The Strange Soul and Fragrant Spirit (1-100 complete)

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********** ... ********** 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter One: Bitter Years of Youth 　　Located on the western slopes of the Taihang Mountains is the ancient city of Jinyang, renowned for its rebellious and fierce people. Emperor Gaozu of Tang, Li Yuan, rose from here , conquering the Sui Dynasty and establishing the Tang Dynasty, which enjoyed centuries of prosperity, making Jinyang incredibly flourishing. After the Tang Dynasty's decline, its powerful minister, the Liu family, established the Northern Han Dynasty here. During the Song Dynasty, the Zhao brothers attacked Jinyang for nineteen years, finally breaching the city by diverting the Fen River to flood it. During this time, the people of Jinyang stubbornly resisted, a saying that "the emperor surrenders, but the people do not." When Emperor Taizong of Song, Zhao Kuangyi, entered the city, he was horrified by Jinyang's auspicious feng shui, ordering the massacre of all inhabitants and the burning of the city. He also ordered the severing of the Taihang Mountains' dragon vein, turning Jinyang into a ghost town. 　　But the people, like wild grass, could not be extinguished by fire, and would spring back to life with the spring breeze. A century after Jinyang's destruction, life gradually returned to the area around its ruins. With the increase in people, a small town slowly emerged. The town's most bustling place was its only market, and its only brothel was the most popular gathering place. The Taihang Mountains were a convenient route for smuggling goods , and also a necessary passage for mountain people and hunters traveling to the banks of the Lu River in Shanxi. So, someone first opened a tavern here, also engaging in prostitution, and over time 　　, a brothel called Lichun Courtyard came into being. This day was late spring. As the lanterns were lit, the sounds of string and wind instruments filled the brothel, interspersed with drinking games and boisterous revelry—a rare scene of peace and prosperity amidst the harshness of the mountains. In a brightly decorated room, a dozen or so men sat before the madam, including wealthy landowners, scholars in long gowns, and what appeared to be salt smugglers. A thin servant collected a folded piece of red paper from each of them, handed it to the madam, and then left. 　　The madam opened each piece of paper and looked at it, then laughed, "Oh my! The winner is— Master . Congratulations to Master Liu on your good fortune, and thank you all for coming to support us." As soon as she finished speaking, a plump man stood up, looked around, and bowed, saying, "Please, everyone, be modest! Be modest!" 　　Everyone else looked embarrassed, except for a short, stocky man dressed as a salt merchant with a leather hat on his head who reluctantly returned the bow, muttering, "Amitabha, I never thought that in this desolate mountain village, fifty taels of silver would be considered a lot!" Surprised looks were cast around him; in this poor and remote place, fifty taels was no small sum. 　　The madam seemed flustered, hastily stuffing the slip of paper into her pocket, and then a broken laugh rang out: "Gentlemen , don't rush off! Go see your old acquaintances, and the new ones are quite nice too." 　　The short, stocky man, seeing this, looked suspicious. As he passed the madam, he suddenly swayed, and the stack of papers in her pocket was in his hand. He quickly glanced at them, chuckled coldly twice, returned the slips to the madam, and went straight out the door. Seeing there was no more excitement to see, the others gradually dispersed. 　　After everyone had left, the madam closed the door and smiled at Master Liu, saying, "I misjudged that man; he didn't seem like a good person . Luckily, he didn't dare say much, but fifty taels... that's quite a lot. Master Liu, what about you...?" Liu smiled slightly and said, "No problem, no problem! Didn't we agree beforehand that whoever offered the most, I would offer ten taels more than him?" As he spoke, he took out several large ingots of silver from his pocket and said, "Take it!" 　　The madam grinned, her face full of teeth, and hurriedly accepted the money. She then called for wine and dishes to be served and whispered, "Master Liu is generous , but this can only be done once. If word gets out, our brothel's reputation will be ruined." Liu nodded repeatedly and smiled, "Don't worry, don't worry! You and I know this." But in his heart, he thought, "It's like a prostitute trying to maintain a virtuous image. She gets a good deal but still acts innocent. What good reputation does a brothel need?" 　　It turned out that the Lichun Brothel had a long-standing rule: whenever a woman's first night came around, interested customers would secretly bid for her. The madam had acquired a virgin girl the other day, with fair skin, delicate features, and first-rate looks. She seemed to come from a wealthy family, but somehow she had been abducted. Upon hearing of her fierce temperament, Master Liu was filled with sadistic rage. He had married into a wealthy money-lending family, always subservient to his domineering wife, and harbored resentment, wanting to vent his anger. The madam , conspired with Liu to get the first move. 　　Now that the matter was settled, the madam served wine and food, praising the girl's virtues. After a couple of drinks, Master Liu was already aroused. The madam chuckled and called out, "Second Fool!" A thin servant boy who had been collecting the price slips appeared at the door with a lantern. The madam ordered, "Take Master Liu to Mingyu Brothel." Then she turned and joked, "Master Liu, please! That virgin is ignorant, please be lenient with her, and please take care of your health, don't overexert yourself ." 　　Master Liu chuckled and hurried downstairs with the servant boy called Erdaizi, heading deeper into the courtyard through a side door. 　　The two arrived at a solitary house. Erdaizi had just unlocked the copper lock when a dark figure flashed in. Master Liu fell backward without uttering a sound. Beside him stood a fierce-looking monk with bulging eyes and a fierce expression, who hissed at Erdaizi, "Don't shout ! You'll get what's coming to you. Do you understand?" Erdaizi's eyes widened, recognizing the short, stocky man who had been wearing a leather hat earlier.

The monk immediately roared, "Are you deaf or mute? Why don't you answer me?" The simpleton opened his mouth wide,
making a few "ooh-ooh" sounds. The monk's expression softened, thinking, "She really is mute!" He took out two silver ingots
and threw them to the simpleton, saying in a deep voice, "Take me in."

The simpleton pocketed the silver and went inside, lighting four red candles in order. The wicked monk, peeking through the folded gauze curtain
, saw something lying on the bed in the next room. He stepped forward, parted the curtain to peek, and his face lit up with delight. He turned and shouted, "Get out! If you dare make a sound, I'll take your
life!"

The simpleton obeyed and retreated outside the door, turning back with a strange smile before gently closing the door. The monk was somewhat surprised;
the boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, yet his smile contained a lewd intent.

Hearing the strange boy leave, the monk grinned and lifted the curtain. The woman on the bed was bound hand and foot,
a handkerchief . Seeing him, her eyes widened in terror, and she cried out, "Ugh—!" her face turning red from holding it in. The monk's eyes lit up. He stepped forward, pulled the handkerchief from
the woman's mouth, and exclaimed, "Buddha bless me! There's such a catch in this backwater!" He then unbuttoned
his clothes, revealing his bloated belly.

The woman screamed in horror, "Get away! Get away!" The monk, his heart pounding and
breathless his mouth watering. He licked her face indiscriminately. The woman panicked, "Get away! Go away... Ugh!
Ugh..." She was startled to find a foul, rough tongue forced into her mouth
. She gritted her teeth, ready to bite, but her cheeks were held down, forcing her to spit out her saliva as the tongue swirled around. The

monk savored the taste, stood up, and sighed, "So fragrant and sweet! No wonder that scoundrel used tricks!" He then pulled down
his trousers , revealing his grotesque, unsightly member and dark, hairy legs. The weeping woman glanced at him, her lips drained of color,
and trembled she pleaded, "Master, have mercy! Buddha, have mercy! Let me go!" The monk chuckled and said, "Even if
I hadn't come, you wouldn't have lasted this night. To tell you the truth, my worldly desires are not yet exhausted. I made a vow before the Bodhisattva that
I only wished to ordain a virgin. Haha, what a rare stroke of luck!" As he spoke, he stretched out his rough, calloused hand and grabbed one of the woman's
breasts, squeezing it hard.

The woman's hands and feet were bound, and her pleas were in vain. She shook her head and cried out, "You damned monk! You stinking monk! You...you'll go to
the eighteenth level of hell!" The monk laughed loudly, "You're right, my dear woman! If monks don't go to
hell ?" As he spoke, he removed the ropes from the woman's hands and feet. The woman frantically curled up at the foot of the bed, shrinking back, as if she had seen
a glimmer of hope. She opened her mouth to plead again, but was horrified to see the evil monk, supporting a large, dark, erect thing,
lifting himself onto the bed.

The woman nearly fainted, gritting her teeth as she bent down to bang her head against the bed railing. The monk quickly grabbed her by the back of the neck, forcefully pulling
her in front of him. Ignoring her wild pounding fists, he skillfully pinched
her , he lifted her head and face towards his waist.

The woman's scalp throbbed with pain, unable to struggle. Suddenly, her face touched that sticky, ugly thing, startling her so much that she squeezed her eyes shut,
but couldn't stop the pungent stench from assaulting her nostrils, nor could she stop the thing from forcing its way down her throat. The stench
pierced her very being, causing her stomach to churn violently, making her want to vomit. Gushes of acid rose up, but her powerless mouth
couldn't close them, and the liquid could only spill from the corners of her lips.

The
monk please forgive me, please forgive me—!" He suddenly stopped breathing heavily, forcefully pressing the woman's face against his crotch, his face flushed,
groaning repeatedly. He hadn't been with a woman for a long time, and now, with just a little pleasure, he couldn't stop his semen.

The woman gasped, unable to push away the monk's hairy legs. Her scalp was numb with pain, and she felt that foul-smelling, hard
thing trembling in her throat, as if her filth was about to burst out. She couldn't vomit, couldn't scream, only
let out a heart-wrenching howl from her chest.

The monk, having achieved his momentary pleasure, wiped the remaining semen from his glans on the woman's lips and casually reattached it to
the soft cartilage below her ear.

The woman convulsed, dry heaving uncontrollably. Seeing the wicked monk again trying to tear at her clothes, she was instantly filled with grief and hatred, fighting desperately,
but how could she possibly win? He ripped her bra open, revealing her gleaming white breasts. The monk's lustful eyes
gleamed pounced on her, but the woman freed a hand, scratching his face hard and then pinning
his chin down.

Unable to free himself, the monk grew increasingly agitated. He pushed her arms away, slapped her, and then, using brute force,
stripped her naked in a few swift movements, like flipping a fish on a chopping board. He then pounced like a hungry tiger, sucking on her
rosy nipple. Finding it incredibly tender, he could barely hold on,

and without thinking, bit down hard. The woman, already terrified, found strength in the pain and scratched
several bloody marks on the monk's bald head. The monk winced in pain, his eyes flashing with rage. "Slap! Slap!" he slapped her twice across the face,
his voice menacing. "Don't move if you don't want to be beaten!" he snarled. The blows were heavy; blood trickled from the woman's mouth.
Shocked and in pain, she felt dizzy.

Suddenly, the monk lifted her legs high, his angry expression momentarily frozen, and let out a strange cry:
"What a fine cunt!" He buried his face in hers, sucking and licking wildly, making slurping sounds. The woman cried out, startled
, but the beating had instilled fear in her. She weakly pushed against the monk's shoulder, arching her back like a shrimp and sobbing, "
Let me go! Let me go… Waaah…"

When the monk looked up, the woman was a sobbing mess, trembling like a dying rabbit.

The monk patted his saliva-covered mons pubis, panting, and laughed, "Female benefactor, I've come to deliver you."
He then moved his knees forward, thrusting his body forward. The woman, as if knowing her end was near, opened her tearful eyes in horror, kicking her legs wildly.
The monk muttered a curse and forcefully pinched the tender flesh at the base of her thigh. The woman screamed, her body involuntarily
arching upward. Taking advantage of the moment, the monk tightened his grip on her waist and hips, his swollen glans circling her labia twice before thrusting
in with all his might.

The woman's vision blurred, emitting desperate moans, her slender waist unable to resist the ever-growing
fire within her. Hearing the woman's trembling moans, the monk became even more weak-kneed, and after penetrating fully, ignoring the pain of his foreskin being
torn , he thrust his hips forcefully, stretching her vulva until a ring of blood appeared.

The woman, drenched in sweat, was half-conscious, forced to straighten her back, enduring the painful thrusts.
The monk, excitedly howling, suddenly yelled and gripped her breasts tightly with all his might. Amid the woman
's desperate moans, he threw his head back, his buttocks trembling, as if trying to force himself into her.

At that moment, outside the room, another man was also aroused—the servant boy called Erdaizi. He had been tiptoeing...
He slipped back, nudged the unfortunate Liu, and seeing that Liu made no sound, carefully crept to the window, half-pulled down his pants,
and eavesdropped while simultaneously stroking his manhood. He heard the monk's muffled groans of extreme pleasure and the woman's desperate, helpless
wails. He held his breath and lunged towards the wall, then pulled up his pants and ran straight to the distant bushes, collapsing face-first to exhale
the gasps of uncontrollable breathing.

Er Daizi's breathing gradually calmed, but a growing sense of desolation filled his heart. Based on his past experience eavesdropping on virginity deflowering,
the man's lewd laughter would continue, and the woman's weeping would persist throughout the night. But tonight, he didn't want to eavesdrop anymore,
both because the monk was extremely fierce and because the woman's appearance bore a striking resemblance to his wet nurse.

He wasn't deaf or mute, but he had rarely spoken since childhood. His earliest memories were of living in a water village, where his wet nurse worked day and night
on needlework.

Sometimes, Erdaizi would wake up in his dreams, vaguely hearing his wet nurse's suppressed voice: "Be gentle...don't
wake the child." Sometimes it was his wet nurse's low sobs: "Please...don't ejaculate inside..."

Erdaizi dared not make a sound. If the moonlight was bright, he could vaguely recognize the man on his wet nurse's body; sometimes it was
the village chief, sometimes the accountant, and sometimes Uncle Hu who cooked...

When he woke up in the morning, Erdaizi would always look at his wet nurse with a puzzled expression. His wet nurse would blush and hold him in her arms, choking back tears:
"My poor little master, you are unlucky. Grow up quickly. As long as you marry and have children, so that your mother and master
can rest in peace, I will be at peace even after suffering!"

As Erdaizi grew older, his wet nurse told him more and more.

Erdaizi's biological father was Prince Yanqing of the Dali Kingdom. One day, a turmoil broke out in the Dali Kingdom, and Prince Yanqing was
killed by the rebel army. His wife gave birth to Erdaizi while fleeing, and died tragically two days after giving birth. The wet nurse, carrying the
infant Erdaizi, continued their escape until they fell into the water and were rescued by bandits. Before her death, the Crown Princess marked Erdaizi
with nine incense scars on his back.

Buddhism was the state religion of the Dali Kingdom, and the royal family had produced eminent monks throughout history. The Crown Princess made this mark so that her son would not forget his lineage when
he grew up . However, the wet nurse constantly warned Erdaizi that his royal lineage was a grave secret and must never
be revealed, or he would face certain death.

Erdaizi diligently remembered his wet nurse's words, remaining silent and withdrawn every day, as if he were deaf and mute. But
disaster still struck the water village.

When Erdaizi was six years old, one day he was gathering firewood on the mountain as usual when he was shocked to see the usually
imposing chieftain writhing in pain on the ground, while the chieftain's wife, the second chieftain, and the third chieftain stood by helplessly
. The chieftain roared like a wild beast, "I don't want to live like this for another day! Let's fight to the death
, it's better than the death warrant!"

His words sent a chill down everyone's spine. The second chieftain frantically looked around, worried someone might have overheard, but
unexpectedly spotted the simpleton. Everyone was shocked. The second chieftain approached, sword in hand, when suddenly
the sound of horses' hooves approached. He looked around in alarm; the hoofbeats grew closer, and a clear female voice shouted, "Trying to escape without handing over what the master demands
?" The second chieftain yelled, "Let's fight!" and lunged towards the woman with his sword raised.

The simpleton's heart pounded. He heard the clash of swords, screams, and the neighing of horses, then silence.
After while, thick smoke billowed from the direction of the water village. He lay motionless, too afraid to move, until dusk when he leaped
back, only to find the village deserted, a scene of utter ruin.

Amidst the scorched earth and rising smoke, Er Daizi cried out for his wet nurse, cold and hungry, squatting helplessly in a dilapidated
corner . By some stroke of luck, he met his master and mistress there, enjoying the happiest days of his life.
Yet, he ultimately returned to begging and wandering, sold into the Lichun Brothel, where he served tea and water, enduring beatings and humiliation daily.

*** *** *** ***

Er Daizi sighed, rose, and slowly left. He glanced back at Mingyu Fang, where the candlelight still flickered
faintly in the window, carrying the faint sound of a woman weeping, eerily desolate in the darkness.

The dilapidated Buddhist shrine where Er Daizi found refuge was right next to the Lichun Brothel, long abandoned due to neglect. The madam had chiseled a hole in
the wall to store firewood inside.

Two years ago, a mad old monk appeared out of nowhere, calling himself "Wu Chi" (悟瘡).
After , he neither rebuilt the temple nor sculpted a golden statue. He slept during the day and chanted scriptures at night, barely surviving thanks
to the leftover cold rice brought back by Er Daizi (二呆子).

The two, one mad and the other naive, occasionally chatted to pass the time. Er
Daizi wasn't very bright, but he had a naturally good memory. Every night, he fell asleep to the sound of the wooden fish drum, and unintentionally memorized
the scriptures Wu Chi often recited. When he had nothing to do, he would flip through Wu Chi's few tattered scriptures, asking questions here and there. He recognized a few characters, but
didn't understand . When eavesdropping on prostitutes' moans, he would often recite, "Form is emptiness"; when he used his five fingers to relieve himself in the middle of the night,
he would also mockingly say, "Emptiness is form."

At dawn, a commotion arose in the neighboring brothel, Li Chun. Er Daizi awoke from his sleep, knowing that what had happened the night before
had occurred. After a while, things calmed down again. It seemed that Master Liu had encountered some wicked people and was naturally helpless. No one came to
ask him anything, so Er Daizi went to work at the Lichun Brothel as usual.

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