[The Bell Rings ~ Li Mengying's Little Trip] [Author: linheyan (Linheyan)] [The End]

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The summer sun is always scorching. From the depths of the core, where fusion reactions are constantly taking place at 15 million degrees Celsius, the heat radiates outwards after a long journey. Although most of the heat is blocked by the Earth's atmosphere, its residual power remains, and the remaining temperature continues to bake the entire northern hemisphere facing it.

In such weather, animals listlessly hide in the shade, except for cicadas, which enthusiastically sing their songs, vibrating their eardrums to produce the intermittent "zhi-liao, zhi-liao..." sounds.

Humans, the most intelligent beings on the planet, are just as helpless as lower creatures under the omnipresent power of nature, and can only obediently stay indoors with the air conditioning on, a cold drink in hand, comfortably enjoying the benefits of human civilization. Even when there are unavoidable reasons to travel for work, they try to plan ahead and return early, avoiding spending too much time under the scorching sun.

To avoid obstructing the view, the trees along the roads have all been cut down. The asphalt road on the country lane, directly exposed to the high-hanging sun, had softened under prolonged exposure. The black asphalt emitted an unpleasant odor.

"Dad, why did you come out in this heat? It's annoying, and you had to drag me along," a woman's voice complained petulantly.

In the driver's seat of the speeding white BMW, a middle-aged man in a suit with a buzz cut smiled apologetically, "Oh, my dear daughter, don't be angry. It's a holiday, so I took you out for a drive and to see some tourist attractions." The girl was unmoved, retorting, "Nonsense! We're clearly here to fulfill a vow. If you want to fulfill a vow, you can go by yourself. Why did you have to bring me along? I was planning to go shopping in Hong Kong with Mom and the others." The man, unperturbed by his daughter's retort, smiled patiently and said, "Don't..." "Well, the scenery at Zangling Temple is quite beautiful. You even brought a camera, right? You could take some more pictures and send them to your classmates. I see young people these days all like to go to places like Tibet, Qinghai, and Yunnan for some kind of spiritual journey, but they don't even know to look around. I think the scenery at Zangling Temple is much better than that damn Tibet." "Pshaw, what's so great about it? Temples are just Buddhist buildings, plus a bunch of flowers and plants, and then there's this so-called 'spirit pond.' It's just a way to rip you off with your incense money," the girl muttered.

After all, she was his own daughter, so the man remained gentle and kind. "Buddha above, please don't say that. Zangling Temple is very efficacious; everyone who's been there raves about it. I heard a great monk attained enlightenment there and became an Arhat. Master Lin personally recommended it to me. See, what did he say? I only went there for a few days to offer incense, and when I came back, I got a big project from the municipal government." The man became more and more excited as he spoke: "That's really powerful; Buddha is protecting me." The girl curled her lip dismissively, "Hmph, what? It's clearly..." "My uncle works for the government and helped you smooth things over. What are you talking about with Buddha? That's superstition." "Kids don't understand, don't talk nonsense. I have connections, but Old Chen and his group don't. It was all Buddha's blessing that I got this deal. I heard last week that Old Chen and his group had a bit of a falling out over getting the money they'd given away back from Mayor Zhang. Guess what? They had to be pulled out by security. Heh... that big oaf doesn't understand the principle that the common people shouldn't fight with officials." The man said this with a hint of schadenfreude.

"By the way, I heard that Master Lin and President Chen have been getting close lately." The girl suddenly remembered something and casually mentioned it.

"It's alright, a feng shui master is naturally all smiles. It wouldn't be right if he didn't accept Old Chen's money just because he's on good terms with us." The middle-aged man replied casually, showing the magnanimity of a successful person.

While driving, the man grumbled, "And another thing, didn't you say you were going to take the accounting exam? When we get there, we'll offer incense to the Buddha and pray for good luck." "Fine, fine, I'm not interested in that," the girl waved dismissively, picked up her phone, and plopped down on the soft sofa in the back seat, scrolling through the internet.

"Be careful, don't lie on the sofa, fasten your seatbelt," the man reminded her through the rearview mirror.

"It's okay, it's okay, you're not driving fast anyway, there are no traffic cops to fine you in this small town, what's there to be afraid of?" His daughter waved her hand, giving him a "you're so annoying" look.

Even a successful businessman, who commands respect and inspires awe in countless others, is just like any other father in front of his daughter. Unable to persuade her, the man could only smile helplessly and try to be as careful as possible to avoid making the car too bumpy.

Seeing her father's helpless expression in the front seat, the girl, secretly playing with her phone , chuckled, stuck out her tongue, and made a mischievous face.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha, greetings to you two benefactors." As soon as they parked their car, a welcoming monk approached the father and daughter.

The girl frowned, surveying the surroundings. Unlike the usual clean, hard concrete parking lots, this "parking lot" was clearly just a few chalk lines drawn in cleared woodland. She complained to her father, "What? There's not even concrete in this place! What if the car gets stolen?" Just as the father was feeling embarrassed, the welcoming monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha Buddha, the Buddha is merciful. There's only one road in and out of here, and our fellow monks are guarding the entrance. You've traveled a long way to worship and make offerings; it would be unacceptable to lose anything in our temple. Moreover, theft is a serious crime, with many karmic consequences. If our negligence causes you to lose your belongings and also incur the karmic consequences of theft, it would be contrary to the principles of Buddhism." This explanation gave the man, who was still pondering how to respond, a way out. He immediately reprimanded his unruly daughter sternly, saying, "Yes, yes. Daughter, don't speak carelessly in this sacred Buddhist place. This is... this is the Venerable Master's Dharma assembly, where great deities reside. Our belongings will naturally be well taken care of by our masters; you don't need to worry about it." Then, he quickly changed his expression, smiling as he said to the welcoming monk, "My daughter has always been this willful; please don't take offense, Master. I am Li Xuezhi, and I have visited your temple many times. I wonder if the Abbot is here?" "A monk has renounced worldly desires; what is there to take offense at? You are too kind, benefactor. The Abbot is always in the temple; please follow me." The welcoming monk still did not lower his clasped hands as he spoke.

"Hmph~" Li Mengying pouted, no longer complaining. Knowing her father's habits well, she knew that he was serious now, and if she continued to argue and embarrass him, she would only make him angry. Besides, as the daughter of the Li family, she had to do her best. It would be undignified for outsiders to see her arguing with her father, even if he was just a monk.

Unexpectedly, the real Cangling Temple was located even deeper. From the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, the long, steep steps led up to the temple halfway up, taking nearly an hour. Fortunately, the mountain path was shaded by lush trees, blocking most of the strong ultraviolet rays. Occasionally, a mountain breeze would blow, bringing the fresh scent of the mountain vegetation, which was quite refreshing. The welcoming monk was quite experienced, leading the way while chatting with the two, telling Buddhist stories and the temple's origins, a mix of topics, making the journey a little tiring but not too difficult.

"Ding-dong~ ding-dong~ ding-dong~ ding-dong~ ding-dong~ ding-dong~ ding-dong~ ding-dong~ ding-dong~" "Huh, what's that sound?" Li Mengying asked curiously.

"Our temple is named Zangling Temple, which, as the name suggests, is naturally related to bells." As a welcoming monk, he was naturally adept at handling such common questions.

The man, who rarely exercised and was already panting, perked up. "Yes, yes. It's Zangling Temple, you know from the name, it must have lots of bells. The first time I came, I made a special trip to the Bell Pavilion. Wow, the eaves and walls were covered with wind chimes. Whenever there's a slight breeze, they make a tinkling sound. It's very beautiful." The welcoming monk smiled and chimed in, "That's right. Speaking of Tibetan bells, it's a long story. It can be traced back to the very beginning of the temple's construction, when the then abbot, Venerable Baixin, received them from Namgyal Monastery." A priceless heirloom of the temple: the Vajra Bell. Seeing the beautiful scenery and tranquil atmosphere of this place, the temple took its name from this. It is said to ward off all evil and possess countless supernatural powers. It is said that back then, the temple didn't have so many wind chimes. The Bell Pavilion that Benefactor Li mentioned was built during the time of the previous abbot. The man, still panting heavily, added, "Yes, the successive abbots of Zangling Temple, to commemorate the first abbot, all adopted 'White Heart' as their Dharma name after assuming the position." Compared to the profound and difficult Buddhist stories, the girls were much more interested. Everyone was interested in such urban legends, and Li Mengying's eyes lit up instantly. "Oh, that's quite interesting. That Vajra Bell is your temple's signature treasure, huh? I'll definitely take a good picture of it when we go up later." Presumably, this wasn't the first time he'd heard something like this, as the welcoming monk simply clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. Actually, the Vajra Bell disappeared after the first abbot passed away. Besides, why seek supernatural powers elsewhere? When you're hungry, a bowl of rice and vegetables will quench your thirst; when you're cold, a warm coat will quench your hunger." Clothes, warding off the cold, are manifestations of supernatural powers. Supernatural powers are not elsewhere; they are right here and now. Why seek them externally? Without curiosity or greed, supernatural powers cannot overcome the cycle of karma, nor can they compare to pure morality and the wisdom of non-attachment. Seeing the monk's serious expression, the girl couldn't help but laugh, her laughter like silver bells, even more charming : "Oh dear, I was just saying. Why so serious, spouting all those grand principles?" The welcoming monk simply smiled, clasped his hands together, and remained silent.

No matter how long the mountain path, as long as one perseveres, there will eventually be an end. The temple's imposing gate was now close at hand.

"Brother Fazheng." A monk beside the gate was sweeping the ground; seeing the group approaching, he went to greet them.

"Senior brother, these two are benefactors who have come to fulfill their vows. Please take them to the main hall to rest first." After the welcoming monk and the sweeping monk finished speaking, they turned around and said gently, "Benefactors, I still need to go to the inner chamber and inform the abbot. The mountain road is tiring, so let Junior Brother Fayu take you to the main hall to sit and rest for a while before you go to fulfill your vows." Walking for nearly an hour on the mountain road was quite a test for city dwellers who were used to a life of luxury. The man, who was already panting heavily, couldn't wait to find a place to rest. "Alright, then thank you, Master Fazheng. And please trouble Master Fayu as well." "Please follow me." The sweeping monk put down his broom and beckoned the two to follow.

"Huh, what's this?" In the main hall, Li Mengying, who was lying on the sofa, looked curiously at the bell that the monk had just handed her.

It was a small bell, small enough to hold in the palm of your hand, entirely silver. Sunlight filtering through the trees shone on it, reflecting a dazzling brilliance.

The monk named Fayu, like his senior, first clasped his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras before calmly replying, "Our temple is called Cangling, naturally famous for its wind chimes. We present a wind chime to every benefactor who comes to our temple. Since Benefactor Li has already visited, there's no need for another one." This Benefactor Li naturally referred to the middle-aged man.

"Hmm?" Li Mengying curiously picked up the bell and shook it, but it made no sound. "Why doesn't it ring?" Fayu calmly replied, "It will ring when the time is right."

Hearing this witty answer, the girl smiled slightly and examined the silver bell more closely. Its silvery, bell-shaped exterior felt cool to the touch. Inside was an octagonal, jet-black metal object; shaking it didn't move the black octagon at all. A hint of mockery appeared on the girl's beautiful face: "Could it be a bell bought in bulk from a small commodity market? No wonder it doesn't ring." The monk remained unfazed: "When the time is right, the bell will ring. The arising and ceasing of conditions, Amitabha!" "Jingle bells~ jingle bells~ jingle bells~ jingle bells~ jingle bells~ jingle bells~" The sound of bells from afar never ceased, occasionally vibrating through the air.

The middle-aged man beside her couldn't stand it any longer and quickly pulled his daughter back, scolding, "I told you down the mountain not to be naughty anymore, and you still dare to offend the master like this." After being scolded by her father, Li Mengying stuck out her tongue, made a face, and didn't argue back.

The man quickly apologized to the monk, "I'm sorry, my daughter just likes to talk nonsense. Please don't take offense, Master." "It's alright, it's alright. A monk is detached from worldly desires, so what is there to talk about joy or sorrow? I still need to continue sweeping the courtyard, so I'll take my leave now." This monk was noticeably more introverted and quieter than the previous welcoming monk. After saying a few simple words, he simply put his palms together, chanted some scriptures, and left.

After resting for a while, being young, Li Mengying quickly recovered her strength and jumped up, looking around aimlessly and touching things. The middle-aged man had said a few words to her at first, but the girl clearly didn't listen. However, later, due to exhaustion and the fact that only the father and daughter were inside, he stopped saying anything. Soon, soft snoring echoed in the room.

"What does the female patron think of our temple?"

"Huh? Who is it?" Li Mengying, who was taking pictures of the temple hall wall with her camera, was startled by the voice behind her. She jumped forward and turned around. The speaker was a smiling old monk with white hair and beard, wearing a bright yellow monk's hat, looking like a kind old man.

Seeing that the old monk seemed easy to talk to, Li Mengying relaxed and replied casually, "Well, to be honest, the environment is nice. It's just that the road is a bit difficult to walk, it's exhausting. Also, it's so far from the city, the nearest town, Cangling, is dozens of kilometers away..." "Amitabha, well said, well said~~ No pain, no gain. Travel a thousand miles first, then explore the tower." The old monk listened to Li Mengying's complaints without getting angry, and replied with a smile. Facing a

man of her grandfather's generation, Li Mengying wanted to argue, but after thinking about it, she didn't have anything to say, so she just smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth shining through.

"Master, Master, you've arrived!" The man, who had woken up sometime earlier, excitedly stood up from his seat.

He hurried to the old monk, grasped his hand tightly, and introduced him to his daughter, "This is the Abbot, daughter, come here." After the introduction, the man said excitedly, "Thanks to your guidance, Master! I didn't sell the stocks I was stuck with, and sure enough, they rebounded, and I even made a profit. And the project I inquired about before also succeeded!" Faced with the man's excited reaction, the monk remained calm, only his smile unchanged: "The arising and ceasing of conditions, the cause of the effect, the result of the gain. All things arise from causes and conditions; every cause has an effect. You, benefactor, possess profound virtue..." "How can it be said to be the work of this old monk?" However, the man was clearly unaffected by his words. "Master, you are too modest. Those few matters were initially unresolved, which gave me a huge headache. The people below were also incompetent, always coming to me for instructions whenever there was a problem. They had no ability at all. It was your words, Master, that cleared the clouds and gave me confidence. So, taking advantage of the holiday, I came to fulfill my vow and hoped to hear your teachings again, and also bring my daughter to broaden her horizons. Thank you, Master." "Amitabha, very well, very well. Buddha guides those with affinity. Those who come by affinity are guests. Please follow me." The abbot nodded and turned to lead the way. For some reason, before turning around, Li Mengying felt that he had given her a deep look, his eyes calm as water, but what she saw was boundless, like a black sea.

"Ding ding ding dong~ Ding ding ding ding dong~~" The sound of wind chimes came from afar with the wind.

"How boring! There's nothing here." Li Mengying sullenly stayed in the assigned guest room. Inside the Buddhist temple, visitors who came to fulfill vows and burn incense were all arranged in guest rooms built next to the monks' dormitories. And men and women were separated. Mengying naturally stayed separately from her father, each receiving a single room.

Of course, this wasn't a big problem. Although Li Mengying seemed a bit spoiled and willful on a daily basis, she didn't have many of the habits of a pampered young lady. She didn't feel secure only when she was with her father, nor did she have the insomnia that comes with a little discomfort, like the Princess and the Pea in the fairy tale.

But… but the problem was: wasn't going to bed at 8 pm too early?

Girls used to city life usually didn't go to bed until at least 11 or 12 pm. In this temple deep in the mountains, basic infrastructure like water and electricity was available. But there was absolutely no internet; all communication with the outside world relied on vehicles or the only landline phone used by the abbot. As for Wi-Fi and mobile signal, they were nonexistent in these deep mountains where even sunlight couldn't fully penetrate. Although it was a holiday, there were very few tourists, confirming her father's words about the lack of advertising. Meanwhile, the neighbors were all middle-aged and elderly women; there wasn't a single person her own age to chat with. And to talk to those women who liked to gossip about trivial matters… well, forget it, she'd better stay inside.

The girl yawned in frustration and tossed and turned in bed.

Perhaps because it was built in the mountains, a constant breeze blew. The continuous, incessant ringing of bells outside was like a tireless orchestra, endlessly singing music, praising the whole world. Or it was like an ever-awakened monk, constantly chanting Buddhist hymns, the greatest sound being silent. Sometimes, just when you think the bell has completely stopped, the very instant your thought arises, you faintly hear "ding-dong~ ding-dong~"—this is a temple enveloped in the sound of bells.

"Ding-ling~" A crisp sound rang out beside her. This wasn't music from the breeze outside the window. Li Mengying turned around in surprise. "

Ding-dong~~" Another clear ding-dong.

The sound was very soft, extremely faint, yet very close.

Following the sound, Mengying looked in the direction of the sound, and the silver bell, which had previously "not rung," rang again.

"Strange?" Li Mengying couldn't help but widen her eyes, revealing a puzzled expression. She muttered to herself,

"When there is a connection, that's when the sound will ring. Connections arise and cease, Amitabha!" The words of the sweeping monk from that afternoon still echoed in her ears. However, after only a few seconds, the girl scoffed and dismissed her own absurd thought. After all, the monk's words were simply too fantastical and unrealistic. What is connection? What is fate? Under what circumstances can one consider fate to have arrived? None of this is clearly explained; the interpretation is entirely in one's own hands, just like the pronouncements of charlatans—utterly unreliable. As a 21st-century university student , deeply educated in modern science, this girl completely scoffed at such absurd theories, reminiscent of fortune tellers under overpasses.

Now that the source of the sound had been identified, according to normal logic, the next step was to pick up the small bell and see if something had rung it.

Li Mengying naturally reached out, picked up the bell, and turned it over so the bottom faced upwards, directly opposite the incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling, to see clearly what was inside.

"Ding-dong~" A new, repeated sound rang in Li Mengying's ears… The originally gentle, melodious tinkling sound now carried a different meaning in the girl's ears. A strong sense of unease rose within her.

In her field of vision, the black octagonal metal object remained silently suspended within the silvery metal bell-shaped container… If the girl had picked it up in a normal way, it would have been a perfectly normal and scientifically sound scenario, consistent with the law of gravity. However, even when completely flipped over, the bell remained silently suspended… Under the intense light of the incandescent bulb, which was no less intense than sunlight at close range, the black line suspending (no, to be precise, what the girl initially thought was connected) the octagonal metal object remained perfectly straight, as if it were still pointing towards the ground. …“Ding-ding~” Another soft sound rang out. The moment the sound was heard, the fingers holding the bell felt no vibration whatsoever. The girl, who had been intently watching the bell since noticing the anomaly, could swear that the pure black octagonal object had not made any physical contact with the silver bell.

If it were a moving object, or even a stationary creature, the girl would have been extremely wary and kept her distance.

However, the delicate little bell in her hand didn't look like a dangerous object at all. "What kind of magical mechanism could it possibly contain?" Li Mengying wondered to herself, her curiosity rising. The girl moved her slender hand and brought the bell up close to the light.

Black and silver-white, two completely opposite colors, reflected in the girl's eyes. The pure black was even darker than the void of the night sky. At first glance, it was just an ordinary color. But upon closer inspection, it seemed to draw her entire soul in. Looking at it for a long time gave her a dizzying feeling, as if she were not looking at an earthly object, but a black hole with infinite attraction. Next to the octagonal black metal was a perfect bright white that clashed with the black, shining and dazzling, just like the sclera of the eye, always surrounding the black pupil.

Such distinct colors even gave the girl the illusion that some unknown mysterious entity was coldly watching her through these "eyes".

The sound of the bell was extremely rhythmic, repeating itself approximately every two seconds after the first ring. "18," the girl silently counted, trying to discover the mystery of the temple bell. However, she couldn't find it. Reaching out to carefully touch it, she discovered something even stranger: the octagonal object, gleaming with a metallic sheen, was neither iron nor wood, neither soft nor hard, its material unknown. Only when she actually touched it could she feel the seemingly smooth surface, subtly revealing countless bumps and grooves. Upon closer inspection, she realized that these strange bumps and grooves, though different in shape, were arranged in a highly regular pattern, resembling runes or characters.

In a faraway place, the abbot was having a pleasant conversation with the man. "Your destiny is exceptionally noble, sir. You are suited to live in the south. As long as you uphold righteousness and accumulate good karma, you will naturally have nothing to worry about." The man chuckled. "Then I must thank you for your kind words, Master. Actually, for a business as large as mine, it's difficult to climb to the next level. Everyone in my position is shrewd and cunning. Without good fortune, how could I possibly be in that position?" Then, the man changed the subject: "Right now, I'm more worried about my daughter. She's 19 now, studying at a university. It's strange..." "I'm too busy with my business to teach her, and her level is mediocre. She's not good at studying, and I'm afraid she'll be taken advantage of in business, especially since she's a girl." "Parents' hearts are always full of love and concern, but please don't be too worried. After all, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I've already looked at your daughter's birth date and time, which you gave me last time. She's only 19, and she has a long road ahead of her." As if opened to a floodgate of words, the man rambled on, "Yes, Master, which parent doesn't work hard their whole life for their children? What are they hoping for? It's all to give their children a good foundation..." "Ding ding ding~"

"19," the girl whispered.

Two seconds later, the bell rang again, but this time, the girl's whispered voice was absent.

Her stiff body, her arms, appearing incredibly pale under the light, remained motionless; her open eyes stared blankly at the bell in her hand, unfocused, seemingly still gazing ahead, yet also seemingly oblivious to everything; her cherry lips remained slightly parted, retaining the shape of "19." Her delicate, beautiful face was expressionless, her exquisitely sculpted skin reflecting the pure white of the finest porcelain under the light. The beautiful colors were preserved in this stiff state, making the girl resemble a large, life-sized porcelain doll.

"Ding-dong~" The bell rang precisely two seconds later, as if impatiently urging her on. Her

stiff body moved… Her snow-white arms swayed slowly, devoid of any lifelike movement; to an outsider, she looked like a doll that hadn't been wound up. She slowly moved the upside-down, silver-white bell to the correct position, placing it against the inner wall towards the ground. In this way, the octagonal shape inside the bell, which had remained strangely suspended, was also obscured by the silvery-white outer wall of the bell, making it less abrupt.

After completing this action, the girl paused again. As before, not long after, the bell rang again, and the girl moved with the sound, this time her movements seemed much more agile than before. It was as if someone was using the invisible sound of the bell to gradually wind up the keychain behind the doll, and then adding oil to its rusted joints.

But this time, it was better; the stiff, inhuman movements gradually came to life in the vibrations of the bell, and her lifeless eyes, like light reflecting off the silver bell, were tinged with starlight. The corners of her mouth twisted slightly upward, as if revealing a sweet smile, or perhaps a silent sigh to the air.

Not long after, amidst the repeated echoes of the bell, the girl pushed open the door and went out.

Night hadn't fallen yet, and a few middle-aged women were still chatting idly in the corridor. The girl, her eyes fixed straight ahead, walked with a steady pace through the small groups of people chatting and enjoying the

cool evening air, heading straight out. Outside her dwelling, after turning two corners, there was a small grove of trees. During the day, the tall, dense branches of the trees blocked the harsh sunlight; at night, the moonlight, originating from the same sky, suffered the same fate. Even artificial light sources, not very far away, were powerless against the pervasive darkness after penetrating the trees for several dozen meters, like a spent arrow. In this dimly lit environment where the path was barely visible, Li Mengying held the bell tightly in her hand with her delicate, pale fingers, and then raised it high. It was as if it weren't just a bell, but a beacon of light.

"Jingle bells~ jingle jingle jingle," the distant sound of bells carried on the wind, mingled with the delicate chimes close at hand, and enveloped the girl with the unique fragrance of nocturnal vegetation, filling every sense.

Her steps remained unhurried; the dim environment, the whispering insects, and the scene rarely seen in the city seemed to have no negative impact on her psyche. Her white sandals trod lightly on the grass, still slightly warm from the daytime, making a rhythmic sound.

The girl, who should be visiting the temple for the first time, walked the dark path as if she knew it intimately, without fear, joy, sorrow, or pleasure.

When ordinary people walk at night, the road seems endless. This is not only due to physical distance, but also the path of the heart; fear makes time seem to pass slowly. The path the girl was walking was neither far nor near. Finally, a ray of light pierced through the gaps in the branches of the trees, illuminating the girl's beautiful profile. It seemed they were nearing their destination; the dense, uneven branches could no longer block the light. The jingling of bells filling the air was now all around. "

Bell Pavilion," three large, bright gold characters, stood prominently on the highest level of the tower, carried by a plaque, forcing one to look up in awe.

Though called a pavilion, it resembled more of a tower. Thousands of bells hung from the eaves and walls, reflecting the light streaming through the windows, shimmering with various colors. The higher one climbs, the colder it gets; the higher one climbs, the more the wind howls. Driven by the wind, countless bells swayed and rang, producing a myriad of melodious sounds. Without spatial barriers, the tinkling sounds, when experienced firsthand, seemed ever-changing and dynamic.

At this moment, only one person remained at the base of the tower. Faced with such magnificent and imposing characters and a grand scene, the girl didn't even glance at them. Her unfocused eyes were fixed solely on the small bell, which she held high. Her mind and ears were solely focused on the command to ring every two seconds. Her legs, with unchanging steps, bypassed the "Closed at Night, No Unauthorized Entry" sign at the entrance on the first floor, and with consistently measured strides, ascended the bluestone steps, upward…and upward.

The lights inside silently shone on the girl, their shimmering light like stars in the sky, watching yet another vibrant young body stray onto the wrong path. Her

uniformly spaced steps traversed step after step. An ordinary, lazy city dweller would have long since succumbed to exhaustion, sitting down halfway, panting. But the seemingly delicate girl, with a serene expression and no sign of fatigue, quietly reached the top floor of the attic.

Suddenly, a bright light appeared before them. A colossal Buddha, twice the size of a normal person, stood upright at the top of the floor, hands clasped in reverence. It radiated unparalleled brilliance. Strangely, however, the color of the light was not fixed, but constantly shifting, sometimes appearing blue, sometimes purple, sometimes white, sometimes red. "Ding-dong!" Bathed in that light, the silver bell held high in the girl's hand, like a lantern, vibrated rapidly, emitting its first-ever loud bang.

The girl's body jolted with the sound, her lively spirit returning to its dazed state. Her doll-like body, seemingly devoid of feeling, began to feel the fatigue of climbing the stairs again. The pores on her flawless, porcelain-like skin opened slightly, and beads of sweat glistened on her skin.

After a brief moment of disorientation, the girl was shocked to find that her surroundings had completely changed. Her mind, still stuck in the memory of picking up the bell and examining it under the light, instantly detected a gap in her experience. She was astonished and muttered to herself, "What's going on? What happened to me?!" "Cause and effect, destiny is predetermined~" She hadn't expected an answer, but before she could finish speaking, a deep, resonant voice roared directly into her heart.

The sudden roar startled her. This sudden, powerful shout, akin to a blow to the head, originated from ancient Zen masters who, without asking questions, would strike a beginner on the head or shout at them to test their understanding of Buddhist principles.

The giant golden Buddha, without waiting for the girl's reply, shouted again with a heavy voice. "Do you know your crime?" This angry shout startled the girl even more. Li Mengying raised her head, her blank eyes conveying her confusion, fear, doubt, and bewilderment. She murmured, "What...what crime!" "Look. Amitabha, good, good..." The golden Buddha chanted a long Buddhist prayer.

The long, resonant chant still echoed in her ears when the scene before her suddenly changed. The golden Buddha, the lights inside the building, the ancient, red-lacquered wooden and stone beams, the pure white marble floor... all rapidly lost their color in her vision, and the colors perceived in her brain faded and dimmed dramatically. It became a deathly gray-white. The concept of the entire space vanished in an instant, like an ancient, withered painting.

And she herself stood within this painting… A sense of darkness, ashen gray, desolation, and sorrow filled Li Mengying's heart, making the helpless girl want to burst into tears. But even crying was too vibrant; the thought only appeared for a moment, then was instantly erased by an even purer desolation. Then, in the next instant, light appeared in

the deathly gray-white , dancing across the colorless painting, and the scene shifted. The view before her was no longer that of the Buddhist temple.

A white-collar man in a sharp suit, carrying a deflated briefcase, walked dejectedly out of the company gate. The glittering building behind him and the polite security guards formed a stark contrast to his sorrowful expression.

A group of middle-aged men, their faces etched with distress, their clothes tattered and covered in lime and cement, lined up, each receiving money from a solemn-looking man… along with a termination agreement.

Then, the scene shifted abruptly: a cracked house, water dripping from the roof, the room empty except for damp blankets that testified to past habitation.

A group of people, men and women, young and old, surrounded a building, holding signs in a frenzied display. The illusion was silent, a deathly stillness. But their indignant expressions, roaring postures, and agitated actions suggested a scene of intense uproar. The signs seemed to read something like, "Garbage building, give me back my hard-earned money."

Then, without much elaboration, the scene abruptly shifts to a large hotel room, the lights reflecting a luxurious hue in the golden light. Perhaps because they arrived early, the room wasn't crowded. Only two men were present. One was on the phone, a fawning smile on his face, nodding frequently as if agreeing with the person on the other end. The other man was fiddling with two bags: one a gleaming, well-maintained leather bag, the other a common street vendor's paper bag, seemingly bearing the logo of a well-known household product. The man was quickly pulling stacks of crisp, red hundred-yuan bills from the bag and stuffing them into the paper bag.

Next, another scene unfolds: under pink lights, a decadent atmosphere pervades the room, casting a soft, warm glow on the surrounding golden walls. A group of men sit together, clinking glasses, chatting and laughing, creating an atmosphere of grand celebration. Surrounding the men seated in the center, clearly the highest-ranking figures, stood many scantily clad young women, smiling and waiting for their chance to serve the leaders. Suddenly, a man stood up, raised his glass high, and his mouth opened wide as if he were saying something. A fat, burly man sitting nearby agreed, and then everyone else stood up, clinking glasses and drinking. It was clear the party was entering a new climax … However, Li Mengying vaguely felt that the man who raised his glass and gave the toast looked a lot like her father.

The scene didn't give the girl much time; abruptly, it changed again. This time it seemed to be the same party, only now it was over, everyone was flushed and reeking of alcohol, and the dishes on the table were scattered haphazardly. The men stood up, talking to each other, looking happy. Then one man seemed to go directly to the front desk to pay the bill, while the others gathered in a group and walked out, dispersing at the hotel entrance and leaving. It appeared to be a perfectly ordinary scene of people leaving a banquet after a satisfying meal.

Li Mengying involuntarily noticed that the paper bag was being held inconspicuously by another man of noble bearing.

Then, there was the crimson flame. A red-hot iron pillar rose high, and a naked man was bound to a platform. Several monsters with blue faces and fangs, resembling bulls and horses, dressed in ancient official robes, walked up to him, causing the naked man to scream in terror. That expression of pain, fear, and despair seemed to transcend time and space, deeply imprinting the inaudible sound into the girl's mind.

"Goodness, goodness..." The Buddhist chant still echoed in her ears, seemingly never ceasing. Before her, there was still the giant golden Buddha; beneath her feet, there was still the pure white marble floor.

The girl snapped out of her reverie, feeling as if she had been cleansed by clear water, completely clear-headed, all the confusion and bewilderment from before vanished.

"The world is ever-changing, every action is a consequence of cause and effect." The Buddhist chanting stopped, and the giant golden Buddha spoke, his voice solemn and dignified: "To those above, your father used bribery, coercion, intimidation, and deception to swindle countless projects, squeezing out the profits of honest businesses; to those below, he exploited migrant workers, delaying payment for projects for years, causing countless people to go unpaid, and even forcing several companies to go bankrupt due to broken cash flow. To the users, he substandardized the projects he contracted, using inferior materials, leaving countless homeowners with houses they had painstakingly saved their entire lives for, only to find them dilapidated. They could barely live there after just a few years. What a sin... He will surely fall into the cycle of reincarnation and suffer the torment of Avici Hell." As the Buddha spoke, Li Mengying felt an indescribable sadness, grief, and guilt welling up in her heart, relentlessly washing over her soul. Overwhelmed by such heavy and immense emotions, the girl couldn't help but sob, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm sorry... I... I'm sorry..." The girl's inconsolable sobs seemed to move the giant Buddha. The giant Buddha murmured again, "Amitabha, well said, well said. All beings possess good intentions. In the past, Maudgalyayana saved his deceased mother from hell; this great merit became the *Ullambana Sutra*, widely recited by the world, and people recite it in an attempt to save their deceased parents. However, karma catches up with them, and the cycle of reincarnation continues. Mere prayers are far from enough." Hearing the golden Buddha's tone seem to soften, Li Mengying, being an intelligent girl, didn't hesitate and immediately knelt on the ground, "May the Buddha have mercy, this humble girl humbly begs the Buddha for guidance." Saying this, she kowtowed repeatedly on the ground, the sound echoing loudly. After dozens of kowtows, she finally raised her head; a large patch of her forehead was swollen, and her once carefully maintained fair skin was now broken open, revealing bright red blood.

The giant golden Buddha seemed moved by the girl's resoluteness and piety. After chanting Buddhist mantras, it said, "It is good that you, as a child, have this heart. However, the cause and effect of worldly affairs are far beyond the reach of supernatural powers. Even if the Buddha himself were alive, he could not change the cause and effect of the destruction of the Shakya Kingdom." The Buddha paused, satisfied to see the girl's eyes filled with sorrowful tears, and continued, "The causes and effects of the past cannot be erased, and karmic debts will inevitably resurface sooner or later. As children, you should also accumulate merit for your parents, cultivate good thoughts, repay your karmic debts, and eliminate evil causes. Are you willing?" Even though she was usually willful, in times of crisis, the bond of blood was ultimately stronger than water. Li Mengying knelt on the ground, looked up at the giant Buddha, and simply uttered one word: "Yes." "The path to eliminating karmic debts is arduous and difficult. Are you really willing? No regrets?" the Buddha asked again.

"I will never regret it," the girl replied resolutely.

"But the grudges of those who have wronged you are deep-seated. Resolving these grievances cannot be done with mere words. I fear the sacrifice will be great. Are you still willing?" the giant Buddha asked again, his tone full of compassion.

A brief silence followed. "Yes. I am willing to use this body to repay my father's karmic debts. I will never regret it!" The girl's reply remained unchanged. If there was any change, it was that Mengying's tone was more resolute.

A gentle bell rang, silently recording the girl's vow.

The giant Buddha clasped his hands together, satisfied. "Truly, a deep father-daughter bond! Excellent, excellent… However, I still need to test your sincerity." Seeing the girl's slight apprehension, the giant Buddha comforted her, "Don't worry, the Silver Bell Treasure will naturally 'protect' you on the righteous path." As he finished speaking, a brilliant light flashed around the giant Buddha, and then a golden light soared into the sky, dazzling the eyes.

When the light faded, Mengying finally opened her eyes.

The room was empty. Where the Buddha had stood earlier, there was only an offering table. Judging by the age of the markings on it, it was quite old. At the center of the table was not a sculpture of a Buddhist deity, as monks usually worship, but a small, exquisite bell. On the altar was only a large coil of incense, its smoke rising and swirling, intoxicatingly sweet. Apart from that, there was nothing else in this vast space of several dozen square meters.

The countless shifts in scenery left the girl, who could only observe the world with her eyes, somewhat disoriented. She didn't even have the energy to consider why she was there. Li Mengying stared blankly at the silver bell on the offering table, murmuring to herself, "Is this a dream?" The only response from inside was the soft ringing of the bell coming from outside the window.

"Hmm, it's Li Mengying." A sudden voice interrupted the girl's thoughts.

Looking up in surprise, she saw a man in a sharp suit standing beside the offering table. However, the fabric of his suit was unusually large, and his beaming smile made him look somewhat endearing, almost like a giant panda. Seeing the questioning look in Li Mengying's eyes, he scratched his head in bewilderment.

This is impossible! The girl was startled.

She had just glanced over there; the entire Buddhist pavilion was empty, there was absolutely no way someone could be hiding there. And this was already the top of the pagoda, the passage leading up from the bottom was right behind her. If someone had come up, they couldn't have gone unnoticed.

How did he appear?

Come to think of it, this person wasn't entirely unfamiliar to her. Chen Xiongyou, known as Old Chen. Like her father, he was in the same profession, and the two were fierce competitors in their respective fields, secretly fighting to the death. Although he seemed quite honest and simple, it was said that he had made his fortune in the underworld in his early years, and his methods weren't exactly clean. However, having risen from the bottom, his foundation was insufficient, and in recent years, his father's subordinates had snatched many orders from him, which he was reportedly quite resentful about.

"Hello... um, Uncle Chen... you're here to offer incense too?" Being alone in a room with a man, especially under such strange circumstances, Li Mengying instinctively felt something was amiss. While greeting him, she took the opportunity to move towards the exit.

However, the room was small and completely exposed, so their every move was clearly visible. Li Mengying's little scheme couldn't escape the notice of Old Chen, a seasoned businessman with decades of experience. The man smiled strangely, revealing a set of teeth yellowed from years of cigarette smoke. He said, "Yes, niece, I've heard the Bodhisattva at Cangling Temple is very efficacious. Uncle Chen always worships Buddha, so of course I wouldn't miss it." With that, the man ignored Li Mengying, turned his back, picked up a bundle of incense from the offering table, and began to pray.

The girl's heart tightened, a strange sense of unease rising within her, yet she also felt a pang of curiosity. She asked, "Uncle Chen, there's no Buddha on the table?" The man didn't turn around; his voice, however, came from his imposing, broad back: "Hehe, my dear niece, you're getting ahead of yourself. Where is Buddha? Buddha is in your heart~" His tone was off! Although she knew she was exceptionally beautiful, and that Chen Youxiong, a full twelve years her senior, had looked at her with lewd, flirtatious eyes at the gathering, she had always maintained her seniority. Previously, Chen Youxiong's tone had always been feigned propriety, never so blatant. The girl's unease grew stronger, a palpable sense of pressure washing over her. This invisible pressure made her forget all restraint and decorum; Li Mengying turned and ran.

The man showed no intention of turning back, continuing to burn incense and bow.

"Ding-dong~" The bell in her hand rang again at that very moment.

The ringing bell seemed to possess a strange magic, penetrating directly through the eardrums into the brain, gently stirring. The eyes are the windows to the soul, and those bright, clear eyes were veiled in mist, becoming hazy and indistinct.

"Hmm~" The simple, light sound seemed to awaken Li Mengying's "memories." The girl's hurried pace slowed instantly, and she only managed a few steps towards the door due to inertia before her legs stopped, driven by a loss of will.

Only then did the man turn around unhurriedly, smiling, "The ancients said, 'Since you're here, make the best of it.' Niece Li, you've been to university and studied abroad, why are you in such a hurry?" The girl's face was expressionless, her eyes unfocused, allowing layers of mist to completely envelop her. Her pupils were directed towards the only exit. She seemed to be staring intently at the only exit leading to the lower level, or perhaps just gazing blankly at the endless void, listening to the bell, letting the void seize her soul. But unlike her calm, even somewhat indifferent expression, Li Mengying's lips trembled rapidly as she leaned closer to listen. "I want to atone for my father's karma... cultivate good relationships, dare to give... repay the karmic debts of my enemies while I'm still alive, to avoid them accumulating and piling up later... I'm not afraid of even the smallest sacrifice..." "Little niece, what are you thinking about?" As he spoke, the man had already walked up to the girl. Seeing the girl's unusual behavior, the man showed no surprise, as if he had expected it. A smug smile played on his lips, and his lewd desire swept unabashedly over the girl's high breasts, slender waist, the fair and tender legs and delicate ankles peeking out from under her skirt. He let the girl's bewildered eyes take in his wicked gaze, and, aroused, he even lightly reached out and pinched her delicate cheek, savoring the smoothness of her young flesh.

However, the man waited patiently, not hastily undressing. His rough, wolfish hands only lightly stroked her face and head a few times, a fleeting touch.

"Alright. I am willing to use this body to repay my father's karma. No regrets!" The girl murmured, her eyes closing slightly, like a door gently shut. Then, her final words to the golden Buddha escaped her lips again, each word clear and resolute.

With this vow born of love for her family, the girl opened her eyes again, her gaze sharp and intense. As the last sentence landed in the room, her eyes flashed like lightning, so sharp that it was almost unbearable to look directly at her.

Faced with such a gaze, Old Chen simply smiled, clapped his hands dismissively, and feigned grievance, complaining, "My dear niece, how many projects has your old man snatched from me these past few years? Not to mention the distant ones, just in the last two weeks, that multi-million dollar project from the municipal government was snatched away. And that's not all; he's been relentlessly grabbing orders for smaller projects, driving down market prices. It's making it so difficult for my company to survive; it's such a huge loss. I've already laid off several people." The girl's clear, sharp gaze only lasted a moment before softening. Hearing the man's complaints, she revealed a shy, bewildered expression, her hands fidgeting nervously. They rubbed each other's hands together before she said, "I'm sorry, Uncle Chen, please don't blame my father. After all, it's business..." Before the girl could finish her sentence, the man abruptly interrupted her. His acting was remarkable; this man, a full twelve years older than the young woman, suddenly burst into tears. He covered his face with one hand, and from under his sleeve came a deafening sob: "Sigh, there should be limits to doing business! Is this how you steal orders? I've laid off several people, and I still owe a lot of money. What am I going to do?" He continued talking to himself, giving the girl no chance to interrupt. Whenever she spoke, he would respond with an even louder voice. And yet, he was crying and complaining, and he was the elder, leaving Li Mengying completely speechless.

What to do? What to do? The bell in her hand made a strange sound again, and as if struck by inspiration, an idea flashed into the girl's mind. Just as she was in a dilemma, Li Mengying grasped at a straw and said, "Since that's the case, Uncle Chen, I'll compensate you for all the losses my father caused you." "Compensate? How will you compensate me?" The man's voice didn't quiet down at all, and the content became even more vulgar. "That was a project worth tens of millions! Although you are indeed beautiful, niece Li, with a fair face, big breasts, and a pretty perky butt, human flesh isn't worth much. How can you compensate me for my tens of millions in losses?" Hearing such vulgar words, the girl couldn't help but frown, and the thought of resistance arose in her heart. As if sensing the girl's thoughts, the bell in his hand rang softly again.

The feelings of hatred and disgust dissipated like soap bubbles in the sunlight, and countless chants faintly rose in her ears. The girl, who had been hesitant, paused, then gritted her teeth and said, "It's alright, Uncle Chen. Man proposes, God disposes. I will repay you for all the losses my father caused." The man's sobs abruptly ceased. He removed the sleeve covering his face, revealing a distorted face filled with excitement, joy, and eagerness. His eyes gleamed with a wicked light as he stared intently at the girl's lower body, chuckling, "Very good, Niece Li. I think there's no better time than now. Since everyone's free, let's start calculating now." Then, the man deliberately beckoned with his finger, feigning deep thought. She kept muttering to herself, "That municipal government project last time cost me tens of millions; then the water bureau renovation project before that, another two million; plus that Guangming School computer room project, about four hundred thousand, and then... sigh, if I do a quick calculation, it's at least several billion. I doubt a young girl like you could come up with that much. Sigh, Uncle Chen is a kind-hearted man, and he can't bear to come to a young girl's door to collect debts. How about this, you give Uncle something, something you can afford. Uncle will pretend the past never happened, okay?" Hearing that Old Chen was so "understanding," a glimmer of hope ignited in the girl's eyes. "Then, Uncle Chen, what do you need me to give you?" Amidst the melodious tinkling of bells coming from the nearby window, the man sighed softly. "Ah, Niece Li, you probably know that my Chen family has only had one son for generations. But in my generation, I haven't been able to produce a single son. Those old hags of mine only gave birth to girls. This won't do. The Chen family line can't end with me, otherwise how can I face my ancestors? I see, Niece Li, you have big breasts and a round bottom, two..." "Your baby is plump and healthy, clearly the type that's easy to conceive. The monk at the temple even did a fortune telling for me, saying our family's fortune lies in you." Excitedly, the man stepped forward, grasped the girl's delicate hand, and earnestly said, "Niece Li, your uncle is counting on you. Just give your uncle a son, and all past grievances will be wiped clean… This is a tremendous blessing, helping others and helping yourself." The girl was about to nod in agreement, but… a strange voice kept screaming in her heart. The man's words were clearly reasonable and correct; it was just a child. It wouldn't harm her, and it would benefit others. It would fulfill Old Chen's wish and also pay off her father's karmic debts—something within her power, and it didn't seem too difficult. But disturbed by that voice, she couldn't bring herself to agree.

Seeing the man's wide eyes waiting for her answer, what should she do?

What should she do?

What should she do?

"Ding-a-ling~" The timely gentle sound of the bell, like a breeze, dispelled all the doubts lingering in the girl's heart.

To the man, the scene was merely a momentary stunt; the girl quickly recovered, and Li Mengying smiled sweetly: "Okay, Uncle Chen, this is indeed within my power. So what should I do now?" This little bitch, so pretty yet saying such things, is clearly seducing him. Even though he had anticipated this, Old Chen still felt a sudden surge of lust. He couldn't help but chuckle wickedly, his facial muscles contorting. However, the girl didn't find it ugly; she even saw a hint of naivety.

The man's lewd words echoed in the room, "Having a baby, of course, is something you have to do, just like producing a product. Prepare the raw materials and put them into the machine, that's all. The government officials also warned us that 'practical work builds the nation, empty talk harms people.' With a plan, just follow the steps and make it happen." "That sounds reasonable," the girl nodded willingly, replying in a soft, gentle voice, "Okay, Uncle Chen, so what should we do now?" The man grinned, his two large yellow teeth gleaming under the light. "That's simple, of course we should make a plan first. My dear niece, you've read a lot of books, how come you don't even know this? The girls of the Li family are all about long hair, big breasts, and round butts, and no brains. Before undertaking any big project, you have to make a plan first, and then you can implement it." "Hmm." After being scolded by the man, the girl just nodded murmuredly.

Seeing the daughter of his enemy as docile as a lamb in front of him, Old Chen's excitement only increased, and he directly threw out a question with malicious intent, "Niece Li, when is your fertile period?" "Hmm, around next Monday." Of course, she knew her own body best. Li Mengying answered without hesitation.

"Hmm, next Monday. It's Thursday now, still several days away. I knew there wouldn't be such a thing as getting pregnant on the first try." The man stroked his stubble after hearing the girl's reply, muttering to himself.

"Um... oh... I'm sorry. I'm so useless, I'm so sorry, Uncle Chen." Hearing Old Chen's slightly disappointed voice, the girl suddenly felt a sense of relief, a vague feeling of relief that was inexplicably present. This feeling of relief clashed with the heavy thought of "urgent atonement" weighing on her mind, making her feel even more guilty. The girl quickly lowered her head, blushing, and apologized repeatedly, as if she could quell the strange, faint feeling of secret joy that had arisen within her through constant apologies. It seemed that repeatedly bowing and apologizing could suppress this inexplicable joy.

"Ding-dong~" The bell in her hand rang softly.

Seeing her enemy's daughter so openly discuss her period and apologize for it... From Old Chen's perspective, it was truly... hilarious. Indeed, that was the only word to describe it at the moment.

"Actually, it's not a loss." This thought flashed through the man's mind.

Then, Old Chen's huge hand landed on the girl's chest, reaching inside her clothes and kneading it vigorously. Old Chen sighed deliberately, his masculine, rough voice echoing in the room, "Hey, hey~ Niece Li, you're really useless. Uncle just wanted a boy, but you just don't have your period, what am I supposed to do?" "I'm sorry~ I'm sorry." Along with Old Chen's words, a feeling of guilt surged forth, and Li Mengying felt the "sin" on her shoulders grow even heavier. The girl was choked up and couldn't even utter a word of explanation, only able to apologize repeatedly.

Feeling the softness of those magnificent breasts, the elasticity and strength of kneading dough made the man's heart melt. Because of the summer heat, the girl's clothes were already thin, and with a little sweat, her flesh was faintly visible, a alluring glimpse of skin. Her breasts, already large and high, stretched the fabric, and with two lecherous hands, looking through the neckline, her plump, white breasts deformed with the varying pressure of her fingers, the glistening flesh peeking out between them. Just seeing this sight made a man's penis hard.

However, Old Chen didn't rush in. After all, he was a seasoned shrewd businessman, and he still had the necessary composure. Old Chen let out another sigh, mournful and sorrowful. "Oh, this is really difficult. Actually, your Uncle Chen just wants a boy, nothing else. But since we're here today, we can't just sit around doing nothing. I, Old Chen, don't know anything profound, so I can only use everyday trivialities as an example. You probably don't know this if you don't work on a construction site, but new machines on a construction site need to be run for a while before they work properly. What do you scholars call this? A 'break-in period.' This 'break-in period' means that two things need to get used to each other before they work properly. Well, although it's so late, and I, an old man, should be sleeping, for the sake of our future 'baby-making endeavor,' I, Old Chen, will work a little harder and 'break in' with you first, so that next time we can conceive on the first try." Listening to Old Chen's ramblings, Li Mengying didn't seem to find anything wrong with it at all, acting as if it was "the most natural thing to do." "Okay, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Chen." The man, still trying to gain an advantage, kept rambling on, "It's nothing, it's nothing. I, Chen, am just destined to be a hard worker. God deserves me to suffer a few more times in this world. It's nothing, I'm used to it. People should know how to suffer first and enjoy later. It's just to have a son, right? Heaven rewards diligence. I'll just fuck my niece Li a few more times with my big cock." Perhaps afraid that the girl would feel pressured, the man continued, "Niece Li, don't feel guilty. Even if you accidentally give birth to a girl, it's okay. I, Chen, still have some money. I'll raise the child. At worst, I'll try harder and fuck you a few more times. It's just a matter of probability." Looking at this dark-skinned, tall man, the girl felt her eyes welling up with tears. What a good person he was, hardworking, diligent, broad-minded, responsible, and dependable. It was a pity that she had been blinded by his crude and foolish appearance, often deliberately tripping him up when they attended social events together, failing to see his golden heart. Even so, Old Chen still didn't mind and treated her so kindly.

Mengying felt a lump in her throat, her large, watery eyes looking at Old Chen with admiration.

While the girl was still immersed in her own thoughts, Old Chen had already withdrawn his lecherous hands from his breasts and quickly stripped off his cumbersome clothes. A erect penis pointed angrily to the sky. Old Chen pointed to his manhood and, with the gentle guidance of an elder, said, "My dear niece, this kind of adjustment is multifaceted, multi-layered, and complex. Although our goal is just to have a son, the related work definitely needs to be done thoroughly. It's not just about my big cock and your wanton womb. How about this, you suck my cock first, so we can get to know each other better, which will make things easier later." At Old Chen's insistence, Li Mengying didn't take off her clothes. She remained fully clothed.

Then, the girl knelt on the ground, facing the enormous, unusually large member. She frowned, looking troubled, but finally opened her small mouth slightly. Her two cherry-colored lips gleamed under the light, and a red tongue trembled as it carefully licked the man's swollen glans before quickly withdrawing.

"Ah~ Good, continue." The man let out a soft, pleasurable gasp as his massive, masculine penis was gently touched by her soft, feminine tongue. He

savored the masculine scent emanating from her tongue. This was the taste of a man. It was slightly fishy, but not disgusting; in fact, it had a strange, inexplicable quality.

Perhaps encouraged by Old Chen's words, or perhaps because the sensation of licking his penis wasn't so bad, Li Mengying carefully extended her tongue again, licking the glistening red glans before quickly withdrawing it.

Like gently stirring embers in a fire to allow fresh air and fuel to come into full contact so the flames could burn brighter, Old Chen felt the pent-up lust within him about to explode.

This little bitch, licking twice and then withdrawing, licking a few more times, just stirring up my lust without satisfying me! Crimson desire surged through his brain, and the man's tone became rough.

"Is this how you do it? That's not how you do oral sex . Open your mouth wide and do as your uncle says," Old Chen ordered impatiently, moving one hand down to adjust the position of his penis, seemingly preparing to do it himself.

Hearing Old Chen's instruction, Meng Ying hesitated only slightly before quickly opening her mouth wide, waiting for "Little Chen's" visit.

Under the light, her lips were red and her teeth white, her delicate face radiating youthful luster.

Old Chen simply glanced at her, not paying any attention to this beautiful sight for even a moment. The swollen penis had very simple and pure thoughts for the girl: fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck! fuck!

So, the moment the girl opened her mouth wide, the already impatient penis, without any restraint, thrust in without hesitation, completely filling most of her oral cavity.

Suddenly subjected to such an impact, even though she was somewhat prepared, her body still reacted naturally. Meng Ying coughed instinctively, her tongue pushing up precariously, trying to expel the invading enemy.

The veiny penis didn't linger in her mouth for long. It pulled back slightly before plunging in, thrusting in deeply. Most of the penis was inside the girl's mouth.

Old Chen felt the tip of his penis pass through a saliva-filled space, arriving at a relatively narrow and warmer vagina. His thrusting penis was tightly enveloped by the soft, wet flesh.

"Hmm~" Even Old Chen, a seasoned veteran of many affairs, didn't often have the opportunity for deep throating. After all, the human body has an instinctive resistance to foreign objects entering the throat, and overcoming this instinct isn't something that can be mastered through mere practice. And not everyone with the "talent" to overcome the nausea from deep throating is worthy of Old Chen's approval. Meng Ying's delicate throat was just as tight and slippery as her vagina. This feeling of being tightly enveloped made the man only able to let out happy humming sounds. The deeply inserted penis couldn't resist its excitement and thrust in and out forcefully a few more times.

The girl's instinctive reaction was equally immediate. After the penis entered, Mengying's delicate face contorted, her taut muscles seeming as if she was about to sneeze. After a moment of stiffness, she forcefully closed her wide-open mouth downwards.

However, the girl's instinctive reaction failed; what came out of her teeth was a different kind of sweet and fishy smell, originating from the same source as the fishy stench inside the penis. And the one who timely stuck his finger into the girl's mouth to save his "good brother" was none other than Old Chen, who had been paying attention to the girl's reaction. Seeing Mengying's slightly contorted, sneezing expression, Old Chen knew something was wrong and became more alert, ready to intervene at any moment.

The man looked at the girl with some annoyance; the blood from his fingertip was still silently flowing in Mengying's mouth. The unbearable pain brought the man back from heavenly pleasure to earth. This huge contrast further fueled Old Chen's anger and sadistic urges.

However, compared to the darkness in his heart, Old Chen still wore a smile, but it was no longer the expression of someone who had succeeded in their plan or was satisfied with the pleasure; instead, it was a sinister and eerie smile.

Old Chen's penis continued to move in and out of Meng Ying's throat, showing no sign of wavering because of this small "accident." Seeing Li Meng Ying involuntarily drooling from her nose and mouth as the large object went deep into her throat, and seeing crystal tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, the man felt no pity for her. Instead of retreating, he pressed on, his violent and mad heart feeling an unparalleled excitement.

Ignoring the girl's muffled whimpers and pleas for mercy, Old Chen used his other free hand to tightly grasp her long, black, lustrous hair, as fine as silk, preventing Li Mengying from bowing her head in the slightest. His other hand pressed firmly against Mengying's vulva, ensuring her white teeth wouldn't harm his precious penis, using it as a fulcrum. His magnificent penis began to ravage and pierce the girl's throat wildly.

The man's penis relentlessly thrust and scraped deep into her throat, stimulating Mengying's throat muscles to involuntarily contract. Her tender flesh, never before touched by any other living thing, writhed in agony, and her tongue, pressed to one side by the penis, moved erratically in discomfort. Even these slight resistances were completely futile, only bringing Old Chen, the perpetrator, greater pleasure.

He was defiling his rival's daughter, twisting her will, and distorting her beliefs; forcing her to perform deep throating, something even a prostitute wouldn't do; ignoring her resistance and thrusting forcefully, bringing a sense of depravity akin to rape; the terrifying thought of her teeth clenching down at any moment due to carelessness… coupled with her tight throat, which, though not a vagina, felt even tighter.

All of this quickly brought Old Chen to the peak of pleasure. At this point, the man, too lazy to stop, thrust his already deeply penetrating penis one last time, plunging it a few more inch deeper before releasing his life-giving semen completely into the girl's body. Only

after thoroughly ejaculating did Old Chen withdraw, satisfied.

As soon as Old Chen released her, the girl collapsed to the ground in agony, her pale arms weakly supporting her weight, vomiting incessantly, making painful, unpleasant sounds. She vomited the thick, viscous fluid he had forcibly forced into her onto the clean floor. Along with it, cold sweat dripped from her entire body.

Having just vented his lust, Old Chen's desire subsided slightly, and he didn't make any further moves, simply watching the girl's actions quietly.

After seeing that the girl had vomited everything in her stomach, Old Chen slowly pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. "Finished? Wipe yourself." What was supposed to be a simple gesture caused the girl to jump up like a startled rabbit. Her eyes darted around timidly, and when she noticed Old Chen looking in her direction, she immediately lowered her head to the floor, daring not to make any eye contact with him.

However, even after being ejaculated on and greatly humiliated, Meng Ying showed no intention of running downstairs.

After entering the refractory period, it would take time to recover. The night was short, and Old Chen wasn't about to let it slip away easily. Seeing the girl's terrified expression after the rough deepthroating, Old Chen went to his clothes that had fallen to the floor and pulled out a piece of yellow paper from his shirt. The paper was covered with strange black symbols, which he then lit using the candles on the altar.

Light smoke dissipated...

"Ding-dong~" The bell rang at just the right moment, dispelling the rising fear. In an instant, thousands of chants and voices echoed in her ears, making Mengying feel dizzy. Her brain seemed to sink into a muddy, soft swamp, constantly sinking and sinking. The murky mud deeply stained her originally pure heart. Yet, her mind seemed infinitely clear. As if

trying to shake off these emotions, Li Mengying shook her head vigorously, causing her long, shiny black hair to sway from side to side.

"How is it?" A concerned voice came from beside her. Turning her head, she saw Old Chen staring at her with wide eyes, holding a handkerchief and carefully handing it to her.

"Thank you~ thank you." Taking the handkerchief, the girl hurriedly thanked him, secretly blaming herself for her poor oral sex skills. Uncle Chen was so tolerant and generous, not blaming her at all. He even came over to teach her personally. I almost bit Uncle Chen! That's ingratitude... I even deliberately acted like a child to ignore Uncle Chen. Although Uncle Chen doesn't hold it against me because I'm a junior, it just adds negative karma out of thin air. Originally, it was to atone for Dad's sins, but now my sins are getting deeper and deeper!

What should I do? What should I do? What should I do?

Just as the girl was sinking into self-pity and pessimism, her eyes suddenly caught sight of Old Chen, who was still squatting to the side.

Apologize, a thought surged in Mengying's mind. Yes, apologize. Even if she couldn't get Uncle Chen's forgiveness, at least... at least she could convey her apology.

With a "whoosh," the girl suddenly stood up and apologized to Old Chen repeatedly.

"Is this what the master meant by 'bewitching the mind'?" The man's expression was also somewhat surprised. Although before coming here, the master had given him a talisman covered with incomprehensible characters, saying it had the effect of bewitching the mind and confusing the spirit. This technique can be used to calm Li Mengying when she is experiencing intense emotional turmoil. The first use seemed to have an unexpectedly good effect!

Feeling his penis begin to arouse again, Old Chen shook off his distracting thoughts and dismissed all other ideas. His gaze towards the girl became lewd again.

Looking at the girl's blue skirt, Old Chen had another lewd thought. He patted the ground, "Come on, lie down obediently, Li niece. Take off your panties for Uncle Chen, then lift your skirt so Uncle's big cock and your little womb can have a good rubbing together." This time, without any hesitation, Li Mengying glanced around. Besides an altar, the area was completely empty. Helpless, the girl carefully squatted down and carefully pulled down her panties. Then she spread her legs wide, her back arching, trying her best to display her hidden vulva to the man's view.

Facing her two white, jade-like legs spread wide at 120 degrees, Old Chen coldly responded. "Not enough, still not enough. I heard from Old Li that you practiced yoga, how come you can't even do a split! Open it wider." "Of course." Faced with Old Chen's order, Li Mengying obeyed without hesitation. Her fair hands gripped the base of her thighs even tighter, her muscles tensing, spreading, spreading... spreading further, until her legs were stretched to their limit, unable to extend any further. Her

delicate, fair thighs were spread wide, completely exposing her hidden vulva to Old Chen's eyes. The black forest above her vulva was like a soft peach leaf, offering no protection against the lewd gaze from above. The girl, whose mind had been completely lost, would never know that such a complete act of submission was something even the lowest prostitute on the street would be ashamed to do. Now, her vulva, which should have been hidden and cherished, was completely presented to this man who was a full twelve years older than her, old enough to be her father.

The hands that gripped her legs were snow-white, with an opal-like smoothness. Each finger was as slender and long as a pianist's, the nails gracefully elongated oval. And these same slender, beautiful hands were spreading her legs wide, revealing her deepest, most sacred secrets to evil.

Without any foreplay, without giving her tight vulva any chance to lubricate, perhaps wanting to savor the pain of her enemy's daughter, perhaps simply out of revenge, or perhaps the brutal oral penetration earlier had given Old Chen a unique, sadistic aesthetic. In any case, under the light, through her wide-open vulva, Old Chen confirmed the thin membrane trembling within the girl's jade pot, then lifted his "little brother," as massive as a battering ram, spit on it, and then firmly secured the girl's two jade branches with both hands, before thrusting in.

Before penetrating, Old Chen gave the girl one last, deep gaze, like an eagle eyeing a white rabbit on the prairie, preparing for its final swoop. And his already erect and swollen dragon truly swooped down.

With the weight of a man, the thick dragon slammed heavily into the white membrane that symbolized chastity, then broke through the barrier without hesitation, penetrating as deep as it could reach.

"Ugh~" Tears welled up in Li Mengying's eyes instantly. The girl's determination to "atone" for her father was unwavering, but before this day, she was just a pampered young lady, spoiled and pampered by everyone. The pain of being roughly and brutally deflowered without lubrication was not something that could be endured by simply gritting one's teeth.

"No...it hurts so much...don't, don't move, pull it out..." The girl's crying pleas for mercy were quickly answered. After penetrating to the deepest point, the powerful and vigorous attack of the penis finally paused slightly. However, it only paused for a moment. Soon, Old Chen was thrusting in and out again, making piston-like movements. The dry flesh walls tightly wrapped around the red dragon, every tender piece of flesh inside trembling and wailing as it contracted, trying to expel this foreign object that had penetrated so deeply for the first time in its life. And this absolute tightness, like that of a young girl, gave the man's glans and penis an unparalleled pleasure. As for the girl's tearful face, her head shaking in defiance, and her long black hair swaying with each movement, Old Chen saw it as the ultimate visual feast.

This... was conquest! Complete and utter conquest! His engorged penis, brimming with desire, roamed freely within her tight, taut vagina, approaching the palace of life at will, ready to spill the white fluid, symbolizing the endless essence of life, onto the sacred ground of her womb. Whether she wanted it or not, she could only be forced to accept the union of sperm and egg. He wanted to etch his mark firmly into the innermost layer of the girl's flesh. Was there a more perfect conquest than this?

Thinking this with pleasure, Old Chen's penetration became even more intense.

The only drawback was that even though he had already ejaculated once, after a few minutes of brief penetration, Old Chen felt a strong urge to ejaculate rising from his lower abdomen. This made Old Chen, who always prided himself on being a "long, thick, and hard" expert, unable to help but spit out, "This slut, her cunt is so tight, I'm going to squeeze you dry!" Even as he said this, Old Chen's movements didn't stop. He took a deep breath, slightly controlling his lower body muscles, and once again tightly gripped the girl's round, half-moon-shaped buttocks. Between each pair of fingers, her snow-white, pure skin was pressed high, gleaming brightly under the light.

However, while giving Old Chen unparalleled sensual pleasure, Li Mengying was not feeling well. Her buttocks were tightly gripped by the man's thick, powerful claws, while her cunt was being brutally invaded by the blood-stained penis. His large mouth would occasionally lick her chest obscenely, leaving a large patch of sticky saliva on her chest. A feeling of sorrow spread through his spine, making him want to cry out.

The girl did indeed cry, tears streaming down her face, her beautiful, swan-like neck arched as she moaned, her delicate legs bent in futile resistance.

However, this only gave Old Chen an even greater sense of conquest. His lower body throbbed rapidly, as if powered by a super-powerful motor, and soon the urge to ejaculate surged within him again.

Just before ejaculation, Old Chen suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to ask something important. Reaching out, he pinched Li Mengying's cheek, squeezing the tender flesh, and asked with a lewd grin, "Niece Li, when exactly is your fertile period?" Despite the pain of recently losing her virginity, Li Mengying endured the agony and answered Old Chen's question, her voice somewhat muffled by the man's crooked pinching of her cheek. "It'll be in the next few days." "Great. Great, this is all thanks to holding back for a week, eating ginseng and sea cucumber every day to nourish my body." Old Chen nodded with wild joy, the black, wicked pleasure making the urge to ejaculate even stronger. As a result, his crimson dragon became even hotter and larger. Li Mengying's narrow little vagina, after repeated friction, had become slightly lubricated, but faced with the newly swollen penis, her innocent flower pot simply couldn't bear it. Clearly feeling the fierce resistance of the inner walls of her flower pot, Old Chen didn't retreat but advanced, his thick, black penis thrusting forcefully until the entire base of his penis was completely inside the girl's body.

Warm flesh enveloped her completely, the burning red tip already reaching the entrance of the temple.

"Well then, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum. Li bitch~ be a good girl and get pregnant with my Chen family's child, give birth to my child." At the last moment, Old Chen felt an unparalleled joy surge through his heart. The man roared, and his entire red dragon, swallowed by the tender flower pot, convulsed as it sprayed its full life force into the girl's body.

"Okay, please cum all of it." As if in her mind, the suffering of the flesh was about to end, and the path of redemption would begin a new journey. Upon hearing Old Chen's declaration of pregnancy, the girl did not resist. She even made a concerted effort, pushing her full and thick vulva upwards, letting this desire be fully released into her body.

All the evil desires and carnal lusts were completely released in this dragon's spit.

"Huff, huff," both sides had consumed a huge amount of energy in this "battle," and only the rapid panting of the man and woman could be heard in the spacious room.

After a long while, Old Chen straightened up, put on the pants he had carelessly discarded on the ground, shook off the dust, and put them on.

His watch, scattered on the ground along with his shirt and belt, clearly showed the time: 2:24.

"It's already so late." It was late at night, the time for humans to sleep; it seemed there was still plenty of time to squander. For some reason, Old Chen frowned when he saw the time.

Perhaps it was because he had satisfied his lust, and the feeling after the climax was particularly pleasant, or perhaps it was because of the physical intimacy, and Li Mengying was very likely to be the mother of his future child. Old Chen's words were less harsh than before, even a little gentler, "I was planning to do it a few more times; I even brought the medicine, but unfortunately… unfortunately, time is running out. Niece Li, you can go now." The girl didn't reply, still lying lifelessly on the ground. Her fair skin reflected the light, making the room seem brighter. A thick, red and white fluid was flowing from her lower body, constantly emitting a fishy smell.

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Chen smacked himself hard and laughed, "This old senile man almost forgot the master's instructions again." Then, he picked up the silver bell that had been left on the ground sometime during their passionate lovemaking and gently placed it in Li Mengying's palm.

"Jingle bells~~" The melodious sound of the bell came from outside the window.

The bell in her hand resonated and danced with the sounds.

The girl shuddered violently, her eyes glazed over, and her hands mechanically picked up and put on the dusty clothes... After watching the girl dress, tie her shoelaces, and walk down the stairs, the man who had been silently watching breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and then took an envelope from his neatly dressed suit. After confirming the contents several times, he smiled with satisfaction. He then hurried towards the stairs.

The matter was settled. The girl toddled back home, but Old Chen didn't head towards his temporary lodging. Instead, he carefully took out a small flashlight and left along a secluded path.

"All done?!" After stumbling along for several tens of minutes, another tall, thin man in black strolled over at the end of the path, seemingly having waited for a long time. Upon meeting, the man spoke with certainty, seemingly confident in Old Chen's actions.

"Of course! With the full support of Master Lin and Master Bai Xin, what's the big deal? I, Chen, can't handle it!" Old Chen patted his chest proudly.

"Alright, follow me." The man didn't say much more, just gave a brief instruction, and turned to walk deeper into the woods. Old Chen hurriedly followed. Strangely, the man didn't carry a flashlight, candle, or other lighting tools, yet he moved freely through the dense undergrowth without encountering any obstacles.

When the two arrived at the abbot's residence, the man surnamed Lin simply waved his hand and stood silently in the bushes, gazing at the distant temple lights. Old Chen, bewildered, could only stand obediently, not daring to ask any questions, constantly peeking out.

The vast bamboo forest was filled only with the chirping of insects and the distant sound of bells.

"That's enough," the tall, thin man suddenly spoke, without explanation, just as Old Chen was about to ask.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door in the distance opened. The man there, having finished his conversation with Abbot Bai Xin, emerged, profusely thanking him. "Thank you, Master, thank you for your guidance. I noticed the paths in the temple are a bit uneven, making it difficult for the monks to walk. Once the next project is successfully completed, I will definitely return to fulfill my vow and rebuild the paths." "Amitabha, you're too kind, Benefactor Li," Abbot Bai Xin returned the greeting with a smile.

After chatting idly for a while at the door, the man reluctantly left.

Whether by supernatural powers or keen senses, the Venerable Bai Xin, who had seen the man off, didn't immediately return to his house, but instead kept a fixed gaze on the direction the two had gone.

Only after watching the man walk away did the tall, thin man lead Old Chen out of the bushes.

As soon as they emerged, Old Chen, rubbing the large welts from the mountain mosquito bites, spat on the ground and sneered, "Pah! This bastard, he's such a cheapskate. Waiting until the project acceptance to come and fulfill his vow, huh? Everyone knows that municipal government projects take forever, who knows when that will be! I'm going to start building roads and bridges for the workers right now!" He deliberately dragged out his words, "That's what you call offering incense and worshipping the Buddha, making offerings to the master." Seeing the man in front remain silent, Old Chen rubbed his welts... Wiping the still-smooth residue of the young girl clinging to his fingers, he continued smugly, "Hmph, that Li guy was so arrogant in front of me, stealing my project, and then he came to yell at me, saying his construction team was better than mine, more responsible than mine, that he had more funds, and his manager was more shrewd. Pah! Everyone knows that Li bastard is related to Director Li of the municipal government. Now look what happened, the daughter pays for the father's debts, hmph, serves him right!" After cursing, he felt much better, and the two walked up the steps. The indoor light shone on their faces, casting various colors. Old Chen quickly handed over an envelope: "Master, this is a small gift, please accept it~ please accept it." "Amitabha, I dare not, monks do not handle money," the abbot said calmly, his hands clasped together.

Old Chen quickly changed his target, turning to the tall, thin man beside him. "Master Lin, this is my donation to the temple. Please accept it." The tall, thin man next to the abbot stepped forward, unceremoniously took the envelope, and carefully put it in his pocket. He continued, "Mr. Chen, you're too kind, but let me make this clear. It's not that I want to take your money; it's for charity. It's for building bridges and roads, supporting out-of-school children, providing them with education and medical care. This is to accumulate merit for you; it's a great act of merit." Old Chen nodded hurriedly. "That's right, that's right. This is definitely not a gift. I understand, I understand. It's just that I, Chen, have too many things to do every day. I have money and want to do good deeds, but I'm afraid the money won't be used effectively, so I'll have to trouble the monks to help manage and look after it. This is charitable money, charitable money." "It's good that you understand. This money is yours, and the merit created with this money is also yours," the tall, thin man continued to advise.

"Hey, Master, what are you saying? We're all family, there's no need to distinguish between you and me. My merit is Master's merit!" Old Chen patted his chest proudly and declared loudly.

After a while, realizing it was inappropriate, he quickly added, "Of course, Master's merit is still Master's merit." "Amitabha~" Master Baixin clasped his hands together and said nothing more. The

tall, thin man behind him, seeing this, quickly understood and said, "That's enough, it's getting late. Mr. Chen, let's not disturb Master's meditation any longer..." As he spoke, he turned around.

Old Chen, having been in the business world for decades, understood this perfectly and quickly said, "That's right, that's right. It's getting late, and I just remembered some worldly matters, I'm sorry. Master Baixin, farewell, farewell." "Amitabha." Master Baixin clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.

The serene moonlight shone down on the earth, covering the ground with a layer of white gauze. Two men dressed in black walked along the road. The one in the lead, empty-handed, led the way at a leisurely pace. The others, seemingly growing impatient, started chatting again after walking a short distance, when the pagoda was obscured by the branches of the trees.

"Hey, Brother Linhe, how come this Master Baixin is so amazing? He just flashed by, and the girl was completely bewildered. I still don't understand," Old Chen said, half-admiring, half-doubting.

"The Buddha said: It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken," the tall, thin man carrying the lantern in front didn't answer directly, but simply recited a Buddhist verse.

After finishing, his tone shifted, and he chuckled, "Hehe, does it matter? Anyway, Boss Chen, you've already got both a beauty and a man. Besides, I heard that President Li is going to be a devout believer and stay here for a week. Hehe..." The rest of his words, though unspoken, were clear, completely destroying the previous mysterious and somber atmosphere.

Old Chen laughed triumphantly, "Hehe, yeah. Got Li Xiao Biao, and made that guy Li a cuckold. Next time I see him, I might have to call him Father-in-law. Hahaha..." "Ding-ding-dang-dang..." The night breeze blew, rustling the thousand-layered wind chimes on the pagoda.

The night was deep and quiet, past midnight, before dawn. A few drops of dew had already condensed on the small red flowers by the roadside. A mountain breeze blew, and the dewdrops gently fell, still tinged with the bright red of the petals, like tears of blood, falling to the ground!

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