[The Twelve Zodiac Animals] (I. The Lewd Monk)

(I) The Lewd Monk
"Who are you? What do you want?" A young woman, around seventeen or eighteen years old, huddled in the corner of the bed.
Anyone looking at the masked man in black who had suddenly appeared in their room, and seeing
her husband unconscious and foaming at the mouth beside her, would be terrified.
The masked man brandished a steel knife in his hand and said menacingly to the young woman huddled on the bed, "Little darling,
I've taken a fancy to you today. Be good and nothing will happen, otherwise…"
"Ah…ah…no…" The young woman looked at the gleaming steel knife and her unconscious husband, daring
not to resist in the slightest, and could only submit to the masked man's manipulation.
The masked man didn't directly violate her body, but instead held the knife in one hand while caressing the young woman's body with the other
. That hand seemed to possess magic; the young woman felt every inch of her skin burning hot, as if it were about to melt
, and she involuntarily groaned.
Unbeknownst to them, the masked man in black had already stripped the young woman of her clothes, piece by piece, from her outer garments to her underwear,
and finally her underpants, until she was completely naked.
After stripping her naked, the masked man's hands caressed her forbidden paradise. Soon, her private parts
were overflowing with desire, as if about to burst forth. The young woman's hands began to
involuntarily stroke her vulva, and she made indistinct sounds.
Seeing that the time was right, the masked man threw down his steel knife, loosened his belt,
revealing his already erect and thick member. He then mounted her, thrusting all the way in. This single stroke
made the young woman's eyes roll back; she almost fainted.
"...Oh...it hurts...oh...be gentle..." The masked man's penis was simply too large; each
thrust was a tearing pain for the young woman, and she could only plead incessantly. The young woman's pleas
seemed to further fuel the masked man's desire, his enormous penis thrusting in and out of her wetness
.
As the masked man continued his thrusting, the young woman gradually adapted to his size,
the intense pain in her body lessening, replaced by a pleasurable and comforting sensation. She began to moan incessantly
, "So powerful... Oh... I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore..."
Forgetting all shame, she clung tightly to the masked man, her long legs clamping tightly
around his thick waist. Her voluptuous body writhed and swayed violently with each thrust
.
"Little slut, just enjoy it!" The masked man sensed the change in the woman beneath him. He gradually
increased his pace, his hard penis moving in and out of her, causing her to moan incessantly.
Each thrust reached deep into the tender, shy clitoris of her vagina. With a soft , shy
moan from the young woman, a gush of vaginal fluid shot out from deep within her uterus.
Sensing her climax, the masked man in black increased the frequency of his thrusts. With
each thrust, the young woman felt a change in her vagina; the fluid made it even hotter and more itchy, and a sweet nectar flowed out,
wetting her snow-white thighs.
The masked man's penis was thick and large; each thrust sent indescribable pleasure through her body
, instantly overwhelming her reason. She swayed, craving his penis.
After several dozen more thrusts, the masked man felt an intoxicating, bone-melting pleasure wash over him. His glans twitched a few
times, and his scalding semen shot into the young woman's vagina.
Having ejaculated, the masked man didn't withdraw his penis. Instead, he sat cross-legged, posing the now limp
young woman in his arms in a peculiar position.
"You lecherous thief, don't run! Take this!" A sharp shout rang out, and a cold light shot towards the masked man in black's back. Instead of
dodging,
the masked man arched his back, meeting the incoming sword with his bare hands. The sword barely pierced his clothes; his body was as hard as iron, the sword unable to harm him in the slightest
.
The masked man turned around and saw a beautiful young woman standing outside the door, wearing a long,
white, sheer dress. Her long, black hair reached her waist. In the night breeze, her dress
fluttered gracefully, her long hair billowing in the wind.
The masked man sized up the young woman, and she, in turn, sized him up. When she saw
the weapon between his legs, a hint of shyness crept onto her face.
The young woman coldly asked, "The Vajra Subduing Demon Divine Power, may I ask which master of Pudu Temple you are?
I am Shen Zhiyan, a disciple of Hundred Flowers Valley."
The masked man in black didn't answer Shen Zhiyan's question. Seeing the peaceful night
disturbed by the girl's shout, with lights lighting up in many rooms, the masked man in black snorted coldly and
leaped onto the roof like a large bird, about to leave.
Just as the masked man in black leaped onto the roof, a pure white jade hand attacked him. The attacker was also
a young woman; her cheeks were fair with a slight rosy tint, smooth as jade, her skin so tender it seemed one could pinch water from it.
Her attire was similar to those below; she was also a disciple of Hundred Flowers Valley, Shui Ruxian.
The masked man in black paused, suddenly splitting into nine bodies, each attacking from different angles and directions to avoid
the attack from the person on the roof. Avoiding Shui Ruxian, but unable to avoid Shen Zhiyan's subsequent attack, knowing the masked man in black possessed the Vajra
Subduing Demon Divine Power, Shen Zhiyan abandoned her sword and used her palm strike. With Shui Ruxian's help, she subdued the masked man in black.
Shen Zhiyan and her group had come for the Soul-Suppressing Incense of Pudu Temple. Qin Ling's suggestions that day weren't exactly
good, but they did offer a solution. First, he mentioned several taboos of the Dream Realm. Although nightmares
had fewer taboos, there was one thing that rendered them ineffective: the Soul-Suppressing Incense of Pudu Temple.
Pudu Temple was an ancient temple with a history of over a thousand years. Within the Great Wu Dynasty, only the Shaolin Temple, the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, could
rival its scale. It was said that Pudu Temple was built on a battlefield of a hundred battles. Before its completion, the area
was littered with white bones, and a constant chilling wind raged. Several enlightened monks established Pudu Temple to deliver
the wronged souls from this land of death.
Even now, the annual Ghost Festival rituals at Pudu Temple are renowned throughout the land. The "Soul-Suppressing Incense" is an
essential item for the deliverance of souls and also a supreme elixir for the temple's high monks to cultivate Buddhism.
Like Shaolin Temple, Pudu Temple is a sacred place in the martial arts world,
famous for its six sutras: the Three Lives Sutra, the Nirvana Sutra, the Vajra Subduing Demon Sutra, the Universal Salvation Heart Sutra, the Bodhi Heart Sutra, and the Lesser Prajna Sutra.
Pudu Temple is also a sacred place of wealth; its thousands of halls occupy most of Shazhou City. If you include
the shops in the city, it can be said that the entire Shazhou is Pudu Temple's property.
As for land, not only in Shazhou, but throughout the entire Wu'an County, Pudu Temple is a leading landowner,
with thousands of monks going down to collect rent every autumn.
Regardless of the dynasty, Buddhist temples are exempt from taxes, whether it's the shops in Shazhou City or the
land in Wu'an County. With its flourishing incense offerings and the donations from devout believers, Pudu Temple had amassed
a vast fortune, making it practically as wealthy as a nation.
Given Pudu Temple's immense power and abundant wealth, Gu Youlan had no good solutions. Finally,
he ordered Ye Ruhan, Bai Yun, Shen Zhiyan, and Shui Ruxian to go to Shazhou. Ideally, they could steal or buy the Soul-Suppressing Incense; otherwise
, they could at least make a preliminary assessment.
The four of them arrived in Shazhou and discovered
the scale of Pudu Temple. All businesses in Shazhou, except for brothels, were temple property. Furthermore, the patrols in Shazhou
were not by government soldiers, but by Pudu Temple's monks—meaning the entire city was under Pudu Temple's complete control.
Stealing was obviously out of the question, so Shen Zhiyan had no choice but to lie and claim she was a believer requesting a stick of
incense for pacifying the soul. The only person to entertain such believers was a monk who readily agreed to her request
, but what she received for ten taels of gold was clearly just ordinary sandalwood.
Just as Shen
Zhiyan and her group were preparing to return the next day, they unexpectedly discovered someone picking flowers near the inn that night, prompting them to intervene.
Looking at the chaotic scene around them, Shen Zhiyan said to Shui Ruxian, "That's it for tonight
. We'll talk more when we get back."
The two returned to the inn and found Ye Ruhan and Bai Yun, who had come with them, already there. Shen Zhiyan breathed a
sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Thank goodness, everyone is alright."
"Heroines, spare my life!" Before Shen Zhiyan could even ask, the masked man in black, who had been captured, immediately begged for mercy
.
Shen Zhiyan asked, "What is your Dharma name?"
The masked man in black replied, "My name is Zhu Xiaobao, but I don't have a Dharma name yet."
Shen Zhiyan knew that monks naturally had different ranks, from the abbot and
head monks of each courtyard, to the managers of each courtyard and room, and then to the most ordinary novice monks.
Zhu Xiaobao was one of the tens of thousands of monks in Pudu Temple, a novice monk who had been sold into Pudu Temple, a novice monk
responsible for guarding the gate, a novice monk who didn't even have a Dharma name.
Before Shen Zhiyan could ask any more questions, Zhu Xiaobao began to complain. He said that even among novice monks, there were different ranks.
Those who were bought were not as good as those who were raised from a young age, those who were raised were not as good as those who donated money, and those who donated money were not as
good as those who were related to the abbots and head monks. They were all novice monks, yet the gatekeeper was inferior to the cook, the cook to the lamplighter, and the lamplighter
to the martial arts practitioner…
“What’s the deal with your martial arts?” Ignoring Zhu Xiaobao’s complaints, Shen Zhiyan began to inquire about his
martial arts skills. Such skills from a mere novice monk made the strength of Pudu Temple truly terrifying.
But upon hearing Zhu Xiaobao’s explanation, Shen Zhiyan realized he was an exception. Of course, Zhu Xiaobao was unwilling
to remain a novice monk, but the temple rules forbade gatekeepers from chanting scriptures or practicing martial arts. Fortunately,
Zhu Xiaobao was literate,
and he secretly climbed into the scripture pavilion every night to read. By sheer luck, he had acquired
superb martial arts skills through this nightly practice. However, he lacked any awareness of being a master.
Shen Zhiyan simply didn’t believe a novice monk with no status could help steal the Soul-Suppressing Incense, but
she still asked, unwilling to give up.
Zhu Xiaobao's answer delighted Shen Zhiyan and the others; Zhu Xiaobao actually knew the recipe for the Soul-Suppressing Incense.
(To be continued)

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/186542.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=186542&aspx=1

Previous Page : 【Gorgeous tobacco】

Next Page : [Three types of the Eighteen Touches]

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[The Twelve Zodiac Animals] (I. The Lewd Monk)

comment Open a new window to view comments