The young monk broke the precepts.

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In the sunlight, the temple, small as a mole, was nestled deep within the ancient forest. There was no sound of wooden fish drums, no chanting, for the temple was empty and deserted.
The young monk returned to the mountain in the late morning. Under the clear sunlight, birdsong in the woods rang out like pearls, swirling and dancing, seemingly radiating rainbows. The young monk quietly entered the temple amidst the birdsong. A figure flashed by, and a girl entered. The girl said, "Hello, young monk." She wore a red shirt and green skirt, her smile like a lotus leaf swaying in the sunlight—truly beautiful.
The young monk stared, speechless, utterly captivated, repeatedly chanting, "Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Savior from Suffering, Namo Guanyin Bodhisattva..."
The girl chuckled softly, a sound like a gardenia in bloom, very faint, carrying a delicate fragrance. The girl's smile spread from the tip of her nose to her dimples, then to her cheeks, and finally to her entire face, like waves of water that thoroughly soaked the little monk's heart. Each squeeze produced a string of water droplets, and the same droplets appeared with each squeeze.
The girl blinked, pouted her lips, and whispered in the little monk's ear, "I am Guanyin." Then, puffing out her cheeks, she breathed a soft "shh" into his ear. Sweat beaded on the little monk's forehead.
He closed his eyes, remained silent, and tried to count his prayer beads, but his counting was jumbled and his right hand trembled.
The girl smiled again, her bright white eyes sweeping over the little monk's face. She took out a handkerchief. The handkerchief was green, embroidered with a large red lotus flower, and two dragonflies flew about, unable to escape the handkerchief. The girl pressed a handkerchief against the young monk's face; it felt light and tingly. The monk smelled a strange odor, his nose itched, and he couldn't help but sneeze before collapsing.
In his dazed state, the young monk and the girl entered the small temple of his dream. In the illusion, the young monk recklessly approached the girl, embracing her and pressing his penis against her lower abdomen. The girl removed his hand, saying, "I'm a little scared; this is my first time." The young monk became even more excited and embraced her again. He placed his hand on her stomach, slowly stroking it, then slipped his hand inside her clothes to touch her breasts. The young monk felt unsatisfied and slowly and boldly reached down to her genitals. At first, he felt pubic hair, then he discovered that she was actually wet. She turned her body to the side, clamping her legs together to prevent him from touching her. The young monk retained a sliver of reason and kissed her directly. The girl hugged him tightly after the kiss. The young monk, also burning with desire, didn't hesitate at all, pulling down his pants and thrusting himself into her. He then undressed her, and sunlight streamed through the temple windows, illuminating the girl's voluptuous body. Her snow-white skin glowed translucently in the sunlight, further fueling the young monk's desire. He thrust vigorously, the rhythmic slurring echoing faintly in the temple. She responded, placing her hands on his waist and stroking his back and waist while moaning softly. Soon, the young monk ejaculated, and the two achieved a harmonious union, forgetting all Buddhist precepts and vows, as if this were paradise. When they awoke
, both the young monk and the girl were radiant. The young monk lay in the girl's arms.
The girl glanced at him and said sweetly, "Little monk, you've broken your vows."
The young monk was stunned, then tears streamed down his face, round and glistening like prayer beads, rolling down his cheeks.
The girl stood up, put on her clothes, and held out her slender hand, saying, "Give me the letter I got from the mountain today."
The little monk blinked and chanted, "Amitabha."
The girl chuckled, "What nonsense!"
She then added, "You've broken your vows, you know that, kid?"
Seeing the little monk remain silent, the girl bit her lip and said, "If you don't give me the letter, I'll spread it around. You have a mole on your butt, a very noticeable red one. "
The little monk was stunned again, obediently took the letter from under the shrine—it was sealed with a fire-marked seal—and handed it to the girl with his head bowed. The girl smiled and took the gift, her lips close to the little monk's ear, her breath
sweet as orchids, "Do you know who I am, little monk?" The little monk shook his head dumbly, and after a long while said, "
You're a fox spirit. Master said fox spirits can bewitch people." The girl rolled her eyes, "You're the fox spirit! You're a wolf spirit, a tiger spirit, a leopard spirit!" The girl's eyes darted around, and she said smugly, "Let me tell you, I'm 'Flying Shadow.'" After saying that, she giggled and left, like a flower, drifting into the mist with the wind, finally disappearing without a trace.
"Flying Shadow" was a spy from the Northern Liao, infiltrating the Central Plains, omnipresent, hence the nickname "Flying Shadow."
The little monk scratched his bald head, sitting like a withered tree, his eyes filled with endless sorrow. After a long time, he murmured, "Form is emptiness, emptiness is form..." But even after reciting it hundreds of times, an ant still slowly crawled in his heart, all the way to the tip of his heart.
A few days later, news came that the Northern Liao had been ambushed during their attack on the Central Plains, and their entire army had been wiped out.
It turned out that "Flying Shadow" had fallen into the young monk's trap; he had given her false intelligence.
Upon seeing the young monk again, "Flying Shadow" was furious: "Young monk, aren't you afraid I'll reveal your broken vows?"
The young monk softly replied, "Breaking the vows of body, but preserving the vows of mind."
After saying this, the young monk chanted Amitabha, striking his wooden fish. "Flying Shadow" chuckled. The young monk quickly looked down and realized he had been striking the wrong spot with his wooden fish mallet, repeatedly striking the bluestone slab with a "ding-ding" sound.
Their eyes locked.
From that moment on, the martial world lost a female spy; and the small temple lost a young monk.

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