[Joyful Zen] [The End]

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The Joyful Zen Author: Unknown

Chapter One: A Lovestruck Scholar Seeks Shelter from the Rain and Encounters a Beautiful Young Nun The

sky darkened, a torrential downpour ensued, dark clouds hung low, and the sun and moon were obscured!

A merciless lightning bolt ripped through the inky sky, and with a deafening clap of thunder, struck a large pine tree atop Mount Tai.

The pine tree instantly burst into flames, burning rapidly even as the rain continued to pour, then with a crash, the entire trunk collapsed, breaking in two, and tumbled down the hillside, rolling into the abyss below… Mount Tai, the foremost of the Five Sacred Mountains, which just an hour ago was teeming with tourists, was now an empty mountain devoid of human presence.

Such sudden thunderstorms were common on Mount Tai.

This thunderstorm, which occurred at the end of the Ming Dynasty, was nothing more than an ordinary one, nothing extraordinary.

No one could have imagined that this thunderstorm would give rise to one of the most thrilling, bizarre, romantic, and also most moving legendary stories of the Ming Dynasty.

On the day of the thunderstorm, among the many ladies and gentlemen enjoying the mountain scenery was a scholar named Wu.

Originally from Jiangnan, he had just failed the imperial examinations and was feeling dejected. His family encouraged him to travel and enjoy the scenery to relax and relieve his boredom.

Fortunately, a relative of his worked as a clerk in the Tai'an County government office. Wu decided to take this opportunity to visit Mount Tai, a place he had long yearned to see. So he packed his bags, went to Tai'an County, and found his relative.

This relative, being an official, arranged for him to climb the mountain.

Mount Tai, known as the First Mountain under Heaven, has thousands of stone steps that soar into the clouds. Even a young, strong man would be panting heavily after climbing it. This scholar, Wu, had spent his childhood studying diligently in the academy, and was not physically active. With a pale face, slender fingers, and a high-pitched voice, he looked almost like a girl. Asking him to climb Mount Tai would likely result in him collapsing after only a few steps.

So, his relatives arranged for Wu, a scholar, to ride in a "basket sedan chair" up the mountain.

This "basket sedan chair" was an ancient tool for climbing mountains; it was essentially a bamboo basket carried by two people, round and slightly concave in the middle, with bedding laid out inside, making it comfortable to sit or lie down in.

Wu, the scholar, easily reached the South Heavenly Gate in the "basket sedan chair." He tipped the two porters and then, in high spirits, wandered around the mountain, admiring the sights.

As he walked, he unknowingly came upon a temple. Looking up, he saw a plaque with three large characters: "Doumu Palace."

Doumu Palace was a complex of halls built along the hillside, its buildings uneven, resembling a wild goose spreading its wings, magnificent and imposing.

Wu, the scholar, pushed open the door and entered. He found the halls deep and secluded, the Buddhist shrine solemn and shrouded in mist. As he was reciting poetry, a wrinkled old nun approached him, bowing with her hands clasped in prayer. "Esteemed benefactor," she said, "why not come to the back hall for tea and a rest?" Upon seeing the nun, Wu exclaimed, "Pah! Pah!" and ran away.

It turned out that before his examination, he had encountered a nun and failed the exam.

Wu attributed his failure to "meeting a nun and being tainted with bad luck."

Now, while touring Mount Tai, he had encountered a nun again—truly terrible luck!

Wu quickly fled the "Doumu Palace" and went to explore other mountains.

The sky was clear and the air was fresh. Wu enjoyed the beautiful scenery and was so happy he forgot to leave.

Unexpectedly, the weather turned drastically. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds gathered, a fierce wind arose, and then the sky changed dramatically, unleashing a torrential downpour accompanied by thunder and lightning… Wu Xiucai had never seen such terrifying weather in his life. Terrified, he frantically searched for shelter.

Meanwhile, the tourists on the mountain, soaked to the bone, scrambled and scrambled for cover, pushing and shoving, crying and screaming… Wu Xiucai looked around and realized he was in trouble. He had stumbled upon an isolated mountain peak, with no temples or other shelters nearby. He groaned in despair and frantically ran east and west. Suddenly, he saw several huge rocks leaning against each other, forming a hollow, just big enough for a few people.

Overjoyed, he rushed forward and stood in a corner of the cave. The ground was too damp to sit on, so he sighed at his bad luck in this awful weather.

The rain poured down harder and harder, showing no signs of stopping.

Wu, the scholar, stood until his legs ached. His thin clothes offered little protection from the mountain wind, and he felt icy cold, hungry, and shivering uncontrollably.

"Waaah..." A woman's sobs faintly drifted from the wind and rain. Wu looked closely and saw rolling dark clouds and a torrential downpour, everything a blur of light.

Through the haze, he could vaguely make out a woman's figure, shielding her head with her sleeve, swaying unsteadily. She seemed to be a woman hiking, terrified by the storm and unable to find shelter, hence her weeping.

Wu, being a scholar, naturally felt compassion.

He knew that on this isolated mountain peak, there were no temples or houses to take shelter from the rain; the only place he could find refuge was this cave he stood in. Perhaps the wind and rain were too fierce for the woman to discover.

"Young lady!" Wu Xiucai couldn't help but call out, "Please come this way! There's a cave where you can take shelter from the rain!" He called out twice and saw the figure running towards the cave, her sleeve covering her head.

"Thank you so much for reminding me, sir," the woman said, panting, as she entered the cave.

As she spoke, she lowered the sleeve covering her head.

"Oh dear!" Wu Xiucai was dumbfounded, inwardly lamenting his misfortune.

The woman's head was completely bald, like a gourd, and she wore a gray monk's robe... another nun.

"Thank you, sir. This humble nun thanks you," the nun said politely again when she saw that Wu Xiucai remained silent.

Wu, a refined scholar, though disliking nuns, couldn't be too arrogant given their politeness. So, he bowed respectfully, saying, "This humble scholar is Wu..." He trailed off, unable to continue, his gaze fixed on the nun.

It turned out the nun had been soaked in the rain for a long time; her robes, wet and clinging to her body like a bodysuit, accentuated her curves, making her figure appear even more voluptuous and slender.

Her breasts, usually hidden by her loose robes, were now prominently displayed, trembling slightly... Wu's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his tongue darting out of his mouth, "Young lady... no, master, may I ask your name... no, may I ask your Dharma name?" Seeing his bewildered expression, the nun couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"The little nun's Dharma name is Miaoxiang." "Miaoxiang?" Wu Xiucai's bookish nature kicked in, and he chanted, shaking his head, "Indeed, the wonder is truly wondrous, the fragrance is even more fragrant. May I ask where the master's temple is?" "It's Doumu Palace right here." Doumu Palace? Wu Xiucai thought about how he had entered the nunnery earlier, only to encounter an ugly old nun, but unexpectedly found the beautiful Miaoxiang in this desolate mountain cave. Was it not predestined?

At this moment, he stared intently at Miaoxiang. He saw that she had delicate features, fair and tender skin. Although she hadn't applied any makeup, a thin blush rose on her face, like a pale morning sun.

Her small lips smiled mischievously, revealing her fine teeth, enough to make anyone dumbfounded... Wu Xiucai felt his hunger and cold instantly disappear, and a hot rush of blood coursed through his body... "Dong..." A bell rang out from afar.

The young nun's face turned deathly pale!

"The bell in the nunnery has rung, so this nun must take her leave." Wu Xiucai peeked out of the cave and saw a fierce storm raging.

"Are you crazy?" Wu Xiucai grabbed Miaoxiang's arm. "In this weather, why don't we wait a little longer..." "No," Miaoxiang trembled slightly. "The nunnery's rules state that if you don't come to the assembly after the bell has rung three times, you will be severely punished!" Wu Xiucai hadn't expected to have to part ways so soon after seeing the beauty; he felt a pang of sadness.

"I...I can..." Wu Xiucai stammered, "...go to the Doumu Palace to find you?" Miaoxiang shuddered, her eyes fixed on Wu Xiucai, her face immediately darkening. "A nunnery, a sacred Buddhist place, how can a man be so presumptuous!" With that, she rushed out of the cave and quickly disappeared into the vast wind and rain.

Wu Xiucai stared blankly at Miaoxiang, his heart churning with emotions. In that fleeting glance, Miaoxiang had captured his heart; he felt a shock he had never experienced before.

For him, the provincial and imperial examinations, the title of top scholar—they were all utter garbage!

"Woman, I must have Miaoxiang!" The rain poured down, and Miaoxiang was no longer visible. In the distance, the majestic Doumu Palace loomed, hazy in the wind and rain, like a sinister castle.

Miaoxiang lived in a nunnery, a sacred Buddhist site, a nunnery where men were forbidden from visiting, having no chance to approach the nuns, let alone win her heart.

"How can I enter Doumu Palace and stay by Miaoxiang's side?" "How can I avoid the other nuns' surveillance, have a heart-to-heart talk with Miaoxiang, and launch a romantic offensive?" Wu Xiucai pondered, his confidence dwindling with each thought.

Miaoxiang wasn't an ordinary woman; ordinary women had romantic aspirations and would fall in love at first sight.

But Miaoxiang was a nun, a Buddhist disciple who had seen through the illusions of the world, her heart as still as water. Even if he could see her, what method could he use to move her?

Moreover, he and Miaoxiang had only met briefly and had no connection whatsoever; Miaoxiang might not even have forgotten his name.

In the distance, the bells of Doumu Palace rang again, each sound reverberating in his heart… Wu Xiucai recalled the strictly disciplined Doumu Palace, the terrified look on Miaoxiang's face when she heard the bells, and Miaoxiang's stern admonition: "In a nunnery, a pure Buddhist sanctuary, how can men be allowed to act so recklessly?" He felt lost and, without thinking, walked out of the cave.

The wind and rain continued to rage, but Wu Xiucai was not entirely oblivious, walking step by step down the mountain. More than

half a month later, on a sunny day, the red gates of Doumu Palace were wide open. Devout men and women coming to offer incense, and gentlemen and ladies enjoying the scenery, flowed in and out of the gate like a never-ending tide.

A young village girl, dressed in a pink dress, her hair styled in a low bun, her face lightly powdered, delicate and fair, like a lotus flower reflected in the water. As she walked, her waist swayed gracefully, light and elegant, like a willow branch swaying in the wind.

The young girl followed the flow of pilgrims into the Doumu Palace. She first went to the main hall to pay homage to the Guanyin statue, bowing deeply. Then, she swayed her hips and walked through the hall into a long corridor, continuing towards the back.
At the end of the corridor was a high pink wall with a large, tightly closed door in the middle.

Visitors would not go any further than this, but the young girl gently pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Behind the door was a lush green meadow, and in the distance, a row of exquisitely crafted temples could be seen. Just

as the young girl was about to walk forward, suddenly, an old nun appeared before her, bowing with her hands clasped in prayer.

"Esteemed benefactor, beyond this round gate lies the place where the monks and nuns of this nunnery practice. Outsiders are not permitted to visit. Please leave immediately." Unexpectedly, the village girl suddenly knelt before the old nun with a "plop," weeping, "My name is Liu Gu. My husband died young, and my in-laws have bullied me in every way. I am willing to shave my head and become a nun, to convert to Buddhism." Liu Gu wept bitterly, and the old nun couldn't help but sigh, saying, "Since that's the case, rise and come with me to see the abbess." With that, the old nun turned and walked inside, Liu Gu following behind with her head bowed.

Liu Gu continued to sob, but her eyes shone with joy.

It turned out that this Liu Gu was none other than Wu Xiucai in disguise!

This was a brilliant plan he had devised after much thought: to get close to Miaoxiang, he had to become a nun himself, and to become a nun, he had to first become a woman.

So, for the past two weeks, Wu Xiucai secretly bought women's clothes and hid in the inn, practicing the mannerisms of women's speech and gait. Fortunately, he was handsome, and his years of studying kept him from the sun, giving him fair and delicate skin. Wearing the clothes and applying makeup, he truly looked like a pretty village girl.

The old nun led "Liu Gu" to a living room, pointed to a chair, and said, "Rest here first, I'll go and inform the abbess." The old nun pushed open a side door and went inside. Seeing his brilliant plan about to succeed, Wu Xiucai's heart pounded. He looked around and noticed several young nuns peeking at him through the large window, whispering and then laughing.

Wu Xiucai was uneasy and dared not move.

A moment later, the side door opened, but it wasn't the old nun who entered; it was Miaoxiang! She carried a tray with teacups and a teapot.

Miaoxiang went straight to Wu Xiucai's side and poured him tea.

Upon seeing Miaoxiang, Wu Xiucai's heart pounded, and he stared blankly at her.

Miaoxiang, pouring tea, suddenly whispered urgently, "Run! The old nun's razor isn't for shaving your hair, it's for taking your life!" Wu Xiucai was shocked and was about to ask her for clarification when he turned around and saw the old nun's fierce eyes as she approached.

She held a razor in her hand, incredibly sharp… To find out what happens to Wu Xiucai, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Two: Disguised and Ordained to Approach the Beautiful Nun

. The razor… gleaming, sharp, and merciless… Wu Xiucai watched as the old nun, razor in hand, walked towards him step by step, his heart pounding with tension.

Why did Miaoxiang warn him? Was the old nun really going to murder him?

The old nun drew closer, and Wu Xiucai trembled uncontrollably. He almost jumped up and ran away.

However, reason reminded him, "If I escape like this, I'll never see Miaoxiang again!" "Why would the old nun kill me?" Wu Xiucai's mind raced. "Could she have realized I was a man disguised as a woman? No, even if she did, she would have warned me and expelled me from the nunnery; she wouldn't have killed me!" Thinking this, Wu Xiucai felt a little relieved, but then his gaze drifted away and met Miaoxiang's again.

Miaoxiang's large, dark eyes revealed concern, pain, and tension.

"No, Miaoxiang wouldn't lie." Wu Xiucai's heart leaped into his throat again. "Could it be that Miaoxiang has already recognized me and is warning me?" Just as Wu Xiucai was lost in thought, the old nun, holding a razor, approached him.

The old nun, cold as ice, stared at Wu Xiucai with a chilling gaze and said, "Female benefactor, I just informed the abbot, who, being compassionate, has agreed to accept you as a nun at our temple. However, before you shave your head, I will give you some time to consider. Once you become a nun, you will be bound by the rules of our temple. Our temple rules are strict, so please think it over carefully and don't act impulsively..." The old nun's words completely dispelled Wu Xiucai's doubts.

"This old nun is so polite and considerate, what murder? It's a joke!" Wu Xiucai had now concluded that Miaoxiang must have recognized him and didn't want him to bother the temple, so she was deliberately exaggerating to scare him away.

Thinking this, Wu Xiucai became even more determined to pursue Miaoxiang.

So, mimicking a woman's posture, he gently bowed and said in a high-pitched voice, "My heart is as still as water; I am determined to convert to Buddhism. I beg the Master to grant my wish." The old nun nodded upon hearing this, "It's rare to see such ambition. Very well, kneel down!" Wu Xiucai swayed his hips gracefully to a prayer mat before the Buddha statue and knelt down.

The old nun, holding a razor, came to his side, grasped his long hair with one hand, and slowly picked up the razor with the other… At this moment, the bells and drums in the main hall rang out in unison, and the nuns watching joined their palms and began chanting scriptures.

Wu Xiucai secretly turned his head and glanced at her; he saw Miaoxiang with her eyes closed, her face pale, also murmuring scriptures… In the small, clean room, outside the paper window, a bright moon shone, and a few sparse stars twinkled.

Her freshly shaved scalp was smooth.

Wu Xiucai leaned against the window, gazing at the moonlight outside while unconsciously stroking his bald head.

Everything had gone too smoothly; he was now a nun at Doumu Palace
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The life-threatening situation, the murder mystery—it was all a false alarm; no one had discovered he was a man.

"The problem now is..." Wu Xiucai pondered, looking at the moonlight, how to get closer to Miaoxiang.

The wooden door creaked open, and a young nun entered.

Wu Xiucai turned around and saw, indeed, it was Miaoxiang!

He was both surprised and delighted, staring blankly at his beloved.

"Could she be here for a secret rendezvous?" Wu Xiucai was overjoyed.

Miaoxiang looked at him, clasped her hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Miaolian." Wu Xiucai didn't understand what she meant, nor how to respond. His gaze, like a nail, lingered on Miaoxiang's chest.

Her breasts were barely visible beneath the rough monk's robe, their outlines almost entirely concealed, yet Wu Xiucai stared greedily, the image of the torrential rain on Mount Tai flashing through his mind—the soaking wet robe clinging to her body, emphasizing the curves of her breasts… "Junior Sister Miaolian?" Miaoxiang, seeing Wu Xiucai's dazed expression, was somewhat bewildered and gently called his name again.

Wu Xiucai suddenly snapped out of his daze, remembering that the old nun had given him the Dharma name Miaolian during his ordination

that afternoon. "Are you calling me?" Wu Xiucai smiled. "I… I'm not used to this name yet." "It's alright." Miaoxiang suddenly sighed softly. "Soon, you'll get used to it." Looking at Miaoxiang's expression, Wu Xiucai's doubts deepened: "Did Miaoxiang recognize him?" "Miaoxiang," Wu Xiucai couldn't help but call out softly.

Miao Xiang's large, watery eyes sparkled with surprise: "How do you know my name?" "We've met before..." "Really? Where?" Curiosity filled Miao Xiang's face.

Wu Xiucai couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It seemed that Miao Xiang hadn't recognized him. She had long forgotten the thunderstorm, the cave, and the scholar... "Oh..." Wu Xiucai hurriedly made up a reason: "Half a year ago, I came to Doumu Palace to offer incense and saw you with several other nuns. Someone called your Dharma name, and I remembered it..." "Your memory is really good." Miao Xiang smiled slightly.

"Indeed," Wu Xiucai strolled over to Miao Xiang and gently placed his hand on her shoulder, saying, "I remember, before I shaved my head, you secretly warned me that the old nun's razor wasn't there to shave my head, but to take my life!" Hearing this, Miao Xiang trembled. She stepped back slightly and reached out to remove the hand from his shoulder.

Wu Xiucai maintained his smile and walked up to Miaoxiang, staring intently at her. "But the razor was only for shaving my hair; no one came to take my life. I don't understand why you're deceiving me like this?" Miaoxiang's face was as white as a sheet, her lips trembling. She gazed at Wu Xiucai, her eyes filled with pity and pain… "Have you figured it out?" Wu Xiucai slowly nodded.

Miaoxiang walked sympathetically to his side. "If you understand, come with me." With that, Miaoxiang turned and walked towards the door.

Wu Xiucai stared blankly at her retreating figure for a moment, then followed her out.

The long corridor was deserted; the moon hung high in the sky, making the entire Doumu Palace seem plated with silver.

Miaoxiang didn't look back, slowly leading the way along the corridor, with Wu Xiucai following closely behind.

The night wind rustled the paulownia trees along the corridor.

Wu Xiucai shuddered. The Doumu Palace at night was indeed vastly different from its bustling, daytime appearance; it was filled with a sinister and terrifying atmosphere… The corridor twisted and turned, and Miaoxiang, without uttering a word, led the way. After walking for a while, she stopped in front of an artificial hill, pressed her hand on a red stone, and the hill suddenly rumbled. The seemingly seamless rock shifted, revealing a small hole. Wu Xiucai stared in disbelief.

“Follow me!” Miaoxiang said in a low voice, leading the way into the cave.

Wu Xiucai quickly followed, looking around. There was a stone staircase leading deep into the ground, below which was a large secret chamber.

There was a small bronze window in the ceiling of the secret chamber. Miaoxiang led Wu Xiucai to the window, gesturing for him to peek.

Wu Xiucai put his head close to the window and was immediately terrified.

Inside the secret chamber sat several nuns, their bodies bound in iron chains, each disheveled and emaciated.

Before them lay a large pile of medicinal herbs, some pounding them with pestles, others cutting them with knives, busy at work.

In the center of the chamber was a large stone mill, where a middle-aged nun laboriously pushed it, grinding the herbs… “These are all nuns who don’t follow the temple rules,” Miaoxiang whispered to Wu Xiucai. “The rules of Doumu Palace are strict. Anyone who dares to violate them will be dragged into this secret chamber and forced to do hard labor…” Wu Xiucai, a scholar, was naturally timid, and seeing this terrifying chamber filled him with dread.

"How long have they been imprisoned?" "Some have just been imprisoned, while others have been imprisoned for a long time. Do you see that middle-aged man pushing the millstone? He has been imprisoned for twenty years." Wu Xiucai's legs trembled involuntarily. "What serious crime did she commit?" "Him?" Miaoxiang sighed deeply. "He is a man, because..." Miaoxiang looked sympathetically at the prisoner under the copper window. "He was infatuated with a nun in this temple. He impersonated a woman to enter the temple and attempted to assault her. Later, he was discovered and imprisoned in a secret room, where he has not seen the light of day for twenty years..." Miaoxiang spoke in a low voice, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Wu Xiucai's ears!

If he were found to be a man, the result would be worse than death! Wu Xiucai's teeth chattered, his legs went weak, and all the blood in his body seemed to have disappeared.

"Thank you..." Wu Xiucai stammered, his tongue trembling with fear. "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Sister." "You don't need to thank me." Miaoxiang's face was devoid of any smile. "I didn't bring you here secretly; the abbot ordered me to bring you." "Oh?" Wu Xiucai asked tremblingly, "Why did the abbot order..." "The abbot told me to tell you," Miaoxiang stared intently, "Now, you are a nun. If you don't follow the temple rules, you will end up like these people, sent to a secret room to do hard labor..." "I will obey!" Wu Xiucai hurriedly declared, "I..." "You must obey this obediently!" "As a nun, you must practice Zen meditation, do you know that?" "I know," Wu Xiucai nodded vigorously, "I will definitely practice Zen meditation, but... I don't understand it." "The abbess sent me here to take you to watch other nuns practice Zen meditation. After you learn it, you can practice Zen meditation on your own." "Yes, yes," Wu Xiucai barely dared to breathe, "May I ask, Sister Miaoxiang, what kind of Zen will I be learning later?" Miaoxiang stared at him for a long time before slowly answering, "Joyful Zen." Where exactly is the place where nuns practice Zen meditation?

A Buddhist hall, a purification room, an altar?

Wu Xiucai followed Miaoxiang, speculating all the way. When Miaoxiang stopped in a garden, he realized he was completely wrong.

In the center of the garden, there was an exquisite little pavilion. In the middle of the pavilion, two young nuns sat cross-legged on prayer cushions, chanting scriptures with their eyes closed.

Miaoxiang looked at Wu Xiucai, her face suddenly flushing red for some reason. She whispered, "Why don't you sit under the pavilion and watch how they meditate?" With that, Miaoxiang vanished like a gust of wind. Wu Xiucai chose a large rock in the garden and sat down, his eyes fixed intently on the pavilion.

The two nuns finished chanting and began unbuttoning their robes. Wu Xiucai, afraid of missing a single movement and being severely punished for not meditating properly, watched intently.

The two nuns stood up from their cushions, their robes sliding off their bodies to the ground… Wu Xiucai almost cried out.

The two nuns in the pavilion were completely naked!

Wu Xiucai stared in disbelief as the two naked nuns slowly approached each other, then reached out and grasped each other's breasts, gently kneading, pinching, and rubbing them… Before long, the two nuns' faces bloomed like a thousand red flowers. They kept their eyes closed, slowly bringing their heads together, their small red lips pressed tightly together, lingering for a long time.

Their hands, which had been grasping breasts, now moved to each other's backs, stroking smooth backs and scratching round, pert buttocks. Soon, the two nuns emitted waves of intoxicating moans… These moans reached Wu Xiucai's ears, penetrated his heart, and ran down his abdomen, igniting a burning desire within him… Inside the pavilion, one of the nuns seemed unable to resist the arousal: "Senior sister, I can't hold back anymore… Good sister, save me…" The nun's body went limp, and she slowly lay down on the ground.

The other nun chuckled lewdly and, like a man, mounted her.

Two fair and smooth female bodies were tightly intertwined like two large white snakes.

Wu Xiucai, sitting on a large rock, stared so intently his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his groin throbbing uncontrollably, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"It hurts..." the young nun below groaned, "Insert...insert..." The nun on top reached down from the pavilion railing, took a small cucumber, spat on it, and then spread the young nun's legs... "Ah!...Ah...harder!...Deeper..." Wu Xiucai felt dizzy, his whole body felt like it was about to explode, he was going crazy. Just then, a hand patted his shoulder.

"Miaolian," the old nun had appeared behind him unnoticed, her face icy, "Now it's your turn to meditate!" These words were like a bolt from the blue, leaving Wu Xiucai utterly bewildered: if he meditated, his identity as a man would be exposed; if he didn't meditate, he would be violating the temple rules—both would mean being thrown into a secret room to do hard labor! What to do?

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Chapter Three:

Scholar Wu's Pleasure in the Joyful Meditation Session Goes Well... Scholar Wu was watching two nuns perform "Joyful Meditation" in the garden, his mind wandering, when he heard a cold voice: "Miaolian, it's your turn to meditate!" Turning around, he saw the old nun standing behind him, her face frosty. Scholar

Wu inwardly groaned; if he went up to meditate, he would be naked, his identity as a man exposed.

"In the dungeon, that man who impersonated a nun was imprisoned for twenty years," Scholar Wu trembled, "If I were like him..." "What?" The old nun suddenly darkened her face: "You want to defy the temple rules? Miaoxiang just took you to see the dungeon. Those nuns doing hard labor were all imprisoned for disobeying the rules. Do you want to try it yourself?" "No, no..." Scholar Wu was terrified, his face drained of color.

"Go up! Take off all your clothes!" the old nun said sternly
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Wu Xiucai was terrified, completely at a loss, almost wanting to kneel before the old nun and beg for her forgiveness.

"Uncle-Master." A clear, melodious voice made Wu Xiucai breathe a sigh of relief.

He was all too familiar with that voice.

He looked up and saw Miaoxiang standing beside the old nun, bowing respectfully.

"Uncle-Master," Miaoxiang said softly, her head bowed, "This Junior Sister Miaolian has just entered the temple for ordination; to immediately ask her to undress and meditate in public must be very embarrassing for her..." The old nun thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. "Hmm, Miaoxiang is right. Here's what we'll do: you take Miaolian to the meditation room and guide her." "Yes." The old nun said, then turned and left.

Wu Xiucai stared blankly at Miaoxiang.

The fear he had felt earlier vanished in an instant, replaced by a surge of elation.

"Miaoxiang wants to meditate with me!" Wu Xiucai was so happy he almost jumped for joy. "I was just struggling to seduce her, and now she's come to me of her own accord, offering herself up..." "Junior Sister Miaolian, come with me." Miaoxiang walked up to Wu Xiucai, speaking expressionlessly, then turned and led the way through the garden.

Wu Xiucai followed behind Miaoxiang, his eyes glued to her back.

Although Miaoxiang's body was covered by a coarse monk's robe, Wu Xiucai couldn't help but fantasize: "Later, when Miaoxiang and I meditate on 'Joyful Meditation,' she'll take off all her clothes and let me touch her..." The corridors inside Doumu Palace were like a maze. Wu Xiucai followed Miaoxiang, turning until he was dizzy, finally arriving at a quiet meditation room.

Miaoxiang took out a key, unlocked the copper lock on the door, and pulled Wu Xiucai into the room.

The room was pitch black; even with his eyes wide open, Wu Xiucai couldn't see anything clearly.

Miaoxiang lit an oil lamp with a flint, and only then could Wu Xiucai see clearly that there was a bed in the meditation room.

Miaoxiang placed the oil lamp on a wooden stand in the corner, then walked to Wu Xiucai and sighed softly, "I know it's hard for you to accept, but there's no other way. Take off your clothes." As she spoke, Miaoxiang reached out to take off her monk's robe. Wu Xiucai's heart pounded.

He thought to himself, "Soon, I'll see her naked body." Miaoxiang took off her monk's robe, revealing a thin undershirt and shorts underneath.

As if nothing had happened, she reached out and peeled off her undershirt again... Two white, plump breasts suddenly jumped out from under her clothes, trembling on Miaoxiang's chest... Wu Xiucai stared greedily at the two plump breasts, his eyes almost spitting fire. He wished he could reach out and pluck these plump fruits, put them in his mouth, and slowly savor them... Miaoxiang didn't notice Wu Xiucai's strange expression at all. She bent down and reached out to undo the belt of her shorts... Wu Xiucai's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost popped out, and his breathing became rapid.

"Once the shorts came off, Miaoxiang's most important parts were exposed to me without any covering!" Miaoxiang loosened the belt of her shorts, and the shorts slid down her thighs on their own... A clump of dark, fuzzy mountain grass hung down, covering the snow-white cliff, concealing the cave below. The cave entrance was bright red, moist with clear spring water, crystal clear and exceptionally mysterious... Wu Xiucai felt a heat rising within him, swelling and swelling uncomfortably... Miaoxiang didn't even raise her head or glance at Wu Xiucai before climbing onto the bed and lying down, her hands behind her head. Her head was drooping, staring blankly at the skylight, her eyes open as if deep in thought. After a while, she suddenly spoke: "Miaolian, I won't watch you, lest you feel embarrassed. Take off your clothes yourself." "Oh, thank you, Senior Sister," Wu Xiucai replied, reaching out to remove his monk's robe, secretly chuckling to himself... "This is going so smoothly! I never expected my adventure to be so successful, without any surprises or dangers, and no one has discovered I'm a man. Now even Miaoxiang is lying naked on the bed willingly, waiting for me to practice 'Joyful Meditation,' not even looking at me undressing. It's truly heaven's help!" Wu Xiucai deliberately turned his body towards the wall, hurriedly stripping off all his clothes, then secretly glanced at Miaoxiang. Seeing that she didn't care at all and was still staring at the skylight, he jumped onto the bed with a "whoosh" and darted into the quilt like lightning.

Wu Xiucai lay down next to Miaoxiang, but dared not touch her skin.

Miaoxiang seemed oblivious, motionless, showing no sign of practicing "Joyful Meditation."

Wu Xiucai was puzzled: "Sister Miaoxiang, do we not need to do 'Joyful Meditation' anymore?" Miaoxiang turned her head, looking at Xiucai with sympathy in her bright eyes: "Miaolian, I understand. It's very embarrassing for a woman like you to do such a thing. Let's just lie here. If the old nun doesn't come, we don't need to do it." "The old nun will come to see?" Wu Xiucai was surprised.

Miaoxiang pointed to the skylight: "Up there is another shrine. If the old nun comes, she will use this skylight to monitor whether the nun is really doing 'Joyful Meditation'." Hearing this, Wu Xiucai couldn't help but glance at the skylight.

The skylight was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.

Wu Xiucai couldn't help but shiver
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"By the way, Sister Miaoxiang, before I was ordained, you secretly warned me that the old nun's razor was meant to take my life. What did you mean?" Miaoxiang stared at Wu Xiucai, her face pale and almost bloodless. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she was about to say something... Suddenly, a series of rustling footsteps came from the skylight. Miaoxiang's expression changed drastically: "The old nun is here! Quickly start the 'Joyful Meditation'!" Miaoxiang hurriedly threw off the quilt, revealing two naked bodies. Wu Xiucai quickly rolled over, his buttocks facing the sky.

"Miaolian, you have to pretend to be very intoxicated..." Miaoxiang whispered nervously, "You lie down, I'll serve you, but you have to moan and groan..." "No, Sister Miaoxiang, you lie down, I'll serve you!" Wu Xiucai said, then leaned his head against Miaoxiang's snow-white breasts, opened his mouth and took the full pear into his mouth, licking it with relish.

Through the skylight, the old nun peeked down, seeing Wu Xiucai's pale flesh and buttocks.

Wu Xiucai's tongue teased incessantly; he quickly felt the pear in his mouth swell and harden... Wu Xiucai's hand, like a long snake, slowly crawled down the smooth, white cliff, disappearing into the thick, dark weeds, roaming freely... Occasionally, it playfully rubbed against the entrance; occasionally, it quietly poked its head into the cave, teasing the gurgling spring within... Miaoxiang's limbs went limp; perhaps to impress the old nun, she deliberately made suggestive noises. Or perhaps Wu Xiucai had truly aroused the young girl's desire, making her unable to control herself, she let out a series of moans… These moans, penetrating Wu Xiucai's ears, were more effective than any aphrodisiac; he felt intoxicated, his heart filled with lust… Wu Xiucai used both his mouth and hands to rub against Miaoxiang's body for a full half hour… Miaoxiang's moans turned into wanton cries… Her delicate flow of fluid instantly transformed into a raging torrent… Her two soft thighs arched high, tightly clamping Wu Xiucai's waist, shaking violently.

"Cucumber," Miaoxiang cried out wantonly, "I want a cucumber!" Wu Xiucai turned his head and saw, sure enough, a cucumber on the table in the room.

He smiled, climbed off the bed, walked to the table, picked up the cucumber, and was about to return to the bed.

"Blow out the lamp," Miao Xiang's voice suddenly grew louder. "The old nun is gone." Wu Xiucai blew out the oil lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He climbed back onto the bed, snuggling close to Miao Xiang, feeling her burning heat… "Cucumber, Miao Lian, use a cucumber!" Wu Xiucai held Miao Xiang tightly in the darkness, teasingly saying, "The old nun's gone, and you still want a cucumber?" Miao Xiang gasped, "You're a natural slut. Just now, you made me burn with desire… I want a cucumber! I want one!" Wu Xiucai excitedly straddled Miao Xiang, saying, "The cucumber's here!" Then, he quietly slipped the cucumber under the bed, aimed his own "cucumber" at the wet opening, and forcefully shoved it in... At night, the wooden bed in the meditation room creaked rhythmically. Miao Xiang's wild cries and moans suddenly disappeared, replaced by a strange sound that was neither a laugh nor a cry... Wu Xiucai sometimes spoke lightly, sometimes with a raging storm, sometimes slowly, sometimes as fast as a galloping horse, sometimes directly, sometimes wandering around, sometimes grinding and rubbing, sometimes thrusting and stabbing fiercely... For a long, long time... the tide finally subsided. In the darkness, two soft breaths could be heard: "So you're a man." "Cucumbers aren't as effective as the original ones, are they?" "Why did you risk doing this?" "Remember? One day during a thunderstorm, a scholar invited you into a cave?" "You were that scholar?" Miao Xiang exclaimed in surprise, "Why?" "Because I love you so much!" Miao Xiang suddenly hugged Wu Xiucai tightly, showering him with kisses on his face and chest, her throat choked with emotion as she said, "My lord, you've made a terrible mistake this time! You're doomed!" "Why?" "Because Doumu Palace isn't a nunnery, it's a brothel!" "What?" Wu Xiucai almost fainted: "You..." "We nuns are actually prostitutes!" "What exactly happened?" Wu Xiucai's teeth chattered: "Tell me quickly!" "Alas," Miao Xiang sighed, "My original surname was Lu, and my father was also a renowned scholar, but unfortunately he passed away long ago, and our family declined. My stepmother was young and unable to stay at home..." "I was widowed and married to a military officer. They wanted to sell me into a brothel to live a life of prostitution, but I refused, so I ran away to Doumu Palace to become a nun. I never expected this place to be a pit of fire; it was my destiny!" Miaoxiang cried, tears streaming down her face. Wu Xiucai couldn't help but pound the bed: "How could this be? Why didn't you run away?" "It takes two or three hours to get down the mountain. Before I even reached the bottom, I was caught by thugs and brought back. Moreover, the entire Tai'an County was informed by Doumu Palace that any nun who went down the mountain would be caught and brought back up to be thrown into the dungeon..." Wu Xiucai felt his whole body turn to ice: "Then I..." "Now you are a nun, which is also a prostitute. Tomorrow morning, the old nun will take you to meet her clients. At that time, she will know that you are a man. This brothel is a top secret; the clients who come and go are all princes and nobles. In order to keep the secret, the nunnery must kill you to silence you!" Wu Xiucai felt as if someone had cleaved his skull open with a knife and then poured a bucket of ice water on him. He was completely frozen.

That night, he and Miaoxiang couldn't sleep, embracing each other and weeping... At dawn, they hurriedly put on their monk robes, washed and dressed, and shared another passionate kiss... "Knock knock..." A knock on the door startled them apart.

The old nun's voice called from outside the room: "Miaolian, go receive the guests!" To find out what happened next, please read the next chapter.

Chapter Four: Lover's Humiliation and Jealousy

... "Miaolian, go receive the guests!" The old nun's shout carried through the door into the meditation room, making Wu Xiucai's legs go weak.

"Oh no, she...she wants me to...receive...guests, if I...receive them, won't I be exposed?" Wu Xiucai was pale with fright, clinging to Miaoxiang, his thirty-six teeth chattering.

Miaoxiang held her beloved husband tightly, her pretty face also pale with fright.

She understood the seriousness of the situation: all the clients were men, and once Wu Xiucai went out to entertain clients, his male identity would be exposed.

Those patrons had all paid hefty sums to patronize prostitutes, and now that they'd only gotten a man, they were bound to be resentful and cause trouble. At worst, Wu Xiucai would be killed to silence him, at best thrown into a dungeon to do hard labor, never to see the light of day again.

The two men huddled together in fear, completely at a loss, not knowing what to do, momentarily forgetting that the old nun was still outside.

The old nun pounded on the door, shouting at the top of her lungs, "Hey, are you two deaf? Open the door!" She continued pounding on

the door violently. Miaoxiang, always a seasoned woman, gritted her teeth, pushed Wu Xiucai aside, went to the door, and unlocked it.

The old nun pushed open the door and stepped into the meditation room, her eyes fixed intently on Miaoxiang and Wu Xiucai.

Miaoxiang and Wu Xiucai were both dressed in their monk's robes, standing side-by-side by the bed with their hands at their sides.

"Why haven't you opened the door yet? Hmm?" The old nun's face darkened as she scrutinized their expressions.

At this moment, Wu Xiucai didn't even dare to breathe, let alone speak. Miaoxiang stepped forward: "Uncle, we were meditating on 'Joyful Zen' last night, and we were so engrossed that we didn't go to bed until very late, so we couldn't get up this morning..." Upon hearing this, the old nun suddenly giggled, took two steps forward, and stood in front of Wu Xiucai, looking him up and down.

Wu Xiucai felt a chill run down his spine under the old nun's gaze, wondering if she had seen through his disguise.

He feigned shyness, lowering his head and clutching the hem of his robe tightly with both hands.

"Ha...you've fooled me so well!" The old nun suddenly burst into laughter, uttering these words.

These words almost scared Wu Xiucai out of his wits.

"Oh no, I've been exposed!" Wu Xiucai felt a wave of darkness wash over him, as if the old nun had grabbed his collar and thrown him into a dungeon.

"Ha...Miaolian," the old nun said with a smile, "When you were ordained, I thought to myself, this girl has such dignified features, it would probably take a lot of effort to force her into becoming a prostitute. But last night, when I peeked through the skylight, the wanton way you and Miaoxiang were practicing 'Joyful Meditation' was simply the act of a born slut. Now it's all right, I don't have to worry anymore..." The old nun's words finally put a weight on Wu Xiucai's heart. He immediately raised his voice, shyly saying, "When I was at my husband's house, my husband was a rogue, always pestering me for sexual pleasure. I'm already used to it..." Wu Xiucai said shamelessly, while Miaoxiang, listening nearby, blushed and was too embarrassed to listen any further.

The old nun, however, smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Good, good, it's rare that you like this stuff, that's wonderful. Miaoxiang, have you told Miaolian that our Doumu Palace is actually a hidden world, a different realm altogether?" "Yes, I have." The old nun then affectionately put her arm around Wu Xiucai's shoulder, boasting with great enthusiasm, "Miaolian, the men who come to our Doumu Palace for pleasure are not like the customers of ordinary brothels. Those who come here are all high-ranking officials, princes, and nobles, all rich and powerful. If you serve them carefully, gold and silver will flow in, that's for sure. Maybe you'll win the favor of some lord, and he'll redeem you and marry you, then you'll be a noblewoman of the court. Ha..." "Yes, yes..." Wu Xiucai nodded obsequiously, feeling as if thorns were growing all over his body as the old nun touched his shoulder, making him restless.

"Alright, Miaoxiang," the old nun pushed Wu Xiucai to the door, "Take Miaolian to prepare now, the guests will be arriving soon." "Yes." Miaoxiang bowed, then hurriedly pulled Wu Xiucai's clothes and left the meditation room.

The inner hall of Doumu Palace was spacious and bright. When Wu Xiucai followed Miaoxiang in, a group of nuns were already sitting in the hall, each one young and beautiful. They sat in front of dressing tables, carefully drawing black eyebrows and applying red rouge in front of the mirror... Except for their bald heads, they were almost indistinguishable from ordinary women, laughing and joking, alluring and seductive.

Wu Xiucai was dazzled by so many beautiful nuns.

Miaoxiang pulled him to a dressing table, and the two sat down side by side. Miaoxiang pushed a box of rouge in front of Wu Xiucai: "Hurry up and get dressed, or the old nun will scold and beat you again." Before going up the mountain, Wu Xiucai had already learned the art of women's hairdressing and makeup, so he used the eyebrow pencil, powder box, and rouge quite skillfully, without giving himself away.

Miaoxiang sat to the side, applying her own makeup while secretly glancing at Wu Xiucai in the mirror.

Wu Xiucai was already handsome, and with the addition of rouge, he was even more radiant.

His dark eyebrows were like ink, his cheeks were rosy and glowing, like willows swaying in the wind, or peach blossoms moistened by rain, and his eyes were bright and clear as autumn water.

"My lord," Miaoxiang couldn't help but lean closer to him and whisper, "You look more like a woman than a woman when you're dressed up. I can't help but be moved!" "At a time like this, you're still in the mood for jokes?" Wu Xiucai said with a worried expression as he applied lipstick, "After I'm done with my makeup, I have to go to entertain guests. My heart is pounding so hard I'm almost fainting!" Hearing this, Miaoxiang was also moved and couldn't help but sigh softly, "At this point, we can only take it one step at a time..." "Miaoxiang," Wu Xiucai said in a low voice, "Why don't we run away?" Miaoxiang trembled and shook her head repeatedly, "Don't be fooled by the fact that Doumu Palace looks like it's full of nuns and has no defenses. In fact, the palace employs a group of highly skilled martial artists from the Jianghu (martial arts world) who are heavily guarded. If any nun leaves the palace without permission, she will be killed on sight. You must not even think about running away, you absolutely mustn't!" Wu Xiucai was a scholar, and upon hearing this, he was so frightened that he felt cold all over and stood there dumbfounded.

"Let's go, it's time to greet our guests." Miaoxiang said, standing up and leading the listless Wu Xiucai out of the inner hall and into the courtyard.

Beside the courtyard was a wide pond, dotted with white lotuses and red water chestnuts. Many lotus flowers were in bloom along the pond's edge, their white and red blossoms vibrant and colorful, like an embroidered screen.

Miaoxiang led Wu Xiucai to the stone railing, picked up a fishing rod from it, prepared the line, and cast her line, her expression relaxed.

"Miaoxiang," Wu Xiucai said, puzzled, "Weren't we supposed to be entertaining guests? Why are you fishing here?" "This is what makes Doumu Palace even better than ordinary brothels," Miaoxiang replied while fishing. "All the nuns are scattered throughout the palace in various scenic spots, some tending flowers, some fishing, some playing the zither, some embroidering. The clients are free to move around the palace and freely get to know the nuns..." Before she could finish speaking, a fish took the bait and was pulled up. It was heavy, with golden scales all over its body, and the fishing rod could barely support it. Miaoxiang threw the fish into the bucket, where it still jumped and thrashed about.

Suddenly, a round of applause rang out behind them. Wu Xiucai turned around and saw a young man clapping as he walked over.

"These two fairies are indeed quite charming and elegant." Wu Xiucai knew this man was one of the clients, and thinking he might pick him, he quickly lowered his head, feigning shyness, and turned to look at the pond. Miao Xiang quickly stood up, forcing a smile, and stood in front of Wu Xiucai, hoping her beauty would attract a client.

"Young master, what is your name?" To rescue Wu Xiucai, Miao Xiang used all her charm, swaying her hips and displaying a seductive allure.

"My surname is Zhu." "Oh, so you're Young Master Zhu." Miao Xiang said, moving closer to Young Master Zhu, her hips rubbing against him.

Young Master Zhu smiled at Miao Xiang, one hand around her shoulder, the other boldly slipping inside her monk's robe, kneading and squeezing her breasts… Miao Xiang blushed, but secretly rejoiced. It seemed Young Master Zhu had taken a liking to her; she had finally gotten Wu Xiucai out of his predicament.

"Young Master Zhu," Miao Xiang feigned a seductive moan, "I...I'm so itchy all over because of you, shall we...shall we go inside?" Young Master Zhu hooked Miao Xiang's chin and kissed her with a smile, "You're such a slut!" "Young Master Zhu," Miao Xiang playfully punched Young Master Zhu's shoulder, "Don't laugh at me, let's go inside!" Eager to get into bed with Young Master Zhu and prevent Wu Xiucai from revealing his secret, Miao Xiang pressed her face against Young Master Zhu's, rubbing it against him. Her fragrant scent wafted into Young Master Zhu's nose, making him feel a surge of desire.

"Alright, let's go inside," Young Master Zhu kissed Miao Xiang again.

Upon hearing this, Wu, the scholar clinging to the pole, inwardly cried out, "Amitabha!" thinking he had escaped another ordeal. Unexpectedly, Young Master Zhu, carrying Miaoxiang, took a few steps, then suddenly stopped, turned back to Wu, and said, "It wouldn't be good for us to neglect this fairy while we enjoy ourselves. How about this, you come too. After I'm done with Miaoxiang, I'll give you a quick and painless experience!" Wu secretly groaned, but had no way to disobey his guest's orders. He could only lower his head and say, "Thank you, Young Master Zhu." Young Master Zhu then pulled Wu into his arms again and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek!

The room was decorated like a newlywed's chamber, brightly lit and decorated, with bright red silk pillows and blankets on the bed.

Young Master Zhu, with one arm around Miaoxiang and the other pressing down on Wu, entered, his hand constantly grabbing Wu's buttocks… Seeing the situation was turning against her, Miaoxiang immediately reached out and unfastened her monk's robe, hoping to distract Young Master Zhu with her nakedness.

Sure enough, Wu Xiucai immediately felt the hand on his buttocks stop moving. He glanced to the side and saw that Young Master Zhu's eyes were glazed over, his mouth was wide open, and his breathing had become heavy... Miao Xiang, being so clever, knew he had taken the bait when she saw Young Master Zhu's appearance. She immediately twisted her waist, lay down on the embroidered bed, and raised her two long, white, tender, and slender legs high, slightly parted... Young Master Zhu was instantly aroused and felt unbearably hot: "Miao Lian, quick! Undress me!" Wu Xiucai couldn't wait to hear this, and immediately reached out and stripped him naked. Young Master Zhu let out a low growl, impatiently climbed onto the bed, spread Miao Xiang's legs, and pressed down hard... "Good brother, be gentle..." Miao Xiang deliberately let out a seductive moan. Young Master Zhu was unwilling to be gentle; he thrust even harder, each stroke forceful, relentlessly pounding his way in… Miao Xiang stretched out her two large thighs, which coiled around Young Master Zhu's waist like white snakes, tightening and loosening with his movements… “Good young master, good brother…” Miao Xiang’s moans grew louder and louder: “You…you’ve made me…become an immortal…” Poor Scholar Wu stood to the side, watching helplessly as his beloved was brutally violated by a lewd customer. He heard Miao Xiang’s moans and cries, unsure if they were genuine, and felt a pang of unbearable unease.

Young Master Zhu, however, was aroused by Miao Xiang’s soul-stirring cries. He grabbed Miao Xiang’s thighs, spread them, and placed them on his shoulders. He took a few deep breaths and thrust down forcefully!

His spear flew! Water splashed everywhere! The embroidered bed shook! Miao Xiang's defenses completely collapsed... Originally, she wanted to entice Young Master Zhu to surrender quickly, deliberately making lewd moans. Now, however, Young Master Zhu penetrated deep inside her, relentlessly attacking her, making her feel as if insects were crawling and ants were biting her, an incomparably pleasurable sensation. Her lewd cries came from the bottom of her heart. She really hoped that Young Master Zhu would continue, would go on longer. "Good young master, dear brother," Miao Xiang shook her bald head and screamed, "Harder! Harder! Deeper! Sister is going to die..." A raging storm erupted on the embroidered bed, two white sheep twisting and rolling around on the bed... Wu Xiucai watched with intense jealousy, his teeth clenched.

Suddenly, Young Master Zhu sat up on the bed, pointed at Wu Xiucai and shouted, "I've discovered your weakness, you're a man!" To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Chapter Five: Miao Xiang's Clever Scheme Saves Her Lover

The story goes that Scholar Wu watched helplessly as his beloved Miao Xiang was relentlessly ravaged by Young Master Zhu. Just as he was suffering unbearable pain, Young Master Zhu suddenly sat up in bed, pointing at him and shouting, "I've discovered your weakness! You're a man!" This shout not only terrified Scholar Wu, but also terrified the lustful Miao Xiang.

"You...you..." Scholar Wu stammered, "What did you say?" Young Master Zhu chuckled, "Stop hiding it, I saw it, you're a man!" Scholar Wu felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, almost fainting. He glanced pleadingly at Miao Xiang, hoping she would quickly come up with a solution.

Miao Xiang's face was deathly pale. Forcing a smile, she asked tremblingly, "Young Master Zhu, what did you see?" "Underwear!" Young Master Zhu pointed. Wu Xiucai quickly looked down and saw that he hadn't fastened his monk's robe properly, and it had come undone, revealing a snow-white thigh. At the end of the thigh, a glimpse of blue underwear was visible… "See, I was right, her underwear is indeed blue!" Hearing this, Wu Xiucai felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. So Young Master Zhu hadn't meant he was a man, but rather that his underwear was blue!

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, feigning embarrassment, and quickly fastened his robe.

Miao Xiang also breathed a sigh of relief, but the color hadn't returned to her face. She clung tightly to Young Master Zhu, her head still trembling slightly with lingering fear.

"Hey, you in blue pants," Young Master Zhu grinned lewdly, "Come here and serve me." Scholar Wu was stunned, not understanding what he was talking about, and didn't know how to respond.

Seeing this, Miaoxiang quickly put on a smiling face to help him out: "Young Master Zhu, our little sister Miaolian only entered the temple yesterday. It's not quite right for her to do this kind of thing in broad daylight..." "Oh?" Young Master Zhu looked at Wu Xiucai with even more interest after hearing this: "So this is her first time entertaining customers?" "Yes," Miaoxiang nestled against Young Master Zhu: "Please forgive her..." "Alright," Young Master Zhu readily pinched Miaoxiang's rosy cheek: "Since you're pleading for him, then I won't go after her for now..." Miaoxiang and Wu Xiucai didn't expect to get through this hurdle so easily. They exchanged glances, secretly rejoicing, when Young Master Zhu suddenly said: "I won't go after her now, I'll wait until tonight! So she won't be shy and embarrassed..." Young Master Zhu, having had his fill, got out of bed, put on his clothes, and strolled out of the room. Naturally, a banquet had been set up outside to warmly entertain him, which goes without saying.

Inside the room, only Miaoxiang and Wu Xiucai remained, exchanging bewildered glances. "Oh no," one of them said, "he's still going to patronize me tonight. If he does, we'll be exposed. What are we going to do?" "You're asking me? I can't help you," Miaoxiang said helplessly, getting out of bed. "Anyway, we can get away with it during the day. We'll deal with tonight's problems later!" With that, Miaoxiang got out of bed, still completely naked, revealing her beautiful body… Normally, Wu Xiucai would have been aroused. But now, facing imminent danger, even the finest food tasted bland; he had no interest in appreciating Miaoxiang's stunning beauty.

Miaoxiang got out of bed, picked up the clothes piled on the rack, and began to put them on.

She picked up her underwear—a pair of red silk shorts.

Looking at the shorts, Wu Xiucai suddenly remembered something and immediately grabbed Miaoxiang's hand, asking, "That young master Zhu just now said I was wearing blue pants, and his tone seemed strange. Is there something more to it...?" Miaoxiang nodded, her expression grave. She said,

"There are two kinds of prostitutes at Doumu Palace. One wears red underwear, and the other wears blue underwear." "That means I'm a resident prostitute at the temple, entertaining guests and selling my body." "Then, what about those who wear blue? Aren't they prostitutes?" "Blue underwear also indicates prostitution, but it means they're available for sale. If a guest spends the night with them and finds them suitable, he can pay a sum of money to buy them." Upon hearing this, Wu Xiucai was shocked. "Oh no! Young master Zhu wants to sleep with me tonight! How am I supposed to tell?" Miaoxiang, while putting on her clothes, bit her lip, silently pondering, without uttering a sound.

Wu Xiucai stood aside, anxious but not daring to urge her, afraid of disturbing Miaoxiang's train of thought.

Miao Xiang finished dressing and slowly fastened her belt. Suddenly, her eyes lit up: "I have an idea!" She pulled Wu Xiucai to sit on the bedside and whispered her brilliant plan… The sky was filled with clouds, not a single star or object was visible. Night, like a black net, spread over the towering cliffs and upright pine trees, enveloping the entire Doumu Palace.

Wu Xiucai walked along the corridor, heading to Young Master Zhu's bedroom to "receive a guest."

This encounter would expose his identity, but he couldn't avoid it, as the old nun was personally escorting him from behind.

"This Young Master Zhu is no ordinary person," the old nun introduced him. "Serve him well. If you win his favor, he might redeem you and make you his concubine. Then you'll enjoy wealth and luxury forever…" "I understand," Wu Xiucai replied in a high-pitched voice, his eyes constantly glancing towards the garden.

In the garden, the clusters of flowers, grasses, and trees appeared even more dim and hazy in the darkness. Miaoxiang, dressed in a black monk's robe, hid behind the flowers, secretly following Wu Xiucai… Ahead stood a magnificent, ornately decorated pavilion, brightly lit and festively decorated.

Wu Xiucai had seen several brothels, but none were as opulent as this one.

"It's clear that Young Master Zhu is no ordinary person," Wu Xiucai thought. Just then, the old nun patted his shoulder and pointed to a lit window on the second floor, saying, "Young Master Zhu is inside. Hurry up. There's no one else in this pavilion. You don't need to be shy; feel free to moan and please Young Master Zhu!" The old nun chuckled and turned to leave.

Wu Xiucai nervously climbed the stairs, then looked back into the garden. It was pitch black, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face… "I wonder if Miaoxiang has followed me?" he wondered, a wave of anxiety washing over him.

"Miaolian, what are you standing there for?" The old nun's stern voice rang out from the garden!

Startled, Wu Xiucai quickly lowered his head and ran upstairs to the second floor, knocking on Zhu Gongzi's door.

Zhu Gongzi was already waiting in the room. As soon as the door opened, he hugged Wu Xiucai and kissed him on the lips: "Sister Miaolian, you look especially beautiful tonight!" It turned out that before Wu Xiucai came here, the old nun had forced him to put on makeup again, making his eyebrows darker and his rouge redder, making him even more radiant. Under the lamplight, he truly looked like a pretty young nun.

Zhu Gongzi seemed a little impatient and reached out to untie Wu Xiucai's belt. He had only pulled it halfway when Wu Xiucai pretended to be shy and grabbed Zhu Gongzi's hand, squeezing it.

"Young Master Zhu, I..." With that pinch, half of Young Master Zhu's body went limp... "Little nun, what do you want to say?" Wu Xiucai stammered, twisting her waist, "I was originally a respectable woman, sent to Doumu Palace, and just now forced into prostitution. Today is my first time serving a customer, so I'm inevitably ashamed..." "Hmm, what do you want?" "I think, with the lights so bright here, it would be too embarrassing for me to strip naked for a man to see." "Oh, I understand," Young Master Zhu smiled, "You want the lights to be turned off before you go to bed with me, don't you?" "Young Master Zhu is so considerate," Wu Xiucai giggled, "Please go to bed first, and I'll turn off the lights." Young Master Zhu was used to such pleasures, so he leaned against the bed, watching with a smile.

Wu Xiucai loosened her belt, untied her robe, revealing a pink undergarment. Underneath, she had secretly sewn two wads of cotton, which were faintly visible in the flickering candlelight.

Lying on the bed, Young Master Zhu was brimming with lust, showing no sign of weakness.

Scholar Wu, swaying his hips, walked to the table, blew out two large red candles, leaving only a small oil lamp in the corner. Scholar Wu turned and smiled at Young Master Zhu: "Young Master Zhu, with the lamp off, you can go wild as you please in the dark..." "You little slut, you really know how to create an atmosphere," Young Master Zhu chuckled lewdly, lying on the bed, "You're making me so itchy. It seems you understand men's psychology better than Miao Xiang!" Scholar Wu gave a coquettish laugh, walked to the corner, and deliberately let his monk's robe slip down, revealing his entire naked back and large, white, tender, round, and full buttocks, even more impressive than Miao Xiang's... "Hurry up!" Young Master Zhu's eyes almost popped out: "Get on the bed!..." Scholar Wu gave him another lewd wink, then blew out the oil lamp, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Wu Xiucai quietly approached the door, opened it, and Miaoxiang, who had been hiding outside, quickly slipped inside.

In the darkness, Zhu Gongzi heard the door open and asked curiously, "Miaolian, why did you open the door?" "Oh, nothing," Wu Xiucai laughed, "I was just checking if the door latch was secure, so no one could barge in. Sorry..." "You have so many tricks up your sleeve," Zhu Gongzi said, his desire surging. "Other nuns are all so wanton, but you're so shy and demure. I love that kind of atmosphere..." While they were exchanging questions, Miaoxiang had already quietly undressed and climbed into bed.

In the darkness, Zhu Gongzi eagerly embraced her, showering her with kisses. Miaoxiang, afraid of revealing her secret, dared not make a sound, pressing her lips tightly against Zhu Gongzi's, her tongue already inside his mouth, swirling and churning... Zhu Gongzi's hands roamed over her body, finding her skin strangely smooth and possessing a peculiar sensation.

"So, visiting prostitutes in the dark is even more interesting!" Young Master Zhu chuckled lewdly, flipping over and straddling Miao Xiang, spreading her legs and blindly thrusting into her... Miao Xiang hurriedly used her hands to guide him, getting back on track, then placed her legs on his lower back, swaying wildly... Although Young Master Zhu had just visited Miao Xiang that morning, in the pitch black, he mistook her for Miao Lian, his mind filled with wonderful sexual fantasies, making their intercourse a hundred times more pleasurable... "Miao Lian," Young Master Zhu panted, thrusting relentlessly, "you're more interesting than that Miao Xiang..." Miao Xiang bit her lip, secretly smiling. Beautiful moans escaped her nostrils, her well-trained muscles rhythmically contracting, pounding against Young Master Zhu like raindrops... Young Master Zhu had never heard of such "yin-yang" pleasure before, feeling his joints go numb and his blood rush through his veins!

"I can't take it anymore!" Young Master Zhu gasped, "I'm going to shoot you to death!" With all his might, he shook mountains and trees, overturned seas and churned rivers, unleashing a monstrous surge... The waves subsided, and Young Master Zhu lay limply on the bed. Miao Xiang got out of bed and quietly slipped out the door.

Standing by the door, Scholar Wu lit an oil lamp, feigning a wanton state after intercourse, and exchanged lewd smiles with Young Master Zhu.

A seamlessly disguised sexual game was completed, and Scholar Wu and Miao Xiang returned to their meditation room.

The next day, as the two were laughing and discussing the previous night's events, they suddenly saw the old nun step into the room, bowing to Scholar Wu with a beaming smile.

"Congratulations, Miao Lian! This Young Master Zhu is none other than the thirteenth prince of the current emperor. He likes you very much and has paid a hefty sum to buy you!" "What? I...?" Scholar Wu stammered.

"You are now the Princess Consort! The Imperial Guards are already waiting in the front hall; we're taking you to the palace today!" Scholar Wu was terrified, secretly lamenting his fate. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.

Chapter Six: A Fortuitous Encounter Leads to a Happy Ending

... Scholar Wu and Miao Xiang cleverly switched the identities of the courtesan, Mr. Zhu, and were secretly rejoicing.

Little did they know that Mr. Zhu was actually the Emperor's own son… the Thirteenth Prince!

The Thirteenth Prince, having experienced Miao Xiang's exceptional sexual skills in the darkness—far superior to those of the palace concubines—believed this was the "wonder" of "Miao Lian." He paid a sum of money to buy "Miao Lian," taking her back to the palace, intending to make her a concubine after she returned to secular life. Scholar

Wu, now "Miao Lian," was terrified upon hearing this news, as if receiving a death sentence. He wet himself in fear.

Although it was dangerous for him to impersonate a woman in Doumu Palace, he could still deceive everyone with Miaoxiang's help. However, if he went to the imperial palace, where the guards were strict and palace maids were around, he would be helpless and his secret of being a man disguised as a woman would be exposed. This would be the crime of deceiving the emperor!

"Deceiving the emperor is a capital offense," Miaoxiang whispered to Wu Xiucai.

She was anxious but helpless. Beg the old nun? She wouldn't dare disobey the prince's orders. Tell the truth? The old nun, to protect the secret of Doumu Palace, would surely kill Wu Xiucai to silence him.

"Why not risk running away?" Miaoxiang whispered, having no other choice.

Wu Xiucai's eyes darted around, then he bowed to the old nun: "Master, since I'm about to become a concubine, I must thank you for this opportunity. I'd like to stay in Doumu Palace for two more days to host a banquet for the sisters, both to congratulate them and to strengthen our bonds..." Wu Xiucai was already making plans. He would escape the palace as soon as it got dark, find a secluded cave within a ten-mile radius of Mount Tai, hide for ten days or half a month until his hair grew back, and then he could regain his manhood... "Alas..." the old nun sighed and shook her head.

Wu Xiucai was bewildered: "Master, what's wrong?" "Young Master Zhu... no, the Thirteenth Prince likes you so much that he sent Imperial Guards to order you to set off for the capital immediately, without a moment's delay, or he'll burn down the Doumu Palace..." Wu Xiucai was secretly shocked.

"Alright then, I'll go back and pack my things." Wu Xiucai said, walking out of the room, only to find two imposing Imperial Guards standing outside!

"What's missing in the palace? Why does Your Highness need to pack?" The guards were polite, but their attitude was firm in stopping Wu Xiucai.

"Yes, Miaolian," the old nun laughed behind him, "the palace is full of gold and silver, delicacies from land and sea, truly a life of endless wealth and luxury!" "Your Highness, please get into the sedan chair!" the guards urged.

Wu Xiucai was completely lost, turning back blankly to look at Miaoxiang.

Even with three heads and six arms, Miaoxiang was helpless at this moment.

She could only watch helplessly as her lover, escorted by warriors, walked away... They arrived at the front hall, where a squad of imperial guards and two palace maids were already waiting. Upon seeing Wu Xiucai arrive, they all knelt down.

"Greetings, Your Highness!" Wu Xiucai was momentarily at a loss, unsure how to respond: "You... all rise." "Thank you, Your Highness." The crowd rose, and several palace maids went to Wu Xiucai's side, some supporting him, others flanking him, surrounding him. The squad of imperial guards then surrounded him, protecting him completely.

Wu Xiucai desperately turned around and saw Miaoxiang standing by a pillar in the main hall, secretly wiping away tears with her sleeve... He was now powerless, surrounded by palace maids and warriors, as the main hall slowly opened.

A large red palace sedan chair was already parked in front of the gate, and Wu Xiucai was helped into it in a daze. He peeked through the sedan curtain at the mountain gate. Miaoxiang stood there, her face as white as a sheet.

The sedan bearers carried the sedan down the mountain; the path was rugged and uneven, and the sedan swayed back and forth… Inside the sedan, Wu Xiucai couldn't help but shed tears: “Alas, if I hadn't been infatuated with beauty and disguised myself as a woman, I wouldn't have been chosen as a concubine by the prince today. Tonight, the prince insists on sleeping with me. Once

we sleep together, my true identity will be revealed. It's a crime of deceiving the emperor, punishable by being torn apart by five horses…” Deep in the courtyard, with the murmuring of flowing water, the imperial garden of the palace was a riot of color, truly a paradise on earth. A stunningly beautiful woman, her hair styled in a high bun and adorned with gold hairpins and pendants, leaned against the railing, gazing intently at the spring scenery. “She” was Wu Xiucai.

Since she was chosen as a concubine and came to the palace, more than three years had passed without her realizing it.

In those three years, his hair had grown very, very long, yet his male identity had remained undiscovered—a true miracle.

It turned out that after Wu Xiucai was chosen as a concubine by the thirteenth prince, the prince had him sent to the palace to wait for his hair to grow long before marrying him.

The thirteenth prince estimated it would take several months for his hair to grow long enough, so he didn't rush back to the capital but continued his incognito travels in Jiangnan.

The thirteenth prince was a lecherous man, and wherever he went, he would visit the local brothels.

Too much sexual activity naturally depleted his body, and coupled with the humid and hot climate of Jiangnan, he suffered from acclimatization problems and contracted a serious illness. Before even returning to the capital, he died en route.

Wu Xiucai thus escaped a great calamity.

He lived in the palace, undisturbed, and served by palace maids, enjoying the utmost comfort.

However, he still had to maintain a woman's appearance and could not revert to his male identity.

The palace was as vast as the ocean; he couldn't even distinguish east from west, and the palace guards were extremely tight. Escaping the palace was almost as difficult as flying.

So, for three years he lived in constant fear, living as a woman, his heart filled with longing for Miaoxiang.

One day, Wu, the scholar, was strolling in the Imperial Garden when a eunuch approached and read him the Empress Dowager's decree. It turned out that the Empress

Dowager, seeing that the thirteenth prince had died, worried that "Miaolian" would be alone and miserable in the palace, and therefore specially betrothed "her" to this year's top scholar, Mao Dezhang.

Upon hearing the decree, Wu, the scholar, secretly groaned: "I never thought that after three years of peaceful hiding, disaster would strike again. Marrying the top scholar would expose my disguise as a woman, and I still couldn't escape this crime of deceiving the emperor; my head would be in danger again." However, even the emperor had to obey the Empress Dowager's decree. Regardless of Wu's agreement, the palace eunuchs and maids were already busy decorating and preparing the bridal chamber… Half a month later, on a full moon night, the joyous day arrived.

Dressed in a splendid robe and phoenix crown, Wu, the scholar, was helped by palace maids to perform the wedding ceremony with the newly appointed top scholar.

The bridal chamber was filled with joyous celebration. Wu sat on the edge of the bed, feeling as if he were sitting on a bed of nails.

The newly appointed top scholar, Mao Dezhang, sat in a chair, seemingly in no hurry to make his move.

The room was quiet; both of their breathing could be heard clearly.

Wu's heart was pounding

with anxiety. "When we get into bed, what if the groom discovers I'm a man? Will he scream for help? If I tell him the truth, kneel down and beg for his forgiveness, will he show mercy?" Wu was in turmoil, restless and anxious.

He heard the groom slowly approaching, step by step… Wu's breathing rose and fell with each step, he was so anxious he almost fainted.

The groom reached the bedside, looked at the bride, and reached out to remove the large red silk veil covering her face… Their eyes met! The bride and groom were meeting for the first time!

Both were stunned!

Seeing Mao Dezhang staring blankly at Wu Xiucai, his eyes widened in surprise!

"You!" This exclamation startled Wu Xiucai. Looking closer, he couldn't help but call out, "Miaoxiang!" The two embraced tightly, weeping with joy.

Wu Xiucai could hardly believe his eyes: he had once again escaped a great calamity!

"Miaoxiang, how did you become a man disguised as a woman? And how did you become the newly appointed top scholar, Mao Dezhang?" Wu Xiucai eagerly looked closer. Mao Dezhang nestled in her lover's arms, tears of joy still glistening in her eyes.

"Shortly after you were captured, a tragedy occurred at Doumu Temple. A powerful band of bandits stormed in, looting valuables and nuns, and burning down the temple. I escaped their clutches during the chaos and wandered the world. To avoid attracting unwanted attention, I initially pretended to be a monk. Later, when my hair grew out, I pretended to be a scholar, diligently studying poetry and literature."

"I took the exam this year out of curiosity and interest, but I never expected it to go so smoothly and I actually became the top scholar!" "It's fortunate that you became the top scholar," Wu Xiucai laughed, "otherwise I would have married someone else and my true colors would have been revealed!" "It's all fate!" The two embraced tightly and kissed deeply, as if they wanted to kiss away the pain of three years of longing... As they kissed, they felt that their new clothes were too cumbersome, so they took off their clothes for each other, and soon they were completely naked.

"Miaoxiang, I want to practice 'Joyful Zen'..." "Brother, I want to too..." The two fell onto the bed, their lips still tightly pressed together. Your tongue came out, my tongue came out... Four arms intertwined, you touched the peak, I touched the giant tree, you touched the abyss, I touched the grass... Four thighs entwined, you rubbed tightly, I was repeatedly crushed, you spread wide, I stood high... Two flames burned together, you burned my face red, I burned you sweat profusely. The flames of passion burned ever brighter, out of control, threatening to consume reason and everything else... The two rolled and tumbled on the bed, the sturdy mattress creaking under their weight... Years of suppressed emotions erupted into countless thrusts, into a firm erection, into overflowing wetness... Their bodies, aroused by pleasure, became a hundred times more sensitive; every caress brought a hundred times more pleasure, every thrust a hundred times more delight... The pent-up flood was churning and boiling.

Wu Xiucai gritted his teeth, forcibly closing the floodgates. The flood, like the ocean tide, surged wave after wave, crashing against the gates, then receding, storing up for the second wave's onslaught, which then came crashing down like a tidal wave! The fragile sluice gate finally collapsed, and a torrent of water rushed out from the narrow passage, forming arrow-like columns of water… “Ah!…Ah!…Brother…” Miao Xiang felt the floodwaters crashing against her, surrounding her, making her dizzy, making her faint, making her feel lightheaded, making her feel like an immortal… After the climax, the floodwaters receded, the passion vanished, leaving only faint ripples, gently swaying… Hands weakly caressed her undulating body, wiping away small, glistening beads of sweat… Eyes gazed at each other, expressing boundless love with joyful, caressing eyes… Mouths touched mouths, not kissing, but breathing softly, feeling each other’s breath… The long night was endless, the beautiful evening too short… Wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze brings it back to life! Her drooping jacket, unknowingly, was filled with vitality again, gradually standing upright, head held high and blooming proudly… The mysterious fairy cave once again secreted a thin mountain spring, angrily expressing its thirst and anticipation!

Miao Xiang flipped over and straddled Wu Xiucai, giggling, "Don't forget I'm the groom, and you're the bride..." The groom, naturally, had to take the initiative. Miao Xiang saddled and spurred the horse, first strolling, then quickening the pace to a trot, then urging the reins to a gallop, and finally whipping it wildly... Not long after, the newly appointed top scholar, Mao Dezhang, was appointed governor of Guangzhou by the court, and naturally, he took his "beautiful wife" with him.

On the way, Wu Xiucai reverted to his male attire, and Miao Xiang to her female attire, and from then on, they lived a carefree and loving life!

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