The Journey to the West: Tang Sanzang Chapter

Green hills and clear waters, a gentle breeze caressing the earth, and melodious birdsong filling the air—everything seemed so beautiful and peaceful.
In the middle of the Lianyun Mountains in Dongsheng Shenzhou, a towering mountain rises between heaven and earth. A young monk in robes is carrying two loads of firewood up a stone path.
Suddenly, a woodcutter approaches, humming a tune and carrying a pink carp.
The young monk's eyes are immediately drawn to the strange little carp, unable to look away. After a moment's hesitation, he runs to the woodcutter and says in a cheerful voice, "Uncle Woodcutter, may I trade my firewood for this little carp?"
"Oh?" The woodcutter smiles at him, looking at the carp in his hand and then at the firewood behind him. After considering for a moment, he nods and says, "Alright."
"Thank you, Uncle Woodcutter," the young monk says happily, nodding his thanks. He puts down the firewood, takes the carp, and runs up the mountain. At the summit stands a magnificent temple, named: Great Thunderclap Temple!
The young monk, carrying the carp, ran quickly into the temple and then to his private courtyard. It seemed he held a high position within the temple; otherwise, he wouldn't have had a separate courtyard.
The courtyard wasn't large, the ground covered entirely with newly sprouted green grass. To the east stood a huge sycamore tree, now a vibrant green, while to the west was a large vat, its original purpose unknown.
The young monk, carrying the pink carp, approached the vat and muttered to himself, "I never thought my training space would be yours to live in." He placed the carp into the vat, glanced at the approaching dusk, and his expression tightened as if he'd remembered something. He hurriedly ran back inside, unaware that the little carp in the vat, as if understanding his presence, leaped out of the water and looked in his direction.
Inside, the young monk stealthily looked around like a thief, then tightly closed the door and ran to his bed.
Once on the bed, a slight blush appeared on his handsome face as he pressed his ear against the wall, listening intently.
Then, with an excited expression, the little monk carefully looked around again before quietly peeling back a painting hanging on the wall. Beneath the painting was a round hole about three fingers in diameter!
Excitedly, the little monk pressed his eyes against the hole. What was on the other side of the wall? The beautiful young woman
undressing in the first chapter of the erotic Journey to the West was so nervous
that her breathing involuntarily stopped.
Looking at the woman's perfectly exposed body, her long, snow-white legs tightly pressed together, her two round, snow-white buttocks slightly upturned, the little monk was filled with wicked thoughts. He imagined how perfect it would feel if this usually serene woman knelt on the bed, her round, snow-white buttocks raised high for him to play with! His penis was
already hard and swollen. The little monk breathed heavily as he quickly unzipped his pants, and a huge penis, nearly nine inches long and about four centimeters wide, immediately sprang out, nodding incessantly.
The young monk's face was pressed tightly against the wall, while the stunningly beautiful young woman leaned against the bedside, facing him directly!
Her slender hands rose to caress her smooth shoulders, then moved down to her smooth, firm breasts, which one hand could not reach, gently kneading them.
A seductive moan escaped her lips, her face flushed, and she bit her lip, seemingly suppressing pleasure. Her right hand, blushing, reached down to her crotch, penetrating the dark forest of hair, her small, white hand covering the pink flesh and kneading it with a touch of cruelty.
Anyone who hadn't seen it would never believe that this stunningly beautiful woman, who had been exceptionally taken in by the Great Thunder Temple because of her noble and serene demeanor, would masturbate daily in his room, and treat him so cruelly!
The young monk's eyes widened immediately, and he gripped his enormous penis tightly, rapidly stroking and kneading it.
The beautiful woman opposite him opened and closed her red lips, emitting moans. Her pink vulva dripped with lustful fluid, running down her snow-white thighs and onto the bed.
Her entire body was flushed a faint rosy hue. Her left hand gripped her breast, kneading it frantically, two fingers occasionally pinching and pulling at her engorged nipple!
Her right hand, which had been caressing her vulva, was completely soaked with her fluids. With a seductive moan, the beautiful young woman looked towards the headboard with her large, watery eyes, her delicate hands reaching from under the pillow to retrieve a rough, round piece of wood, full of dents and bumps. The top of the wood had been shaped into an oval, like the head of a dragon, but it was clearly not smooth; the little monk could even see the barbs on it.
The stunningly beautiful young woman stared at the wooden rod with her large, watery eyes, her exquisite face filled with wanton lust. Her slender hand grasped the end of the rod and lowered it to her lower body, the oval tip gently rubbing against her pink flesh and lightly touching her erect clitoris.
The beautiful woman moaned wantonly without restraint, pinching her nipples between two fingers and squeezing them desperately. Suddenly, her right hand, gripping the massive wooden rod, thrust downwards with tremendous force, instantly plunging the nearly twenty-centimeter-long rod completely into her small opening.
"Ah—oh oh oh oh…" the beautiful woman groaned, her face a mixture of pain and excitement, but her right hand didn't stop; instead, she pulled the end of the rod out quickly and then thrust it in again!
The stunningly beautiful young woman closed her eyes and moaned wildly. Her long, jet-black hair danced in the air with her movements, and her arched back accentuated her already large, full breasts. But the most erotic sight was her lower body; a massive, uneven wooden rod repeatedly entered and exited her tight little hole. Pink, tender flesh opened and closed with each thrust, and drops of her juices splashed into the air. The beautiful young woman's face was flushed with lust.
The little monk stared intently at the massive wooden rod, watching the erotic little hole open and close, listening to the woman's incredibly seductive, sweet moans. His heart trembled. He spat a few times onto his palm, then closed it and began to rapidly stroke his almost exploding dragon.
The young woman's moans grew louder, the flowing fluids completely soaking the bedding beneath her. Suddenly, she forcefully shoved the enormous wooden rod into her vagina, then gripped the end with her right hand and began to shake it violently. The oval tip, covered in countless short, barbs, rubbed fiercely against the clitoris deep within her womb. Suddenly, the woman screamed, her body trembling as she collapsed back onto the bed.
The young monk, seeing the woman's alluring appearance, quickened his movements, his massive member, held between his hands, beginning to tremble slightly.
Two minutes later, the beautiful woman, her alluring eyes fixed on her lower body, slowly withdrew the wooden rod from her vagina, watching as streams of vaginal fluid gushed forth, instantly flowing down her snow-white thighs. The young woman seductively bit her lower lip, extending her fair right hand to gently rub her pink vulva. Then, the beautiful woman held her hand, glistening with lustful fluid, before looking at it intently with her large, watery eyes. After a moment, she inserted her fair fingers into her red mouth and began to lick them wantonly. The young
monk's eyes widened with excitement, his penis throbbing faster and faster. Suddenly, he let out a low growl and thrust hard, waves of desire erupting as he ejaculated against the wall! Nearly a minute later, the young monk lay panting on the bed, but his jade-like hands were still gently kneading his now limp penis, savoring the perfect afterglow of his orgasm…
The image of the woman's incredibly lewd
appearance flashed through his mind, and his penis, under the caress of her warm, jade-like hands, began to slowly revive. The young monk had always needed to ejaculate two or three times a day to be satisfied! The dragon quickly rose again, completely soaked in mucus after its release. The little monk excitedly began to thrust downwards from the dragon's head, waves of intense pleasure washing over him, leaving him intoxicated. With his eyes slightly narrowed, the little monk savored the blissful sensation, feeling utterly blissful.
Suddenly, a voice rang out from inside the courtyard, "Grandmaster Tang Sanzang, the Patriarch is looking for you!"
The young monk addressed as Tang Sanzang immediately sprang to his feet, quickly stuffing his incredibly painful erection into his trousers. Feeling as if his erection was about to explode under his robes, the young Tang Sanzang frowned in discomfort, opened the door, and went outside. A bald monk in his early twenties was curiously looking at the carp in the tank inside the courtyard. Seeing Tang Sanzang emerge, he said doubtfully, "What strange carp! Could they be the legendary dragon fish?"
"Daydreaming! Dragon fish live in the ocean. This fish comes from the nearby river. Get out of here, don't look at it!" The young Tang Sanzang spoke in a tone of lecturing a junior, but the monk was much taller than him, mainly because the young Tang Sanzang was only fourteen years old, just a child. However, the monk wasn't angry, mainly because the young Tang Sanzang was a direct disciple of the Patriarch of the Great Thunderclap Temple, sharing the same status as the current abbot!
After driving the monk out of the courtyard, the young Tang Monk walked to the jar and quietly observed the carp for a while before leaving as well.
The Patriarch resided outside the Great Thunderclap Temple, in a large cave filled with Buddhist energy on the back mountain.
Night had fallen, and various animals darted about in the forest, each one extremely friendly to the young Tang Monk. The young Tang Monk smiled smugly. He knew this was because he possessed the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Skill, which naturally made any living being feel close to him. It was said that when the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Skill was cultivated to its peak, one could influence countless evil people from a thousand miles away with just their aura.
In the legends of the human world, it was said that in the ancient mythological era, before the world was divided into gods, demons, monsters, and humans, the Buddha Tathagata had influenced countless wicked people with his gaze.
The young Tang Monk knew that this was actually a manifestation of the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Skill reaching a certain level, and now his master, the Patriarch of the Great Thunderclap Temple, could also do this. So much so that throughout the entire Eastern Continent, the Patriarch's reputation was extremely widespread. Everyone believed he was the reincarnation of Buddha, unaware that it was merely one effect of the mysterious Great Sun Tathagata Divine Art.
A gentle night breeze rustled Tang Sanzang's loose robes. With a faint smile on his lips and deep-set eyes, Tang Sanzang seemed like an immortal. Stepping onto the bluestone steps, Tang Sanzang walked towards the back mountain. After some reflection, the desire in his heart was no longer so intense. Although some reservations remained, they were no longer as unbearable.
The surroundings were dark, but this did not obstruct Tang Sanzang's vision. The chirping of insects echoed from the forest on both sides of the bluestone path, resonating in the silent night, so melodious and moving.
Breathing in the fresh air that seemed to carry countless breaths of life, the young Tang Sanzang's heart stirred. His steps remained unchanged, but his mind sank into the entirety of nature.
In a cave on the back mountain, its walls inscribed with Buddhist mantras, an old monk with white hair and beard, radiating a faint golden light, sighed deeply. "Alas, this child's talent is unparalleled, perhaps even surpassing that of Buddha himself. But alas, why is his lust so strong?"
"Could this be a great tribulation arranged for him by Heaven?"
The old monk, his face utterly benevolent, sighed again, and the cave returned to silence.
Time slowly passed. Tang Sanzang respectfully entered the forbidden area of the Great Thunderclap Temple. Seeing the Patriarch seated on a seven-colored lotus throne, radiating a faint golden light, he asked in surprise, "Patriarch, you…"
The old monk smiled slightly, a smile that seemed to pierce the highest heavens, to see through the six realms of reincarnation, stirring even Tang Sanzang's heart.
Seeing Tang Sanzang's enlightened expression, the old monk sighed again inwardly, "Alas, what a clever child." He smiled slightly and said, "Indeed, I am about to join the ranks of all Buddhas, and from this day forward I will reside permanently in the Western Paradise."
"Master..." Tang Sanzang's eyes reddened. It was the Master who had picked him up from the river and then meticulously taught him. Now, thinking of the Master's impending departure, how could he not be sad?
"Don't cry." The Master smiled gently and said, "Today I must leave you, but we will surely meet again in the future. Why grieve?"
"Master..." Tang Sanzang wiped away his tears, choking back sobs.
The Master looked at him kindly. At this moment, he was no longer a Buddha but a human, and said, "We have been together for fourteen years, yet you still do not know my Dharma name. My late master bestowed upon me the name Citian, meaning compassion for all beings. Now remember it."
"Yes." Tang Sanzang replied, looking at the increasingly radiant golden light emanating from the Master Citian, he still couldn't help but feel sorrow.
The Compassionate Patriarch smiled slightly, “The Great Sun Tathagata Divine Skill was created by the ancient, nameless Buddha, and it has eighteen levels. Even the Buddha Tathagata, who single-handedly created the Western Paradise, has only reached the fifteenth level.”
“The Great Sun Tathagata Divine Skill has always been passed down through a single lineage. You must cultivate it diligently and never disappoint your master. After I depart, you must descend the mountain to travel throughout the land, saving all sentient beings.”
“Patriarch, I will certainly do so,” Tang Sanzang replied, choking back tears. “Amitabha.” The Compassionate Patriarch clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist prayer, slowly closed his eyes, and said nothing more.
“Compassionate Holy Buddha, the Buddha Tathagata has sent us Arhats to request your presence.” A loud voice suddenly rang out in the sky, followed by boundless Buddhist light. The Buddhist light emanating from the Compassionate Patriarch seemed to respond, instantly spreading outwards with boundless golden light, interacting with the three Arhats in the sky. The boundless Buddhist light instantly enveloped the entire mountain range where the Great Thunderclap Temple was located.
Tang Sanzang barely opened his eyes. The entire cave ceiling had been silently reduced to nothingness by the Buddha's light. Citian Patriarch stood up, his seven-colored lotus throne slowly lifting him into the air.
A commotion immediately erupted in the Great Thunderclap Temple at the front. Everyone rushed out and knelt on the ground. No one knew that the Patriarch would ascend to Buddhahood; what immense merit must have been required!
In all the villages and towns near the Great Thunderclap Temple, everyone also knelt, praying for the Buddha, who rarely appeared in the mortal world, to protect them.
Only Tang Sanzang remained proudly standing amidst the Buddha's light, a faint golden glow emanating from his body, constantly merging with the surrounding light.
The Compassionate Patriarch flew to the three Arhats' side, looked at the proud and elegant Tang Sanzang, smiled approvingly, and said, "My disciple Tang Sanzang, you may keep this seven-colored lotus at your feet and what is within it."
"Holy Buddha, this seven-colored lotus throne is a symbol of your holy Buddha status!"
"It's alright, keep it for my disciple."
Tang Sanzang naturally didn't hear these words. Seeing the seven-colored lotus throne at the Patriarch's feet flying downwards, boundless Buddhist light suddenly erupted from Tang Sanzang's body. He fully activated the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Power, and the seven-colored lotus throne was immediately drawn into his forehead.
The Buddhist light gradually dissipated, and the three Arhats and the Compassionate Patriarch disappeared into the distant west, carrying with them golden light.
"Patriarch..." Tears welled up in Tang Sanzang's eyes again. He looked up at the sky, which had turned dark again, and remained motionless for a long time.
Amidst the mountains and forests, a person stood proudly.
The Great Thunderclap Temple was brightly lit, filled with a joyous atmosphere.
No one knew that the Patriarch had ascended to Buddhahood, becoming the only Buddha to achieve this in ten thousand years. Everyone was overjoyed; this was boundless glory for the Great Thunderclap Temple!
Young Tang Sanzang returned to the temple somewhat forlornly. Everyone knew that he was the only person the Patriarch had received before his ascension, and their eyes revealed boundless envy. However, under the abbot's orders, no one dared to disturb him.
Back in his courtyard, Tang Sanzang quietly leaned against a large tree, gazing at the night sky, at the twinkling stars, and at the large, round, and bright moon. His mood gradually improved. After all, there would be a chance to see him again in the future, so why be sad? He should be happy for the Patriarch. Thinking this, Tang Sanzang became happy again. After all, he was still just a fourteen-year-old child.
Arriving at the water jar, Tang Sanzang wanted to see the strange little carp, but suddenly found that the jar was completely empty. He looked around in confusion, but the ground was still covered in green grass; there was no sign of a carp. Suddenly, Tang Sanzang's ears twitched—there was a noise coming from inside his room! His heart tightened; who dared to enter his room without permission?
Quietly approaching the door, Tang Sanzang peeked through the crack, but was suddenly struck dumb, his long-forgotten desire surging wildly again!
Inside, beside the bed, a completely naked girl was turning over the covers. Moonlight shone through the crack in the door, illuminating her snow-white, translucent skin, instantly causing Tang Sanzang to gasp. Long, jet-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, accentuating her smooth, glistening bare back, her slender waist, her snow-white, rounded buttocks, and her long, perfectly sculpted legs pressed tightly together…
Tang Sanzang, breathing heavily, stared, his lower body already swollen and erect. Tang Sanzang was exceptionally talented, and by nature, incredibly kind and helpful. But it seemed, as his master Citian had said, that fate, beyond the gods and Buddhas, had ordained a calamity for him. Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, Tang Sanzang couldn't resist the wicked thought of pinning her down and ravaging her. To simply call him a lecherous beast was an exaggeration; had you ever seen such a benevolent and compassionate beast?
Of course, Tang Sanzang had no idea of any of this. His eyes gleamed as he gazed at the stunningly beautiful, naked girl in the room, wondering if he should rush in. Now that his master was gone, even if he wanted to play with a girl, there would be absolutely no problem!
However, the benevolence and morality taught by his master, Citian, for over a decade vehemently restrained him. His previous act of peeping at a beautiful young woman and engaging in indecent acts was already his limit; now, did he really want to take advantage of a girl as well?
Tang Sanzang struggled internally, essentially deciding his life's path. If he decided to turn away and become a virtuous gentleman, he would surely become a highly accomplished monk. But if he succumbed to his instincts and rushed in, he would be forever bound to the habit of possessing women.
"Who's there?" Suddenly, a shy, crisp voice called from inside the room, startling Tang Sanzang.
The door was suddenly flung open, and the naked girl, seeing the young monk who had saved her, rushed out in embarrassment. A sweet, virginal scent wafted into Tang Sanzang's nostrils, deeply intoxicating him. Seeing the girl's trembling, glistening breasts and the patch of black hair beneath her, Tang Sanzang instantly lost his senses. He reached out and pulled the girl, who was running past him, into a tight embrace.
"Ah, don't do this, little master!" the girl cried out in surprise, her face flushed with embarrassment as she struggled. Unbeknownst to her, this only excited Tang Sanzang more. Her smooth abdomen, through the thin monk's robe, rubbed against his already erect member, sending waves of tingling pleasure through him.
The girl then felt the monster pressed tightly against her lower abdomen; its heat and size made her uneasy. She said shyly, "Don't do this… little master… don't…"
Overcoming his psychological barriers, Tang Sanzang instantly transformed into a lecherous thief. He buried his head in her black hair, inhaling the faint fragrance, and then forcefully dragged the girl into the house. The girl, like any ordinary woman, struggled but couldn't break free from Tang Sanzang's strength, and could only cry and beg shyly.
Tang Sanzang, of course, ignored her; he was completely consumed by lust and had lost all reason. He roughly threw the girl onto the bed and then pressed down on her.
"Ah—no—" the girl cried out in surprise, looking helplessly and shyly at Tang Sanzang on top of her, her heart filled with complex emotions. Although the little monk had saved her life, he couldn't do this... It was so shameful... But he was a good person, she absolutely couldn't use her magic to hit him! She
absolutely couldn't, but he wanted to... Ah...
The fourth chapter of the erotic Journey to the West: Clumsy Sex Taboo Erotic
Tang Sanzang buried his face in those crystal-clear breasts. The breasts weren't large, easily held in a pair of large hands, but they were extremely cute and alluring. The crystal-clear skin made them seem as if they could be broken with a touch, and a bright red nipple stood proudly erect on them.
Excited, Tang Sanzang took her into his mouth, gently biting and nibbling, while his left hand gently massaged and kneaded her other breast.
"Oh...no...Little Master...ah...it feels so shameful...oh..." The girl, who had never experienced intimacy before, immediately went limp from Tang Sanzang's actions. She felt waves of electric-like tingling sensations shooting from her breasts to her heart, while her lower body, where she usually urinated, suddenly felt unbearably itchy, leaving her feeling incredibly empty.
Tang Sanzang felt the girl beneath him suddenly become incredibly hot and tremble slightly. He was somewhat confused by the girl; it was also his first time touching a beautiful woman like this. Based on his experience of secretly watching the stunningly beautiful young woman next door, he knew that doing this would surely bring pleasure to the girl beneath him, allowing him to find an opportunity to insert his enormous member into the little hole that tempted him every day.
Thinking this, he gently pulled and bit the right breast of the girl beneath him, while his left hand kneaded her other breast with increasing force. The girl moaned softly, her hands shyly holding his head, seemingly trying to push him away, but without any effort. Instead, it seemed as if she was helping him to bring her more pleasure.
The girl was extremely shy, her body being played with like this by a man, especially her lower body, which was incredibly itchy, as if something was inserted and scratching her hard. And why was she uncontrollably "peing" down there? How shameful... How could this be...
Tang Seng raised his head, looking at the girl beneath him who had shyly closed her eyes and looked aroused, and tentatively asked, "Are you happy?"
"Mmm... Don't ask... Don't..." the girl responded shyly, her body constantly twisting gently as if anticipating Tang Seng's continued biting and violation.
Overjoyed, Tang Sanzang quickly tore off his loose monk's robe, stripping naked and pressing himself against the girl. He lowered his head, opened his mouth, and took her jade-like breast into his mouth. He immediately took more than half of her small right breast into his mouth, while his left hand continued to knead her firm left breast. His mouth, still holding her right breast, gently nibbled at her soft flesh.
Waves of pleasure surged through her body and mind from both breasts, and the girl moaned in ecstasy. However, her lower body felt increasingly itchy and empty! The girl couldn't help but gently wiggle her plump, white buttocks…
A series of electric shocks immediately caused Tang Sanzang's desire to swell wildly. Feeling the warm sensation from his lower body, Tang Sanzang was incredibly excited, wanting to immediately thrust his desire into that warm place.
His right hand reached down and found that the girl's vagina was constantly flowing with lustful fluid, soaking the sheets beneath them. Tang Sanzang looked at the girl with her eyes closed and her face flushed, and asked tremblingly, "May I go in?"
The girl didn't speak, her eyes still tightly closed, but her face flushed even more, as if it were about to bleed, and her breathing became more rapid. Tang Sanzang looked at the girl and knew that she no longer objected to his actions, so he trembled and bent over.
Reaching out, he grasped his desire and gently rubbed it against the wet, dark forest. The moisture flowed out, instantly soaking Tang Sanzang's still somewhat dry and ugly thing. He rubbed the male symbol against the girl's sensitive area a couple of times, then raised his head to look at the girl who had shyly closed her eyes again, took a deep breath, and slowly thrust his lower body.
The huge desire squeezed through the tight space and gradually pressed in. The tender flesh, slippery with moisture, immediately squeezed Tang Sanzang's thing, causing him to lose his senses for a moment. He took another deep breath, suppressing the almost exploding desire, and leaned down to look at the shy girl. A feeling of tenderness rose in his heart, and he lowered his head to kiss her red lips deeply.
The girl trembled, but didn't resist. She obediently opened her mouth, letting Tang Seng's large tongue enter, chasing her small, fragrant tongue. Tang Seng thrust his lower body for four minutes before fully penetrating her.
The girl kissed Tang Seng shyly, but her mind was entirely focused on what was happening below her. Her private parts were being penetrated by something so enormous?! The girl found it unbelievable, feeling an overwhelming sense of fullness, as if her entire being, her very soul, had found its anchor. She couldn't help but let out alluring moans of "ooh" and "mmm" from her delicate nose.
The two virgins remained still for a few minutes, then Tang Seng lay on top of the girl and began to slowly thrust. An overwhelming tingling sensation coursed through their nerves, and both were immersed in overwhelming pleasure.
Tang Seng breathed comfortably, but this level of pleasure gradually became insufficient for him. As if by instinct, he straightened his upper body, hoisting the girl's two long, slender, snow-white legs onto his shoulders. Then, he gripped her rounded buttocks and began to thrust rapidly.
The girl moaned ecstatically, her lower body lifted into the air, her upper body swaying back and forth on the bed with each powerful thrust, her small, lovely breasts swaying all around her.
Tang Seng looked down at their joined bodies, his excitement growing even stronger! Feeling his burning gaze fixed on that spot, the girl felt incredibly shy.
Suddenly, the girl's body stiffened, then she screamed and moaned, followed by gushes of incredibly hot fluid spurting from within her body onto Tang Seng's head. Tang Seng felt a throbbing in his lower body, knowing that ejaculation was imminent, so he gripped her snow-white buttocks and thrust even more fiercely.
The girl, already in the throes of orgasm, was completely captivated by Tang Seng's frenzied thrusting. Gushes of fluid gushed forth seemingly endlessly, and the girl moaned and cried out, tears of pleasure welling in her eyes.
Tang Sanzang, embracing her snow-white buttocks, thrust relentlessly with his massive, fiery member. Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck his mind, and he used the force of his falling body to bury his enormous member deep within the girl's warmth, endless fluid gushing from the head of his penis. Tang Sanzang, panting heavily, collapsed onto the girl. "Ah… Little Master…" The girl trembled, relentlessly assaulted by the hot, continuous flow of fluid, a powerful tingling sensation surging through her nerves. She moaned again, reaching another ecstatic climax.
The intense orgasm lasted for nearly four minutes before gradually subsiding. The girl, overwhelmed by the boundless pleasure, had lost consciousness in ecstasy. Tang Sanzang, not wanting to withdraw his limp member, left it deeply buried within the girl's opening. He lovingly stroked the girl's still slightly flushed face, vowing in his heart: he would cherish this girl forever and ever.
Tang Sanzang was exhausted, not so much from his physical body possessing the divine power of the Great Sun Tathagata, but primarily from his mind: He had experienced so much today—his patriarch had ascended to the Western Paradise, and he himself had truly become a man. Holding the girl tightly, Tang Sanzang buried his face in her small, lovely breasts, inhaling her faint fragrance and feeling their elasticity and softness. He gradually drifted off to sleep.
The sun once again hung high in the sky. Tang Sanzang groggily awoke, suddenly feeling a shy and bewildered gaze fixed upon him. His heart tightened, and he quickly opened his eyes. "Ah—" The girl opposite him, seeing Tang Sanzang suddenly awaken, hurriedly and shyly closed her eyes.
Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, feeling his lower body now incredibly swollen and deeply buried in a warm little hole. His heart trembled, and his enormous member couldn't help but swell even more. "Ah—no—" The girl felt Tang Sanzang's movements and finally couldn't help but open her eyes, looking at him shyly.
"Does it hurt?" Tang Sanzang reached out and stroked the girl's blushing face, asking with concern. The girl frowned slightly, glanced at him shyly, then lowered her eyes and whispered, "Mmm."
"I can't hear you," Tang Sanzang said mischievously, twisting the girl's fair face with a smile. He then wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist and slowly withdrew his massive member. The girl frowned slightly, enduring the pain, until her entire member was withdrawn before letting out a sigh of relief.
Tang Sanzang kissed her tenderly. Although she hadn't felt much pain yesterday due to excitement and the flow of fluids, she was still a virgin, and the next day she would inevitably have to endure the pain of being torn apart.
The girl looked shyly at Tang Sanzang's erect member, her mind filled with the exquisite pleasure that the monster had given her yesterday.
"What's your name?" Tang Sanzang reached out and grasped the girl's small, lovely breasts, kissing her fair, blushing face as he asked indistinctly. The girl trembled, but did not reject Tang Seng's intimate actions. She breathed heavily and whispered, "Ling'er."
"You're mine now, understand?" Tang Seng gently kneaded the breasts he couldn't resist, speaking with domineering force. "Mmm..." The girl's breathing quickened again, and her pretty face flushed with desire.
Tang Seng was taken aback and quickly stopped what he was doing, asking with concern, "Don't think too much. You need to rest for a few days."
Looking at Tang Seng's smiling gaze, Ling'er immediately closed her eyes shyly, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered in a voice barely above a whisper, "Are you... uncomfortable down there?"
"What?" Tang Seng was stunned. His first impression of Ling'er was that she was shy, and the second was that she was extremely sensitive. He hadn't expected her to ask such a question now, and he was surprised.
Ling'er glared at him shyly, repeatedly pounding her chest with her small hands, and scolded coquettishly, "You bastard, you're such a bastard!"
With Ling'er's movements, her lovely breasts swayed up and down and side to side. Tang Seng's eyes were fixed on them, and he secretly swallowed. Feeling Tang Seng's burning gaze, Ling'er immediately realized how alluring she was. She let out a shy moan and shrank into Tang Seng's arms, her small breasts pressed tightly against his chest.
Tang Seng stroked the girl's dark hair, his gaze suddenly falling on her two snow-white, round buttocks. His eyes lit up, and his hand immediately reached out to gently play with them. Ling'er shyly and hurriedly tried to avoid his large hands. Those hands seemed to be electrified, always sending waves of tingling sensations wherever they touched, making her feel "uncomfortable."
Despite Ling'er's attempts to dodge, those large hands remained covering her rounded buttocks, kneading her snow-white, supple skin. Occasionally, they would even slip their hands between her buttocks, touching her delicate, alluring anus. Waves of tingling pleasure washed over Ling'er, and she finally couldn't resist biting Tang Seng's chest hard. Then, she said shyly, "You said you wouldn't touch me... um..."
Tang Seng immediately stopped, lightly kissing Ling'er's fragrant hair, and said cheekily, "Who told you not to remind me? Ling'er, I feel so uncomfortable down there."
Ling'er naturally knew Tang Seng's condition; his erection was now swollen and hot, pressed tightly against her flat stomach. But as a girl, how could she say that? She shyly punched his chest lightly and scolded, "Serves you right!"
"No way, Ling'er, don't you care about me at all?" Tang Seng looked at Ling'er with a pitiful expression. Ling'er couldn't help but chuckle at his appearance, her big eyes narrowing smugly and adorably. "Serves you right, who told you not to say anything earlier, you bad guy."
Tang Seng lowered his head and gently kissed Ling'er's forehead. "Mmm..." Ling'er shyly closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, looking incredibly cute. Tang Seng couldn't help but kiss her closed eyes, his voice muffled, "Ling'er, what were you planning to do just now?"
Ling'er didn't dare open her eyes, shyly replying, "Nonsense, I wasn't planning to do anything. What does your discomfort have to do with me? Ah... Ugh, don't lick my eyes... Mmm..."
"Tell me quickly."
"Ah...hehe...no...it hurts so much..." Seeing that Tang Seng not only didn't leave, but even started licking the other closed eye, Ling'er finally couldn't help but blush and say, "Didn't you use your hand yesterday?"
Tang Seng was stunned and quickly lifted Ling'er's head from his arms. "How did you know?"
At this moment, he couldn't help but doubt Ling'er's identity. What kind of person could enter the Buddhist holy site, the Great Thunder Temple, without a sound, and then appear in his room naked in such a strange way?
Ling'er's eyes reddened, and she looked at the serious Tang Seng with some fear and said, "Can I tell you later?" As she spoke, Ling'er seemed to feel guilty as she held the extremely swollen dragon in her small hand.
Tang Seng smiled and gently pulled her into his arms again: "Silly girl, it doesn't matter if you never say it."
Seeing that Ling'er's expression still seemed somewhat forlorn, Tang Seng lewdly said, "But you must compensate me, well, for example, how can just using your hands be enough? I don't care if you use your little mouth, I want it too."
"Ah...you...you bad guy, don't even think about it!" Ling'er's face immediately flushed crimson as she shyly rebuked him, but her breathing became rapid, as if anticipating what was about to happen. Tang Seng smiled, picked Ling'er up, then spun around on the bed and sat on the edge.
He placed Ling'er on his lap, grabbed her cute little breasts, and whispered in her ear, "Go, kneel on the ground and serve this king well."
Ling'er shyly bit her lower lip, but obediently got down and knelt between Tang Seng's legs. Looking at the snow-white lamb between his legs, Tang Seng felt a surge of excitement.
Ling'er looked shyly at the ugly thing before her, then glanced coquettishly at Tang Seng before slowly extending her delicate white hands to grasp it. Feeling the swollen thing still throbbing in her palms, Ling'er felt a surge of shy delight. She gripped it and began to stroke it rapidly and forcefully from the head.
Ling'er bit her lower lip, her large eyes occasionally glancing coquettishly at Tang Seng's expression. After stroking it rapidly for nearly twenty strokes, Ling'er, under Tang Seng's expectant gaze, slowly lowered her head and extended her small, fragrant tongue to lick it slowly from the base upwards.
The room was silent except for the sound of heavy breathing. Ling'er seemed completely immersed in this game that brought her immense pleasure. Her small, fragrant tongue continued to lick until the entire dragon was dripping wet. Tang Seng also enjoyed it, feeling immense pleasure at seeing Ling'er's increasingly wanton appearance.
After playing with Tang Seng's tongue for nearly ten minutes, Ling'er, breathing heavily, used her two delicate white hands to vigorously stroke the hot, saliva-covered shaft a few times. Then, she coquettishly opened her small mouth and took its head inside.
The huge head forcefully pried open Ling'er's small mouth, but Ling'er seemed oblivious, excitedly moving her head downwards, her two small hands also busy playing with the two small testicles and the exposed part of the dragon. After moving like this on and off for nearly two minutes, with Chen Nan's constant encouragement, Ling'er finally took the entire dragon completely into her mouth.
The hot head was definitely touching the deep part of her throat. Tang Seng looked at Ling'er's pretty face, which was bulging out, and felt a pang of shame. He reached out and stroked Ling'er's slightly painful face, saying with concern, "You don't need to go so deep."
"Waaah..." Ling'er shook her head slightly, her large, watery eyes showing some pain, but even more so, excitement. Her alluring eyes constantly watched Tang Sanzang's expression as her head began to move up and down. Her tongue, somewhat awkwardly, licked the massive dragon inside her mouth. One small hand gripped the base of the dragon, while the other played with its two testicles. Occasionally, she would mimic Tang Sanzang's actions, inserting her fingers into his anus, sometimes even inserting half a finger, sending shivers down his spine.
Tang Sanzang ran one hand through Ling'er's dark hair, watching lovingly as her mouth continued to swallow and release the entire dragon. Ling'er would occasionally look up at Tang Sanzang with a seductive gaze, observing his expression, her demeanor quite lewd. Each time Tang Sanzang saw Ling'er struggling to lift her head with the dragon in her mouth, looking at him seductively, he felt even more excited.
"Mmm...uh..." Ling'er's mouth, completely filled, emitted continuous moans from deep within her throat, her delicate nose also emitting soft "uh" sounds.
Ling'er's movements, swallowing and releasing the dragon, weren't too fast, but not slow either. Waves of pleasure and tingling sensations, though not as intense as thunderbolts, relentlessly assaulted Tang Sanzang's senses like ocean waves.
After nearly half an hour, Ling'er felt the dragon in her mouth begin to pulsate slightly. She gave Tang Sanzang a seductive look, then her head began to rise and fall rapidly. "Ah... Ling'er..." The fiery dragon moved quickly in and out of Ling'er's mouth. The desire, stimulated for over half an hour, finally couldn't be contained any longer, erupting violently with a final, deep thrust into Ling'er's mouth.
Deep in her throat, Ling'er's face contorted in pain, yet she held on tightly, her small, fragrant tongue constantly sliding across the still-erupting dragon.
"Oh..." Tang Sanzang groaned, savoring the exquisite pleasure of his orgasm. The desire that had been building up for nearly half an hour erupted for almost two minutes before gradually subsiding. Seeing that no more burning desire was surging forth, Ling'er quickly pulled the dragon from her mouth, coughing violently and gasping for air.
Seeing Ling'er's pained state, Tang Sanzang felt a pang of guilt. He pulled Ling'er up from the ground and held her tightly in his arms, unable to speak. Several minutes later, Ling'er's breathing calmed. Feeling Tang Sanzang's affection for her, she felt a surge of happiness, thinking: Perhaps this is love, this is the person I should marry! No matter who it is, that damned Third Prince will never marry me, and that damned father, he actually forced me to marry someone else. That damned father…
"Ling'er, are you alright?" Tang Sanzang, seeing Ling'er's silence, assumed he had angered her and quickly asked with remorse. Ling'er's body jolted, and she snapped out of her daze. She glanced at him shyly and said coquettishly, "You bad boy, you were so naughty just now."
"Hehe, Ling'er." Tang Seng laughed happily when he saw that Ling'er was alright. The two embraced naked. Feeling the wetness beneath them, Ling'er suddenly and shyly crawled out of Tang Seng's arms and knelt down again. She lifted the now limp dragon and carefully and gently licked it, sucking all the fluid into her mouth.
Then she gave the now mostly erect dragon a hard slap, and shyly crawled back into Tang Seng's arms.
"Ling'er, do you like it?" Tang Seng asked with a smile.
Ling'er blushed and scolded coquettishly, "You bad boy, I was just worried you'd be uncomfortable, you..." Suddenly, she thought of how she had suffered so much to help him, yet now he saw her as a wanton woman. She felt extremely wronged, her eyes reddened, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Tang Sanzang quickly kissed Ling'er's charming face, comforting her, "Good Ling'er, I was just joking. You won't take it seriously, right?"
Ling'er pouted, gave him a reproachful look, then a mischievous smile appeared on her lips as she slipped out of his arms.
Tang Sanzang smiled, knowing that Ling'er was no longer angry with him. Turning his head, he was stunned, because Ling'er was kneeling on the bed, seemingly searching for something, but her round, snow-white buttocks were involuntarily raised high in the air, looking incredibly alluring.
Tang Sanzang suppressed his wicked thoughts, climbed onto the bed, and gave the snow-white buttocks a hard slap. He said helplessly, "Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Ah..." Ling'er exclaimed in surprise, then quickly grabbed the quilt and covered herself with it. Thinking of how she had looked just now, she felt extremely embarrassed. Looking at Tang Sanzang, who was grinning mischievously, she scolded him, "You bastard, how could you... how could you slap me there... you bastard..."
Tang Sanzang looked at Ling'er, who was completely covered by the quilt, and laughed helplessly, "So what? Hahaha, women... hahahaha..." Tang Sanzang couldn't help but laugh loudly, and casually picked up the monk's robe from the bedside and put it on.
"You rascal, stop laughing!" Ling'er shouted, her face flushed with embarrassment, as she looked at Tang Seng laughing wildly. But Tang Seng remained unmoved, continuing to laugh as he dressed, and even said shamelessly, "I'm going to laugh, what's it to you? Hahahaha..."
Ling'er pouted helplessly, her face still flushed, and said, "Do you have any clothes for me to wear?" Tang Seng was taken aback, then thought for a moment and said, "No, you can wear my monk's robe first."
"Oh." Ling'er responded, then smiled mischievously and said, "You're just like a child. You have to call me sister from now on."
"Dream on." Tang Seng said as he walked outside, "When you call me husband ten times, I'll call you sister once."
"Hmph, don't even think about it, you little rascal." Ling'er said stubbornly, but she was extremely shy inside. In fact, she had already begun to regard Tang Seng as someone she could entrust her life to. At least he would care for and love her, and he wouldn't force her like her father and sisters did.
Seeing Tang Sanzang open the door and walk out, Ling'er felt a pang of disappointment and couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the back mountain to practice my skills as instructed by the Patriarch," Tang Sanzang said, turning back with a gentle smile. "Don't wander off, or you'll be discovered."
"Okay." Ling'er smiled happily, her eyes crinkling, watching Tang Sanzang's retreating figure, feeling a surge of happiness.
The air was crisp and clear, a gentle breeze caressed the earth, and melodious birdsong filled the air as Tang Sanzang walked along the bluestone path towards the back mountain. Behind the Great Thunderclap Temple, a scene of birdsong and fragrant flowers unfolded. A small waterfall cascaded from the mountaintop, creating the only hot spring on Thunderclap Mountain.
Tang Sanzang arrived at the waterfall, smiled slightly, and his entire body radiated golden Buddhist light, instantly disappearing into the waterfall. Above the waterfall was a large, smooth, crystal-clear rock, the very rock where Tang Sanzang had sat every day until he was ten years old.
Beside the large rock flowed the same stream as the waterfall. Tang Sanzang happily scooped up several mouthfuls, then took a deep breath and climbed onto the rock, sitting cross-legged. Wisps of golden light emanated from his body, then seemed to materialize and floated in the air within a hundred meters around him. The seven-colored lotus seat left by his patriarch gradually emerged on his forehead.
Tang Sanzang's eyes suddenly burst forth with captivating golden light, and his two jade-like hands rapidly began to form various hand seals in front of him. As if drawn by the hand seals, the seven-colored lotus seat gradually detached from Tang Sanzang's forehead, spinning and growing larger before him, finally transforming into a real lotus seat about one meter in diameter, radiating seven-colored light.
Tang Sanzang's eyes gradually softened again as he carefully examined the lotus seat before him, feeling an overwhelming sense of delight.
The seven-colored lotus seat was the perfect size for sitting or standing, with seven petals, each representing a different color. The stem beneath the petals was pure white jade, radiating a faint, crystalline white light.
Tang Sanzang smiled, recalling the refining incantation left by his patriarch, and began to move his hands rapidly. In that instant, countless palm shadows enveloped him, and with each wave, a golden Buddhist light was sent into the seven-colored lotus seat. With each infusion of light, the lotus seat trembled and shrank slightly.
Tang Sanzang, with a solemn expression, swiftly performed one incantation after another. Several hours passed, and the hundreds of square meters around him were filled with countless strands of golden light, like a dream.
With the final wave of his hands, the most intense Buddhist light surged into the lotus seat. Tang Sanzang abruptly stopped, panting heavily. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead. Despite his exhaustion, looking at the seven-colored lotus seat that had shrunk to three inches in size, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but smile happily.
Tang Sanzang took the small lotus seat that was constantly spinning in front of him and immersed his entire mind in it. Instantly, a feeling of connection to his flesh and blood arose in his heart. The small lotus seat seemed to have a consciousness, constantly emitting streams of excited and lively consciousness. Tang Sanzang carefully sensed the information mixed in the stream of consciousness, comprehending the Seven-Colored Lotus Seat.
The seven petals of the Seven-Colored Lotus Seat represented the seven elements of power in the world, and it would automatically launch various magical attacks according to the master's will, without requiring any incantations. Of course, the strength of the magical attacks was related to the strength of the master.
Of course, the lotus seat had countless other functions, such as being able to grow and shrink according to the master's will, being able to carry the master and fly, and automatically forming a protective shield when attacked...
Suddenly, Tang Sanzang's body trembled, because a scorching stream of consciousness suddenly rushed into his mind, as if the Seven-Colored Lotus Seat was telling him that the information mixed in this stream of consciousness was extraordinary.
Tang Sanzang quickly looked down, and there was only one sentence in the stream of consciousness, but it made him freeze. "The lotus throne contains its own world, which expands as the master's strength increases."
"A world within itself?" Tang Sanzang murmured, his mind replaying the words "Western Paradise" and "Heavenly Court." Could they also be contained within a single magical artifact?
The lotus throne seemed to sense Tang Sanzang's question, suddenly transmitting information directly into his mind: "The Heavenly Court and the Western Paradise are dimensional spaces that existed since the creation of the world in ancient times. There are no magical artifacts in this world that possess their own space. The seven-colored lotus throne is merely the condensation of a Buddha's enlightenment over millions of years."
"Every Buddha can possess a seven-colored lotus throne, but not every seven-colored lotus throne possesses its own space. Only those who cultivate the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Art every five thousand years can possess one after truly attaining Buddhahood."
Tang Sanzang frowned slightly, digesting this information, muttering to himself, "In other words, to possess a spatial lotus throne, two conditions must be met: first, one must cultivate the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Art; second, one must become a Buddha through true strength. Hmm, how many such Buddhas have there been throughout history?" "
Three: one is the Great Sun Tathagata Buddha, one is Guanyin Bodhisattva, and one is the Compassionate Buddha."
Tang Sanzang was deeply shocked. In hundreds of millions of years, only three people had truly become Buddhas, and what surprised him even more was that his own ancestor was one of them?!
"How could this be?" Tang Sanzang asked subconsciously, his curiosity almost unbearable.
As Tang Sanzang asked, another piece of information rushed into his mind, "Why can't it be like this? In fact, there are only a dozen or so people in the Western Paradise who truly possess the power of Buddhas."
"How could this be?" Tang Sanzang seemed to have forgotten that the lotus seat was an inanimate object, and kept asking. But strangely, the lotus seat seemed to send another message like a person, "Of course it is like this. In fact, there are only a dozen or so true immortals in the Heavenly Court as well." "
This matter is a long story..."
The Holy Mother Nuwa created humans from clay, and then the two holy deities vanished. Chaos reigned, with people fighting amongst themselves and exploring the mysteries of nature. "
This chaotic era lasted for nearly a hundred million years. During this long period, several powerful figures emerged, and through the tireless efforts of countless others, two dimensional spaces were discovered—the present-day Heavenly Court and the Western Paradise." "Several powerful figures
joined forces, determined to change this chaotic world. Together, they spent over nine thousand years forging a supreme artifact comparable to Pangu's Axe and Nuwa's Cauldron, named: the Investiture of the Gods Token." "
Thus, the earth-shattering Investiture of the Gods plan was born..."
"Countless powerful figures then spent thousands of years selecting those they needed from the mortal realm, and then, using the Investiture of the Gods Token, forcibly modified their bodies by mobilizing the primal forces of heaven and earth, personally creating countless 'gods and Buddhas' to govern all affairs of the mortal world." "
And so, the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing both the physical and spiritual aspects of the world) gradually stabilized."
"After the Investiture of the Gods project ended, the Investiture Token mysteriously disappeared. Several powerful figures searched for it for countless years but could not find it again. It was as if there was a force in the dark controlling all things, and this power that did not belong to the human world was ultimately taken away by it."
"Those powerful figures back then included the current Jade Emperor, Laozi, the Queen Mother of the West, Buddha Tathagata, Dipankara Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the elusive Bodhi Patriarch, among others."
"You mean, apart from a few exceptions, the gods and Buddhas these days aren't very powerful?" Tang Sanzang couldn't help but ask. He couldn't help but recall the time he played a trick on a local earth god when he was five years old. Yes, that god was supposed to be powerful, yet he couldn't even beat his five-year-old self—it was truly unbelievable.
"Many years have passed, and some are strong while others are weak, making it difficult to determine clearly. Some cultivators in the human realm may have the power to kill some gods and Buddhas. However, since the end of the Investiture of the Gods project, the number of true cultivators in the human realm has been decreasing. In the past tens of millions of years, only a handful of people have truly become gods and Buddhas step by step through their own strength."
"Oh," Tang Sanzang responded, then fell silent, thinking: Perhaps his ancestor was one of them, which is why he was able to get Buddha Tathagata to invite him. A moment later, a gentle, soothing voice rang out again, "Who are you?"
But there was no answer to his question. Tang Sanzang pondered for a moment, then looked thoughtfully at the seven-colored lotus seat in his hand and muttered to himself, "Could it be a preliminary spiritual awareness? It can remember some things that happen around it, but hasn't yet formed its own personality or thinking ability?!"
Tang Sanzang looked at the seven-colored lotus seat in his hand, as if speaking to it, "Perhaps you have obtained some fragments of the Patriarch's memories. Hmm, from now on, I'll call you Jade Lotus Platform!"
"Hmm, I want to see what kind of world this is." Tang Sanzang said, closing his eyes and forming a lotus mudra with his hands. The Jade Lotus Platform began to rotate on his hand mudra. Suddenly, an immense suction force came, and Tang Sanzang's entire soul trembled, instantly losing all consciousness.
A bird's song came, and Tang Sanzang slowly opened his eyes again. Before him was a scene of birdsong and fragrant flowers, incomparably beautiful. All around was an endless expanse of green grassland, with countless strange objects shimmering with various colors dancing in the air. The sky above was a
vibrant mix of blue and white, flowing swiftly, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairytale world. "Is this the world inside the Jade Lotus Platform?" Tang Sanzang murmured to himself, walking towards a winding stream about a meter wide on his right. The stream was crystal clear, a sight to behold, with pale green water plants shimmering at the bottom, and countless adorable fish the size of a palm darting about. "There are creatures..."
Suddenly, a golden light flashed before his eyes. Tang Sanzang quickly looked up and saw a string of pure white crystal prayer beads resting quietly before him. He hesitated, then picked them up and exclaimed in surprise, "The Patriarch's prayer beads?"
Tang Sanzang knew these prayer beads, composed of eighteen sacred relics, intimately, for his Patriarch always used them for chanting scriptures and reciting Buddhist mantras!
The eighteen relics were all formed from the meditation of eminent monks who had cultivated the Great Sun Tathagata's divine power throughout the ages. They inherently contained boundless Buddhist power, making them priceless treasures for a Buddhist practitioner!
Tang Sanzang lovingly stroked the prayer beads in his hand, then turned to look around. On the grassland, various colored lights danced in the air; each color must represent a magical treasure, Tang Sanzang thought happily, his heart filled with gratitude for his patriarch.
After a moment's thought, he put the prayer beads in his bosom, looked at the lights with lingering reluctance, and then resolutely said, "No! Too many, too few!!" With that, Tang Sanzang vanished from his spot. He dared not stay any longer; the countless magical treasures constantly tempted him, and desire could drive anyone mad…
Tang Sanzang sat on a large rock and looked up at the sky. Night had fallen. Countless stars twinkled in the sky, and the moon over the Eastern Continent remained as round and bright as ever.
Tang Sanzang smiled slightly. There was no Chang'e on the moon, but there seemed to be one in the Heavenly Court, said to be the most beautiful female immortal besides the Queen Mother of the West. Was that really true?
Tang Sanzang stood on a large rock, looking up at the sky, silently thinking: If I have the chance, I must go to the Heavenly Court! Of course, the most important thing is those female immortals; I must see them for myself. Are they really that beautiful?
Tang Sanzang sat on the large rock and looked up at the sky. Night had fallen. Countless stars twinkled in the sky, and the moon over Dongsheng Shenzhou was still as round and bright as ever.
Tang Sanzang smiled slightly. There was no Chang'e on the moon, but there seemed to be one in the Heavenly Court, said to be the most beautiful female immortal besides the Queen Mother of the West. Was that really true?
Tang Sanzang stood on the large rock, looking up at the sky, silently thinking: If I have the chance, I must go to the Heavenly Court! Of course, the most important thing is those female immortals; I must see them for myself. Are they really that beautiful?
Laughing heartily, Tang Sanzang leaped up, passing through the small curtain of water and landing beneath the waterfall. Looking at the stream formed by the waterfall, and thinking of the huge hot spring in the distance behind the mountain, a thought stirred within him, and he walked towards it. A pure smile played on Tang Sanzang's face as he reminisced: "Haven't I played there in a long time?!" Before he was ten years old, he spent his days practicing martial arts and chanting Buddhist scriptures with his master, and at night he seemed to play in that hot spring. He even remembered a strange kind of fish living there, though he didn't know what kind.
The journey to the hot spring wasn't short, but at Tang Sanzang's speed, he arrived in no time. Hearing the rushing water from afar, Tang Sanzang's heart filled with joy, and he quickly made his way there.
Night fell, and a bright moon shone on the earth. Though not as bright as day, it was still hazy, almost dreamlike. Tang Sanzang gazed at the perfect body illuminated by the moonlight, and involuntarily held his breath.
A flawless, jade-like body sat beside the hot spring. Long, black hair cascaded down, contrasting sharply with her smooth back. Her slender waist, rounded, snow-white buttocks, and long, snow-white legs...
everything about her was tempting Tang Sanzang. There were only two women in the Great Thunderclap Temple, and the beauty sitting on the shore exuded a mature and alluring aura—clearly the stunning young woman.
"She's actually bathing here..." Tang Sanzang's heart trembled, and his erection swelled. Having just experienced love with Ling'er, he was no longer satisfied with merely secretly watching the beautiful woman.
"But... should I rape her?" A wicked thought suddenly arose in Tang Sanzang's mind, but it was immediately suppressed by his conscience. "No, I absolutely cannot do that!"
"Why not? Didn't I rape Ling'er yesterday? But in the end, she still enjoyed it! As long as you can give her the most perfect pleasure, that's enough!! You can definitely do it!!!" It felt as if two little devils were battling within Tang Sanzang, the evil one rapidly explaining its reasons.
The kind-hearted one stubbornly insisted, "No! Absolutely not!! How could I do such an unforgivable, immoral, beastly thing?"
Just as Tang Sanzang was struggling with this internal conflict, the stunningly beautiful young woman in the hot spring slowly rose to her feet. Tang Sanzang immediately stopped thinking and stared at her intently. The beautiful woman suddenly let out a wanton laugh, extremely alluring in the darkness.
She gently bit her lower lip and slowly knelt on the ground, her round buttocks raised high in the air. Kneeling on the ground, she braced herself against the edge of the hot spring, lying there like a dog. Her other hand slowly caressed her neck, then moved down to her breasts, gently kneading them.
"Oh… knead me hard… oh…" the beautiful woman moaned wantonly, her face filled with lust, her large, watery eyes half-closed, her small, white hands kneading her breasts as if they belonged to a man!
Tang Sanzang held his breath, his eyes filled with excited lust. The young woman moaned and rubbed her breasts, then her only right hand slowly moved down, past her slender waist, and then caressed her round, snow-white buttocks, kneading them vigorously.
"Ah, harder... ah..." the young woman moaned wantonly, her right hand moving from behind to her pubic hair, which was already soaked with lustful fluids. The young woman cruelly inserted three fingers together and then quickly rotated and thrust them in and out!
A seductive moan echoed through the silent night, "Ah...so beautiful...fuck my cunt hard...oh—"
Tang Seng's eyes were completely shrouded in evil lust. Looking at the beautiful young woman's wanton appearance, his lust was about to explode!
Turning his head to look around, Tang Seng quietly moved towards the edge of the hot spring. His boundless benevolence of saving lives and helping all living beings had vanished without a trace under this innate lust! Looking at the young woman's round buttocks raised high in the air, seeing her usually quiet and noble now acting like a dog, Tang Seng's body trembled with excitement. He thought evilly, "You slut, don't you always want a man to torture you?! Then today, this humble monk will satisfy you properly!!!"
Silently approaching the beautiful young woman from behind, looking at her still immersed in pleasure, Tang Seng's eyes gleamed with evil light. He placed a large hand on her swaying, round buttocks.
The stunningly beautiful young woman froze, then jumped into the hot spring in terror. She looked at the leering Tang Sanzang in a panic and demanded, "What are you doing?!"
"Don't you feel lonely?" Tang Sanzang, completely consumed by evil, felt even more excited looking at the flustered woman. "Don't you masturbate every day?"
"You…" The beautiful woman tried to regain her usual serene and noble demeanor, but Tang Sanzang's words caused her face to flush crimson. "You're a monk, how can you do this?!"
Tang Sanzang vanished from the shore in an instant, reappearing with the beautiful woman in his arms. Ignoring her screams and struggles, he brought his breath to her ear and whispered, "Don't you think you'd be more beautiful with a man by your side?"
"Ah—let me go—um—" Feeling a terrifying dragon pressing hard against her lower abdomen through her thin monk's robe, the beautiful young woman who had just been masturbating collapsed. Having experienced the pleasures of love, she felt a surge of excitement; it was...it was so big...
Tang Seng looked at the beautiful young woman, now limp in his arms, knowing she was powerless to struggle, but he didn't act. Instead, he continued to bombard her defenses with words, "It's truly unbelievable that such a noble, serene, fairy-like woman would do such lewd things in her room every day...ah, it's truly astonishing..."
The beautiful young woman blushed at Tang Seng's words, feeling the throbbing dragon beneath her, her mind a complete blank. "Please, don't say anymore...don't..."
Tang Seng smiled wickedly, lowered his head, and gently licked the beautiful young woman's translucent earlobe. "Tell me, aren't you eager to have it?"
"Ah...don't say...I didn't..." the young woman still tried to deny it, but her mature body was burning hot, and she writhed gently in Tang Seng's arms. Tang Seng reached out and grasped the woman's right breast, roughly kneading it. The woman trembled, and soft moans escaped her lips.
"If you don't want it, then I'm leaving," Tang Seng said wickedly, but his right hand, which was wrapped around the woman's waist, slid down to her pubic hair. Feeling that it was already overflowing with lustful fluids, Tang Seng unceremoniously inserted four fingers and began to dig and tease her.
"Ah...you...oh, so beautiful...oh..." Her body, already extremely sensitive from previous masturbation, was suddenly played with like this by Tang Seng, and the beautiful young woman immediately moaned loudly. Tang Sanzang, looking wickedly at the half-closed, lustful young woman in his arms, said, "Go, take out my dragon."
The naturally wanton and beautiful woman, her mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure, gently bit her lip and, in a daze, reached out her delicate white hand to pull Tang Sanzang's dragon from under his robes. Finding it too large to hold in one hand, she couldn't help but let out a soft, ecstatic moan.
Looking at the woman's appearance, Tang Sanzang could no longer suppress his overwhelming lust. He embraced the beautiful woman and vanished into the hot spring.
On the shore, Tang Sanzang lay on his back, placing the woman on top of him, and quietly watched her. Although his lust was raging, he also understood that to truly conquer this mature and alluring woman, he must first let her take the initiative, shattering her sense of nobility and tranquility! He needed to let her fully expose her usual wantonness before him, so that he could then actively and brutally bring her true and perfect pleasure. Only then would this beautiful woman's body and soul truly belong to him!
The young woman looked at Tang Sanzang with tearful anxiety, but Tang Sanzang calmly watched her, his hands clasped behind his head. Her lower body was unbearably itchy, and the huge, scalding thing kept slapping against her flat stomach. Finally, unable to resist the temptation and emptiness in her heart, she reached out and grasped the dragon, quickly stroking it a few times before lifting her plump buttocks…
A smug smile appeared on Tang Sanzang's lips as he quietly watched the beautiful woman's actions.
The woman felt the monk's burning gaze fixed on her face, and she was filled with shame. The thought that she was so shamelessly and lewdly seeking pleasure from a man filled her with a sense of grievance, and tears streamed down her flushed face. Despite crying, her movements didn't stop. After rubbing the dragon against her already unbearably itchy lower body with one hand, the beautiful woman used her other hand to lewdly part her tender flesh, aiming at the head of the dragon and suddenly sitting down hard!
"Oh—" The young woman arched her back, letting out a long moan. The entire dragon was instantly engulfed in her tight, virgin-like body. Its massive, fiery heat rubbed fiercely against her sensitive flesh, while her most sensitive flower bud slammed heavily against its burning head.
Her small hole, empty for nearly ten years, was now completely filled by the enormous, burning thing. The young woman couldn't help but shed tears of joy again, feeling utterly fulfilled. She moaned wantonly as she began to move up and down.
Letting one go was just to conveniently take her sister in later, haha…
Feeling the massive heat constantly rubbing against her sensitive skin, the burning head slamming into her body again and again, the young woman moaned unrestrainedly, lifting her lower body again and again before slamming down hard.
Even with the waves of pleasure, the speed and force gradually made this noble, wanton woman, who hadn't touched a man in ten years, dissatisfied. She moaned and looked resentfully at Tang Sanzang, who was thoroughly enjoying himself.
Tang Sanzang suppressed his urge to roll over and pin the young woman beneath him, and looked at the wanton woman with a wicked grin, asking, "What do you want to do?"
"Ah—no—" the woman groaned, but Tang Sanzang remained unmoved. Instead, he reached out his free hand and grabbed her two full breasts, which were bouncing up and down, left and right, and began to knead them roughly. Seizing an opportunity when the woman sat down, he thrust upwards. "Ah—" the woman immediately groaned loudly, but Tang Sanzang stopped moving and looked at her with a smile.
The beautiful woman could no longer bear her desire and begged like a wanton woman, "Please, fuck me—ooh—fuck my xx hard—ah, fuck me hard—"
Seeing that the woman had finally said what she wanted to hear most, Tang Sanzang no longer suppressed his desire. He suddenly rolled over and pinned the woman against the edge of the hot spring, lifted her two long, snow-white legs, and began to thrust into her rapidly. The young woman swayed back and forth on the jade rocks by the shore with each thrust of Tang Sanzang, her full, large breasts rippling in alluring waves.
Tang Sanzang, like a great warrior, used fierce force and lightning speed to ram the dragon into her tight embrace again and again. The young woman moaned loudly and wantonly, tears of pleasure streaming from her eyes. She felt as if her entire body was being pierced through by the dragon, its scalding head pounding against her depths again and again, sending shockwaves through her beautiful mind, driving her to madness.
Suddenly, the young woman's body convulsed, her two delicate white hands scraping fiercely against Tang Sanzang's back. Deep within her body, filled by the enormous dragon, gushed forth scalding liquid. Tang Sanzang, inhaling deeply, thrust even more fiercely, forcefully, and rapidly. The young woman, driven to ecstasy by his beastly actions, let out cries of "pleasure." Her body, already in the throes of intense climax, was being played with even more brutally, driving her to a frenzy.
After nearly five minutes of continuous ejaculation, the young woman gradually calmed down, lying lifelessly on the ground. But Tang Sanzang, already deeply engrossed in the experience, paid no heed to any of this. He pulled the stunningly beautiful woman, now completely limp, from the ground and made her crawl on all fours like a dog. Stroking her round, high-
perched buttocks, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but exclaim, "You're such a slut!" "Ugh..." The woman, exhausted from the intense climax, could no longer support herself with her hands, and her upper body collapsed to the ground. Tang Sanzang, however, paid no heed! Holding his engorged member, he thrust it fiercely into her already swollen vulva!
Tang Sanzang's abdomen slammed against the woman's plump buttocks again and again, his member frantically penetrating her warm, tight body like a wild beast. The beautiful woman's upper body swayed up and down with Tang Sanzang's movements, her large, full breasts rubbing against the cold floor, her engorged nipples slightly red and swollen. The woman was completely immersed in the exquisite pleasure Tang Sanzang was giving her, her face pressed against the ground as she moaned weakly, drool even trickling from her lips.
Just as Tang Sanzang was excitedly enjoying the mature and perfect body, two girls were talking in his room at the Great Thunderclap Temple on the front mountain. One was the incredibly cute and shy Ling'er, and the other was a stunningly beautiful girl in white, exuding boundless nobility and elegance.
"Ling'er, do you know how worried your father and mother are about you? How dare you run away on your own! You're so inconsiderate!!!" the girl in white scolded Ling'er with a mixture of love and anger.
Ling'er looked up cautiously at her, and seeing that the girl didn't really blame her, a pitiful smile appeared on her face. She grabbed the girl's arm and pleaded, "Sister, I don't want to marry that damned Third Prince! Please, dear sister, don't make Ling'er go back!"
The girl in white gave her a cutesy look and comforted her, "Don't worry, Father said that marriage is off, but you must obediently go back."
"I don't want to go back!" Ling'er shook off the girl in white's arm, pouting angrily, "I don't want to go back! None of you care about me! I want to stay here!!"
"Is it because of that little monk?" The girl in white frowned helplessly. Ling'er blushed and said, "Hmph, it's none of your business!"
The girl in white frowned and glanced at her. "Look at what he's doing right now." As the girl in white spoke, a light blue screen suddenly rose in front of them. On the screen was a picture of Tang Sanzang frantically thrusting into a beautiful young woman's buttocks. Ling'er's eyes widened in disbelief, then she glared angrily at the girl in white. "Impossible!! You must have done it yourself!!!"
The girl in white glanced at the image on the screen, her face slightly red, but she still said, "Don't deceive yourself, Ling'er. I saw this using our Dragon Palace's treasure: the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl! If his power wasn't so profound, I could take you to see it for yourself right now."
"No... he's so good to me..."
"Don't deceive yourself, he's just a lecherous thief, lusting after your body! Let's go."
Ling'er was pulled away by the girl in white, turning her face to look at the still-present light blue screen inside the room. Tears streamed down her pale face. "It's impossible... the little monk was so good to me... it's impossible..."
Letting one go was just to conveniently take her sister in later, haha...
Feeling the huge, burning heat constantly rubbing against her sensitive skin, the hot, massive head pounding into her body again and again, the young woman moaned wantonly, repeatedly lifting her lower body and then slamming down again.
Even with the waves of pleasure, the speed and intensity gradually made this noble, wanton woman, who hadn't touched a man in ten years, feel dissatisfied. She couldn't help but moan and look resentfully at Tang Sanzang, who was enjoying himself immensely.
Tang Sanzang suppressed his urge to roll over and pin the young woman beneath him, and looked at the wanton woman with a wicked grin, asking, "What do you want to do?"
"Ah—no—" the woman groaned, but Tang Sanzang remained unmoved. Instead, he reached out his free hand and grabbed her two full breasts, which were bouncing up and down, left and right, and began to knead them roughly. Seizing an opportunity when the woman sat down, he thrust upwards. "Ah—" the woman immediately groaned loudly, but Tang Sanzang stopped moving and looked at her with a smile.
The beautiful woman could no longer bear her desire and begged like a wanton woman, "Please, fuck me—ooh—fuck my xx hard—ah, fuck me hard—"
Seeing that the woman had finally said what she wanted to hear most, Tang Sanzang no longer suppressed his desire. He suddenly rolled over and pinned the woman against the edge of the hot spring, lifted her two long, snow-white legs, and began to thrust into her rapidly. The young woman swayed back and forth on the jade rocks by the shore with each thrust of Tang Sanzang, her full, large breasts rippling in alluring waves.
Tang Sanzang, like a great warrior, used fierce force and lightning speed to slam the massive dragon into her tight embrace again and again. The young woman moaned loudly and wantonly, tears of pleasure streaming from her eyes. She felt as if her entire body was being pierced through by the dragon, its scalding head pounding against her depths again and again, sending shockwaves through her beautiful mind, driving her to madness.
Suddenly, her body convulsed, her two delicate white hands scraping fiercely against Tang Sanzang's back, as gushes of hot liquid gushed from the depths of her body, filled by the dragon. Tang Sanzang, taking a deep breath, thrust even more fiercely, more forcefully, and faster. The young woman cried out in "pleasure" from the beast-like movements. Her body, already in the throes of intense climax, was subjected to even more ferocious and brutal manipulation, driving the young woman to a frenzy.
After nearly five minutes of continuous spraying, the woman gradually calmed down, lying listlessly on the ground. But Tang Seng, still basking in the afterglow, paid no heed. He pulled the beautiful woman, now completely limp, from the ground and made her crawl like a dog
. Stroking her round, high-raised buttocks, Tang Seng couldn't help but say, "You're such a slut!" "Ugh..." The woman, exhausted from the intense climax, could no longer support herself with her hands, and her upper body collapsed to the ground. Tang Seng wouldn't ignore this! Holding his engorged member, he thrust it fiercely into her already swollen labia!
Tang Sanzang's lower abdomen slammed against the young woman's plump buttocks again and again. His massive member, like a wild beast, frantically thrust in and out of her tight, warm body. The beautiful woman's upper body swayed up and down with Tang Sanzang's movements, her large, full breasts pressed tightly against the cold floor, rubbing against it, her engorged nipples slightly red and swollen. The woman was completely immersed in the exquisite pleasure Tang Sanzang was giving her, her face pressed to the ground as she groaned weakly, drool even trickling from the corners of her mouth.
Just as Tang Sanzang was excitedly enjoying that mature, perfect body, in his room at the Great Thunderclap Temple on the front mountain, two girls were talking. One was the incredibly cute and easily embarrassed Xiao Ling'er, and the other was a stunningly beautiful girl in white, exuding boundless nobility and elegance.
"Ling'er, do you know how worried your father and mother are about you? How dare you run away on your own! You're so inconsiderate!!!" the girl in white scolded Ling'er, both loving and angry.
Ling'er looked up at her cautiously and found that the girl didn't really blame her. She couldn't help but show a pitiful smile and grabbed the girl's arm, pleading, "Sister, I don't want to marry that damned Third Prince. Please, dear sister, don't let Ling'er go back!"
The girl in white gave her a cutesy look and comforted her, "Don't worry, Father said the marriage is off, but you must go back obediently."
"I don't want to go back!" Ling'er shook off the girl in white's arm, pouting angrily, "I don't want to go back! None of you care about me, I want to stay here!!"
"Is it because of that little monk?" The girl in white frowned helplessly. Ling'er blushed and said, "Hmph, it's none of your business!"
The girl in white frowned and glanced at her. "Look at what he's doing right now." As the girl in white spoke, a light blue screen suddenly rose in front of them. On the screen was a picture of Tang Sanzang frantically thrusting into a beautiful young woman's buttocks. Ling'er's eyes widened in disbelief, then she glared angrily at the girl in white. "Impossible!! You must have done it yourself!!!"
The girl in white glanced at the image on the screen, her face slightly red, but she still said, "Don't deceive yourself, Ling'er. I saw this using our Dragon Palace's treasure: the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl! If his power wasn't so profound, I could take you to see it for yourself right now."
"No... he's so good to me..."
"Don't deceive yourself, he's just a lecherous thief, lusting after your body! Let's go."
Ling'er was pulled away by the girl in white, turning her face to look at the still-present light blue screen inside the room. Tears streamed down her fair cheeks. "It's impossible... the little monk was so good to me... it's impossible..."
Looking at the beautiful young woman who had fainted by the hot spring under the moonlight, at her swollen lower body and nipples, a wave of shame washed over him.
The innate kindness within him surged like a waterfall, instantly overwhelming his entire being. Tang Seng knelt down, tenderly stroking the woman's smooth body. A boundless golden Buddhist light suddenly erupted from his body, enveloping the two of them. After the light faded, the beautiful woman was completely unharmed.
Gently holding her in his arms, looking at the beautiful woman's face, which radiated happiness even in her unconscious state, Tang Seng felt a pang of pity. Gently stroking the young woman's perfect face, Tang Sanzang looked up at the heavens with a bewildered expression. "Heavens, am I, Tang Sanzang, truly unable to bear the sight of women?"
He lowered his head and lightly kissed the young woman in his arms, then smiled helplessly. "Why do I always feel an overwhelming desire to possess beautiful women whenever I see one? Why do I, who clearly care for all living beings, commit such despicable acts of seizing beautiful women?"
After a long silence, Tang Sanzang shook his head helplessly, shaking off those thoughts. Looking at the extremely alluring and beautiful young woman in his arms, he smiled gently and said resolutely, "No matter what, since you are now my women, Tang Sanzang's women, then no matter how many years pass, unless I die, you will always be my women!!!"
Looking at the naked and unconscious young woman, Tang Sanzang frowned helplessly. How should he take her back?
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He thought of the jade lotus platform with its own space, and a smile appeared on his lips. He embraced the beautiful young woman and vanished from the spot in an instant.
In that beautiful world, Tang Sanzang gently placed the stunningly beautiful young woman on the soft grass, tenderly leaning down to kiss her jade-like face, saying, "You'll stay here obediently. Within my space, whether demon, human, or deity, none of them will ever appear here without my permission!" He
stood up, turning his head to look around, a sudden wicked glint appearing in Tang Sanzang's eyes. He murmured, "A place where all women can stay here naked and obediently forever, what a wonderful place." With a strange smile, Tang Sanzang instantly transformed into a compassionate Buddha, vanishing from the spot. His
wicked desires surged forth, and Tang Sanzang couldn't help but miss the mischievous and shy Ling'er. Circulating his supreme Buddhist power, he appeared in his secluded courtyard in just a few seconds. Looking at the complete darkness inside, Tang Sanzang asked in confusion, "Ling'er?"
But all around remained silent. After hesitating for a moment, Tang Sanzang activated his Tathagata Divine Power, suddenly frowning slightly, because he couldn't sense the slightest trace of life within the room. After careful consideration, Tang Sanzang walked to the west side of the courtyard and stood before the towering ancient tree.
Gently stroking its bark, he respectfully asked, "Grandpa Tree, where is that girl?"
The ancient tree trembled, its countless branches shaking. Suddenly, a huge crack appeared in a branch several meters high, like a mouth, and an aged voice came from it, "She was taken away by a girl. This is what happened..." As the tree spoke, a pale green crystal object suddenly appeared beside Tang Sanzang, depicting the conversation between the two girls.
After reading it, Tang Sanzang remained silent for a long time before respectfully saying, "Thank you, Grandpa Tree. You should go and rest."
"Yes," the ancient tree's aged voice replied, then, as if hesitating, added, "This is fate between you; you will surely meet again within a year."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, don't even think about trying to steal it. Although the Dragon King isn't a true god, he's not someone you can handle right now."
"Yes, disciple understands," Tang Sanzang replied respectfully. The ancient tree shook its branches, and a giant mouth slowly disappeared.
Tang Sanzang stood under the tree for a long time, finally looking up at the moon and murmuring, "The Dragon Palace of the East Sea?"
After speaking, Tang Sanzang walked somewhat forlornly into the house. Looking at the empty room, thinking of the awkward madness of the previous night and the warm conversation of this morning, Tang Sanzang collapsed onto the bed, his eyes welling up with tears, choking out, "Ling'er, you are my first true friend... Silly girl, how could you think of me like that! I will definitely bring you back to my side..."
A thousand miles away, the bright moonlight shone on a white cloud. Two girls were arguing. Ling'er, her eyes red, said, "I want to go back, sister! The little monk will be so sad!!"
The girl in white glanced at her helplessly and said, "Didn't you just promise me you'd go home?"
"I didn't!!" Ling'er shouted angrily, glaring at the girl in white. "You're lying to me! He has other women, but he still cares about me!! You bad sister, you're lying to me!! You bad..." Ling'er couldn't hold back her tears any longer. The girl in white looked at her with pity, sighed, and suddenly said, "Ling'er, you're not a child anymore. Don't act like one. You are a dragon princess, and he is just an ordinary cultivator. If you dare go back to be with him, Father will definitely kill him!!"
Ling'er trembled, grabbing the girl in white's hand pleadingly, "No, sister?"
"No, definitely!" The girl in white looked at her seriously. "Unless he becomes a god, but do you think that's possible?"
Hearing this, Ling'er sadly released the girl in white's hand. The girl in white felt a pang of pain in her heart and couldn't help but comfort her, "Alright, Ling'er, look, the moon is right beside us."
"Sister, will I ever see him again?"
"Don't think nonsense. Look how big, round, and bright the moon is! Ling'er, didn't you always like to sit on the clouds and look at the moon?"
Ling'er raised her head, looking at the enormous moon so close to her face, but two lines of tears slowly flowed down her jade-like cheeks as she said with a bewildered expectation, "Sister, I want the little monk to watch the moon with me..."
The girl in white looked at Ling'er affectionately, hugged her in her arms, and looked at the moon, saying, "Silly girl, wait until he becomes an immortal and can ride the clouds before you think about it..."
Sunlight streamed into the room through the wooden window, splashing onto the floor and into Tang Sanzang's eyes, which hadn't slept all night.
Tang Sanzang squinted slightly, realizing that it was already dawn. A night had been enough for him to understand many things. He jumped out of bed, stretched lazily, and happily shouted, "From today onwards, I, Tang Sanzang, will descend the mountain and travel throughout the entire land of China!!"
Suddenly, Tang Sanzang slapped his forehead, remembering that the beautiful young woman was still inside the Jade Lotus Platform. His heart tightened, and he vanished from his spot in an instant.
In the beautiful world, the beautiful young woman sat curled up on the ground, her head buried in her knees, seemingly crying. Tang Sanzang, startled, asked, "Are you alright?"
The woman stiffened, then looked up in disbelief, seeing Tang Sanzang's warm smile. She quickly threw herself into his arms and began to weep. Tang Sanzang felt a pang of sorrow, gently stroking her back, his voice infused with a touch of Buddhist power as he comforted her, "It's alright, don't cry. What happened?"
Tang Sanzang's voice was like that of a Buddha transcending all things; this was one of the most basic effects of the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Art. Under Tang Sanzang's comforting words, the beautiful young woman gradually calmed down. Trembling, she buried her head in his chest. "I'm so scared, I'm all alone."
Tang Seng couldn't help but smile. "What are you afraid of? You can play by yourself."
The beautiful young woman trembled, shaking her head frantically. "I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be alone! I'm scared every day, only in the room... only in the room like that do I feel safe..."
Tang Seng paused, then a Buddha-like smile appeared on his face. He gently lifted the beautiful young woman's head from his chest and comforted her, "I'll be with you from now on." The beautiful young woman looked at him happily, then blushed and scolded playfully, "But you're a bad guy..."
Tang Seng paused again. He then pulled the young woman into his arms, his hands reaching for her still-exposed, full breasts, kneading them roughly. "Good, do you want to be punished again?" "Ah..." The beautiful young woman gasped shyly, her body immediately going limp. She gave him a coquettish glare and said, "You were so naughty yesterday..."
Tang Seng felt a surge of lust erupt within him. He pinched her already erect nipple hard and said fiercely, "You slut, come out with me first, I'll punish you severely later!!"
With a coquettish gasp, two figures instantly appeared in the room. Tang Seng looked around, then, carrying the beautiful young woman, vanished in an instant.
"Ah...you're so annoying..." With a coquettish cry, the two figures reappeared in a room, but this room was filled with pink hues and a faint fragrance, clearly a boudoir. The stunningly beautiful young woman in Tang Seng's arms looked around and suddenly slipped out of his embrace. She ran to the bedside and then looked at Tang Seng shyly, saying, "Turn your head away, don't look anymore!"
"What's wrong?" Tang Seng raised an eyebrow. The young woman blushed and said shyly, "I don't care, just turn your head away!"
Tang Seng smiled slightly and obediently turned his head away. Women are really strange. He had already touched her, yet she was afraid of being seen. It was truly... speechless...
"Alright, my name is Lena, and what's yours?" A serene and noble voice sounded behind him. Tang Seng's body trembled. He turned around and looked at the noble young woman who looked exactly like the one in his memory. He almost wondered if what had happened yesterday and just now was all a dream.
Lena blushed slightly under Tang Sanzang's gaze and scolded coquettishly, "What are you looking at?"
Tang Sanzang smiled, reached out and pulled her into his arms, taking a deep breath of the fragrance from her black hair, and said, "Aren't you a queen-like woman when you're dressed, and a harlot when you take your clothes off?"
"Nonsense...you bad boy...don't talk nonsense..." Lena scolded shyly, no longer able to maintain her noble and elegant beauty.
"Alright, I'm going down the mountain today, you'll come with me. Also, you can call me Sanzang." Tang Sanzang straightened his face and said, then the two disappeared again.
In an ordinary meditation room in the Great Thunderclap Temple, Tang Sanzang and Lena stood respectfully. In the middle of the room, an old monk with white brows was muttering Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed. For a long time, the room was silent.
"You...are you leaving?" After an unknown amount of time, the old monk suddenly opened his clear and kind eyes and looked at Tang Sanzang with concern.
“Yes, senior brother, I wish to travel throughout the land.” Tang Sanzang said respectfully, his hands clasped together.
“Hmm.” The old monk responded, slowly rising and walking towards the east corner of the room, where a dusty box lay. Lena, beside him, tugged nervously at Tang Sanzang’s sleeve. Tang Sanzang smiled gently, took her hand, and said softly, “Senior brother knows everything.”
The old monk, who was walking towards the box, sighed heavily upon hearing this, the sound echoing in the room. Tang Sanzang closed his eyes and ignored him.
“Sanzang…” The old monk approached, carrying a strange white kasaya, and said, “This kasaya is the most precious treasure of our Great Thunderclap Temple, and it is something that practitioners of the Tathagata Divine Skill must wear when traveling through the world. Now I give it to you.”
Tang Sanzang looked at the kasaya, smiled slightly, and a holy Buddhist light flashed around him as the white kasaya was already on his body. The old monk smiled as he looked Tang Sanzang, now dressed in his cassock, seemingly very pleased. Beside him, Lena gazed at him with shining eyes, sweetly saying, "Sanzang, you are truly the most handsome man in the world."
The old monk smiled slightly at her, and Lena's pretty face immediately flushed red. The old monk turned and walked back to the wooden fish, saying softly, "Go and save all sentient beings..."
"Yes, Sanzang will definitely do it!" Seeing that his senior brother had nothing more to say, Tang Sanzang took Lena's hand and walked outside.
Sunlight streamed through the wooden window, spilling onto the floor and into Tang Sanzang's eyes, which hadn't slept all night.
Tang Sanzang squinted slightly, realizing it was already dawn. The night had been enough for him to understand many things. He leaped out of bed, stretched lazily, and exclaimed happily, "From today onwards, I, Tang Sanzang, will descend the mountain and travel throughout the entire land!!"
Suddenly, Tang Sanzang slapped his forehead, remembering that the beautiful young woman was still in the Jade Lotus Platform. His heart tightened, and he vanished from his spot in an instant.
In the beautiful world, the beautiful young woman sat curled up on the ground, her head buried in her knees, seemingly crying. Tang Sanzang, startled, asked, "Are you alright?"
The young woman stiffened, then looked up in disbelief at Tang Sanzang's warm smile, quickly throwing herself into his arms and bursting into tears. Tang Sanzang felt a pang of sadness and gently stroked her back, his voice infused with a touch of Buddhist compassion as he comforted her, "It's alright, don't cry, what happened?"
Tang Sanzang's voice was like that of a Buddha transcending all things; this was one of the most basic effects of the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Skill. Under Tang Sanzang's comforting words, the beautiful young woman gradually calmed down. Trembling, she buried her head in his chest, "I'm so scared, I'm all alone."
Tang Sanzang couldn't help but smile, "What are you afraid of? You can play by yourself."
The beautiful young woman trembled, shaking her head frantically, "I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be alone! I'm scared every day, only in the room... only in the room like that can I feel safe..."
Tang Sanzang paused, then wore a Buddha-like smile, gently lifting the beautiful young woman's head from his chest, comforting her, "I'll be with you from now on." The beautiful young woman looked at him happily, then blushed and playfully scolded, "But you're a bad guy..."
Tang Sanzang paused again. He then pulled the young woman into his arms, his hands reaching for her still-exposed, full breasts and kneading them roughly. "Oh, do you want to be punished again?" "Ah..." The beautiful young woman gasped shyly, her body immediately going limp. She gave him a coquettish glare and said, "You were so naughty yesterday..."
Hearing this, Tang Seng felt a surge of lust. He pinched her already hard and erect nipple hard and said fiercely, "You slut, come out with me first, and I'll punish you severely later!!"
With a coquettish gasp, two figures instantly appeared in the room. Tang Seng looked around, then, carrying the beautiful young woman, vanished from the spot in an instant.
"Ah...you're so annoying..." With a coquettish cry, two figures reappeared in a room, but this room was filled with pink hues and a faint fragrance, clearly a boudoir. The stunningly beautiful young woman in Tang Seng's arms looked around, then suddenly slipped out of his embrace, ran to the bedside, and shyly looked at Tang Seng, saying, "Turn your head away, don't look anymore!"
"What's wrong?" Tang Seng raised an eyebrow. The young woman blushed and said shyly, "I don't care, just turn your head away!!"
Tang Seng smiled slightly and obediently turned his head away. Women, they're so strange. He'd already touched her, yet she was afraid of being seen. It was truly...speechless...
"Alright, my name is Lena, and yours?" A serene and noble voice sounded from behind. Tang Seng's body trembled. He turned around and looked at the noble young woman who looked exactly like the one in his memory, and he almost wondered if yesterday's events and what had just happened were all a dream.
Lena blushed slightly under Tang Sanzang's gaze and scolded coquettishly, "What are you looking at?"
Tang Sanzang smiled, reached out and pulled her into his arms, taking a deep breath of the fragrance from her black hair, and said, "Aren't you a queen-like woman when you're dressed, and a harlot when you take your clothes off?"
"Nonsense...you bad boy...don't talk nonsense..." Lena scolded shyly, no longer able to maintain her noble and elegant beauty.
"Alright, I'm going down the mountain today, you'll come with me. Also, you can call me Sanzang." Tang Sanzang straightened his face and said, then the two disappeared again.
In an ordinary meditation room in the Great Thunderclap Temple, Tang Sanzang and Lena stood respectfully. In the middle of the room, an old monk with white brows was muttering Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed. For a long time, the room was silent.
"You...are you leaving?" After an unknown amount of time, the old monk suddenly opened his clear and kind eyes and looked at Tang Sanzang with concern.
“Yes, senior brother, I wish to travel throughout the land.” Tang Sanzang said respectfully, his hands clasped together.
“Hmm.” The old monk responded, slowly rising and walking towards the east corner of the room, where a dusty box lay. Lena, beside him, tugged nervously at Tang Sanzang’s sleeve. Tang Sanzang smiled gently, took her hand, and said softly, “Senior brother knows everything.”
The old monk, who was walking towards the box, sighed heavily upon hearing this, the sound echoing in the room. Tang Sanzang closed his eyes and ignored him.
“Sanzang…” The old monk approached, carrying a strange white kasaya, and said, “This kasaya is the most precious treasure of our Great Thunderclap Temple, and it is something that practitioners of the Tathagata Divine Skill must wear when traveling through the world. Now I give it to you.”
Tang Sanzang looked at the kasaya, smiled slightly, and a holy Buddhist light flashed around him as the white kasaya was already on his body. The old monk smiled as he looked Tang Sanzang, now dressed in his cassock, seemingly very pleased. Beside him, Lena gazed at him with shining eyes, sweetly saying, "Sanzang, you are truly the most handsome man in the world."
The old monk smiled slightly at her, and Lena's pretty face immediately flushed red. The old monk turned and walked back to the wooden fish, saying softly, "Go and save all sentient beings..."
"Yes, Sanzang will definitely do it!" Seeing that his senior brother had nothing more to say, Tang Sanzang took Lena's hand and walked outside.
Sunlight streamed through the wooden window, spilling onto the floor and into Tang Sanzang's eyes, which hadn't slept all night.
Tang Sanzang squinted slightly, realizing it was already dawn. The night had been enough for him to understand many things. He leaped out of bed, stretched lazily, and exclaimed happily, "From today onwards, I, Tang Sanzang, will descend the mountain and travel throughout the entire land!!"
Suddenly, Tang Sanzang slapped his forehead, remembering that the beautiful young woman was still in the Jade Lotus Platform. His heart tightened, and he vanished from his spot in an instant.
In the beautiful world, the beautiful young woman sat curled up on the ground, her head buried in her knees, seemingly crying. Tang Sanzang, startled, asked, "Are you alright?"
The young woman stiffened, then looked up in disbelief at Tang Sanzang's warm smile, quickly throwing herself into his arms and bursting into tears. Tang Sanzang felt a pang of sadness and gently stroked her back, his voice infused with a touch of Buddhist compassion as he comforted her, "It's alright, don't cry, what happened?"
Tang Sanzang's voice was like that of a Buddha transcending all things; this was one of the most basic effects of the Great Sun Tathagata Divine Skill. Under Tang Sanzang's comforting words, the beautiful young woman gradually calmed down. Trembling, she buried her head in his chest, "I'm so scared, I'm all alone."
Tang Sanzang couldn't help but smile, "What are you afraid of? You can play by yourself."
The beautiful young woman trembled, shaking her head frantically, "I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be alone! I'm scared every day, only in the room... only in the room like that can I feel safe..."
Tang Sanzang paused, then wore a Buddha-like smile, gently lifting the beautiful young woman's head from his chest, comforting her, "I'll be with you from now on." The beautiful young woman looked at him happily, then blushed and playfully scolded, "But you're a bad guy..."
Tang Sanzang paused again. He then pulled the young woman into his arms, his hands reaching for her still-exposed, full breasts, kneading them roughly. "Good, do you want to be punished again?" "Ah..." The beautiful young woman gasped shyly, her body immediately going limp. She gave him a coquettish glare and said, "You were so naughty yesterday..."
Tang Seng felt a surge of lust erupt within him. He pinched her already erect nipple hard and said fiercely, "You slut, come out with me first, I'll punish you severely later!!"
With a coquettish gasp, two figures instantly appeared in the room. Tang Seng looked around, then, carrying the beautiful young woman, vanished in an instant.
"Ah...you're so annoying..." With a coquettish cry, the two figures reappeared in a room, but this room was filled with pink hues and a faint fragrance, clearly a boudoir. The stunningly beautiful young woman in Tang Seng's arms looked around and suddenly slipped out of his embrace. She ran to the bedside and then looked at Tang Seng shyly, saying, "Turn your head away, don't look anymore!"
"What's wrong?" Tang Seng raised an eyebrow. The young woman blushed and said shyly, "I don't care, just turn your head away!"
Tang Seng smiled slightly and obediently turned his head away. Women are really strange. He had already touched her, yet she was afraid of being seen. It was truly... speechless...
"Alright, my name is Lena, and what's yours?" A serene and noble voice sounded behind him. Tang Seng's body trembled. He turned around and looked at the noble young woman who looked exactly like the one in his memory. He almost wondered if what had happened yesterday and just now was all a dream.
Lena blushed slightly under Tang Sanzang's gaze and scolded coquettishly, "What are you looking at?"
Tang Sanzang smiled, reached out and pulled her into his arms, taking a deep breath of the fragrance from her black hair, and said, "Aren't you a queen-like woman when you're dressed, and a harlot when you take your clothes off?"
"Nonsense...you bad boy...don't talk nonsense..." Lena scolded shyly, no longer able to maintain her noble and elegant beauty.
"Alright, I'm going down the mountain today, you'll come with me. Also, you can call me Sanzang." Tang Sanzang straightened his face and said, then the two disappeared again.
In an ordinary meditation room in the Great Thunderclap Temple, Tang Sanzang and Lena stood respectfully. In the middle of the room, an old monk with white brows was muttering Buddhist scriptures with his eyes closed. For a long time, the room was silent.
"You...are you leaving?" After an unknown amount of time, the old monk suddenly opened his clear and kind eyes and looked at Tang Sanzang with concern.
"Yes, senior brother, I wish to travel throughout the land." Tang Sanzang said respectfully, his hands clasped together.
"Hmm." The old monk responded, slowly rising and walking to the east corner of the room, where a dusty box lay. Lena, beside him, tugged anxiously at Tang Sanzang's sleeve. Tang Sanzang smiled gently, took her hand, and said softly, "Brother knows everything."
The old monk, who was walking towards the box, sighed heavily upon hearing this, the sound echoing in the room. Tang Sanzang closed his eyes, ignoring the sigh.
"Sanzang..." The old monk approached, carrying a strange white kasaya, saying, "This kasaya is the most precious treasure of our Great Thunderclap Temple, and it is something that practitioners of the Tathagata's Divine Skill must wear when traveling through the world. Now I give it to you."
Tang Sanzang looked at the kasaya, smiled slightly, and a holy Buddhist light flashed around him; the white kasaya was already on his body. The old monk smiled as he looked Tang Sanzang in the kasaya, seemingly extremely satisfied. Lena, standing beside him, looked at him with shining eyes and said sweetly, "Sanzang, you are truly the most handsome man in the world."
The old monk smiled slightly at her, and Lena's pretty face immediately blushed. The old monk turned and walked back to the wooden fish, saying softly, "Go and save all sentient beings..."
"Yes, Sanzang will definitely do it!" Seeing that his senior brother had nothing more to say, Tang Sanzang took Lena's hand and walked outside.
"Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle!"
All
the monks who passed by bowed respectfully to Tang Sanzang. Lena, her beautiful eyes sparkling, asked sweetly, "Sanzang, are you of a high seniority?"
Tang Sanzang smiled slightly and said, "Of course, besides my senior brother, I'm the highest senior in the entire Great Thunderclap Temple."
"Why don't you hold her hand?" Lena suddenly said with a hint of reproach. Tang Sanzang said helplessly, "Don't be so casual. Let's not be too close in front of outsiders."
"Hmph, but she's always by your side. Anyone can guess." Lena's perfect face was full of excitement. "Hehe, it must be very interesting to have such a beautiful young woman always by the side of a holy monk who saves people from suffering. Haha..."
Tang Sanzang looked at Lena, who was acting like a child beside him, and smiled helplessly, "They'll think you're the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva, as long as you act noble and elegant."
"Ah—I wasn't faking it—"
Outside the Great Thunderclap Temple stood a full 99,999 white jade steps. Connecting the temple gate to the foot of the mountain, the white jade steps shimmered faintly in the sunlight, making one feel as if in a dream.
But before the Great Thunderclap Temple gate, a girl dressed in simple purple robes knelt there, looking frail and delicate, as if a gust of wind could topple her. Beneath her delicate willow-leaf eyebrows, bright and captivating eyes gazed quietly at the white jade on the ground. Her petite nose, pale red lips, and translucent skin all indicated that she was an unparalleled beauty.
On either side of the Thunderclap Temple gate, two young monks in light gray robes were chanting Buddhist scriptures with their eyes closed. Suddenly, several respectful shouts came from inside the gate.
"Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle!"
"Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle!!"
"Grandmaster Uncle?" The two young monks exchanged glances, both beaming with excitement. To them, newly initiated disciples, their Grandmaster Uncle was practically a god-like figure. Thinking this, the two young monks quickly opened the gates of Leiyin Temple.
"Grandmaster Uncle?" The girl kneeling on the ground suddenly raised her head with joy. Was this the Grandmaster Uncle of the Holy Temple? Wouldn't that be the most powerful person in the Holy Temple?
The girl looked on expectantly. After a moment, a handsome monk dressed in a white robe, holding a string of white prayer beads, walked out. "How can he be so young?" The girl wondered, but then, seeing the two young monks respectfully bowing, she quickly lowered her head. There was no mistake; he must be the Grandmaster Uncle of the Holy Temple!
Standing before the gates of the Great Thunderclap Temple, Tang Sanzang looked up at the blazing sun and couldn't help but say, "I, Tang Sanzang, am finally leaving the Great Thunderclap Temple."
"Sanzang..." Lena suddenly called out. Tang Sanzang followed her gaze and looked down, immediately seeing the girl kneeling on the ground. He was startled: what a beautiful girl, so pitiful, so delicate, it evoked a feeling of tenderness.
Although boundless wicked thoughts arose in his heart, Tang Sanzang maintained a calm, warm smile, his bright eyes shining with compassion. He looked at the girl and asked gently, "What's wrong?"
A young monk beside him quickly and respectfully replied, "Reporting to Grandmaster, this lady says her mother is seriously ill, and she wishes to beg our temple to send someone to help her."
"Oh, lady, please get up quickly." After hearing the young monk's words, Tang Sanzang quickly went down the steps and helped the girl up. But the girl's body went limp, and she immediately slumped into Tang Sanzang's arms.
Tang Sanzang was taken aback, unsure what to do. Lena, who was beside him, chuckled and helped the girl over. The young monk followed, respectfully saying, "Grandmaster Uncle, this female benefactor has been kneeling in front of the gate for three days. But as you know, the temple doesn't allow her to enter."
Tang Sanzang frowned slightly, then sighed heavily and looked at the girl who had collapsed in Lena's arms. The girl looked frail and pitiful, yet her eyes were filled with joy. She struggled to kneel on the ground, kowtowing and pleading, "Holy Monk, please save my mother! Please, my mother is my only family..."
Tears streamed down her face. Tang Sanzang sighed inwardly, wishing he could hold her in his arms and comfort her, but he couldn't do so in front of everyone. He gestured for Lena to help the girl up, then said compassionately, "Female benefactor, there's no need to worry. It just so happens that Sanzang also needs to travel throughout the land; he will go with you."
"Thank you, Holy Monk! Thank you, Holy Monk!" the girl cried, leaning weakly against Lena's chest, her legs utterly powerless. Tang Sanzang frowned slightly, then gently waved his right hand holding the prayer beads. A ray of Buddhist light enveloped the woman. Without waiting for the result, Tang Sanzang descended the white jade steps.
The girl felt an overwhelming warmth envelop her, and all her fatigue and pain vanished in that instant. She let out a comfortable groan and opened her eyes, only to see that the handsome monk had already walked hundreds of meters away. Looking apologetically at the elegant young woman still holding her, she said softly, "Sister, I'm actually healed! Hehe, let's go downstairs too."
Lena smiled slightly, took the girl's hand, and led her downstairs. "Okay, what's your name, little sister?"
The girl glanced at her shyly and said, "Purple Lotus, and what about you, sister?"
"Your name is Lena, hehe, it seems we both have the character 'lotus' in our names."
"Yes, is this fate? My mother's name also has the character 'lotus' in it. Her name is Snow Lotus, and she's the most beautiful girl in the world."
"A girl?"
"My mother always looks so young; people even mistake her for my sister."
"Really?"
"You'll know when you meet her. Sister, the Holy Monk is so young."
"Hmm, hehe, he might not be young. Besides, he's a direct disciple of the Compassionate Heaven Ancestor; he can definitely cure your 'little sister'."
"Sister...you're so annoying..."
"Hehe..."
Sunlight streamed down the seemingly endless, twenty-meter-wide white jade steps. A stunningly beautiful girl and an elegant young woman were chatting and laughing. Further away, a young monk in a white robe, holding white prayer beads, was walking down the mountain.
That elegance, that arrogance, that benevolence, that handsomeness—it was destined to drive heaven, earth, demons, gods, humans, and Buddhas alike mad! ...
The three finally arrived at the foot of Thunder Sound Mountain. On a dirt road, flanked by pebbles and desolate weeds, the three walked quietly.
Tang Sanzang, his eyes filled with sorrow, looked around at the scene and said, "Benefactor Zilian, is this how it is in the human world?"
Zilian's expression froze, and she said sadly, "Most of the time, it is."
Tang Sanzang remained silent. Seeing the silence, Lena suddenly said, "Sanzang, why add 'benefactor'! Can't you just call me Zilian? What do you say, sister?"
Zilian blushed upon hearing this and coquettishly pulled Lena's hand, saying, "Sister..."
Although she said this, Zilian truly hoped that Tang Sanzang would call her that. Tang Sanzang was already incredibly handsome, enough to make any woman's heart flutter. Moreover, because he possessed the Tathagata's divine power, he naturally had an aura that made people want to get close to him and feel at ease. In this feudal ancient society, it was believed that any woman who had even a moment of contact with Tang Sanzang would involuntarily fall in love with him.
Tang Sanzang seemed oblivious to the two girls' words, continuing to survey the desolate surroundings with a sorrowful and compassionate expression. Zi Lian felt a pang of disappointment, silently comforting herself, "Fool, he's a holy monk, how could he possibly be intimate with a woman? Foolish..."
The three walked quietly for a whole day, finally arriving at the first small town at dusk. The sky had already darkened. Tang Sanzang and his companions entered the town; all the shops were closed, and the entire town seemed deathly still.
Tang Sanzang looked at the countless people lying on both sides of the street, groaning in pain, and felt a surge of sorrow. He clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra, "Good, good..." His voice seemed to descend from the heavens, echoing throughout the town. The boundless power of the Buddha's voice calmed everyone, and their pain seemed to lessen.
Zi Lian's eyes were filled with sympathy as she looked at Tang Sanzang, who seemed like a reincarnation of Buddha, and said, "Holy Monk, this area has recently been struck by a strange plague. It's not just this city; it's affecting other places as well."
Tang Sanzang closed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, then turned to the two and said, "You two should find an inn first. I need to help them."
"Holy Monk..." Zi Lian seemed to have something more to say, but was pulled away by the silent Lena.
"Sister, is the Holy Monk alright?" Zi Lian couldn't help but ask softly. Lena smiled at her, her face full of happiness, and said, "There's nothing Sanzang can't do." Looking at the happy Lena, Zi Lian finally couldn't help but wonder about their relationship. Why did the Holy Monk need to bring his beautiful sister along on his travels?
"Amitabha." Tang Sanzang's white robe shone brightly against the gray sky, drawing the attention of the commoners groaning in pain around him. They wondered what this handsome and kind-hearted little monk was up to.
A faint smile graced Tang Sanzang's face, and everyone who saw it felt a sense of peace, as if their pain had vanished.
Countless people watched the young monk, only to suddenly see a seven-colored lotus throne appear beneath his feet, slowly lifting him up. At the same time, the young monk burst forth with boundless golden light, blindingly bright, instantly enveloping the entire city. The entire city was stunned, staring blankly at the young monk who had risen into the air, unsure of what to do.
"Namo Avalokiteshvara, may I quickly understand all dharmas."
"Namo Avalokiteshvara, may I quickly deliver all sentient beings."
"………………………"
"Bo Ya Mo Na Svaha"
"Siddha Ya Svaha Maha Siddha Ya Svaha"
"Siddha Yu Yi Shi Bo La Ye Svaha"
"Na La Jin Chi Svaha"
"………………………"
In the middle of the small town, hundreds of meters above the sky, Tang Sanzang sat cross-legged on a seven-colored lotus throne, his eyes slightly closed, his hands twirling prayer beads. One after another, the Great Compassion Mantra echoed throughout the small town. As the Great Compassion Mantra was recited, countless seven-colored lotus petals floated out from Tang Sanzang's body, surrounding everyone in the town.
Everyone forgot their pain, staring in disbelief at the countless lotus flowers around them, watching them disappear into their bodies. Finally, someone knelt down, frantically kowtowing and crying out in devout devotion. Instantly, as if a chain reaction had occurred, everyone in the city knelt down before Tang Sanzang in mid-air, kowtowing repeatedly. In their hearts, the Buddha in the sky was a sacred figure…
On the second floor of an inn in the city, Zi Lian happily watched the colorful lotus petals fluttering throughout the city, then skipped and hopped to Lena beside her, saying sweetly, “Sister, look how amazing the holy monk is!”
“Mm,” Lena replied faintly, her eyes gazing dreamily at the solemn Tang Sanzang in mid-air, her heart filled with happiness.
Only Zi Lian continued to smile happily, occasionally grabbing a lotus petal beside her.
Night had fallen, but the small town was filled with light and cheers. Countless colorful lotus petals transformed the entire city into a fairytale world, and countless people in tattered clothes cheered with the most sincere human emotions, expressing their boundless devotion and gratitude to the handsome Buddha in the sky.
Amidst the golden light, Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, then vanished from the sky in an instant. Countless people knelt on the ground to bid farewell to the Buddha.
At this moment, Tang Sanzang was the Buddha.
Tang Sanzang appeared smiling before the two girls.
Zi Lian looked at Tang Sanzang with eyes full of adoration, her face flushed, lost in thought. Lena looked at him tenderly, her eyes filled with a faint happiness. Tang Sanzang pulled Lena to
his side and said, "Alright, Zi Lian, go to sleep." Watching Tang Sanzang and Lena walk away, Zi Lian was stunned for a moment, then remained silent. At this moment, Tang Sanzang truly was a Buddha in her heart. Although the two appeared extremely intimate, Zi Lian did not think anything unpleasant about it: Yes, since Sister Lena could live in the Great Thunder Temple, which never accepted women, it must be closely related to my Buddha. The Holy Monk must be doing something very important with her.
Indeed, Tang Sanzang and Lena were indeed doing something very important. In the room next to Zi Lian's, Lena looked at Tang Seng, who was sitting in a chair leering, with a somewhat bewildered expression. She asked, "Was that really you just now?"
"Huh?" Tang Seng paused, then concealed his lewd grin and said calmly, "Of course it was. Lena, come here."
"Okay." Lena obediently sat in Tang Seng's lap, but her fair face instantly flushed crimson. Tang Seng grinned lewdly, "What are you feeling, my Lena?"
Lena blushed and scolded, "You're such a lecher." Even as she said this, her small hands had already reached for the erect penis pressed firmly against her buttocks, gently stroking it through her trousers.
Tang Seng took a deep breath and said, "Good Lena, kneel down and serve your husband properly."
Lena's beautiful eyes were already watery, clearly aroused. After giving Tang Seng a seductive look, her body slid down from him like a snake, kneeling between his legs.
A pair of delicate, white hands gently removed the monk's robe, softly grasping the already erect and fiery dragon. Feeling its heat and slight throbbing in her hands, Lena felt a surge of desire, and her sensitive lower body involuntarily overflowed with lustful fluid.
After giving Tang Sanzang another alluring glance, Lena slightly opened her red lips and extended her fragrant tongue, licking the dragon from head to tail. Tang Sanzang gasped in pleasure, his right hand unconsciously running through Lena's hair, gently stroking it like a puppy.
Lena continued licking with unrestrained affection, one hand holding the base of the dragon to prevent it from throbbing, while the other gently caressed its two sensitive testicles. Her fragrant tongue slid over every inch of the fiery dragon's skin, bringing Tang Sanzang waves of irresistible, electric pleasure.
Lena looked at the giant dragon in front of her, which was already dripping wet, and a look of affection flashed in her eyes. When she looked up, she saw Tang Seng looking comfortable with his eyes slightly closed, enjoying it. A happy smile appeared on her face. She opened her red lips, held the giant dragon with one hand, and slowly put it into her mouth.
"Oh..." Tang Sanzang groaned, tightly gripping Lena's hair. His eyes watched as Lena's alluring mouth slowly swallowed his entire dragon, filling him with intense excitement. Lena glanced at him seductively, feeling the dragon stretching uncomfortably into her mouth. The fiery head, like a branding iron, pressed firmly against the depths of her throat, bringing waves of strange pleasure.
Lena emitted seductive moans from deep within her throat and nostrils, one hand caressing her testicles, the other grasping the base of the dragon's head, beginning to move it up and down.
The terrifying dragon repeatedly entered and exited Lena's red mouth. Each time, Lena would spit out only the head before slowly taking it back in. During this process, her small, fragrant tongue would constantly lick the heat within her mouth, her large, watery eyes occasionally glancing at Tang Sanzang, her expression quite lewd.
Tang Sanzang felt immense pleasure, his hands unable to resist pulling Lena's hair up and down, helping her swallow and spit out the dragon even faster. The warm little mouth tightly enveloped the dragon, bringing a unique flavor. Looking at Lena's wanton expression, Tang Seng felt waves of tingling pleasure emanating from the dragon's elytra, and he couldn't help but groan softly.
Lena glanced at him coquettishly, a satisfied, wanton smile appearing on her lips. Unable to resist his desire, Tang Seng held Lena's head in his hands, using her red lips as a vagina, and began to actively thrust in and out.
"Ugh...mmm...mmm..." Lena felt a pang of pain from Tang Seng's thrusting, but her excitement only intensified. Her left hand continued to wantonly play with Tang Seng's testicles, while her other hand couldn't resist reaching for her already overflowing lower body, roughly kneading the wet, tender flesh before forcefully inserting four fingers and probing inside.
Tang Sanzang felt his nerves trembling, no longer caring for his tenderness, he grabbed Lena's head and began to thrust wildly, his huge, hot member rapidly entering and exiting Lena's small mouth, causing her face to contort in pain, but his four fingers below excitedly pumped in and out of her little hole.
Immersed in pleasure, the two were unaware that next door, the delicate Zi Lian leaned against the wall, blushing shyly, listening to the suggestive "plop" and "plop" sounds coming from the next room, along with alluring moans seemingly emanating from deep within her throat. No longer a child, Zi Lian naturally knew what was happening next door, but wasn't that the room of the Holy Monk and his sister Lena? How could there be such sounds?
"Lena, go, lie on the bed."
"Oh..." Lena spat the huge member out of her mouth, gave Tang Sanzang a lustful look, and then obediently took off her clothes and lay on the bed like a dog. Tang Sanzang excitedly gazed at the stunningly beautiful Lena kneeling on the bed, scrutinizing her closely. Her round, snow-white buttocks were raised high in the air, her slender waist swaying gently, and her full, large breasts swaying in the air. Lena felt incredibly ashamed of her lewd posture, but her already intensely itchy lower body was excitedly flowing with even more lustful fluids.
Tang Sanzang lewdly walked to the bed, wrapped his hands around her petite waist, and gently rubbed his enormous penis against her already wet and tender flesh. The sensation of tiny electric currents coursing through their bodies made them both gasp.
Lena felt the hot, massive head of his penis rubbing against her tender flesh, but it made no move to penetrate her. Unable to suppress her burning desire, she gently swayed her hips, wanting to take the dragon into her.
Feeling the two tender lips opening and closing slightly, as if wanting to devour the fiery dragon immediately, Tang Seng couldn't help but lewdly say, "Lena, my darling, do you want me to fuck you hard?"
"Oh—" Lena could no longer care about any shame; the intense itching in her little hole had made her lose all reason. Hearing Lena's lewd moans, Tang Seng could no longer suppress his lust. Holding her snow-white, round buttocks and slender waist, he aimed his dragon at her little hole and thrust it in hard!
"..." Lena moaned loudly and unrestrainedly. The fiery dragon filled her itchy body without any gaps, immediately making her feel boundless fullness, and her whole heart was intoxicated. Inside
the warm little hole, it felt as if countless small hands were caressing every inch of the dragon, especially the most sensitive head, which felt like it was being constantly sucked by a baby's mouth. Hearing Lena's wanton moans, Tang Seng took a deep breath, grabbed her slender waist, and began to thrust wildly.
In the next room, Zi Lian, her body flushed a faint blush, lay limp on the bed. Listening to the moans of pleasure emanating from next door, she felt a surge of shyness. A persistent itch and emptiness gripped her lower body, and she finally couldn't resist stripping off her clothes, leaning against the wall naked like a lamb.
Looking down at herself, she discovered her short underpants were completely soaked. Zi Lian let out a shy moan, slowly pulling down her pink bodice. Looking at her firm, perfect breasts bouncing in the air, her eyes welled with tears. The
lewd moans continued to drift from next door. Zi Lian couldn't resist grasping her small, bamboo-shoof-shaped breasts with her left hand and gently kneading them, while her right hand hesitated, covering her most private area and rubbing it through her completely soaked underpants.
"Why is this happening—" Waves of tingling sensations immediately intoxicated Zi Lian, causing her to moan loudly. Her right hand, unable to resist, pulled down her panties and rubbed her palm vigorously against her already wet, pink flesh.
The loud moans coming from next door, along with the waves of pleasure coursing through her body, finally overwhelmed Zi Lian, who had never experienced anything like this before. Her large, lustful eyes looked towards the wall, and she secretly poked a small hole with her left hand, excitedly pressing her eyes against it. But her hands didn't stop; instead, she furrowed her brow and slowly inserted two fingers together into her genitals.
The sudden entry of two fingers into her already itchy opening immediately made the girl moan. Despite the pain, she couldn't help but begin to thrust rapidly. Her left hand vigorously kneaded her small breasts. Seeing the scene in the opposite room, the girl suddenly suppressed a gasp of surprise.
Despite her long-standing suspicions, Zi Lian truly hadn't expected the exceptionally noble and serene Lena to be so wanton, much less that the man behind her was a holy monk. Was he still the same solemn and compassionate monk who had appeared like Buddha just moments before?
But after a brief moment of shock, Zi Lian banished all these thoughts. The unbelievable identity only intensified her pleasure. Two fingers moved rapidly in and out of the small opening, where no foreign object had ever entered before. Zi Lian moaned, her eyes fixed on the lewd scene before her.
The noble and serene Lena in her heart was now crawling and kneeling on the bed like a dog, swaying with the holy monk's thrusts from behind. Her breasts, much larger than her own, were being constantly shaped by a pair of large hands, as if about to be crushed.
Her round, snow-white buttocks were raised high in the air, trembling with each fierce thrust of the holy monk. The terrifying thing beneath him was relentlessly penetrating the spot where her two fingers were now teasing her. Her pink, tender flesh was repeatedly turned inside out and closed with each thrust of the enormous thing, making lewd "plop" and "plop" sounds. Streams of lustful fluid flowed out with each powerful stroke, dripping down her snow-white thighs onto the bed.
Zi Lian excitedly closed her eyes, her hands vigorously playing with her breasts and lower body, imagining herself as Sister Lena, being brutally played with at this moment...
The moans from next door had stopped, leaving only faint breathing sounds, but Zi Lian reached her climax at this moment, screaming as streams of lustful fluid immediately gushed from her small hole into the air, then scattered all over her flushed body.
Zi Lian lay helplessly on the bed, letting her own semen splatter all over her body. Thinking about her lewd behavior just now, and knowing that the holy monk and Sister Lena must have heard her wanton moans, she felt extremely ashamed. She let out a soft moan and buried her face in the bedclothes that were already soaked with her semen, too ashamed to make any more noise.
Tang Sanzang opened his eyes in the warmth, looking at Lena nestled in his arms like a kitten. A wave of tenderness washed over him. He gently kissed her smooth cheek, then quietly withdrew his hands and legs.
Suddenly, Lena let out a soft moan, opening her beautiful eyes. Seeing the cautious Tang Sanzang, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle. Tang Sanzang looked at her awkwardly and asked with concern, "You're awake? Won't you sleep a little longer?"
"No way! You're not going to keep me company," Lena said sweetly, snuggling back into Tang Sanzang's arms, wriggling playfully. Tang Sanzang felt her full, large breasts pressing and rubbing against his chest, and his heart fluttered. He quickly steadied Lena in his arms, saying, "Alright, did you hear the moans from next door yesterday?"
Lena blushed, then glared at him, "You scoundrel! Did you have designs on Sister Zilian?!" Tang Seng felt a pang of unease, but his face wore an expression of utter injustice, "How could I? You're the only one in my heart." "
Nonsense! Who was the girl in your room that night at Leiyin Temple?" Lena suddenly asked sweetly. Tang Seng's face darkened upon hearing this. Ling'er…
"Sanzang…" Seeing Tang Seng's expression turn somber, Lena felt a surge of panic, terrified of angering him. At this moment, Tang Seng was everything to her. If he abandoned her, she probably wouldn't even have the will to live. She was used to being alone, but now that she had tasted the joy and happiness of being with Tang Seng, how could she possibly leave?
Tang Sanzang was startled awake by the noise. Seeing the somewhat flustered Lena, he couldn't help but smile and comfort her, "It's not your fault, I was just thinking about some unpleasant things. Alright, help your husband get up." "Oh, you bad boy, I'm not your husband!" Lena felt relieved to see that Tang Sanzang wasn't angry with her, and happily helped him put on his clothes.
Although a perfect, naked body was constantly swaying in front of him, Tang Sanzang, who had just thought of Ling'er, had no intention of taking advantage of her. He simply smiled as he looked at the blushing Lena.
After they were dressed, the two of them went outside. The entire second floor of the inn was empty. Tang Sanzang walked downstairs in confusion, while Lena followed behind him with a look of inexplicable happiness.
"The Holy Monk has come down..."
"Holy Monk..."
"Greetings, Holy Monk..."
A wave of grateful shouts immediately rang out from downstairs. Tang Seng, with a warm smile on his face, glanced around at the crowd that had already packed the first floor of the inn, clasped his hands together, and softly chanted, "Amitabha, saving lives and healing the wounded is the duty of a monk. There's no need for such formalities."
"Holy Monk..."
Lena behind him suddenly tugged at Tang Seng's compassionate face, barely suppressing a smile. Tang Seng's smile remained unchanged. He scanned the crowd around him but didn't see Zi Lian. Just as he was about to go upstairs to look for her, a somewhat unusual voice suddenly rang out from upstairs, "Holy Monk, I'm here..."
Tang Seng turned around and saw Zi Lian standing inside the railing upstairs, dressed in purple, with a smile that was somewhat shy, somewhat sorrowful, somewhat complex, and somewhat indifferent. The crowd downstairs was stunned by her beauty and temperament and fell silent for a moment.
Tang Sanzang nodded with a smile, then said to Lena beside him, "Let's go." Lena was stunned, and before she could react, she was surprised to find herself slowly rising. "Ah, is this the lotus throne from yesterday?" Lena asked excitedly, looking at the lotus throne shimmering with seven-colored light beneath her feet.
The crowd on the first floor, witnessing Tang Sanzang's "miracle," knelt down again and cried out, "Holy Monk..."
It was a long story, but in an instant, the two were upstairs. Tang Sanzang smiled and pulled the somewhat dazed Zilian onto the lotus throne. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Zilian fell into Tang Sanzang's arms under the immense force. A wicked smile suddenly appeared on Tang Sanzang's originally solemn and compassionate face, but fortunately, no one saw it, so he quickly concealed it. A flash of Buddhist light emanated from his body, and the three of them instantly disappeared from the inn.
On the main street of the small town, nearly a hundred meters in the air, three people stood on a huge seven-colored lotus throne. Countless people knelt on both sides of the street, all praying and kowtowing respectfully towards the sky.
Tang Sanzang glanced down at Zi Lian in his arms, then suddenly asked with a wicked smile, "How long are you going to lie here?"
"Ah—" Zi Lian gasped, then struggled free from Tang Sanzang's embrace, standing to the side, her face flushed with embarrassment as she lowered her head: "Oh my god, how embarrassing! What's wrong with me? How could I possibly lie in a man's arms? ...But, it was so warm just now, oh my god, how could I think like that..."
Lena chuckled softly, covering her mouth, her resentful gaze occasionally drifting towards Tang Sanzang. Tang Sanzang seemed oblivious, his face now displaying a compassionate expression. The seven-colored lotus throne beneath his feet flew eastward towards the city's outskirts. Tang Sanzang murmured Buddhist chants, and beams of golden light shot from his body, illuminating each person kneeling on the ground. Everyone cheered, thanking the Buddha for his blessings.
On the lotus throne in the sky, however, the three remained silent. Tang Sanzang seemed lost in his quest to save all sentient beings. Lena, her beautiful eyes darting around, approached the silent Zilian and affectionately took her hand, saying, "Sister Zilian, did you hear that strange sound coming from our room yesterday? It sounded like she was in pain, yet it was also mixed with moans of boundless pleasure?"
Lena's voice immediately became sweet and tender, her face, still flushed, turning a deep crimson, as if it were about to bleed. Tang Sanzang couldn't help but freeze, his expression of great compassion vanishing. He steered his lotus throne swiftly past the small town.
"Hehe, Sister Zilian must have heard it. That loud noise kept me awake for ages!" Lena continued, her beautiful eyes constantly roaming over Zilian, as if imagining what it would be like to be naked.
Tang Sanzang lay on the lotus petals, smiling as he looked at the drifting white clouds and the desolate land beneath his feet, his heart filled with感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing sorrow, regret, and a touch of melancholy). Unable to bear it any longer, Zi Lian glanced shyly at Lena and called out in a coquettish voice, "Sister..."
"Hehe, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Lena's face was full of a triumphant smile as she pulled Zi Lian to sit on a lotus throne covered with tiny petals. "Come and tell your sister, how do you feel?"
"Sister..." Zi Lian was almost in tears, but she was helpless against her sister. She glanced shyly at the holy monk beside her, thinking of his and her sister's lewdness yesterday, and felt a surge of shyness and longing.
"Ahem...you two talk..." Tang Sanzang coughed, then suddenly leaped off the lotus throne, landing on a white cloud three meters away in the two girls' horrified eyes. Tang Sanzang turned back and smiled at them, then lay down on the cloud with his hands behind his head. Looking at the sky from here, everything seemed so close. It was an almost transparent azure blue, and looking at it made one feel refreshed and relaxed.
A childlike smile appeared on Tang Sanzang's lips as he immersed himself in that natural blue.
The two girls breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Lena suddenly stared intently at Zilian and asked, "Little sister, are you very concerned about Sanzang?" Zilian blushed and then retorted, "Sister, don't talk nonsense. I'm just worried about Mother..."
"Really?" Lena's voice was full of disbelief, her eyes darting over Zilian as if she could see right through her. Zilian could no longer resist, glancing shyly at the holy monk who had already drifted away on the white clouds, then blushing and throwing herself into Lena's arms, crying out, "Sister—you're so naughty—"
Lena's face lit up with a happy smile, stroking Zilian's hair and whispering, "Sister isn't naughty at all. There's someone even naughtier than you, and I'll let you know when I have the chance." Hearing this, Zilian's whole body began to heat up. She naturally knew who Lena was talking about and what she was referring to. Feeling extremely shy, she helplessly cried out, "Sister—"
The three of them flew eastward in the sky. Zilian's home was in a small town called Lotus, even further east. It was said that a beautiful lotus fairy descended to this town long, long ago from the heavens, hence the name.
Time ticked by, and the two girls whispered amongst themselves within the lotus throne, occasionally letting out giggles and shy whispers. Tang Sanzang lay on a white cloud, floating near the lotus throne, his entire body radiating a faint, sacred Buddhist light, as if he were entering a new realm of enlightenment.
An hour passed…
two hours passed…
seven hours passed…
the sun disappeared, darkness fell…
the faint golden light shone brightly in the night. The two girls couldn't resist leaning against the lotus throne, staring blankly at Tang Sanzang on the distant white cloud. They were hungry, very hungry, so whatever their usual feelings towards Tang Sanzang, they were now cursing him, “Damn Sanzang, bastard…” “Annoying holy monk…”
Suddenly, the Buddhist light emanating from Tang Sanzang burst forth, illuminating the entire night. The two girls couldn't help but close their eyes.
Tang Sanzang suddenly leaped up from the white clouds, roaring to the sky. Waves of pale golden sound emanated from him, dispersing all the clouds except for his lotus seat, which was suddenly enveloped by a nearly transparent, seven-colored light shield, unaffected by the sound.
The roar lasted for nearly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before gradually subsiding. Tang Sanzang looked at the more refined and surging golden Buddhist power within his body, his heart filled with joy. He never expected that his Tathagata Divine Skill, which had stagnated for nearly two years, would actually advance to the third level at this moment. Indeed, his master was right; the Tathagata Divine Skill required more of an understanding of the world.
"Damn it, Sanzang, what are you yelling about?!" Tang Sanzang, immersed in joy, was suddenly awakened by a scolding voice. Turning his head, he saw that it was Lena looking at him with a face full of anger. Tang Sanzang walked towards her on the white clouds with a smile, and Lena immediately jumped off her lotus seat and pounced into his arms, opening her small mouth and biting his shoulder hard.
"Ouch—it hurts so much—" Tang Sanzang cried out in pain. He then realized it was already night and immediately understood why Lena was so angry. She was probably starving, so he pretended to be in great pain to appease her.
Seeing Tang Sanzang's "pain," Lena immediately released her mouth with concern and looked at his shoulder. But then she saw there wasn't even a red mark. Her anger flared up again. She clenched her small fist and pounded Tang Sanzang's chest, saying fiercely, "Damn you, Sanzang—you dared to lie to me—you bastard—"
"Alright, you're starving, aren't you?" Tang Sanzang smiled at her, then pulled her tightly into his arms. Her small hands were immediately trapped between them, unable to move. Lena gave him a helpless yet charming look, then quietly lay down in his arms.
Inside the lotus seat, Zi Lian watched the two's intimate moment, her expression darkening: she had finally confirmed her suspicions! Despite witnessing such a lewd scene last night, Zi Lian had remained in a daze, believing it was just a dream. She simply couldn't reconcile the image of the compassionate, Buddha-like monk who had saved the entire city with the lewd man from yesterday. However, their intimate gestures shattered all her illusions. Looking at the two embracing happily, Zi Lian was filled with confusion: A saintly monk who saves people from suffering? Or a lecherous scoundrel who can't stand beautiful women? What kind of person was this handsome Tang Sanzang in his white robes? ...
Lena's voice immediately trembled, her still flushed face turning crimson, as if about to bleed. Tang Sanzang couldn't help but freeze, unable to maintain his compassionate expression any longer, and steered his lotus throne swiftly across the small town.
"Hehe, Zi Lian, you must have heard it. The noise was so loud it kept me awake for ages," Lena continued, her beautiful eyes constantly roaming over Zi Lian, as if imagining what it would be like to be naked.
Tang Sanzang lay on the lotus petals, smiling as he looked at the drifting white clouds and the desolate earth beneath his feet, his heart filled with emotion. Zi Lian, unable to bear it any longer, glanced shyly at Lena and called out in a soft, reproachful voice, "Sister..."
"Hehe, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Lena's face was full of a triumphant smile as she pulled Zi Lian to sit on the lotus throne covered in tiny petals. "Come and tell me, how do you feel?"
"Sister..." Zi Lian almost cried, but she was helpless against her sister. She glanced shyly at the holy monk beside her, thinking of his and her sister's lewdness the day before, and felt a surge of shyness and longing.
"Ahem...you two talk..." Tang Sanzang coughed, then suddenly leaped off the lotus throne, landing three meters away on a white cloud in the two girls' horrified gazes. Tang Sanzang turned and smiled at them, then lay down on the cloud, his head resting on his hands. Looking at the sky from there, everything seemed so close; it was an almost transparent azure blue, and looking at it filled him with a sense of peace and tranquility.
A childlike smile played on Tang Sanzang's lips as he gazed into the natural blue expanse.
The two girls simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Lena suddenly stared intently at Zilian and asked, "Sister, are you very concerned about Sanzang?" Zilian blushed, then retorted, "Sister, don't talk nonsense. I'm just worried about Mother..."
"Really?" Lena's voice was full of disbelief, her eyes darting over Zilian as if she could see right through her. Zilian could no longer resist, glancing shyly at the holy monk who had already drifted away on the white clouds, then blushing and throwing herself into Lena's arms, crying out, "Sister—you're so naughty—"
Lena's face lit up with a happy smile, stroking Zilian's hair and whispering, "Sister isn't naughty at all. There's someone even naughtier than you, and I'll let you know when I have the chance." Hearing this, Zilian's whole body began to heat up. She naturally knew who Lena was talking about and what she was referring to. Feeling extremely shy, she helplessly cried out, "Sister—"
The three of them flew eastward in the sky. Zilian's home was in a small town called Lotus, even further east. It was said that a beautiful lotus fairy descended to this town long, long ago from the heavens, hence the name.
Time ticked by, and the two girls whispered amongst themselves within the lotus throne, occasionally letting out giggles and shy whispers. Tang Sanzang lay on a white cloud, floating near the lotus throne, his entire body radiating a faint, sacred Buddhist light, as if he were entering a new realm of enlightenment.
An hour passed…
two hours passed…
seven hours passed…
the sun disappeared, darkness fell…
the faint golden light shone brightly in the night. The two girls couldn't resist leaning against the lotus throne, staring blankly at Tang Sanzang on the distant white cloud. They were hungry, very hungry, so whatever their usual feelings towards Tang Sanzang, they were now cursing him, “Damn Sanzang, bastard…” “Annoying holy monk…”
Suddenly, the Buddhist light emanating from Tang Sanzang burst forth, illuminating the entire night. The two girls couldn't help but close their eyes.
Tang Sanzang suddenly leaped up from the white clouds, roaring to the sky. Waves of pale golden sound emanated from him, dispersing all the clouds except for his lotus seat, which was suddenly enveloped by a nearly transparent, seven-colored light shield, unaffected by the sound.
The roar lasted for nearly the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before gradually subsiding. Tang Sanzang looked at the more refined and surging golden Buddhist power within his body, his heart filled with joy. He never expected that his Tathagata Divine Skill, which had stagnated for nearly two years, would actually advance to the third level at this moment. Indeed, his master was right; the Tathagata Divine Skill required more of an understanding of the world.
"Damn it, Sanzang, what are you yelling about?!" Tang Sanzang, immersed in joy, was suddenly awakened by a scolding voice. Turning his head, he saw that it was Lena looking at him with a face full of anger. Tang Sanzang walked towards her on the white clouds with a smile, and Lena immediately jumped off her lotus seat and pounced into his arms, opening her small mouth and biting his shoulder hard.
"Ouch—it hurts so much—" Tang Sanzang cried out in pain. He then realized that it was already night and immediately understood why Lena was so angry. She was probably starving and couldn't stand it. So he pretended to be in great pain to appease her.
Seeing Tang Sanzang in such "pain," Lena immediately released her mouth with heartache, looking at his shoulder with concern. But then she saw there wasn't even a red mark, and her anger flared up again. She clenched her small fist and pounded Tang Sanzang's chest, saying fiercely, "Damn Sanzang—how dare you lie to me—you bastard—"
"Alright, are you starving?" Tang Sanzang smiled at her, then pulled her tightly into his arms. Her small hands were immediately trapped between them, unable to move. Lena gave him a helpless yet charming look, then quietly lay down in his arms.
Inside the lotus seat, Zi Lian watched the two's intimate scene, her expression darkening: she had finally confirmed her suspicions! Despite witnessing such a lewd scene last night, Zi Lian had remained in a daze, believing it was just a dream. She simply couldn't reconcile the compassionate, Buddha-like holy monk who had saved the entire city with the lewd man from yesterday. However, their intimate actions shattered all her illusions. Looking at the two embracing happily, Zi Lian was filled with confusion: Was he a saintly monk who saved people from suffering? Or a lecherous thief who couldn't stand beautiful women? What kind of person was this handsome Tang Sanzang, dressed in a white robe? ...
The girl landed on the ground. The three of them were in a mountain range, with a small river flowing beside them. In the distance, a dense forest stretched out, and occasionally, the roar of an animal could be heard. The sky was filled with twinkling stars, and a large moon shone brightly—the scenery was extremely beautiful.
Tang Sanzang turned back and smiled at the two women, saying, "I'll go pick some fruit to tide us over for now. We'll beg for alms when we find a place with people."
Lena nodded with a smile, but Zi Lian suddenly cried out, "No, I want to eat meat!"
Tang Sanzang was taken aback, then looked at Zi Lian hesitantly. Seeing Tang Sanzang's troubled expression, Zi Lian suddenly felt a surge of pleasure. For some reason, seeing him and Lena so intimate and in sync always made her feel extremely uncomfortable. Lena glanced at Zilian with her beautiful eyes, as if she could see through her thoughts, and said, "Sister Zilian, why don't you go with Sanzang? Catching some small animals should be possible."
Zilian blushed but didn't refuse. Tang Sanzang suddenly said, "Amitabha! Let me go! Since all things in heaven and earth are living beings, why can we only harm plants and not animals? Hahahaha..." Tang Sanzang laughed loudly and walked towards the distant forest. Zilian's expression darkened behind him, while Lena's eyes were full of admiration. (Cut, where's my towel...)
By the river, by the fire, Tang Sanzang's eyes were fixed on the three pheasants roasting over the fire, lost in thought. The two girls opposite him were full of excitement; perhaps they had never had such an interesting barbecue in the dark of the wilderness before.
"Ah, all done." Lena exclaimed sweetly, then came to Tang Sanzang's side with a chicken leg, holding the incredibly fragrant roasted chicken leg in front of his nose, and said mischievously, "Sanzang, do you want some?"
Tang Sanzang looked at the golden-brown, juicy chicken leg in front of him, smiled slightly, and twirled his crystal prayer beads, saying, "Amitabha..."
Lena was stunned for a moment, then punched his chest hard and scolded, "You bastard, don't say those four words again!" As she spoke, she opened her cute little mouth and bit down hard on the delicious food in her hand as if in a fit of pique, then saw Tang Sanzang's eyes shining with lewd light, and felt a wave of shyness, saying coquettishly, "You bastard, what are you looking at?"
On the other side, Zilian silently tore at the chicken in her hand, absentmindedly putting it into her mouth.
Tang Sanzang extended a finger and stroked Lena's oily, bright red lips, softly asking, "Is it delicious?"
Hearing Tang Sanzang's ambiguous question, Lena's face immediately flushed. She secretly glanced at Zi Lian, and finding her oblivious, she put Tang Sanzang's finger in her mouth and gently licked it. Tang Sanzang watched her silently, a strange light gleaming in his eyes.
"Sister Lena..." Zi Lian, who had been silent with her head down, suddenly called out. Lena immediately turned around, startled. Tang Sanzang helplessly withdrew his hand and looked up at the mysterious night sky. The three remained silent for a moment, a gentle breeze blowing through the darkness, occasionally punctuated by the chirping of strange insects...
Tang Sanzang suddenly said, "I just saw a hot spring not far to the east. You can take a bath there later if you'd like."
"Really?" Lena's eyes lit up, and she asked excitedly. She loved hot springs; otherwise, Tang Sanzang wouldn't have taken advantage of her. Zi Lian, sitting opposite him, was also startled. No girl is unclean, especially one who had been kneeling alone before the Great Thunderclap Temple for nearly four days, and hadn't been able to bathe yesterday because of the town's dilapidated state. She was already incredibly uncomfortable.
"Of course it's true! Monks don't lie, hahaha..." Tang Seng laughed loudly, but it was unclear whether his revelation of the hot spring was out of kindness or some wicked motive. Alas, only a genius would know.
The conversation, once again filled the mountain forest with laughter and chatter. The two girls sat together excitedly, but Tang Seng paid no attention, nor did he want to interject. He looked up at the night sky, silently thinking of the distant East Sea Dragon Palace, and that Ling'er must be there, but he wondered what she was doing. Was she wandering the seabed? Or, like him, gazing at the moon where Chang'e was? " Hey
, what are you thinking about?" A sudden, sweet voice interrupted Tang Seng's thoughts. He turned his head and saw Lena's pretty face. She smiled slightly, "What?" He looked around but couldn't find Zilian. He asked in confusion, "Where's Zilian?"
Lena gave him a scheming smile and said softly, "She went to take a bath. I told her I'd be there in a bit, didn't you know?" Tang Seng was taken aback, a strange light flashing in his eyes, but his expression remained unchanged. He reached out and pulled Lena into a tight embrace, gently biting her earlobe and mumbling, "What do you want to do?"
"Ugh—you bad boy—" Lena trembled, letting him gently bite her earlobe, and playfully punched his chest. Tang Sanzang's face finally revealed that lewd, shameless smile again. He gently kissed Lena's charming face, and amidst her soft moans, he gradually moved his lips to her red lips. Lena passionately embraced Tang Sanzang, offering her tongue, which Tang Sanzang naturally accepted! Their tongues intertwined, chasing each other, enjoying the faint, tingling sensation…
Several minutes later, Lena, her face flushed and her breathing rapid, suddenly pushed Tang Sanzang away, glancing at him shyly, and said, "You bad boy—go do bad things to your sister Zilian!!"
A lewd smile appeared on Tang Sanzang's face. He lowered his head and kissed Lena's delicate lips heavily again, then got up and walked towards the nearby hot spring. Inside the misty hot spring, Zilian, who was waiting for her sister Lena, suddenly saw the saint in her heart. What would it be like to see her naked after becoming a monk?
Night, high moon, stars, gentle breeze, chirping insects…
a series of “crunch, crunch” sounds echoed, as if something was treading on dry branches and fallen leaves. Moonlight streamed down, revealing a handsome monk with a lewd smile on his lips, yet radiating an aura of great compassion, walking through the mountains…
Behind a giant tree that seemed to have come to life, Tang Sanzang secretly hid, gazing at the exquisite body in the hot spring, his breath involuntarily stopping. Bright moonlight spilled across the earth, into the misty hot spring, and onto a stunningly beautiful body nestled within the thin white mist. Her face was like that of a fairy, her breasts high and white, her abdomen smooth and flawless, her waist slender and delicate, her buttocks round and pert, her legs long and snow-white…
A pair of slender, jade-like hands gently scooped up a drop of warm water and poured it over her body. A silvery laugh followed, and the water instantly transformed into droplets, sliding down her snow-white neck, over the rosy nipples on her breasts, swirling across her flat abdomen, and finally settling into the sparse, dark hair, lingering there…
Tang Sanzang's desire seemed to be burning away his reason; he wanted to rush forward immediately, yet he couldn't bear to disturb such a beautiful scene, so he could only stare in awe…
Inside the hot spring, Zi Lian suddenly felt a strange sensation. Her hands, as they caressed her body, always seemed to tingle with a peculiar, tingling feeling, reminding her of the lewdness next door the day before and the pleasure her own hands had brought her. Thinking of this, her heart burned with desire, and her delicate white hands couldn't resist caressing her high, firm breasts, gently kneading them.
Tang Sanzang, watching from afar, immediately widened his eyes, seeing Zi Lian half-closing her eyes and moaning softly, her white hands gently kneading her perfect breasts, before her right hand suddenly slid down to her lower body. Despite the pool obstructing the view, hearing Zi Lian's increasingly loud and intoxicated moans, and seeing the boundless lust on her face, anyone could tell what that right hand was doing!
Tang Sanzang couldn't resist any longer; this was an overwhelming temptation. After a moment's hesitation, he removed his monk's robe, cast an invisibility spell on himself, and quietly made his way to the hot spring. Once inside the pool, Tang Sanzang tried his best to keep the water from rippling, stealthily approaching Zi Lian.
At this moment, Zi Lian was completely immersed in the pleasure brought by her hands. Tang Seng, watching Zi Lian's lewd actions of self-pleasure with her eyes closed, and hearing her heavenly moans that could drive any man mad, could no longer resist reaching out and pulling her into his arms. "Ah—" Zi Lian cried out in surprise, her body immediately struggling frantically, but how could she break free from Tang Seng's strength?!
Tang Seng held her tightly in his arms, lowering his head to suck and bite her crystal-clear earlobe. "Ah—who are you?" Zi Lian asked in a trembling voice, looking down but seeing nothing, yet the sensation in her body clearly told her that there was someone behind her, and it was a man!!
Sensing the man's actions behind her, Zi Lian was terrified; she already knew what this man wanted to do! Unable to contain her anxiety and terror, she cried out, "Holy Monk—Holy Monk—save me—Holy… Waaah… Waaah…" Tang Seng chuckled lewdly to himself, thrusting his lips into Zi Lian's delicate mouth, his hands covering her perfect breasts and kneading them roughly!
"Waaah…" Zi Lian could no longer utter a sound, only moaning softly. How could those damned hands be so brutally kneading her breasts?! Despite her desperate desire to push them away, Zi Lian's body involuntarily went limp. It felt as if countless tiny lightning bolts were flashing within her breasts, bringing waves of uncontrollable tingling.
Tang Seng felt the stiffness in Zi Lian's body in his arms, a lewd smile spreading across his lips as he slowly kissed down her snow-white neck. "Ah—waaah—who are you—" Zi Lian was rendered powerless by the boundless tingling, unable to cry out any longer, and whispered tremblingly. Those unseen hands continued their brutal kneading of her breasts, and the large mouth continued its downward motion, sending a tingling sensation through her skin. Despite her inner protests, Zi Lian knew she was experiencing pleasure. A man's touch was always more pleasurable than her own hands, and the fact that she couldn't see it only amplified her excitement.
Tang Seng kissed her smooth, watery skin, gradually moving his head to Zi Lian's breasts. He removed his right hand, looking at the red finger marks on her snow-white breasts and the still trembling, rosy nipples. With a sense of reverence, Tang Seng gently took her breasts into his mouth.
"Oh—" Zi Lian finally couldn't help but moan softly, barely able to stand without Tang Seng's support. A wave of tingling sensation, a thousand times stronger than any self-touching, suddenly surged from her right breast into her heart. She felt a row of teeth biting and licking her sensitive nipple. Zilian barely suppressed her intoxication, thinking with immense shyness: Was she about to be defiled by this unseen "monster" today? Oh, why does his scent smell so familiar? Heavens…
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