The Journey to the West of the Demonic Monk, Chapter 48

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The 48th
night passed uneventfully. After sunrise, a carriage arrived to take Xuanzang and his companions to the post station for rest and a meal. The officials, led by Magistrate Liang, knew that Xuanzang and his companions were going to explore the Demon-Suppressing Cave in the Western Mountains that day, so they prepared a lavish feast to reward them. Over the next few days, the officials, knowing that Xuanzang was not a strictly ascetic monk who abstained from meat and alcohol, prepared a very sumptuous feast with all sorts of rare delicacies. However, only one pot of wine was served, for fear of delaying Xuanzang and his companions' plans, and they dared not urge them to drink
. During the meal, the officials admired the three Xuanzang and his disciples for their steadfastness. Magistrate Liang even promised that, regardless of the outcome of their journey to the Western Mountains, he would submit a memorial to the court, praising the merits of Xuanzang and his companions in Yongqiu City, and requesting the court to bestow a large reward upon Jinshan Temple and repair its Buddha statues.
A scribe surnamed He also spontaneously composed a poem praising Xuanzang. His poem reads: "The vast sky is bathed in pale light, a few crows linger as they return to their roosts." The city lights are dim, the streets quiet, just as the Zen monks are in deep meditation.
Xuanzang, with a gentle smile, calmly engages in conversation,
eats his meal without much talk. After the banquet, Xuanzang and his two companions return to their rooms to wash and rest, change their clothes, and then prepare to depart for West Mountain. Magistrate Liang and Assistant Magistrate Zhang, along with other officials, are still waiting in the post station hall. They respectfully escort Xuanzang and his disciples to the gate.
Outside the post station, three magnificent oxen-drawn carts are parked, pulled by strong, glossy black oxen, driven by
an old servant in a blue robe and small hat. The carts are decorated with colorful lacquer and intricate carvings, draped in white gauze, and filled with the aroma of incense, creating a serene atmosphere. Before each of the three carts stands a woman in colorful robes with double-bun hairstyles. The three women were around sixteen years old, with exquisite features. The woman in front wore a close-fitting pink and white dress, the next in pink, and the last in lake green. Upon seeing Xuanzang and his companions emerge, the three women gracefully curtsied
, their faces showing confusion as they looked at the three. Magistrate Liang and the other officials stroked their beards and smiled, remaining silent. The bearded Magistrate Zhang leaned close to Xuanzang and whispered with a smile, "These three are the top courtesans of Qingfang Pavilion in the city. The girls of Qingfang Pavilion are skilled in restoring vitality and healing, and these three are particularly outstanding. They admire the holy monks' righteous deeds these past few days and, having heard that the holy monks are going to investigate the dangerous Ghost Cave, they have come to see them off, hoping to do their part." The holy monks hadn't slept all night and were about to have them serve them to restore their energy in order to deal with the evil spirits of the Western Mountains.
Xuanzang smiled slightly, didn't refuse, and nodded, saying, "In that case, we monks will take our leave." As he spoke, he clasped his hands in a gesture of respect to the officials, then nodded and smiled at the women standing in front of the carriage. He then boarded the first small calf-cart, and Bianji and Zhu Xingzhe followed him into the two small calf-carts behind.
The carriages were quite luxurious and brightly colored, with light gauze flowing and thick silks and satins everywhere. In the middle was an exquisite brocade couch. Xuanzang looked around the carriage and then sat down on the couch. A fragrant breeze wafted by, and the woman in pink and white clothes who had been standing in front of the carriage also gracefully boarded the carriage, smiling sweetly at Xuanzang. She had large eyes and a charming and lovely face. A shout came from outside the carriage, and the small cart rumbled along, heading towards the western mountains outside the city.
Xuanzang saw the woman looking at him curiously with bright, sparkling eyes, so he smiled slightly and said, "This humble monk is Xuanzang. May I ask how you should address me, young lady?"
The woman in pink and white covered her mouth and smiled, gracefully bowing, and said, "My name is Su Yuniang... These past few days, thanks to the Holy Monk's protection of Yongqiu City, all the ghosts have been driven away. My sisters and I are deeply grateful. I am but a woman of the world, and have no way to repay you, except to serve the Holy Monk wholeheartedly this once, to express my heartfelt gratitude. I will now relax your muscles and bones, Zen Master."
The carriage was not very spacious, but Su Yuniang was petite. As she spoke, she lightly and nimbly moved behind Xuanzang. Just then, her fragrant, firm breasts brushed against Xuanzang's shoulders, seemingly unintentionally. They felt incredibly soft and comfortable.
Then, her pair of small, white, soft hands rested on Xuanzang's broad shoulders, gently kneading them. A tingling, numb, and itchy sensation spread through him, an indescribable comfort. It was truly a skillful touch. Xuanzang slowly nodded and closed his eyes to enjoy it.
After massaging his shoulders, Su Yuniang continued kneading down his waist. Wherever her soft hands touched, his muscles and bones felt a tingling, numb, sore, and itchy sensation, followed by complete relaxation and pleasure. Su Yuniang quickly found her way to Xuanzang's lower back and hips. Without hesitation, her small hands reached down onto
the embroidered couch where Xuanzang sat, a custom-made piece of furniture. Her hands easily moved from the couch's indentation to Xuanzang's buttocks, gently circling them. The subtle touch sent a tingling, pleasurable sensation through Xuanzang's spine, sending a soft sigh of pleasure through him.
Su Yuniang chuckled softly, her soft hands still caressing Xuanzang's buttocks, while a beautiful head peeked out from behind him. She emerged, gently resting her head on his broad shoulder, and softly asked in a voice as sweet as orchids, "Holy Monk, do you enjoy Yu Niang's touch?"
Her body was already petite, and in this position, her fragrant body pressed tightly against Xuanzang's back. Her soft, firm breasts, her supple, snake-like breasts and abdomen, and other exquisite features, were all vividly felt by Xuanzang in this close proximity.
At this moment, Su Yu Niang's soft little hands, which had been moving beneath him, moved to the center of Xuanzang's buttocks, and with a delicate, jade-like finger, she slowly began to rub upwards in a wondrous way…
Xuanzang let out a soft moan, a strange comfort washing over him. A surge of pleasure coursed through him.
With Su Yuniang's soft giggles, Xuanzang chuckled, reaching back to caress her pert little buttocks. He said, "Indeed, it's incredibly pleasurable, something this humble monk has never experienced before." As he spoke, he bent a finger and gently kneaded the same spot on Su Yuniang's buttocks…
Su Yuniang let out a soft "Ah!", her face flushing crimson. She pressed her curvaceous body even closer to his back, swaying her hips and waist with a strange rhythm, as if trying to break free from his grasp, or perhaps assuming a comfortable position to allow him even more freedom of exploration.
Xuanzang then began to explore further. He felt a soft, tingling sensation in his hands, and with a smile, he stopped.
Su Yuniang opened her rosy lips, took a few breaths, and withdrew her small hands that had been playing tricks on Xuanzang's buttocks. Her petite body pressed against Xuanzang, and she moved with some effort to stand in front of him, half-kneeling. She looked at Xuanzang with her large, watery eyes, biting her lip, and said, "This humble servant will now massage the front of you, Holy Monk."
Xuanzang smiled and closed his eyes, letting her massage his shoulders and arms
. A wave of tingling and comfortable sensations came over him. Her soft, boneless little hands kneaded from Xuanzang's shoulders to his palms, gently kneading his thick palms for a while before returning to his shoulders. Su Yuniang leaned close to Xuanzang's ear and whispered sweetly, "Holy Monk, your muscles are so well-nourished and strong, I really like them..."
As she spoke, her delicate little hands deftly slipped inside the front of his monk's robe, gently caressing Xuanzang's chest, occasionally brushing against his nipples. The tingling sensation was like being lightly tickled by a feather.
Xuanzang took a deep breath. Su Yuniang smiled and said softly, "Holy Monk, please lie down, and I will serve you well." As she spoke, her small, soft hand, as delicate as cotton, gently pressed against Xuanzang's chest, while her other soft hand half-wrapped around his neck, almost embracing him in her petite arms. Xuanzang smelled a warm, sweet fragrance, smiled slightly, and gently lay down on the soft couch.
The carriage wasn't spacious, and Xuanzang leaned against the thickly padded back wall, half-reclining on the couch. Su Yuniang knelt beside the couch, looking down at Xuanzang, her large eyes filled with tears. Her face was flushed and her small, white hands unbuttoned the hem of her monk's robe, revealing Xuanzang's strong, jade-like chest and abdominal muscles. Her eyes were captivated.
She looked up at Xuanzang, whose eyes were half-open and who seemed to be smiling, biting her lip. Her small hands trembled slightly as she unbuttoned her own clothes, revealing her fair and delicate body. Her snow-white, fragrant, and perky breasts trembled slightly, the two pink nipples on them particularly endearing.
Su Yuniang bent down, her naked body supported by her jade-like arms on either side of the soft couch. Her trembling, white, fragrant breasts swayed gently against Xuanzang's equally naked chest. A soul-stirring, bone-melting sensation emanated from where their skin touched. For a moment, Xuanzang felt as if he were floating on clouds.
Su Yuniang breathed heavily, her petite body, light as cotton, gently lying down, like a fragrant cloud, softly moving over Xuanzang's body. Her snow-white, warm, and soft breasts replaced her original soft little hands, moving smoothly and wonderfully over Xuanzang's naked body. Xuanzang felt a blissful, floating sensation in every pore of his body...
Her tender, perky breasts moved down from his chest, pausing for a moment at his lower abdomen, teasing his flat, firm belly until it felt hot. Then, Xuanzang felt a slight coolness below him. Su Yuniang had silently unfastened his underpants, revealing a hot, hard, thick, and long member of his genitals.
Su Yuniang looked very pleased. She raised her large, watery eyes and gave Xuanzang a charming glance. Then she bent down and used her tender breasts to rub the hard member. In the smooth touch, her two erect, pink nipples glided gently and resiliently over the hot member, making the sensation even more intoxicating.
Xuanzang felt a surge of intense desire rising from his lower abdomen. He sighed and reached out with
his hands, which were resting behind his head, to embrace Su Yuniang's naked, petite body and hold her in his naked arms. One large hand cradled her soft buttocks, while the other caressed her plump, white breasts, enjoying their smooth, bouncy texture. The hand then moved downwards, past her soft, white belly, and into her disheveled skirt, touching the incredibly warm and tender spot between her legs.
Su Yuniang let out a soft moan, her face flushed red. She wrapped her arms tightly around Xuanzang's neck
. Under Xuanzang's fingers, a trickle of moisture flowed from her delicate, translucent lips, moistening his thick, long fingers. The area where her lips met became slippery, fragrant, and soft, and... A slight suction arose, as if trying to draw Xuanzang's fingers in.
Su Yuniang buried her face deeply in Xuanzang's chest, letting his large hands roam freely below. After a while, she breathed heavily and said in a low voice, "Holy Monk, you are going to the Ghost Cave in the Western Mountains later to use your demon-subduing powers. If I waste your energy and delay things, I will not be able to atone for it even if I die a hundred times. Holy Monk, please release me and let me serve you. Then I will not waste any energy."
Upon hearing this, Xuanzang looked down at Su Yuniang, who was almost limp in his arms, smiled, and gently kissed her small face before releasing his hands as she asked. Su Yuniang lay limply in his arms for a moment before struggling to sit up. Her large, watery eyes glanced at Xuanzang with a mixture of resentment and shyness. She twisted her petite body a few times, then knelt at Xuanzang
's feet, bringing her head close to his erect, hot member that had almost pierced her bottom. She then reached out and pulled Xuanzang's hands to her soft, fragrant breasts before lowering her head and taking his erect member into her mouth, slowly sucking and swallowing…
Xuanzang grasped her soft yet firm breasts with both hands, the sensation exquisite, while below, his erect member… His penis was being sucked and swallowed by a wet, tight little mouth, while a tender, nimble little tongue teased and licked various parts of his penis. The pleasure was endless. What surprised Xuanzang the most was Su Yuniang's soft little hands. While sucking and swallowing his penis, her little hands stroked his hairy, wrinkled scrotum. Every time Xuanzang felt he was about to ejaculate, her wonderfully skillful touch would calm the surging pleasure down, keeping it in a state of blissful ecstasy without reaching the peak of ejaculation.
Xuanzang tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and felt this almost ecstatic, yet maddening, state. He felt the flame in his heart burning ever brighter under the stimulation of various physical pleasures. As this flame grew and spread, a boiling energy, imbued with a fiery intensity, gradually ignited within his blood, permeating and nourishing his entire body…
Su Yuniang knelt between Xuanzang's legs, her delicate face upturned, watching Xuanzang's closed eyes and thoughtful expression. She then worked even harder, sucking and kneading him, not even noticing that Xuanzang's large hands unconsciously pinched her tender breasts until they were red…
After an unknown amount of time, they suddenly heard the tinkling of bells outside the carriage. Su Yuniang jolted, slowly expelling the thick, long, uncouth object, raising her head, and gently… Xuanzang said, "Holy Monk, we're almost at the Western Mountain." "
Oh," Xuanzang responded, slowly opening his eyes
. He looked at Su Yuniang, kneeling before him, her half-naked, fair body exposed, and smiled slightly. He reached out and stroked her head, feeling the fiery energy coursing through his body. He took a deep breath, and his once-proud member instantly went limp like a dead snake.
Su Yuniang covered her mouth, a hint of disappointment in her eyes. She retrieved a clean cloth from a hidden compartment in the carriage and wiped Xuanzang's body, cleansing the saliva and sticky residue from his member. She then straightened Xuanzang's robes before tidying her own. She then sat down beside him with a resentful expression.
Xuanzang pulled her close... He clapped his hands lightly, smiled slightly, and said nothing
for a short while. A long shout came from ahead, and the carriage slowly came to a stop. The old servant driving the carriage called out from outside, "Holy Monk, the Western Mountain is just ahead. We mortals dare not go any further; we can only escort you this far!"
Xuanzang nodded and smiled at Su Yuniang, then stepped out of the carriage.
The small cart stopped by the roadside, and the old servant standing beside him pointed to a majestic green mountain not far ahead, saying in a trembling voice, "Holy Monk, that's the Western Mountain. The Ghost-Suppressing Grotto is halfway up the mountain; just follow the stone steps at the foot of the mountain, and you'll find it easily. The old man and the young ladies..." "We only dared to escort you this far, please forgive us, Holy Monk."
Xuanzang glanced at the Western Hills and then smiled, saying, "We are quite close now, our master and I only need to walk a little further. We will trouble you, old man and young ladies, to see us off all the way." The old servant repeatedly said he dared not, and Su Yuniang also got off the carriage and stood obediently beside Xuanzang. At this moment, they heard a rumbling sound behind them. The small calf carriage that Bianji and Zhu Xingzhe were riding in had arrived. Bianji
and Zhu Xingzhe got off the carriage, and then the two young ladies who accompanied them also got off the carriage. The pink-clad young lady accompanying Bianji had disheveled hair and hairpins, her face was flushed, and her clothes were also a little messy. Bianji, on the other hand, had a smiling face, but he was full of energy and did not seem to be affected by the mess. The young woman in green who followed Zhu Xingzhe looked perfectly normal, her clothes neat and tidy. Zhu Xingzhe, however, still appeared sickly, making it impossible to discern his condition.
Xuanzang bowed respectfully to the young women and the old servant, and said loudly, "This humble monk and my disciples thank you all for seeing us off along the way. Now that it is still early, please return quickly. Farewell." With that, he led Bianji and Zhu Xingzhe towards the Western Mountains.

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