" "Hahahaha!" Thirteen Sister's words only drew laughter from the four monks.
"Thirteen Sister, you've already surrendered, yet you still dare to boast." "We'll meet the King of Hell, while you ascend to heaven as an immortal!" Seeing the three monks surrounding Thirteen Sister and unwilling to leave, the Golden Buddha Monk called out, "Come, let's discuss how to deal with this female thief." The Iron Buddha Monk immediately interjected, "Give her to our Iron Buddha Temple! Our entire temple has suffered at the hands of this female thief; today we will definitely seek revenge!" "Or give her to our Copper Buddha Temple! Three of my disciples died at her hands; how can we not avenge this?" "Our temple's Silver Guanyin was stolen by this female thief; give her to our temple, and I will definitely get back our treasured artifact!" The debate raged on.
Finally, Monk Jinfo said, "I think everyone should stop arguing. All four of our temples have suffered at the hands of this woman, and we all want to deal with her ourselves to vent our hatred. Now that she's in my hands, why should I be afraid she'll run away?" "Then what should we do, brother?" Monk Tiefo asked impatiently.
"In my opinion," said the monks, "this woman should be dealt with by our four temples in turns, one day per temple. You can each use your own tricks and methods to show her our power and make her submit. What do you say?" The monks all agreed.
To ensure fairness, the four monks drew lots to determine the order of treatment. Iron Buddha Temple was on the first day, Bronze Buddha Temple on the second day, Silver Buddha Temple on the third day, and Gold Buddha Temple on the last day.
The Gold Buddha monk said, "Tormenting her is fine, but we mustn't cripple her. Otherwise, what's the point of it if she comes to me on the fourth day?" The other three monks said, "Brother is absolutely right. We should torture her slowly and enjoy her. That's what makes it interesting." The Gold Buddha monk added, "Since it's the last day for my Gold Buddha Temple, I'll host a feast on the last day. It's a rare occasion for us all to get together. Let's have a good drink and celebrate our capture of the female thief." The monks cheered.
Hearing the four wicked monks treat her like an object to be manipulated, Thirteen Sister was both anxious and angry.
The Golden Buddha Monk grinned wickedly, saying, "This female thief is a peerless beauty in both looks and figure. I've lived most of my life and never seen a woman so skilled in martial arts yet so beautiful. My brother is lucky; this woman has willingly walked into our trap. Today, it's our turn to feast our eyes." "Brother, you mean..." The Silver Buddha Monk seemed to guess the Golden Buddha Monk's meaning.
"Let's have a good look today and see the beauty's jade body."
Upon hearing this, Thirteen Sister was both angry and anxious. Among martial artists, the most ruthless word is "lust." She originally thought that by exchanging herself for the freedom of many women, the monks would at most hand her over to the authorities and throw her in jail. She never expected that these monks would dare to do such a despicable thing.
"Ah, if you dare touch me, I will never forgive you. Do you even deserve to be called Buddhist disciples?" "Thirteenth Sister, you only have yourself to blame. Who told you to be so beautiful? To be able to be close to a beauty like you, I would gladly be punished to go to the eighteenth level of hell. The next four days are your time in hell, but today we're going to play with you first." As he spoke, the four lewd monks surrounded Thirteenth Sister, who was tied to the pillar, with ill intent. She didn't know what they were going to do to her. She had only ever heard of virtuous girls being violated, but she never thought that such a fate would fall on her head.
"Don't come any closer!" Thirteenth Sister cried out.
But the four monks got closer and closer, like four hungry wolves surrounding a lamb.
"Take off her outer clothes first," the Golden Buddha monk ordered.
The Silver and Bronze monks grabbed Thirteenth Sister's arms, one on each side.
"Ah, ah, what are you doing? Let me go..." Thirteenth Sister's big eyes showed a look of panic.
Ignoring Thirteen Sister's cries and resistance, the two monks, Silver and Bronze, first untied the ropes binding her upper body and waist to the pillar, then removed all the ropes binding her upper body. However, her legs and feet remained tied to the pillar, and her hands were still bound behind her back, preventing her escape. The two monks carefully untied the ropes binding her wrists, and before she could struggle, they forcefully twisted her arms backward. Thirteen Sister felt as if her shoulders were about to break, and involuntarily cried out "Ouch!" as she bent over.
"Let's take a look at the beauty's buttocks first." The two monks pressed Thirteen Sister's shoulders down forcefully, twisting her arms so they were raised backward towards the sky.
"Ugh..." Thirteen Sister was in so much pain that she couldn't speak. The poor heroine was forced to bend over and bow her head under the force of two men.
Seeing that Thirteen Sister was unable to resist, the Golden Buddha Monk stepped forward and removed her black cloak, then pulled off the red sash around her waist. The Silver and Bronze Monks grabbed Thirteen Sister's collar and pulled it to the left and right, revealing the girl's full breasts. The two monks then pulled her upper garment down along her arms, revealing Thirteen Sister's rounded shoulders and smooth arms, leaving only a red bodice covering her upper body. Thirteen Sister felt their hands brushing against her breasts, a tingling sensation spreading through her. She felt both ashamed and anxious, and involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!"
The Iron Buddha monk handed over a red rope. The Silver and Bronze monks took the rope and draped it behind Thirteen Sister's neck, over her shoulder, and under her armpit, tightly wrapping it around her arm more than a dozen times. They then tied a knot on each wrist, pulling the rope-bound arm behind her back, with the rope on her left wrist on her right and her right wrist on her left, pulling it taut. The rope then went around the pillar, over her chest and breasts, and tightened behind the pillar. Finally, the rope went from behind the pillar to behind Thirteen Sister's neck, passed through the rope behind her neck, tightened again, and tied a knot behind the pillar. At this point, Thirteen Sister's arm was extremely tightly bound behind her back, completely hidden from view. Her shoulder was also pulled tightly back by the rope, and with the ropes around her breasts, her chest protruded forward. Thirteen Sister, tightly bound to the pillar, now appeared incredibly beautiful and alluring, pitiful yet captivating, arousing both lust and fantasies.
Thirteen Sister, so cruelly bound and tortured, was filled with shame and pain, her body drenched in cold sweat. She cried out, "You're all so cruel..." "Gag her," the Golden Buddha monk ordered.
The Silver and Bronze monks, one with a white towel and the other with a white rope, each took their own.
Thirteen Sister desperately tried to keep her mouth shut, her head struggling to move, but both monks were skilled in martial arts. The Silver Buddha monk pinched her jaw, forcing her mouth open and revealing her white teeth. The Bronze Buddha monk then stuffed the white towel into her small, red mouth. The two monks then used the rope to gag her, preventing the towel from falling out or being pushed out by her tongue. Finally, they tied the rope behind a pillar, immobilizing Thirteen Sister's head.
"Ugh...ugh..." Thirteen Sister cried out in agony, unable to make a sound.
"Take off her pants too."
"Ugh...ugh..." Hearing this, Thirteen Sister struggled again, but couldn't break free of the ropes binding her.
At this moment, the Golden Buddha monk instructed the Silver and Bronze monks to untie the ropes binding Thirteen Sister's legs and feet. He then removed Thirteen Sister's waistband, while the Iron Buddha monk, who was standing nearby, pulled down Thirteen Sister's long black silk trousers to her ankles and quickly removed them, leaving her only in a pair of red shorts.
After the trousers were removed, the three monks bent Thirteen Sister's legs behind a pillar and lifted them high. They then used a red rope to cross and tie Thirteen Sister's ankles together, and then wrapped the red rope tightly around her waist in front of her. This process was repeated several times to re-tie her legs and feet tightly to the pillar.
The Golden Buddha monk ordered the young monks to light more than twenty large candles in the main hall, illuminating the hall brightly.
"Let's see Thirteen Sister now," the four monks said, moving their chairs to a nearby spot to admire the half-naked Thirteen Sister.
At this moment, Thirteen Sister was only covered by a diamond-shaped red bodice. A red rope was attached to the upper corner of the bodice, hanging around her delicate neck. Red ropes sewn to the left and right corners of the bodice were tied behind her waist, with the lower corners hanging down to her waist, covering her navel. But how could such a red bodice completely cover Thirteen Sister's upper body? Her jade-like neck, rounded shoulders, and smooth arms were all tightly bound by red ropes.
Thirteen Sister wore a pair of red silk shorts, revealing her fair and slender thighs. After being tied behind her back to the pillar, her perfectly crossed legs were tightly bound to the pillar with red ropes. Her long, black hair was piled on her head and still tied with a red scarf. A large tuft of black hair at the back of her head hung down to her shoulders like a ponytail, which was very attractive.
Her hands were tightly clasped behind her back, one breast thrusting forward, bound to the pillar. Her two firm breasts pushed against her red undergarment, making them bulge high. The view of her breasts from the side of the undergarment was even more beautiful.
A white towel was stuffed in her mouth, and a white rope tightly bound her mouth, wrapped around the pillar and tied, preventing her head from moving. Not only her head, but her entire body was pressed against the pillar, tightly bound and unable to move, only her long eyelashes blinking. This torture filled Thirteen Sister with shame and indignation; her large eyes were filled with tears, though she tried desperately to hold them back, but it was clear the tears were about to fall. The scene was truly pitiful.
In the candlelight, Thirteen Sister, almost naked and bound to the pillar, was incomparably beautiful, and the four lewd monks were all captivated.
"Truly beautiful," sighed the Golden Buddha monk. He stood up, and the Silver, Jade, and Iron monks followed suit, the four monks then surrounding Thirteen Sister.
"Bring me a knife," the Golden Buddha monk commanded.
A young monk presented a sharp blade on a plate. The Golden Buddha Monk picked it up, tested the edge with his thumb, and slashed at Thirteen Sister's waist. The two corners of her red undergarment parted, a gust of wind lifting it to reveal Thirteen Sister's snow-white belly. The Golden Buddha Monk then moved the blade towards Thirteen Sister's neck, lifting the last rope binding the undergarment, but deliberately not severing it. He wanted to see her reaction. Sure enough, Thirteen Sister's face turned pale, her eyes filled with despair and sorrow. Her white body twisted and struggled within the rope, but she was tightly bound and unable to escape. A muffled "woof" escaped her mouth, which was stuffed with a towel. This was exactly the effect the Golden Buddha Monk wanted. The renowned heroine Thirteen Sister was about to submit to him, the Golden Buddha Monk—this was his moment of triumph.
Everyone in the hall held their breath, waiting for this moment to arrive. With a forceful tug, the Golden Buddha monk snapped the thin string binding the red bodice, then swiftly severed Thirteen Sister's waistband, tearing her red silk shorts to shreds. The bodice and the tattered shorts fluttered to the ground like butterflies, revealing Thirteen Sister's naked body. Bound by red ropes, her skin appeared even whiter than jade. Two glistening nipples adorned her pear-shaped breasts, and between her smooth thighs lay the girl's mysterious vulva. Her pubic hair shone glistening in the candlelight as the wind blew. Because her mouth was bound with a white rope, Thirteen Sister's face was forced to turn forward, her expression of pain and anger undeniably alluring.
The four lecherous monks could no longer restrain themselves and pounced on the girl. The Golden Buddha monk stopped them:
"Wait, let me trim her hair."
He took a sharp blade, touched Thirteen Sister's glistening pubic hair, and began to shave.
Thirteen Sister felt extremely ashamed and struggled desperately, but her body was tightly bound by ropes, and she couldn't move an inch. She only felt a tingling sensation in her genitals, especially when the blade scraped against her flesh, a strange, electric shock-like tremor that she had never experienced before shot straight to her head. Her genitals felt cool, and Thirteen Sister's head drooped down, feeling utterly miserable.
"Alright, pink and tender flesh, it's beautiful, it's a pity to hide it. Aren't you going to thank me?" The Golden Buddha Monk said, picking at the flesh with his fingers.
Then, the Golden Buddha Monk put his nose and mouth to Thirteen Sister's hairless genitals, smelling, kissing, and licking them, while the Bronze Buddha Monk grabbed Thirteen Sister's breasts with both hands and kneaded them forcefully, then bit her nipples with his teeth, while the Silver Buddha Monk cupped Thirteen Sister's face in one hand and kissed her passionately, and the Iron Buddha Monk gnawed at Thirteen Sister's plump buttocks and thighs, his hand also tracing the cleft of her buttocks to pick at Thirteen Sister's anus.
Bound tightly to the pillar, the naked Thirteen Sister was unable to resist, her body subjected to the ravaging of four lecherous monks. Their saliva, teeth marks, and finger marks covered her face.
Thirteen Sister struggled and whimpered. But bound tightly, she was completely powerless to protect herself, tears streaming down her face.
Sometimes, when the pinching became too painful, she couldn't help but cry out, but only whimpering sounds escaped her lips. These sounds excited the four monks even more, causing them to increase their pressure and intensify Thirteen Sister's suffering.
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In the dimly lit dungeon of the Golden Buddha Temple, the naked Thirteen Sister was bound hand and foot to a stone pillar, her thoughts shifting between clarity and confusion.
"Was it right to sacrifice myself to save others? Was it worth it?" she wondered again.
She suddenly remembered meeting an old nun who called herself "Grandma Qingshan" on Mount Jiuhua three months ago. The two hit it off immediately, and Grandma Qingshan's accounts of Thirteen Sister's past were all incredibly accurate, earning Thirteen Sister's deep respect. She then asked Grandma Qingshan about her future. Grandma Qingshan said, "Child, your murderous aura is too strong. From now on, you must do more good deeds. In doing good, a great calamity will befall you. As long as you overcome the calamity, you will achieve enlightenment." Could this be the beginning of this calamity?
She had to grit her teeth and endure it. These four temples were like the gates of hell; she had to get through them. As she thought about it, Thirteen Sister's heart began to calm down, and she leaned against a stone pillar and fell into a deep sleep.
In the main hall, the four lewd monks were still discussing how to humiliate and torture Thirteen Sister in the coming days. One vicious plan after another flashed through their minds and came out of their mouths. When they were pleased with themselves, they laughed loudly... Early the next morning, Thirteen Sister, bound hand and foot to a stone pillar in the dungeon, was awakened by the sound of the cell door opening. She saw the Golden Buddha Monk leading several young monks in. A young monk held a set of red silk clothes on a tray.
"What are you doing?" Thirteen Sister asked, puzzled.
"Put these on, and we'll send you to the Western Paradise."
Her young life was about to end. Thirteen Sister was surprisingly calm. She asked, "Could I cleanse myself before I go?" The Golden Buddha monk hesitated for a moment, then gestured for the young monk to bring a large wooden basin of water. He untied Thirteen Sister from the pillar, laid down the clothes, and left the cell .
Thirteen Sister sat in the basin, carefully washing herself with clean water. She then untangled and washed her hair, retied it with a red scarf, put on the clothes, and sat quietly to wait.
A moment later, the cell door opened. The Golden Buddha monk and the Iron Buddha monk entered with several stern-faced monks. Two of the monks carried executioner's knives on their shoulders. Seeing Thirteen Sister's composed demeanor, the Golden Buddha monk couldn't help but admire her. This young girl had remarkable composure; she was truly fearless.
"Please continue your journey, heroine," the Golden Buddha monk sneered. Two monks stepped forward and bound Thirteen Sister's hands behind her back. Thirteen Sister offered no resistance, allowing them to tie her up. Once bound, the monks escorted Thirteen Sister out of the temple.
Outside, a group of monks from the Iron Buddha Temple were already waiting, along with an oxcart with a tall wooden pillar in the center. The Iron Buddha Temple monks forced Thirteen Sister onto the oxcart, untied the ropes from her hands, and re-tied her hands around the pillar. They then bound her waist, legs, and feet to the pillar as well, and a sign around her neck read "Heroine Thirteen Sister." Two executioners stood on either side.
Thirteen Sister, bound high to a pillar, wore a red dress, red pants, and a red headscarf. Her black hair fluttered in the wind, her eyebrows were bright, her teeth were white, and her chest was high and firm—a beautiful and heroic figure. Below the oxcart, the monks on both sides were bald, wore gray robes, carried wooden clubs on their shoulders, and had fleshy, hideous faces, a stark contrast to Thirteen Sister high above.
The oxcart slowly started moving. Two young monks at the front of the procession banged on gongs: "Come and see the female thief Thirteen Sister! Who dares to oppose our Four Great Temples? This is their fate!" When they reached a market square, the oxcart stopped. The two monks frantically banged on the gongs and shouted for the people to come out and see, but the people of the market had long since fled, and not a single person came out to watch.
Monk Tiefo shouted at Thirteen Sister: "Thirteen Sister, if you promise not to oppose me again, I will spare your life. Otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary." "Kill me or torture me as you please, but if I even frown, I am not Thirteen Sister," Thirteen Sister said loudly, raising her sword-like eyebrows.
"Fine, you've got guts. Bring her down," the Iron Buddha monk commanded.
Two monks untied Thirteen Sister from the pillar, retied her hands, dragged her to the center of the square, and kicked her hard in the back of the knee, sending her crashing to her knees. She tried to stand, but the two strong monks held her down firmly.
"Thirteen Sister, I'm giving you one last chance. I'll ask you one more time: are you willing to no longer be my enemy?" "You oppress the people and prey on the villagers. Even if I don't become your enemy, the heroes of the world won't let you off the hook!" The Iron Buddha monk roared in fury, slapping Thirteen Sister across the face and snatching the plaque from her neck. He shouted, "Executioner, heed my command..." The executioner raised his executioner's blade. Thirteen Sister calmly closed her eyes, awaiting the blade's fall.
Just then, a cry of "Spare her life!" rang out, and a young monk arrived on horseback. The young monk approached Monk Tiefo, dismounted, and said, "Master Jinfo has ordered that the female thief's life be spared for now, to be handed over to Tiefo Temple for punishment." Monk Tiefo had assumed that a young girl like Thirteen Sister would be afraid of death, but he hadn't expected her to be so calm.
"Well done, Thirteen Sister, it seems you really aren't afraid of death. When we get to Tiefo Temple, I'll make you suffer worse than death," Monk Tiefo said viciously.
Thirteen Sister was retied to the wooden post of the oxcart. The oxcart headed towards Tiefo Temple.
Inside the Iron Buddha Temple's dungeon, the walls were covered with ropes, whips, and other instruments of torture. Thirteen Sister was untied from the wooden post of the oxcart and brought in.
The young monks guarding the temple, hearing that Thirteen Sister had been brought in bound, all rushed out to watch.
The Iron Buddha monk wasn't in a hurry to tie Thirteen Sister up; he had a long day to slowly torture her.
"Twist her hands behind her back," the Iron Buddha monk ordered. Two monks then forcefully twisted Thirteen Sister's arms and hands behind her back. Thirteen Sister cried out in pain. Seeing the pain on her face, the Iron Buddha monk felt a surge of pleasure. He reached for Thirteen Sister's breasts, which were forced forward because one of her hands was tied behind her back. Through the thin silk garment, Thirteen Sister's breasts were squeezed out of shape, and waves of tingling made her groan involuntarily.
"Kill me, you beast!" Thirteen Sister cried.
"You may escape death, but you won't escape punishment," the Iron Buddha monk said, his hands continuing to knead Thirteen Sister's breasts.
"Ah...ah..." Thirteen Sister was overwhelmed with shame, twisting her body and trying desperately to escape, which only aroused the lustful thoughts of Monk Iron Buddha.
He then took a rope and tied Thirteen Sister's hands behind her back, then tied another rope to her ankle. The rope was then threaded through Thirteen Sister's bound hand, and with a pull, Thirteen Sister's hand and foot were brought together. The rope continued to wrap, tightly binding Thirteen Sister's hand and foot together. Monk Iron Buddha then took another rope and tied it to Thirteen Sister's bound hand and foot. The other end of the rope was swung over the roof beam, and two monks pulled the rope down, suspending Thirteen Sister, bound hand and foot, high in the air by the four horses. Thirteen Sister, dressed in red, hung in the air with her body arched backwards, her head lowered, her beautiful hair obscuring her face.
"Crack!" The whip cracked. The soft whip struck Thirteen Sister's body, causing a burning pain. Thirteen Sister bit her lip, remaining silent. Another lash followed, and Thirteen Sister still didn't cry out, but eventually she couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, "Ah!" Hearing Thirteen Sister's cry, the Iron Buddha Monk was pleased; this showed that even such a heroic woman as Thirteen Sister had her moments of weakness. He whipped her even harder, until Thirteen Sister screamed repeatedly.
The young monks watching from the window, seeing Thirteen Sister being tortured and hearing her screams, couldn't help but get aroused.
At first, she reacted to the whip, but as it struck, her screams grew weaker and weaker until finally she didn't move at all.
"Splash!" A basin of cold water was splashed on Thirteen Sister's face, waking her up.
"Tell me quickly, where did you steal my temple's Iron Vajra?"
Thirteen Sister shook her head with difficulty in answer.
Enraged, Monk Tiefo swung his whip again...
The torture continued into the night. Monk Tiefo saw that Thirteen Sister had been whipped unconscious and then revived by cold water several times, but she still refused to yield. His own hands were sore from whipping her, so he had no choice but to order her to be taken down. He then applied their special wound medicine to her body and had her bound hand and foot before throwing her into the prison.
Thirteen Sister, who had been tortured all day, lay bound hand and foot in the prison. The ropes were so tight that both of her arms were numb and her skin was still stinging. Unable to touch her wounds, Thirteen Sister couldn't help but sob inwardly. Why was her young and beautiful body being tortured like this?
(3) Torture at Tongfo Temple
Thinking that he would be the one to torture Thirteen Sister the next day, Monk Tongfo was so excited that he couldn't sleep well all night. The image of Thirteen Sister being bound and tortured and screaming in agony kept appearing in his mind.
Early on the third day, Monk Tongfo arrived at Tiefo Temple early with the martial monks and the young monks. He saw that Thirteen Sister had already been bound hand and foot and was being held in front of the temple. Clearly, she had washed herself that morning; Thirteen Sister's face was fair with a rosy glow, and her jet-black hair was piled high on her head. It seemed that the Iron Buddha Monk had tortured her severely yesterday; her red silk clothes were torn in several places by the whip, vaguely revealing her smooth body. The morning glow reflected on Thirteen Sister's face, making it red and radiant, which made the Copper Buddha Monk secretly applaud.
"Senior brother, what good entertainment will you have to entertain the heroine today?"
"Today, the female thief will ride in the Copper Buddha Temple's sedan chair," said the Copper Buddha Monk.
"Sedan chair? What sedan chair does the Copper Buddha Temple have?"
The Copper Buddha Monk said, "Junior brother, watch carefully." Then he ordered, "Men, help the heroine into the sedan chair." Four burly martial monks came forward, untied the ropes that the Iron Buddha Temple had used to bind Thirteen Sister, and pressed her face down to the ground. Not knowing what kind of torture they would use on her today, Thirteen Sister did not resist at all, letting the monks twist her arms to their limit. One of her wrists was crossed and tied behind her back. Two ropes were then passed over her bulging chest, one above and one below, around her breasts, tightened, and bound tightly to her hand behind her back. Two more ropes were then passed under her armpits, around the four ropes in front of her chest, and back behind her. With a forceful pull, these two sets of ropes were tightly bound to her wrists. Thus, the ropes firmly bound both arms to her body. Simultaneously, two other monks tied ropes to Thirteen Sister's ankles, forcefully pulling them backward towards her shoulders and placing them around her neck. Thirteen Sister was very flexible, and could easily perform backflips and backbends, but this was the first time she had been so humiliated and bound in this position. The four monks pulled the ropes from Thirteen Sister's feet down her neck to her chest, then tied the ropes above and below her breasts together at her cleavage, making her breasts appear abnormally prominent. The ropes continued down to her waist, wrapped twice, then down her hips to her back, tightening and binding her wrists high above and below.
Next, the rope was tied around one leg from the thigh all the way to above the knee, arching her entire body into a U-shape. Thirteen Sister had a towel stuffed in her mouth, her hair was tied behind her back, forcing her face to be tilted high.
"Does Thirteen Sister have no bones? The rope around her crotch doesn't seem to affect her?" Seeing that Thirteen Sister's body could bend backward into a circle with the rope around her crotch, the monks were greatly surprised and excited. They had also watched contortionist performances by nearby circus troupes, but those were all by eight or nine-year-old girls. Thirteen Sister, at nineteen, with a fully developed body yet still possessing such flexibility, amazed the monks. They had no idea what kind of binding technique involved a rope around the crotch.
Thirteen Sister was actually experiencing both pain and excitement. A tearing pain coursed through her body, especially the ropes binding her breasts, which pulled tightly upwards, while simultaneously tugging at the ropes digging into her groin, causing her breasts to harden and swell, her genitals to itch, her whole body to feel hot, and her face to flush and bead with sweat. She was bound so tightly she couldn't move, only able to struggle and writhe, but the violent struggles and writhing brought her immense pain and intense stimulation.
At this moment, four young monks approached, carrying two sticks bound together in a cross shape, and using ropes to suspend Thirteen Sister from hooks hanging at the intersection.
"Lift the sedan chair!" At the command, the four young monks hoisted the sticks onto their shoulders, and Thirteen Sister was lifted up, suspended in the middle of the cross.
The monk with the bronze Buddha stood smiling before Thirteen Sister, pinching her breasts and asking, "How does this sedan chair taste?" This binding position forced Thirteen Sister's breasts to stand fully erect, allowing the men's hands to ravage them.
Thirteen Sister, her mouth stuffed with a towel, was bound like a rice dumpling, her face flushed red, tears welling in her eyes.
The young monks carried Thirteen Sister, as if carrying a pig or sheep about to be slaughtered, gleefully heading towards the Copper Buddha Temple. The "sedan chair" swayed back and forth, and Thirteen Sister's bound body bounced up and down like a ball of fire.
In front of the Copper Buddha Temple was a square pond called the "Release Pond," a place where devout men and women would release turtles and tortoises they had bought, hoping for good fortune in the next life. Several large, lush trees grew beside the pond. Four young monks carried Thirteen Sister to a small boat on the edge of the pond and rowed it to the center, where a rope was hanging from a branch of a large tree extending into the pond. The young monks tied the rope around Thirteen Sister's body and removed the towel from her mouth, making it much easier for her to breathe. She greedily inhaled deeply.
With a shout of "Okay!", several young monks who had been waiting under the big tree pulled hard on the other end of the rope, suspending Thirteen Sister in mid-air. The area around the pond was filled with onlookers. Because Thirteen Sister was still wearing her red silk clothes, the young monks said to the Bronze Buddha monk, "Master, this is called 'Hanging the Red Lantern High'." "Hahahaha..." came a chorus of lewd laughter.
"Thirteen Sister, where did you steal the Bronze Arhat?" the Bronze Buddha monk asked.
Thirteen Sister stubbornly shook her head.
"If you don't tell me, I'll let you cool off."
Thirteen Sister was suspended high, looking down at the bottomless green pond. Thinking of being submerged, her breathing became rapid.
"Will you tell me or not?"
Thirteen Sister still refused to speak.
"Let go!" At the command, the rope suspending Thirteen Sister loosened, and the bound Thirteen Sister plummeted rapidly from the height. Thirteen Sister screamed in terror, "Ah...ah..." With a splash, Thirteen Sister fell into the water, sending a high spray of water flying. Thirteen Sister bobbed in and out of the water twice, choking on some water. The rope tightened, and she was immediately hoisted back up. Water gushed down from her soaked red clothes and long hair. The red silk clothes, drenched in water, clung to her body, perfectly accentuating her shapely figure. Water droplets fell from her clothes and hair, sparkling in the sunlight like countless tiny pearls, incredibly beautiful. Thirteen Sister wasn't a good swimmer; she gasped for breath, spitting out mouthfuls of water, a look of despair on her face.
"How was it, Thirteen Sister? Was it fun?" the Bronze Buddha monk asked.
"No...no...not fun," Thirteen Sister said stubbornly, though she was quite drowning.
"Put her down again."
Thirteen Sister fell heavily into the water once more. Because her hands and feet were bound behind her back, her belly and chest hit the surface first. This time, the little monk intentionally kept Thirteen Sister in the water for a longer time. Bound together, Thirteen Sister floated up and down in the pool. She really wanted to grab something with her hands, but her hands and feet were tied behind her back, making it impossible for her to return to the front. She could only try to hold her breath and try to swallow as little water as possible.
Seeing that Thirteen Sister was choking on the water, the Bronze Buddha Monk finally had the little monk pull her up. Thirteen Sister's long, wet hair hung down, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale, and she was in great pain.
As if to test Thirteen Sister's willpower, after she regained a little consciousness, he put her back into the water... On the fourth day, in the courtyard of the Silver Buddha Temple.
The Bronze Buddha Temple had prepared Thirteen Sister with her hands tied behind her back and bound hand and foot, not knowing what method the Silver Buddha Monk was going to use. But the Silver Buddha Monk smiled slyly and beckoned with his hand. Two little monks from the Silver Buddha Temple led over a small donkey.
"Guards, help the heroine mount the donkey."
Four tall monks approached, untied the ropes binding Thirteen Sister, lifted her up, and laid her face up on the donkey's back. Thirteen Sister's hands and feet dangled down on either side of the donkey's belly. They tied sticks to her hands and feet, preventing them from coming together, and then tied two more sticks under the donkey's belly. The monks then used ropes to tie Thirteen Sister's body to the donkey.
"Let me go, you bunch of bald donkeys!" Thirteen Sister cursed, her head shaking violently, her long, flowing hair flying wildly.
"This is called Zhang Guolao riding a donkey. Today you'll have your fun."
With a crack of the whip, the donkey began to walk along the mountain path. The young monk's whip would sometimes strike the donkey's rump, causing it to kick wildly in pain, and sometimes it would strike Thirteen Sister's body, making her shudder. They even used the tip of the whip to poke Thirteen Sister's breasts, genitals, and other sensitive areas. Thirteen Sister tried to curl up, but her body was bound and stretched out, leaving her helpless to endure the pain.
"Ah...ah..." Thirteen Sister's screams echoed on the silent mountain path.
When they arrived at Silver Buddha Temple, Thirteen Sister, who had been untied from the donkey, lay on the ground, her body aching all over. She groggily opened her eyes and saw several monks carrying a wooden pillar about a foot thick. The monks placed Thirteen Sister face down with her arms outstretched, put the pillar on her back, and tied her arms behind the pillar. They then used ropes to tie her shoulders, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles tightly to the pillar. The monks then lifted the pillar and placed it on a frame. A fire was lit under the frame, and four monks manipulated the pillar on the frame. Thirteen Sister, bound to the pillar, would sometimes face down, her face and chest burning from the fire, and sometimes face up, her hands tied behind the pillar burning painfully.
Thirteen Sister was drenched in sweat and nearly collapsed from the heat. Her sexy lips opened and closed, clearly wanting water.
"Give her water."
A young monk brought over a large bucket of water, scooped out a full ladle, and Thirteen Sister struggled to lift her head and open her mouth. However, the young monk hesitated to pour the water down. Seeing Thirteen Sister's desire to drink but inability to reach it, the monks laughed heartily.
"The water's here!" With a shout, the young monk poured the water down, but not into Thirteen Sister's parched mouth; instead, he poured it onto her chest and stomach.
Just moments before, she had been burning hot, and now, suddenly doused with cold water, the young girl screamed and cried.
Night had fallen, but the monks of Silver Buddha Temple still refused to release Thirteen Sister. They continued to add firewood to the fire. The poor heroine, bound hand and foot to the wooden post, was like prey on a grill, enduring unbearable pain as the post rotated.
Water dripped from her body onto the fire, making a hissing sound.
[The End]

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