Yellow Turbans, Living Buddhas, Adulteresses

During the Wei, Jin, and Southern and Northern Dynasties, in Taiyuan Village, Shanxi Province, on a dark and windy night, the cold wind whipped up fallen leaves and snowflakes...
For the beggars on the roadside, the cold wind brought a terrible omen: this winter would be very difficult.
For business owners, the cold wind brought good fortune; the end of the year was approaching, time to stock up on festive gifts.
For the "Hundred Flowers Pavilion" in Taiyuan Village, the cold wind brought tragic news: a customer and a young woman had both died in their room!
The "Hundred Flowers Pavilion" was the most famous brothel in Taiyuan Village, welcoming and seeing off hundreds of customers every day. Money flowed in like water, from the customers' pockets to the owners'. The
"Hundred Flowers Pavilion" had at least seventy or eighty young women, each beautiful, gentle, and skilled in both speech and bed.
Therefore, in the more than ten years since its opening, there has never been a single instance of customer dissatisfaction. Everyone comes happily and leaves satisfied, making the reputation of "Baihua Lou" (Hundred Flowers Pavilion) for its hospitality spread far and wide. Wealthy patrons from the Central Plains all considered it a great pleasure to experience the pleasures of "Baihua Lou," flocking to Taiyuan.
However, today, misfortune struck. Two people died suddenly. One was a prostitute, which was not so bad, but the deceased customer was someone of great importance.
This customer was none other than the current emperor's own uncle!
The emperor's uncle died at "Baihua Lou"! This was a heinous crime!
If this news were to spread, everyone at "Baihua Lou," from the owner to the doorman, would probably be torn to pieces!
Therefore, although the old woman was terrified by the news, she acted decisively, sealing off the room where the incident occurred to prevent any leaks.
Of course, no matter how shrewd the old woman was, she was still a woman, and such a major case was beyond her ability to handle. She immediately summoned Xue Daosheng.
Xue Daosheng was the most famous constable in Taiyuan Village. Despite his young age, he had already solved thirty-four cases.
Xue Daosheng was a frequent visitor to the "Hundred Flowers Pavilion," and the old man never charged him. This favor, when calculated, was quite substantial, which was why the old man had summoned him.
Upon hearing of the death of the Imperial Uncle, Xue Daosheng was terrified, his hair turning white.
If this bloody case were exposed, not only would everyone at the "Hundred Flowers Pavilion" be executed, but all the officials in Taiyuan Village, big and small, would be implicated. At best
, they would be dismissed; at worst, exiled. Even he, the constable, would be held responsible.
Entering the room where the incident occurred, he saw two corpses laid out on the bed. Lifting the white sheet covering the bodies, Xue Daosheng saw that both were completely naked, yet without any wounds.
"Strange, weren't they murdered?"
"Yes!" The old man frowned, "Our Baihualou's security is renowned. Dozens of bodyguards stand guard day and night, and nothing has ever happened in over ten years..."
"How did you discover the Emperor's death?" "
As soon as the Emperor arrived at Baihualou, I was extra careful, fearing something might happen. Because the Emperor always travels incognito without guards, I specially arranged for two top bodyguards to protect him secretly."
"Then, who discovered the bodies?"
"It was those two bodyguards. After the Emperor and Xiaojuan entered the room, they waited for two whole hours without any movement before secretly poking a small hole in the window paper and peeking inside..."
The two corpses were naked. The Emperor was over sixty years old, dry and thin, and very unsightly.
Xiaojuan was probably only seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she was dead, she was still beautiful and charming, with high breasts and dark hair, which made Xue Daosheng's heart flutter.
"Officer Xue, the old man is prone to strokes. Could it be that the Imperial Uncle also died suddenly from a stroke during lovemaking?"
"Impossible." Xue Daosheng shook his head repeatedly. "If it was a stroke, then only the Imperial Uncle should have died! Why did this Xiao Juan also die? And she died quite peacefully!"
"Yes! This is very strange!" The old man said worriedly. "Officer Xue, what should we do about this?"
"Well then, I'll examine the bodies. They might have been poisoned by some strange poison. You all go out."
In ancient times, there were no professional forensic doctors, and the work of examining corpses was often done by constables.
Xue Daosheng considered himself the head constable, and his forensic knowledge was second to none at the time. He began to examine the corpses.
One was the dry and thin body of an old man, and the other was the body of a young girl full of spring. Without hesitation, Xue Daosheng examined the first one.
Xiao Juan's face was oval, her skin was tender and delicate, her eyes were open and closed, and her long, black eyelashes were slightly curled.
Her lips resembled two flower petals with exposed stems, and a faint smile lingered at the corners of her slightly concave mouth...
"She seems to still be alive..." Xue Daosheng murmured to himself.
He had been intimate with Xiao Juan several times, and Xiao Juan's wanton moans in bed were truly intoxicating.
It's said that her moans would make even the prostitutes in the Hundred Flowers Brothel blush...
"No wonder the Imperial Uncle specifically wanted her.
Xiao Juan is truly the number one harlot in the Hundred Flowers Brothel. Even in death, she still makes me hard..." As a constable, Xue Daosheng had dealt with corpses all his life, and he had never imagined that a female corpse could make his heart race, make him blush, and even make him swell... Her
jade-like breasts were cold to the touch, proving that she was indeed dead, but Xue Daosheng was intoxicated by stroking them...
The smooth skin and firm nipples were still so alluring, as if they contained unparalleled girlish charm...
He stroked her with complete absorption, just like when the two of them used to make love in bed... Her
flat abdomen was completely devoid of fat, concave downwards, with a small mound of earth at the lowest point...
"I never imagined she'd really end up buried in this earthen grave..."
Xue Daosheng's fingers gently brushed the grass atop the grave, a gesture he and Xiao Juan often made during their flirtations.
In the past, when he did this, Xiao Juan would let out moans that would make other prostitutes blush.
Now, she lay quietly on the bed, never to moan again. Xue Daosheng sighed sadly,
"Xiao Juan, I must find out the cause of your death..."
He composed himself and began examining Xiao Juan's body, from head to toe, but found nothing suspicious: there were no signs of poisoning, nor any sudden symptoms of illness. She had died inexplicably, leaving behind a mystery.
"Where did I miss?" Xue Daosheng pondered, then suddenly realized that the only part of Xiao Juan's body he hadn't examined was her private parts...
"Could the key to solving the case lie here?"
He hurriedly squatted down, reached out and grabbed Xiao Juan's feet, slowly separating them. Although she was a corpse, Xiao Juan's body was still very soft, as soft as when she was alive...
The lovely little cave was still red and still so lush and green...
Xue Daosheng looked at this familiar cave, his heart filled with emotion. This was a cave he had visited many times in the past, and the wonderful scenery inside had given him endless joy...
The cave was still infinitely beautiful and very tempting...
"There was no poisoning, no sudden illness, and no trace of murder. How did she die?"
Xue Daosheng sat in the chair, pondering deeply... The Imperial
Uncle's body was dry and thin, quite unpleasant, but as a law enforcement officer, he had to examine the Imperial Uncle's body.
Like Xiao Juan, the Imperial Uncle's body showed no signs of illness, neither sudden death nor conspiracy.
"Strange, everyone died together; poisoning is the most likely cause..."
Thinking this, Xue Daosheng took out a silver needle, inserted it into the Imperial Uncle's body, and pulled it out. It was still dripping with blood.
"The blood hasn't changed color, proving there was no poisoning!"
Xue Daosheng looked at the Imperial Uncle's corpse, even more puzzled.
What puzzled him most was that although the Imperial Uncle was dead, his manhood remained erect.
Thin and small, yet perfectly upright.
"How alluring is Xiao Juan? Even an old fellow like the Imperial Uncle can't resist her..."
He couldn't help but glance at Xiao Juan's cave, then at the Imperial Uncle's rod. Thinking of how the Imperial Uncle's rod had once penetrated his beloved cave, Xue Daosheng's heart was filled with mixed emotions...
"Penetrated into the cave?" He suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "I've checked Xiao Juan's entire body, but the only place I haven't checked is her cave!"
He stared at that incredibly alluring cave, his heart pounding. Could the cause of Xiao Juan's death be inside this cave...?
"Is it really that coincidental? Is it really that mysterious?" He pondered repeatedly, unable to make a decision.
Because he considered Xiao Juan his lover, not a prostitute.
Therefore, he truly wouldn't casually touch, let alone insert, the most sacred cave for women…
“But what if the cause of death was inside? Wouldn't I be so sorry to Xiao Juan?”
He struggled internally for a long time, and finally, his sense of responsibility as a constable compelled him to make a decision. He asked the old man for three sticks of incense, lit them, and bowed three times to Xiao Juan's body.
“Xiao Juan, if you have a spirit after death, please forgive my offense!”
He placed the incense, washed his hands carefully, and then inserted his fingers into the cave. Plastic gloves hadn't been invented in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, otherwise he certainly would have used them. His fingers slowly pushed in; the passage was still so narrow, so tight… Returning
to this familiar place, he seemed to hear Xiao Juan's frantic moans.
Suddenly, his fingers touched something! It wasn't the feeling of muscle!
“Inside her cave, there couldn't possibly be anything other than flesh!”
Xue Daosheng carefully probed the object from all directions with his fingers, finally confirming that it was a piece of cloth!
"How could there be a piece of cloth in a woman's cave?"
His heart pounded. "It seems I might have stumbled upon the truth behind her death!"
His fingers deftly hooked onto the cloth, slowly pulling it out. He tried several times, but finally succeeded in reaching
the narrow entrance of the cave, revealing a small corner of a yellow silk scarf.
He pinched the yellow scarf between two fingers and pulled it out.
The yellow scarf wasn't large, and it was crumpled from being soaked in water in the cave.
Xue Daosheng carefully spread the scarf out on the table. It was rectangular, with strange characters written on it in red cinnabar.
"It looks like some kind of talisman!" Xue Daosheng couldn't understand the strange characters. "But this scarf couldn't have been stuffed into Xiao Juan's cave for no reason; it must be the key to solving the case!" Xue Daosheng
then instructed the old general to lock the room where the crime scene was located. Anyway, it was winter, with heavy snow falling, and
the temperature in Taiyuan was very low; preserving the body for a day or two wouldn't be a problem.
He rushed back to the yamen, summoned all the constables, and asked them to study the strange script, but none of them could decipher it.
He then took the silk scarf to several of the most learned old scholars in Taiyuan, but none of them had ever seen such strange script before.
Xue Daosheng stared at the silk scarf, troubled.
He knew it was the key to solving the case, but he couldn't decipher the meaning of the strange script, which was incredibly frustrating.
Fortunately, one of the old scholars introduced him to his teacher, Master Yuan.
Xue Daosheng spurred his horse and galloped over a hundred miles through the heavy snow to find Master Yuan, who lived in seclusion in the snow-capped mountains.
"This is a Tibetan Tantric talisman," Master Yuan finally concluded after examining the yellow silk scarf several times.
"Then what does the script on this silk scarf mean?" Xue Daosheng was overjoyed, thinking he could solve the mystery.
"Tantric talismans, I can't understand them either," Master Yuan shook his head repeatedly.
"What? You don't understand either?" Xue Daosheng was stunned.
"However, there is someone who can understand talismans," Master Yuan enthusiastically pointed out, "He is the Living Buddha Shiqing of the Tantric sect!"
"What good is that?" Xue Daosheng said impatiently, "I can't possibly go all the way to Tibet to ask the Living Buddha!"
"No, the Living Buddha Shiqing lives right here in Taiyuan City!"
As the snow fell heavily, Xue Daosheng rode his horse back to Taiyuan City. As soon as he entered the city gate, his steed collapsed and died!
He didn't care about anything else and ran wildly through the snow until he reached a dilapidated temple.
In front of the temple, a girl of about seventeen or eighteen was sweeping snow with a bamboo broom in her hand...
"Miss, please inform the Living Buddha that Constable Xue Daosheng requests an audience."
The girl looked at Xue Daosheng with her big, watery eyes, full of curiosity.
"Miss, please inform him quickly!" Xue Daosheng was anxious and his heart was burning.
The young girl smiled sweetly: "I am the Living Buddha Shiqing!"
"What?!" Xue Daosheng's eyes nearly popped out of his head in astonishment!
The Living Buddha wasn't just not male, not only was she female, but a lively and innocent seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl!
—In
most people's imagination, a Living Buddha should be male, but this one was female.
—In most people's imagination, a Living Buddha should be elderly, but this one was young.
—A Living Buddha is usually serious and solemn, but this one was lively and energetic… In short, this girl didn't resemble a Living Buddha at all; she looked like a little sister next door.
Yet she insisted on calling herself the "Living Buddha Shiqing."
Xue Daosheng scrutinized her for a long time, finally understanding something. He smiled and patted the girl's head, saying, "Alright, little girl, stop joking. Quickly call your master out."
The girl's two large, dark eyes darted around, and she smiled, saying, "You really don't believe I'm a Living Buddha?"
Xue Daosheng looked at the girl, "Little girl, I beg you, stop playing around. Please inform the Living Buddha, okay?"
"You're so strange," the girl said coquettishly, "I've already told you I am a Living Buddha, why don't you believe me?"
"Fine! Since you say you're a Living Buddha! A Living Buddha should know everything, what do you know?"
The girl stared at the slightly angry Xue Daosheng, her eyes shining. She slowly raised her hands, and a string of prayer beads on her hands was as red as blood.
The girl counted the prayer beads, and her expression suddenly became stern.
Looking at her now, Xue Daosheng couldn't help but feel a little suspicious: "Judging from her serious expression, could she really be a living Buddha?"
The girl looked up at the sky, her expression solemn, her hands clasped together, and she was chanting incantations.
After a while, her fair face turned bright red, as if she had been greatly flushed.
The prayer beads in her hand spun faster and faster, until they were like a spinning top...
A wisp of white smoke slowly rose from above the girl's head...
Xue Daosheng was dumbfounded.
The girl seemed to be standing in a steamer, her whole body emitting white smoke. This magical sight left Xue Daosheng speechless.
"You came for two lives,"
the girl suddenly blurted out.
"What? You...you really guessed?"
"I didn't guess, I saw!"
"Saw?" Xue Daosheng was bewildered. "What did you see?"
"In a luxurious boudoir on the east side of the city, I saw the corpses of a man and a woman..."
"Living Buddha! She really is a Living Buddha!" Xue Daosheng was filled with admiration. "I didn't even explain my purpose, and she already knows about the murder at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion?"
Thinking of this, Xue Daosheng immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. "Living Buddha, please forgive me for my rudeness. May I ask, Living Buddha, can you see the past?"
Seeing the past meant seeing the process of the murder. As the head constable, Xue Daosheng's primary concern was naturally solving the case and catching the culprit.
The Living Buddha didn't answer; her eyes remained closed, and the white smoke emanating from her body grew even thicker…
“I saw an old man…”
“He is the Emperor’s uncle!”
“Ah! He’s starting to take off his clothes!” The girl suddenly exclaimed shyly in a soft voice, “He’s even taken off his pants, what does he want to do?”
“What does he want to do?” Xue Daosheng was taken aback. How could he explain this to this girl, whose heart was just beginning to open, or perhaps not yet?
“Oh dear, so ugly! So ugly! So scary!”
Although the Living Buddha’s eyes were closed, her face flushed as if she had seen a scene of eroticism…
“What’s so scary?”
Xue Daosheng asked anxiously, guessing that the Living Buddha must have seen the murderer.
“That old uncle actually… actually… took out a chopstick…”
“What is he doing with the chopstick?”
Xue Daosheng was also stunned for a moment. Did the uncle use chopsticks to kill someone?
“It’s not a real chopstick!” the Living Buddha said shyly.
"Fake chopsticks?" Xue Daosheng was even more confused. Chopsticks were made of bamboo, incredibly cheap, so what were fake chopsticks made of?
"Oh dear, how can you be so dense!" The Living Buddha stamped his foot shyly. "Fake chopsticks, of course, are made of...meat!"
Xue Daosheng suddenly realized! The Living Buddha was referring to the Imperial Uncle's...thing, but he still didn't quite understand.
"Living Buddha, that's a man's thing, it should be called a stick more appropriately. You said chopsticks, of course I wouldn't associate it with that."
"Things that are thick are called sticks!" The Living Buddha smiled mischievously. "But the Imperial Uncle's thing is too thin, like a chopstick. According to some rumors, the Imperial Uncle was a womanizer, neglecting state affairs, and chasing after women everywhere. Later, he fell seriously ill, and from then on, that thing became 'chopsticks'..."
Xue Daosheng thought of the shape of "chopsticks" and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The Living Buddha, caught up in his laughter, dropped her prayer beads and burst into tears, clutching her stomach. She showed none of the airs of a Living Buddha, acting more like a lively and mischievous young girl.
Tears streamed down her face as she laughed, her body limp against Xue Daosheng, gasping for breath, "My goodness... my stomach hurts from laughing so much..."
A sweet, youthful fragrance wafted over, causing Xue Daosheng's heart to flutter.
Looking down at the Living Buddha leaning on his shoulder, her handsome face flushed crimson, her well-developed breasts heaving with her laughter...
"Such a beautiful girl, no one would believe she's a Living Buddha,"
Xue Daosheng said politely, helping the Living Buddha to her feet.
The Living Buddha wiped away the tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, a gesture that was truly charming...
"Living Buddha," Xue Daosheng said, his smile fading, bowing respectfully with both hands, "Please continue reading, what happened to the Imperial Uncle later?"
The girl picked up the prayer beads she had just dropped, stood up, closed her eyes again, and began spinning the beads, chanting incantations...
The prayer beads spun rapidly...
Above the Living Buddha's head, a wisp of white smoke rose slowly...
"Ah! I see four legs moving erratically in mid-air..."
"Four legs? What kind of monster is this? Able to walk in mid-air?"
"The Living Buddha is too good at metaphors!" Xue Daosheng couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Xue Daosheng suddenly wondered if these monsters were the cause of death.
"Oh dear, what have you been thinking about?" the Living Buddha complained. "A man and a woman, they have four legs, don't they? Can't you even think of that?"
"A man and a woman, yes, they have four legs," Xue Daosheng asked doubtfully, "but why are their four legs
pointing upwards?" "Fool! They don't point upwards when they're walking, but when they're lying in bed, when they're playing games!"
"Playing games? What games?"
"Fake melon! Idiot! Dumb donkey! Confused ghost! Moron! Wooden man!..."
The Living Buddha launched into a tirade, leaving Xue Daosheng stunned. She hadn't expected this still-childish girl to suddenly throw such a tantrum.
"A man and a woman, in bed, what kind of games could they be playing?" The Living Buddha, both ashamed and furious, roared at the top of her lungs!
Xue Daosheng suddenly realized, involuntarily slapping his head: "I'm so stupid!"
The Imperial Uncle was a client, and Xiao Juan was a prostitute! In the brothel, they were obviously doing the most primal things!
"How could I not have thought of that?"
Xue Daosheng wasn't exactly a gentleman; he often frequented brothels, but why was he suddenly so dense, unable to grasp the nature of their relationship?
Perhaps it was because he was in front of the Living Buddha? Sometimes, people become slow-witted in the presence of someone of mysterious and high status!
The white smoke grew thicker, and the prayer beads spun faster and faster…
“They’re shouting!”
“Shouting!” Xue Daosheng immediately tensed up again. “Is it because the murderer assassinated Shi Qi, and they’re calling for help?”
“Living Buddha, this is an important clue!” Xue Daosheng urged anxiously, “Can you hear what they’re shouting?”
The Living Buddha closed his eyes, listening intently…
“That royal uncle… he’s calling… strange… he’s calling: ‘Sister’…” She was puzzled. “That woman could be his granddaughter, why is he calling her ‘sister’? Did he call her the wrong name?”
Xue Daosheng couldn’t help but smile wryly. Perhaps this Living Buddha was completely ignorant about matters between men and women in bed.
“Living Buddha, don’t worry about what they call each other.” He suppressed a laugh and said, “Anyway, when you’re in bed, lying on your back, people’s terms of address get all mixed up!”
“That’s right! Now I hear that woman calling the royal uncle ‘good brother’ again, so that doesn’t make any sense?” "
Alright, Living Buddha, listen carefully, don't miss a single word, perhaps there's a clue to solving the case in there!"
"She's calling out... Good brother... You... are too thick... Filled... Full... Almost... Bursting me..."
Xue Daosheng was like a living Buddha.
The most lewd and vulgar moans, emanating from her sacred mouth, possessed a unique charm.
Xue Daosheng's heart pounded involuntarily, a strange urge stirring within him…
"No! I can't let my mind wander! She's a living Buddha!"
Xue Daosheng suppressed his inner turmoil, listening intently to the living Buddha's words…
"Good brother… good royal uncle… you're… making me… feel like an immortal… pull out… oh… dear darling… you… are so great… little bitch… so wanton… little slut… I love your rod to death!"
"No!"
"Living Buddha! Something's wrong!" Xue Daosheng cried out repeatedly.
"What's wrong?" The Living Buddha said displeasedly, "You doubt my magic! My ability to travel back in time is unique and always works!"
"No, Living Buddha, I'm not saying you misheard, but that Xiao Juan called it wrong. She called the Imperial Uncle's thing a 'stick,' something like 'so thick,' something like 'full,' something like 'bursting'..."
"What's wrong with that? That's really what she called it!"
"But, in the first scene you just saw, you clearly saw the Imperial Uncle as a chopstick. A chopstick can't turn into a stick!" Xue Daosheng shouted as if he'd been electrocuted! This startled the Living Buddha awake!
"Hey! Can you stop making a racket?" She glared at him angrily.
"Right, how could there be such a drastic change?"
"Living Buddha, because you missed a scene!" Xue Daosheng explained.
"When you saw the first scene, the Imperial Uncle had just taken out the chopsticks. Now you're seeing the third scene, and the two are already making love in bed. There's a missing detail! How did that prostitute Xiao Juan enter the room? How did she undress? How did they flirt? How did they get into bed...? We didn't see any of that. Perhaps this missing detail is the key to solving the case!"
"Alright, let me see again." The Living Buddha closed his eyes again.
His prayer beads spun, white smoke billowed
... "Ah! Now I know why the chopsticks turned into a stick!"
"Living Buddha, what exactly did you see?"
"I saw Xiao Juan sitting in front of the Imperial Uncle, holding a yellow cloth in her hand, wrapping it around the chopsticks again and again, turning them into a stick!"
A yellow cloth? So that's where the yellow cloth was used.
Before having sex, the Imperial Uncle used the yellow cloth to wrap his penis into a thick stick before inserting it.
It's possible the yellow cloth slipped off during the thrusting, which is why it remained inside Xiao Juan's body...
"Living Buddha, I've wrapped that yellow cloth around myself now." Xue Daosheng leaped onto his body, retrieved the yellow cloth, and handed it to the Living Buddha: "There are strange symbols drawn on it..."
The Living Buddha unfolded the yellow cloth and examined it closely: "Oh, these are our Tantric symbols."
"Living Buddha, do you know what these symbols mean?"
"Let me see..." The Living Buddha examined the yellow cloth carefully: "Ah, it says that this yellow cloth was originally a pair of underwear belonging to the Great Bliss Buddha of India." "
The Great Bliss Buddha's underwear?"
"Later, it was given to several of his disciples, cut in half, and each received a piece of cloth. This cloth has absorbed the essence of the Great Bliss Buddha's organs for three thousand years, therefore it is the most erotic object in the world. If a man wraps this around his penis, it becomes an indestructible golden rod, allowing him to have sex with ten women in one night without ejaculating!"
"Ah? So the Yellow Turban is this magical?"
Xue Daosheng had heard of aphrodisiacs and rumors about erotic instruments, but he never imagined that a piece of cloth could become such an object of extreme lust...
Holding the Yellow Turban, he was stunned!
"Officer Xue, the Yellow Turban you hold is the supreme object of lust in the world, a priceless treasure! You are the happiest man in the world!"
Holding the Yellow Turban, Xue Daosheng couldn't help but gaze at the young woman before him!
The Living Buddha's face was rosy and radiant with feminine charm. What should Xue Daosheng do next?
Could he dare to...?
The
Yellow Turban was soft and fluffy, as yellow as gold.
Looking at the yellow cloth, a strange feeling rose in Xue Daosheng's heart.
"The Great Bliss Buddha? Could there really be a Buddha in this world? There are countless Buddhas in Buddhist teachings, but they are all solemn, compassionate, and serious. Only the Great Bliss Buddha is not only unserious, but extremely unserious! This is because the Great Bliss Buddha is famous for his sexuality.
He loves women, and it is said that women fall in love with him at first sight, even some less enlightened Buddhas are often seduced by him.
The Great Bliss Buddha exudes boundless masculine charm; it is said that a single glance from him can captivate women.
He has also devoted his life to researching sexual positions between men and women, reportedly having as many as 108 different ways.
Many women, upon tasting... " These 108 positions all willingly abandon their families and children, like dogs, to follow the Buddha of Bliss.
In short, the Buddha of Bliss was a master of sexology in his lifetime, and it is truly a strange tale that he was able to become a Buddha after death based on his expertise in sexology.
It can be seen that Heaven does not reject sexual love between men and women, so it specially established a Buddha of Bliss for people to worship.
After the Buddha of Bliss became a Buddha, his golden body, including his hair, became the most erotic thing in the world.
Underwear is the most earthly sexual organ, and it has absorbed the masculine essence of the Buddha of Bliss for a long time. Even the hair has more magical power...”
Xue Daosheng touched the yellow cloth strip with his hand, which was part of the Buddha of Bliss’s underwear.
It was strangely smooth to the touch, and he could not tell whether it was cloth or silk.
"It's neither cotton nor silk," the Living Buddha chuckled, telling him, "No one knows what its material is. Buddhist scriptures say it's formed from the saliva of a divine bird from the Western Paradise, but that's just Buddhist lore. I don't know how it ended up in the hands of the Imperial Uncle."
"The Imperial Uncle is a lewd man," Xue Daosheng explained, "He'd spend a fortune searching for rare medicines and aphrodisiacs among the common people. It could also be a treasure from the imperial palace throughout history."
"Officer Xue, congratulations!"
"Congratulations to me? I haven't solved a case, what's there to be happy about?"
"This yellow turban is the underwear of the Great Joyful Buddha, and it's also the most lewd thing in the world. With this yellow turban, you'll be the number one man in the world."
Officer Xue's face flushed instantly: "You! Don't talk nonsense... what number one man in the world?"
"You can get ten times the pleasure!"
"Ten times the pleasure—wouldn't that mean I'd ejaculate very quickly?"
"If you ejaculate too quickly, then it won't be considered a relic of the Blissful Buddha. Using this yellow cloth, you can not only get ten times the pleasure, but also last ten times longer."
"Ten times longer? How can a woman endure that?"
"Women not only endure it, but they also welcome it very much!" the Living Buddha said with a smile.
Her expression was cheerful, and even when talking about sex between men and women, she was uninhibited and without any hesitation.
"Tibetan women regard sex between men and women as much as eating and sleeping, it is the most important thing in life, so they speak frankly and openly, without any dirty concepts. On the contrary, we Han people, who consider ourselves a land of propriety, regard sex as obscene."
Xue Daosheng looked at this innocent and naive young Living Buddha girl, and a feeling of shame arose in his heart.
"Officer Xue, you don't believe me?" The Living Buddha looked at him in surprise and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it yourself!"
"Try it myself?" Xue Daosheng was momentarily confused.
"Wrap a yellow cloth around your penis!"
The Living Buddha said innocently, which made Xue Daosheng blush with embarrassment and speechless.
"Really, as long as you wrap a yellow cloth around your penis."
The Living Buddha's handsome face radiated youthful brilliance, and his high breasts displayed endless charm...
Xue Daosheng's heart pounded.
"Could the Living Buddha be hinting at something?"
Her large, watery eyes sparkled with passionate light, her small, red lips parted slightly in a charming smile, and two shallow dimples on her rosy cheeks added to her alluring charm.
"If I could sleep with a girl like this, it would be one of the greatest pleasures in life! Besides, she has already hinted so obviously..."
Xue Daosheng held the yellow turban flatly, gazing at the Living Buddha's innocent appearance, his mind filled with conflicting thoughts...
"Officer Xue, do you want to try it or not?"
"I..." Officer Xue suddenly blurted out, "Will you try it with me?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, he dared not look up, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The Living Buddha looked at him, her face showing neither surprise nor blame. Instead, she replied with a tolerant smile, "We Tibetan girls consider sexual intercourse between men and women a very ordinary form of intercourse. I didn't care either way. However, don't forget, I am a Living Buddha. From birth, I was chosen to inherit this position. Therefore, I must remain a virgin to complete my mission..."
Night.
The wind and snow were biting.
The small inn creaked in the wind and snow.
Its wooden structure seemed unable to withstand the ravages of the fierce winds and snow, appearing ready to collapse at any moment...
In this small inn in Banlan, Xue Daosheng lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The cold wind whistled in through the cracks in the wooden walls, causing the oil lamp on the table to flicker...
The yellow cloth lay on the table beside the lamp, appearing particularly yellow under the light...
"Could it really be an item of some kind of Living Buddha?"
Xue Daosheng couldn't help but feel doubtful. This yellow cloth was no different from any other yellow cloth, utterly unremarkable, quite unlike its reputation...
"Perhaps the Living Buddha is deceiving me?"
He suddenly thought. This Living Buddha was no different from any other girl, innocent and lively, quite incongruous with her title of Living Buddha...
"Because she's a living Buddha, she couldn't answer that she didn't know. So when she saw this yellow turban, she had to make up some nonsense about a 'Buddha of Bliss' underwear. It's utterly absurd. As soon as I said I wanted to try it on her, she immediately backed down."
Thinking this, Xue Daosheng picked up the yellow turban and stroked it in his palm.
"If it's a priceless treasure, then I can resell it and make a fortune!"
Thinking this, he unconsciously wrapped the yellow turban around his fingers. Suddenly, a strange sensation arose in his fingers, as if a blood vessel was throbbing...
"Hmm, could there really be something strange about this yellow turban?"
Xue Daosheng thought: If I want to resell it, I have to try it myself to prove its effectiveness! Otherwise, why would anyone be so foolish as to pay money for this unremarkable strip of yellow cloth?
He took off his pants and then wrapped the yellow turban around his penis, round and round.
After being wrapped, the entire stick became thick and long, like a rolling pin, which even he found amusing. He lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.
"That Uncle Wang died using this thing. Although the cause of death is unknown, it's definitely related to the Yellow Turbans. Could this yellow turban be the deadly thing?"
Thinking this, a chill ran down his spine. He reached out to untie the turban, and just then, a tingling sensation suddenly spread through his penis…
This feeling usually only occurred during penetration, but now, simply wrapping the turban around him produced this pleasurable sensation. It seemed this turban truly possessed magical properties…
Waves of tingling, waves of pleasure…
waves of comfort, waves of moans…
Xue Daosheng felt a pang of shame. He wasn't moaning because of a woman, but because of a piece of cloth…
He closed his eyes, and images flashed before his eyes… The Living Buddha's handsome face, full breasts, and slender waist...
Her silvery laughter swirled around him...
Even more strangely, though his eyes were closed, he seemed to see the Living Buddha alluringly removing her clothes...
one by one, her snow-white body, like a mountain peak shrouded in mist, gradually revealing its true form after a gentle breeze...
Seeing the naked body of his dream lover, Xue Daosheng was ecstatic, almost shouting out loud...
At this moment, he realized the wonder of the Yellow Turban; it wasn't just that it could directly stimulate the sexual organs, but also that it could stimulate the cerebral cortex, causing strange sexual hallucinations...
And in Xue Daosheng's heart, the person he admired most was that proud and adorable Living Buddha.
And now, the Yellow Turban had given him such a hallucination!
Xue Daosheng forced himself to get out of bed; he didn't want to become a sexual hallucinator—what difference was there between that and masturbation?
He pushed open the window, and the cold wind, swirling with snowflakes, rushed in, the icy stimulation bringing him back to his senses.
"Great Joyful Buddha, you are truly amazing! Your underwear is so magical, truly worthy of being called the most sacred object in the world!"
At this moment, he could already imagine that when his uncle was using this yellow turban, he might be fantasizing about making love with the Empress!
Xue Daosheng was not a lewd man. He knew he couldn't keep clinging to the yellow turban, otherwise, in this small inn, he wouldn't be able to find a prostitute and would have nowhere to vent his frustrations, making things even more embarrassing.
He reached out to untie the yellow turban, but just as he untied the first loop, his hand suddenly stopped!
Outside the window, on the vast white snow, a woman walked towards him!
She had a beautiful face and a seductive waist...
"Living Buddha?"
Xue Daosheng was dumbfounded. What was the Living Buddha doing at the inn at this time?
The Living Buddha walked to the inn's entrance, looked up at Xue Daosheng, and smiled sweetly...
That smile almost stole Xue Daosheng's soul!
"It seems the Living Buddha didn't just happen to be passing by, nor did she come looking for anyone else; she truly came to find me!"
His heart pounded. Could it be that the Living Buddha had come to...
"Impossible! To become a Living Buddha, one must be a virgin! A Living Buddha wouldn't ruin her reputation for a single night of pleasure!"
He craned his neck to look outside and was even more stunned!
The Living Buddha stood in the snow, slowly untying her skirt and removing her clothes!
"In this icy snow, she's completely naked?"
White snowflakes drifted down onto her white breasts...
Xue Daosheng saw the Living Buddha's naked body for the first time, and he was utterly dumbfounded!
The Living Buddha looked up and smiled at the ground: "Fool, hurry up and get down!"
"I'm here!"
Xue Daosheng shouted, pressing his hands against the window and leaping out. His room was on the second floor, but as a constable, his martial arts skills were top-notch. The soft snow made him land lightly, and he stared blankly at the Living Buddha, panting.
The Living Buddha was completely naked, provocatively twisting his waist, his snow-white breasts trembling, exuding an intoxicating allure.
The stick wrapped in yellow cloth was about to explode…
"Living Buddha!…I…really…can't hold back…"
Xue Daosheng growled, embracing the Living Buddha and collapsing onto the soft snow… In
the freezing cold, most people would feel cold even in thick cotton clothes, but Xue Daosheng felt burning hot all over. Only by taking off his clothes could he feel a slight reduction in the explosive sensation.
The two rolled around in the snow, their four hands exploring every part of their bodies. Their lips were already pressed tightly together, their tongues locked in a fierce battle...
The yellow scarf provided boundless energy, transforming Xue Daosheng into a crazed beast. He treated the Living Buddha like a pitiful little animal, wantonly ravaging her... The
Living Buddha seemed quite satisfied with this torment, stretching her throat and moaning loudly, screaming wildly...
From the inn's windows, all the guests were startled by these lewd cries. Many stood at the windows, looking out and enjoying this rare spectacle of live sex...
Xue Daosheng was still in the throes of ecstasy, oblivious to the number of people watching him, and launched his final thrust...
"I'm going to cum!" he roared...
After the climax, Xue Daosheng embraced the Living Buddha, wanting to kiss her,
only to realize that beneath him was not the Living Buddha, but an old beggar woman
. To find out what happens next, please stay tuned for the next installment.
—After
his climax, Xue Daosheng regained his senses and realized that beneath him was not a living Buddha, but an old and ugly beggar.
"How could this be?"
Xue Daosheng jumped up in shock, staring at the beggar in disbelief. She was a woman in her sixties, her ugly face covered in pustules, her teeth rotten, one eye blind, and her body emitting a foul stench…
"You…you…how did you get here?"
Even in the freezing winter snow, Xue Daosheng broke out in a cold sweat.
"Officer Xue, you are truly a hero," the beggar woman groaned, "I have never experienced such wonderful pleasure in my life…"
Seeing the beggar woman's ecstatic state, Xue Daosheng could no longer explain his momentary curiosity in wrapping a yellow cloth around his penis…
He confirmed that the object of his recent sexual encounter was this woman who would normally make him recoil.
"Ah!" Xue Daosheng screamed, collapsing unconscious on the snow.
"Haha..." The guests watching the commotion from the inn's window laughed. This was the first time they'd ever seen such a spectacle, and they certainly never imagined that the leading man,
Xue Daosheng, would be playing the male lead. He'd discovered that the "Great Joy Buddha's" underwear possessed incredible power; it was not only large and long-lasting, but it also created fantasies. For example, he mistook a dirty, ugly beggar woman for a beautiful young Buddhist maiden.
Even worse, this misunderstanding could cost him his official position. A dozen or so inn guests had witnessed his performance with the beggar woman. If this news reached the magistrate's ears, his reputation would be ruined, and he'd never be able to walk in Taiyuan again.
That night, Xue Daosheng pondered the situation, unable to sleep.
The next day, upon arriving at the yamen, his subordinates hurriedly informed the underlings: "Brother, something terrible has happened! Someone has delivered a message saying you raped a beggar woman in the snow, a scandalous act..."
Upon hearing this, Xue Daosheng inwardly groaned, but forced a smile: "Would I rape an old beggar woman? Haha, you all know my taste, I, Xue Daosheng, frequent brothels. How could I do such a shameful thing?" "
Yes, we certainly believe in your character, brother, but the complaint has been signed by more than ten people, and the magistrate is personally handling it...
" "What?" Xue Daosheng's heart nearly stopped in shock: "The complaint has already been delivered to the magistrate?"
"Yes, the magistrate has ordered that you come to the inner hall immediately upon arrival..."
"Fine, I'll go. If I haven't done anything wrong, I have nothing to fear..."
Xue Daosheng steeled himself and entered the inner hall, his heart pounding like a drum.
"Oh no, how am I supposed to explain this to the master? So many people are talking about it, how can I deny it? I can't exactly say that the Great Joyful Buddha is playing a trick on me, nor can I say that I put a yellow cloth on my penis out of curiosity..."
The more he thought about it, the colder he felt. He went into the inner hall and saw the dignified Governor of Taiyuan, Yang Gen. His heart trembled even more, and his knees buckled as he knelt down: "Head Constable Xue Daosheng greets Your Excellency for the third time."
Governor Yang held a petition in his hand and said, "Xue Daosheng, do you know that more than ten people have accused you of publicly raping an old beggar woman?"
"Old...old..." Xue Daosheng was so frightened that his tongue tied in knots. As the
saying goes, a guilty conscience needs no accuser. He lowered his head, preparing to confess...
"You don't need to say anything, I know you are innocent!"
"What?" Xue Daosheng was dumbfounded.
"More than ten eyewitnesses have accused him, so why does Prefect Yang say he's innocent? Is the magistrate planning to cover up his own adultery?
" "This old beggar woman's name is Cui Shi, isn't it?" Prefect Yang smiled.
"Yes..." Xue Daosheng was baffled.
"I've already had Constable Wang investigate. This Cui Shi froze to death in the snow three days ago. How could you have raped her yesterday? So I know you're innocent."
"Cui Shi died three days ago?"
Xue Daosheng's mouth gaped open in astonishment, unable to close it for a long time.
The old beggar woman really had died three days ago, yet he had raped her, and she was clearly alive. What was going on?
Filled with doubts, Xue Daosheng went to the Living Buddha again, hoping the all-knowing Living Buddha could enlighten him...
Just as he stepped into the Living Buddha's courtyard, he saw the Living Buddha, dressed in a red dress, still building a snowman.
"This doesn't look like a Living Buddha at all! She's clearly just a little girl!"
Xue Daosheng shook his head repeatedly, his trust in the Living Buddha immediately diminishing.
"Oh, Officer Xue, congratulations!"
The Living Buddha saw Xue Daosheng and immediately asked him with a grin, her two little braids swaying with her cute movements.
"Congratulate me? I have nothing to congratulate you on!"
"You clearly raped Cui Shishi, and despite more than ten witnesses, you couldn't be prosecuted. Can't I congratulate you?"
Xue Daosheng was startled by the Living Buddha's words. It seemed this lively and bouncy girl really did have some ability to foresee the future! Thinking of this, Xue Daosheng immediately bowed respectfully.
"Living Buddha, I'm also puzzled by this matter. Is Cui Shishi dead or alive?"
"She's dead, and she's alive."
"What are you talking about?" Xue Daosheng was getting impatient.
"What do you mean, 'both dead and alive'?"
"Cui Shishi did indeed die three days ago." The Living Buddha wasn't angry at all, and patiently explained, "But when you were making love to her, she came back to life!"
"What? You mean, last night..."
"Yes, last night you defiled a corpse!"
"Ah?" Xue Daosheng's blood turned ice-cold!
Corpse defilement? What a terrifying thing! He never imagined it would happen to him!
"But..." Xue Daosheng was somewhat incredulous: "Corpse defilement can't bring a corpse back to life! Don't try to fool me!"
"That's right! Ordinary people can't bring a corpse back to life by defilement." The Living Buddha pointed to his genitals on the ground: "But yesterday when you were defiled by the corpse, your penis was covered with that yellow cloth! The yellow cloth was imbued with the divine energy of the Great Joyful Buddha, and your penis carried that divine energy into the woman's body, so the female corpse naturally came back to life..."
"Ah!" Xue Daosheng finally understood.
"Ugh...!" He huddled in the corner, straining his throat, and vomited violently.
The Living Buddha looked at him, his face showing understanding.
Any man who finds out that he has unintentionally had sex with a corpse will have the same reaction.
"Officer Xue, congratulations!"
"Damn it!" Xue Daosheng spat out halfway, then suddenly raised his head and cursed, "I've already committed the heinous crime of necrophilia, and you're still congratulating me?"
"Think about it, the case of the Imperial Uncle and Xiao Juan's murders is still hanging in the balance. Until it's solved, your position is in jeopardy."
"Nonsense, do you think I don't know that?" Thinking of the double murder case, Xue Daosheng immediately lowered his head dejectedly. "The problem is, there's no clue how to solve it!" "
As long as Xiao Juan comes back to life, you can solve the case!"
"Nonsense! Xiao Juan is already dead, how can she come back to life?" Xue Daosheng was terrified. Yesterday's necrophilia wasn't scary because it happened within an illusion.
Now, knowing it was a corpse, he was going to commit necrophilia—that was too cruel!
"Wasn't Cui Shi also dead? Why can she come back to life!"
"Huh?" Xue Daosheng was stunned.
"Because of the Yellow Turbans!" the Living Buddha explained. "The frozen-to-death Cui Shi was brought back to life by the Yellow Turbans. Why don't you try it on Xiao Juan again?"
"What? I'm going to commit necrophilia again?"
"Officer Xue, this time I have a premonition that as long as you commit necrophilia again, Xiao Juan will definitely come back to life!"
Xue Daosheng's pale face was covered in sweat.
Cultivating necrophilia could solve the case! But he really couldn't accept the horrifying act of necrophilia!
Hundred Flowers Pavilion, a room locked with a large padlock.
The old man unlocked the door with a key and immediately ran away, leaving Xue Daosheng alone to enter the room.
Inside the room, the bodies of the Imperial Uncle and Xiao Juan were still preserved.
The cold winter temperature had prevented the bodies from decaying; they even looked lifelike.
Especially Xiao Juan's body, it was exactly as it had been when she was alive. Xue Daosheng had reached a point where he had no choice. He carefully bolted the door, though actually, it didn't matter if he didn't bolt it.
Everyone in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion knew there were two corpses in this room, and no one dared approach it in the dead of night.
Xue Daosheng took off his trousers and slowly wrapped a yellow cloth around his penis...
In the dead of winter, snowflakes were falling outside the window, and most people would shiver from the cold even when clothed. But Xue Daosheng, completely naked, felt no cold at all. The yellow
cloth generated a surge of heat, which flowed continuously throughout his body...
He began to feel hot all over, his heart pounded, and his blood surged...
At this moment, he lifted the sheet covering Xiao Juan...
Xiao Juan, completely naked, her high breasts seemed to tremble elastically...
Her lips were red, thin, and slightly parted, as if waiting for his kiss...
Scenes of his past intimate moments with Xiao Juan flashed through Xue Daosheng's mind...
"Good brother... brother... come quickly!"
Xiao Juan's passionate moans echoed around him again, resonating in his heartstrings...
He couldn't help but lower his head and gently kiss Xiao Juan's lips...
Her lips were cool, yet incredibly soft...
Xue Daosheng's heart skipped a beat, and he kissed her even more forcefully, slowly moving his lips towards her two towering snow-capped peaks... The snow-capped
peaks were also cool, but equally soft, as if beneath their towering heights lay boundless vitality.
Xue Daosheng extended his tongue, gently licking the small red nipple atop the snow-capped peak, just as he had done when flirting with Xiao Juan before. The
small red nipple was Xiao Juan's most sensitive part; in the past, when he licked it, Xiao Juan's moans would begin to grow louder. He licked it with relish, opening his lips to hold the small red nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on it...
The small red nipple, soaked in saliva in his mouth, seemed to swell!
Xue Daosheng's body was burning hot; he completely forgot he was a corpse...
The stick wrapped in yellow cloth stood erect and stiff, like a red-hot iron rod just pulled from a furnace, urgently needing to be quenched in a cold cave...
The cave was, of course, cold and somewhat dry... The yellow
cloth wrapped around the stick made it even more difficult to move...
However, the inexhaustible heat emanating from the yellow cloth not only fueled Xue Daosheng's lust, making the iron rod burn even redder, but with each thrust, the heat radiated outwards, melting the frost in the cold cave...
The ice melted, turning into water, and the water in the cave increased drop by drop...
The movement of the iron rod began to become smoother...
Xue Daosheng's thrusts became more powerful, each strike hitting Xiao Juan's body, her breasts swaying...
Heavy breathing came from Xue the Constable's nostrils. The initial thrusting was naturally somewhat difficult, especially the whole... The bed creaked and groaned...
The blizzard outside seemed to be singing a joyous song...
Constable Xue's onslaught was overwhelming...
His eyes blazed with madness...
Xue Daosheng's ten fingers dug deep into Xiao Juan's skin,
his whole body drenched in sweat, as if engaged in a life-or-death struggle...
With each frantic thrust, his entire being's energy condensed into a boiling point, searching for an outlet, ready to ejaculate at any moment. The Great Joy Buddha's underwear was indeed boundless in its power; the yellow cloth seemed to be a living thing, grasping Xue Daosheng's every wriggle, preparing to stop him from exploding...
Ten times thicker, ten times longer, ten times more pleasure,
Xue Daosheng's soul seemed to float to the heavens...
His body, however, was like a tireless machine, thrusting back and forth...
His lips were already bleeding from being bitten by his own teeth...
The bones in his entire body were about to shatter in the intense movement!
"Ah..."
He roared at the top of his lungs, like a wild beast...
Then, he lay on top of Xiao Juan, like a lifeless corpse...
For a long, long time, he remained motionless, breathing softly, with only the sound of wind and snow singing outside the window...
"Officer Xue, what are you doing here?"
It was Xiao Juan's surprised voice! She had come back to life!
To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next chapter.
--Xiao
Juan has come back to life!
Xue Daosheng could hardly believe his eyes, but it was true! Xiao
Juan had not only come back to life, but she had also reached out and hugged him, cooing sweetly.
"Brother Constable, I'm so sorry, I actually fell asleep!"
"No, Xiao Juan, you weren't asleep, you were dead!"
Hearing Xue Daosheng's words, Xiao Juan laughed heartily, lightly punching his body with her fist.
"Did you kill me? Your Southern Kingdom is really powerful!"
"Really, Xiao Juan, have you forgotten?" Xue Daosheng pointed: "Look over there, who's that?"
Xiao Juan turned her head and looked. In the corner of the room was a bamboo bed, and lying on it was a person...
"Who is this?" Xiao Juan was a little unhappy: "Why is she sleeping in my room?"
"She is the Imperial Uncle."
"Imperial Uncle?" Xiao Juan was stunned!
"Xiao Juan, do you remember being with the Imperial Uncle?"
"I... I think... it seems..." Xiao Juan racked her brains. Xue Daosheng reached out and untied the yellow cloth draped over his penis, handing it to Xiao Juan.
"Did the Imperial Uncle use this yellow cloth?"
"That's right! The yellow cloth! I remember!"
Xiao Juan suddenly exclaimed, "The Imperial Uncle used this yellow cloth! That's right!"
As she spoke, Xiao Juan couldn't help but look at the bamboo bed again: "Why is the Imperial Uncle lying over there?"
"He's dead!"
"He's dead?" Xiao Juan was shocked: "How could he die?"
"How could he die? That's a question for you."
"Ask me? I didn't murder the Imperial Uncle!"
Xiao Juan trembled with fear: "Officer, you must believe me. I'm innocent!"
Xiao Juan thought the brothel madam was preparing to frame her, pushing her out as a scapegoat, which often happened in that era.
"Xiao Juan, don't worry," Xue Daosheng understood Xiao Juan's feelings, "I didn't say you murdered the Imperial Uncle."
"You believe me?" Xiao Juan seemed somewhat skeptical.
"Of course I believe you. Because you and the Imperial Uncle died two days ago!"
"What? I've been dead for two days? Don't lie to me!"
"Really, Xiao Juan, at a time like this, why would I lie to you? The Imperial Uncle is dead! We're all guilty!
" "Ah!" Xiao Juan turned pale with fright, "I don't want to die!"
"Tell me quickly about what happened between you and the Imperial Uncle, at least let me solve the case!"
Two days ago, the Imperial Uncle came to the Hundred Flowers Brothel.
The Imperial Uncle's favorite person was Xiao Juan, not only because she was the most beautiful prostitute in the Hundred Flowers Brothel, but also because she had the best moaning skills, always leaving the Imperial Uncle with unforgettable memories.
The Imperial Uncle was over sixty years old, short and thin, and when he took off his clothes, he was practically a skeleton.
Especially his manhood, which was thin and short.
As the top courtesan, Xiao Juan hated receiving guests from the Imperial Uncle the most.
But since he was the Imperial Uncle, no one could afford to offend him. Xiao Juan could only force a smile.
But today, the Imperial Uncle was different from usual, because he had wrapped his penis with a yellow cloth, making it long and thick, so that at first glance, it looked like a stick cast in gold.
Xiao Juan laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Uncle, what are you doing?"
The uncle's face flushed red, and he gasped, "Little bitch, don't underestimate this yellow turban. It's a divine artifact!" "
A divine artifact?" Xiao Juan was completely incredulous. "It's just an ordinary yellow turban!"
"Silly girl," the uncle laughed, "I bought it from a Western Region merchant for a thousand taels of gold."
"A thousand taels of gold?" Xiao Juan stuck out her tongue, almost unable to retract it. "What's so magical about this yellow turban?"
"You'll know once you try it!"
The uncle said, suddenly pushing Xiao Juan down onto the bed and tearing her skirt. The silk white skirt was ripped to shreds, like snowflakes falling around the bed, revealing Xiao Juan's snow-white flesh little by little amidst the falling snowflakes.
Xiao Juan had never seen the uncle so crazy.
"Could it really be because he's wrapped in a yellow cloth?" she secretly wondered. "Impossible, he must have taken some kind of aphrodisiac."
In the dim candlelight, Xiao Juan had transformed into a naked white sheep, her entire body pure white except for a tuft of black hair...
"Ah! So beautiful...so beautiful..."
The Imperial Uncle's voice was slightly excited. When kissing her, he held Xiao Juan's head, as if trying to suck her tongue in.
The Imperial Uncle was the Emperor, a man of noble birth, while Xiao Juan was a prostitute, the lowest of the low.
The disparity in their status meant that there was no emotional exchange between them, only lustful demands.
Therefore, the Imperial Uncle had visited the Hundred Flowers Brothel dozens of times, but he never kissed any of the prostitutes.
But today was completely different. The Imperial Uncle didn't act like a customer, but more like a lover...
"Oh... Xiao Juan... touch me... touch me quickly..."
The Imperial Uncle panted heavily. Xiao Juan tremblingly reached down and grasped the stick wrapped in the yellow cloth, feeling a burning sensation...
"Good... good... little bitch... you're holding me... so comfortable..."
The Imperial Uncle's moans grew louder and louder, becoming a great stimulation. Xiao Juan couldn't help but kiss his chest, licking it with her slippery tongue, slowly teasing his nipples.
"Hmm..." The Imperial Uncle lay on his back, his lower abdomen rising and falling rapidly: "Lick down!... quick..."
Xiao Juan finally moved her face to the Imperial Uncle's inner thigh, rubbing the yellow cloth-wrapped penis up and down with one hand, while the other hand parted his pubic hair and brushed his groin back and forth with the tip of her tongue...
"Hmm..." The lewd pleasure made the Imperial Uncle's upper body arch backward: "More!..."
Xiao Juan recklessly spat saliva onto his skin, turning both inner thighs wet.
The Imperial Uncle thrust his buttocks forward and shouted.
The tip of his erect penis, through the yellow cloth, emitted a strong masculine scent...
Xiao Juan inhaled this scent and felt a tingling, stimulating sensation. Her blood was stirred by the aroma, rippling through her body...
In all her years as a prostitute, Xiao Juan had never experienced true sensuality while sleeping with a client. Her orgasms and moans were all feigned. But today, she was truly aroused. The scent emanating from the yellow cloth truly stirred her heart...
The tip of his erect penis, close to the yellow cloth, emitted a strong masculine scent...
She couldn't hold back any longer. She opened her thin, red lips and approached the long, thick, red-wrapped stick... Her
smooth tongue, as if whispering love, gently writhed on the yellow cloth.
Although her tongue was only touching the yellow cloth, not the Emperor's skin, every time she moved her tongue, it seemed to bring a powerful stimulation, causing the Emperor's whole body to tremble and spasm...
"Ah...so good...good sister...lick faster...I can't take it!"
In fact, neither the Emperor nor Xiao Juan knew that since the yellow cloth was the underwear of the Great Joyful Buddha, it naturally had boundless magical power, and one of its functions was that it could amplify any slight tremor tenfold, turning it into a violent stimulation.
So, although Xiao Juan was only licking a yellow cloth, the stimulation she gave the Imperial Uncle was unprecedented...
"Ah!... Good sister... Good Xiao Juan... Beautiful sister... I'm going crazy... You really are a little slut... You're sucking me... So comfortable..."
Xiao Juan sucked like a baby nursing, using both her mouth and hands, her ten fingers moving nimbly. Her head rose and fell more and more, and the sounds of sucking on the penis grew louder and louder...
"It's coming!... It's coming..."
the Imperial Uncle shouted, his body arching high...
"Give it to me!... Imperial Uncle... Give it to me... Shoot quickly..."
The continuous ejaculation of the strongly scented viscous fluid made it difficult for Xiao Juan to breathe. Her beautiful face was already flushed red. She welcomed the Imperial Uncle's climax with the depths of her throat...
Having been a prostitute for so many years, Xiao Juan had encountered many clients who requested oral sex, and she had sucked their mouths and endured countless climaxes.
However, each time she would spit the semen in her mouth onto a handkerchief and quietly throw it away.
But today, this time, she was completely different.
The Imperial Uncle seemed different from other men; the fishy smell and sticky feeling didn't disgust Xiao Juan.
There was an indescribable, strange stimulation in her mouth, which made her swallow it instead of spitting it out…
Of course, this wasn't because the Imperial Uncle's constitution was different from other men, but because the magic of the yellow scarf had caused a chemical reaction in his semen, making it feel like a mouthful of nectar to a woman…
After ejaculating, Xiao Juan knew the Imperial Uncle needed to clean his genitals, so she prepared a basin of hot water to wash him…
“No, I won’t wash!” The Imperial Uncle’s face was flushed red, as if he were drunk, covered in sweat, and his eyes shone with a crazed light. He knocked the basin out of Xiao Juan’s hands
… With a crash, the basin fell to the ground, spilling water everywhere…
“Imperial Uncle, what do you want to do?”
“I want… I want to fuck you!”
the Imperial Uncle growled in a low voice.
Xiao Juan couldn't help but feel strange: Her Royal Uncle was already over sixty years old, and after one ejaculation, he needed to rest for several days, but today he wanted to do it again? Xiao Juan couldn't help but look down at his crotch...
Sure enough, there it was, the yellow-cloth-wrapped rod, still as hard and erect as ever, standing tall and erect as ever...
"Royal Uncle, how are you so amazing?" Xiao Juan asked in surprise, "You just finished ejaculating, and you don't even want to rest, you want to do it again?"
"Little girl, that's the wonderful use of this yellow cloth!"
Her Royal Uncle was overjoyed, "Otherwise, why would I have spent a thousand taels of gold to buy it?"
"Royal Uncle, what exactly is this yellow cloth?" "
We'll talk about it later!" Her Royal Uncle grabbed Xiao Juan and pushed her down onto the bed, "Let me have some fun now..."
The already erect yellow cloth searched everywhere for Xiao Juan's opening...
Xiao Juan's delicate parts were rubbed raw by the rough yellow cloth, making her unbearably itchy. She raised her thighs, desperately wanting her Royal Uncle to penetrate her.
"Still...on top..." she whispered to her uncle, her face flushing red with embarrassment.
Now, she no longer saw him as a client, but as a source of pleasure.
Her uncle arched his body, aimed at the opening, and thrust hard. "Ah!" Xiao Juan cried out, "Uncle...ah...so good..."
The hot, wet flesh deeply enveloped his thick penis, producing an unprecedented pleasure.
This pleasure was truly indescribable...
"Ah...good sister...you're so tight..." Her uncle thrust forward relentlessly, his momentum overwhelming, completely unlike someone in their sixties.
Wave after wave of attacks made Xiao Juan feel like her bones were about to shatter, her soul seemingly leaving her body...
"Good uncle...good brother...good younger brother...fuck me to death!"
Xiao Juan tasted the madness of intoxication, and also the pleasure of sex. Her uncle's attacks were overwhelming, the gushing hot fluid like a surging fountain, making Xiao Juan scream at the top of her lungs!
"Good Uncle... I'm dying... I'm dying of pleasure..."
Xiao Juan gasped weakly, but Uncle was still incredibly vigorous, his yellow turban staff remaining erect!
"Uncle, you..." Xiao Juan exclaimed in surprise, "You're still so hard?"
"My... my whole body is on fire..." Uncle's eyes flashed with a crazed light, "If I don't penetrate, my whole body will explode!"
"Heavens! Uncle, you've become a mighty warrior!"
Xiao Juan excitedly pressed Uncle down, then fell back onto the bed, beginning a new round of physical combat.
The powerful magic generated by the yellow turban made Uncle unable to stop, and he ejaculated ten times!
At the tenth moment, Xiao Juan experienced an intense pleasure and fainted...
"Hmm..." After listening to Xiao Juan's recollection, Xue Daosheng stroked his chin thoughtfully: It seems that you and Uncle were both killed by the magic of this yellow turban. Since the yellow turban could revive you, I think it can also heal Uncle.
But, how? Xue Daosheng remembered the Living Buddha. It was the Living Buddha who taught him how to use necrophilia to save Xiao Juan, so he rushed to see the Living Buddha.
"My uncle is dead. His genitals are almost completely gone; it's impossible to use necrophilia anymore,"
Xue Daosheng explained to the Living Buddha about his uncle's death. Unexpectedly, the Living Buddha smiled and said, "My uncle died from necrophilia, so of course he can live from necrophilia!"
"His thing is dead, but it's erect. How can he live from necrophilia?"
"Don't worry, as long as I personally intervene, I can save my uncle!"
"You?" Xue Daosheng was shocked.
Could this Living Buddha, a virgin, be willing to have sexual relations with his uncle? To find out what happens next, please read the next chapter.
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"Don't worry, as long as I personally intervene, I can save my uncle."
The Living Buddha's words immediately shocked Xue Daosheng.
The Living Buddha was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, and a virgin at that. Was she going to sacrifice herself?
Thinking of this, Xue Daosheng couldn't help but look at the Living Buddha again. A blush spread across her handsome face, and her two large, dark eyes sparkled with youthful light. Her well-developed breasts rose and fell, exuding an alluring charm.
Xue Daosheng's heart skipped a beat...
The Imperial Uncle's corpse lay on the bamboo bed. The frigid temperature had preserved the body well; even the color of her skin hadn't changed much, as if she were merely asleep... The
Living Buddha walked to the Imperial Uncle's corpse, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and chanted incantations. After a while, her fair face turned very red, and the prayer beads in her hands spun faster and faster with her prayers, like a flying wheel...
A strange white mist rose slowly above her head. Xue Daosheng was already used to the Living Buddha's rituals, so he wasn't surprised. However, today the Living Buddha's ritual was unusually long.
Soon, the Living Buddha's flushed face lost its color, turning pale, and her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat.
The prayer beads in her hand spun rapidly, and suddenly, the red string holding them together snapped, scattering the beads everywhere.
Seeing this, Xue Daosheng sensed something was wrong, his heart pounding.
The reason was simple: if Uncle Jiaguo couldn't be saved, all the prostitutes at the "Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion" would naturally be executed, and the officials of Taiyuan Prefecture would likely be executed as well.
And as the head constable of Taiyuan Prefecture, he couldn't escape the death penalty either.
All their hopes had been pinned on the Living Buddha. She possessed boundless Buddhist power and could foresee the future; it was she who had taught the constable to use the yellow turban to revive Xiao Juan. It seemed she could do the same to the Imperial Uncle. But now, seeing the Living Buddha's disheveled state, it seemed she had encountered a difficult situation…
Xue Daosheng was so tense he barely dared to breathe…
The Living Buddha's face was unusually pale, frighteningly so!
Her prayers grew louder and sharper!
Suddenly, the Living Buddha screamed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious…
Constable Xue was terrified. He hadn't been able to save the Imperial Uncle, and now the Living Buddha was dead.
He hurriedly carried her to bed, quickly asked the old man for a bowl of ginger soup, and fed it to her. A short while later, the Living Buddha awoke.
"Living Buddha, are you very ill?"
"No, I'm fine. I wasn't sick just now; I just took a trip to the future world."
"The future world? Did the Imperial Uncle come back to life?"
"Saving the Imperial Uncle isn't a difficult thing!" The Living Buddha gasped, "But I saw that after the Imperial Uncle came back to life, he did something terrible..."
"Oh, what exactly did the Imperial Uncle do?"
"The Imperial Uncle ordered you to be torn apart by five horses!"
"What? I didn't offend the Imperial Uncle, why is he doing this to me?"
"Because you were in charge of this case, you learned the secret of the Yellow Turbans, and the Imperial Uncle is determined to kill you to silence you!"
"Ah?" Xue Daosheng was completely stunned: "Then... what can I do?"
"Save the Imperial Uncle, and he will kill him to silence him; don't save the Imperial Uncle, and if the Imperial Uncle dies on his own land, he will also be sentenced to death. He'll die either way, but he really doesn't want to die!"
"Living Buddha, you must save me!"
Xue Daosheng knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
"Officer Xue, there's only one way to save you now!" The Living Buddha sighed. "However, you'll have to sacrifice your position as officer and your appearance."
"Do I have to hide my identity and disguise myself to escape?" Xue Daosheng was shocked. "I have seven family members, so many relatives and friends. If I escape, I'll definitely implicate them. I can't do something so unfilial and unjust!"
"I didn't tell you to flee," the Living Buddha smiled, seeing his fear. "On the contrary, my method can allow your family of seven to enjoy wealth and luxury!"
"What? What kind of method is that?"
Xue Daosheng thought the Living Buddha was mocking him. At this point, as long as he could live, he didn't care about losing his position as officer and returning to his hometown to farm. Wealth and luxury were unthinkable.
"I'm not joking," the Living Buddha said with a serious expression. "Once you become the Imperial Uncle, won't your whole family be rich and powerful?"
"Me, become the Imperial Uncle?" Xue Daosheng couldn't help but laugh. "Isn't that a pipe dream? How could I possibly become the Imperial Uncle?"
"You can do it with the Soul Transfer Technique!" "
The Soul Transfer Technique?" Xue Daosheng had never heard of such a thing.
"Although the Imperial Uncle is dead, his body is very well preserved. As long as you transfer your soul into the Imperial Uncle's body, you will become the Imperial Uncle."
"Then what about my appearance…?"
"Yes, your appearance will naturally be the Imperial Uncle's appearance, so I said you must sacrifice your youthful and handsome appearance!"
"Ah?" Constable Xue hesitated. The Imperial Uncle was over sixty years old, dry and thin; he was truly unwilling to become like that.
"Captain, there are gains and losses. If you want to maintain your handsome appearance, you must sacrifice your life and the happiness of your entire family. If your soul is transferred, in the eyes of outsiders, you will be the Imperial Uncle, second only to the Emperor, and you can let your whole family enjoy happiness..."
"That's right..." Xue Daosheng suddenly realized.
"The palace is full of beauties. Except for a few, you can enjoy the rest to your heart's content. This is something many men dream of!"
"Okay! I've decided! I accept the Soul Transfer Technique!"
"However, the Soul Transfer Technique is the most mysterious magic of our Tantric sect. You must cooperate closely with me. Can you do it?"
"I will follow the Living Buddha's arrangements!"
"Okay, now take off all your clothes."
"What?" Xue Daosheng felt embarrassed at the thought of having to take off his clothes in front of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Living Buddha.
"Hurry, time is running out!" the Living Buddha urged. "If we miss the appointed time, the Soul Transfer Technique won't be able to be performed!"
With his life at stake, Xue Daosheng couldn't afford to lose face. In a few quick movements, he stripped off his clothes.
Although it was the dead of winter, the room was warm because of the stove.
The red firelight illuminated his strong muscles, making the Living Buddha reach out and stroke his chest muscles...
"You're so strong, it's absolutely adorable!"
The Living Buddha's fingers seemed to have an electric current, and wherever he touched, Xue Daosheng felt an uncontrollable pleasure throughout his body.
This pleasure then spread downwards, converging on his penis...
"Oh God!" Xue Daosheng secretly cried out, "I mustn't get hard in front of the Living Buddha, otherwise she'll know I'm thinking about her..."
But, that penis was like a naughty child; the more he told it not to get hard, the harder it became, long and stiff, sticking out in front of him.
"You're so naughty!" The Living Buddha couldn't help but laugh. "You're hard already? Which beauty are you thinking about?"
"I..." Xue Daosheng blushed deeply. "I was thinking about Xiao Juan."
"Now, take out that yellow cloth and tie it to your stick."
"What?" Xue Daosheng was shocked. "Living Buddha, this yellow cloth has Buddhist power. I tried it once, and once it's wrapped around me, I lose control and become a lecherous scoundrel!" "It's
alright, I'm the Living Buddha, I naturally have the ability to deal with it!"
Since the Living Buddha had spoken, Xue Daosheng had no choice but to take out the yellow cloth and wrap it around his stick.
"Living Buddha, you'd better get away quickly, or I might become disrespectful to you if I lose control..."
"Get away? How can I use the Soul Transfer Technique then?"
With the yellow cloth wrapped around him, waves of numbness gradually enveloped his body.
The Living Buddha in front of him also began to take off his clothes! One, two…
“Living Buddha, something’s wrong!” Xue Daosheng cried out in a hurry, “I’m hallucinating!”
“What kind of hallucination are you having?”
“I see you, Living Buddha, taking off your clothes. The hallucination is too strong!”
“Fool, this is not a hallucination. I really am taking off my clothes.” The Living Buddha was completely naked, like a white sheep. His exquisite curves, every line was like a seductive thread, hooking Xue Daosheng’s soul.
"Living Buddha, what...what do you want to do?"
"The Soul Transfer Technique requires our two bodies to be united before it can be performed!"
"United bodies?" Xue Daosheng cried out anxiously, "Living Buddha, you are a virgin! If you lose your virginity, you will lose all your magical power!"
"Fool!" The Living Buddha laughed, "I only said united bodies, I didn't say I wanted to lose my virginity!"
The Living Buddha was Tibetan, and he considered matters between men and women as trivial matters of daily life, so he spoke very frankly and without any hesitation...
A soft white veil gently descended from the large, plush bed.
Xue Daosheng lay on the bed, his penis, wrapped in a yellow cloth, standing erect like a flagpole…
A woman's fragrance wafted through the air.
The Living Buddha lay down beside Xue Daosheng, pressing her delicate flesh against him, making every cell in his body throb…
The yellow cloth generated intense heat, beginning to burn his nerves…
“Ah… Living Buddha… my penis feels like a red-hot iron rod…”
Upon hearing this, the Living Buddha immediately opened her cherry-like mouth and bit down.
“What?” Xue Daosheng was startled. Looking closely, he saw that she had swallowed the head of his penis, beginning to suck and spit it out…
“Ah… so good… so numb… God… Living Buddha… you… have made me… become an immortal!”
The Living Buddha was also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Being naked with a grown man in this kind of ritual, listening to his lewd moans, naturally stirred waves within her as well…
"No, I am the Living Buddha... I can't lose control!"
She gritted her teeth, trying to calm herself...
Xue Daosheng was in agony. Waves of heat swept over his body. The magic of the yellow turban, combined with the Living Buddha's power, stirred up the lustful worms throughout his body, biting at every nerve, making him unbearably itchy...
"Living Buddha... I can't take it anymore... My... stick is about to... explode... I must find a hole..."
In the room, there was only the Living Buddha, the only woman!
Only her hole!
Xue Daosheng looked at the Living Buddha, his heart filled with reluctance: "The Living Buddha's cultivation cannot be ruined in my hands. I must not penetrate her hole!"
He took a deep breath, using the last bit of willpower to fight against the lustful worms throughout his body.
In fact, he didn't know that the Living Buddha was sacrificing her beauty to share a bed with him, her purpose being to lure him out of control, to make the soul-shifting technique succeed only when he was in a state of complete irrationality and madness.
Seeing that he could control himself, the Living Buddha immediately intensified her teasing, her tongue licking like a butterfly, her hands groping his breasts, her large breasts rubbing against his body...
Xue Daosheng was almost driven mad by lust, only his reverence for the Living Buddha kept him from losing control.
The Living Buddha playfully stood up, spreading her legs, revealing her bright red, delicate vulva.
"Good brother... I can't hold back anymore... I want you... to penetrate me..."
The Living Buddha's lewd cries made Xue Daosheng unable to restrain himself any longer. He wrapped his arms around the Living Buddha and kissed her wildly...
"Living Buddha... you... don't want... your virginity anymore?"
"I don't want... to be a Living Buddha anymore... I want to be your... wife... come quickly... my dear brother... ride on me..."
The Living Buddha's lewd cries completely shattered Xue Daosheng's defenses! He roared, grabbed her legs, aimed at her vulva, and thrust in hard.
In that instant, a wisp of white smoke rose into the air, and the Living Buddha suddenly vanished! Xue Daosheng looked down and saw that the hole his stick had pierced wasn't the Living Buddha's hole, but rather the hole in his uncle's buttocks!
"A corpse's hole!" Under normal circumstances, Xue Daosheng would never have inserted his stick into such a disturbing hole! But now, he had been aroused by the Living Buddha to the point of losing control, his lust was about to explode, and he desperately needed to find a way to release it!
His stick was inside the hole, and now he couldn't pull it out! He could only thrust wildly, and with the arrival of climax, he screamed and fainted!
He immediately regained consciousness, looked down, and saw that he had become dry and thin, with a tuft of beard on his chin. He had already transferred his soul into his uncle's body!
He walked out of the "Hundred Flowers Pavilion," where his sedan chair bearers were still waiting for him. They carried him back to the palace, and no one in the palace recognized his true identity; they all treated him as the real uncle.
Xue Daosheng bestowed official titles upon all the male members of his household and made all the women first-rank ladies, truly ensuring his entire family enjoyed wealth and luxury.
The only drawback was that his uncle's wife was too old to satisfy him.
Fortunately, she died not long after.
The current emperor, knowing his uncle's lecherous nature, selected a stunningly beautiful woman from the common people and betrothed her to him.
On their wedding night, Xue Daosheng lifted the bride's red veil and was stunned.
The bride looked exactly like the Living Buddha!
[The End]

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