Transformation into a True Immortal - Chapter 11 Who is the Demon?

Transformation into a True Immortal - Chapter 11 Who is the Demon?

　"Oh, thank you." I repeated what the leader had told me to my older sister. We both shook our heads noncommittally, deciding to ignore it. It had nothing to do with us. Although we had both cultivated the Maiden Heart Sutra, strictly speaking, we weren't martial arts practitioners. As the saying goes, we were just lucky to be here. We didn't understand the rules of the martial arts world.

　We walked and stopped along the way, enjoying the scenery. Before we knew it, it was dusk, and we finally arrived at our campsite. Since it was my first time participating in this kind of trip, we set up our tents with the leader's help. Afterward, I helped the leader make a bowl of noodles for everyone.

　Noodles are one of my dad's favorite foods. After I became a woman, he would ask me to make them for him whenever he had the chance. So, I'm very good at making noodles. Watching me skillfully cook, the men with their girlfriends or wives all looked on with envy.

　Just as we were eating, a seven or eight-year-old boy appeared at our campsite. Although the Huihang Ancient Trail isn't exactly a serious outdoor route, the nearest village is still more than a two-hour walk away.

　Seeing that the little boy was dirty and no one else seemed to care, my sister and I pulled him aside and asked him what had happened—it was already dark and he was alone in the mountains. It turned out he was the son of a forest ranger on this mountain, and he had come here to find his father, but he hadn't found his father and had gotten himself into trouble.

　Looking at this silly mountain boy, I couldn't help but laugh. My sister and I each shared some noodles with him, and we took out some snacks from our bags, quickly filling his little tummy. There was no cell phone signal in the mountains, so we promised him we would take him to find his parents first thing the next morning.

　 After dinner, everyone played a murder mystery game for a while before going to their respective tents to sleep. We took the little boy into our tent, and just as I was about to take off my clothes and get into my sleeping bag, I suddenly heard someone outside our tent chant "Amitabha."

　 Hearing the chant, my first thought was of the old monk I'd met during the day. I unzipped the tent and peeked out; sure enough, it was him. I smiled at him and said, "Master, what's the matter?"

　"You audacious fiend! What do you want? Come out and face your death!" the old monk roared at me.

　My first thought was, "Is this monk crazy? We haven't done anything to him; why does he want us to die? This is really troublesome."

　I had no choice but to put my clothes back on and leave the tent. Seeing that the other tents were completely silent, I wondered if they hadn't heard such a loud noise. Angrily, I asked him, "What happened to them? What did you do to them?"

　"Amitabha," he replied, "I only wanted to slay demons. I just put these people to sleep." Hearing that our companions were unharmed, I felt relieved. I glanced at him; he looked very kind and gentle, not at all like a bad person. Why was he targeting us? We hadn't offended anyone; we were good people.

　At this moment, my older sister spoke up: "Master Qingwen, are you referring to us as the demons you speak of?"

　"Heh, who else could it be but you?" he glared at us angrily.

　It was truly a case of a scholar encountering a soldier—reason was useless. My older sister asked again, "Why do you call us demons? We're not! We're all human, we haven't done anything wrong, and we often go to temples to burn incense and pray."

　After hearing my sister's explanation, he snorted and said to us, "Judging by your demonic skills, you still say you're not demons?"

　Only then did we understand that he had seen through the origin of our martial arts. My sister wanted to explain further, but he seemed impatient and roared, "Demons, prepare to die!" and struck us with a palm.

　My sister's skill was still shallow; she was struck by his finger and fell to the ground before she could even last three moves. I was left to fight alone, but fortunately, my talent was much higher than my sister's, and I had already reached the second level of the Maiden's Kung Fu. I barely managed to withstand the old monk's more than a hundred moves before I slowly began to give out.

　Only now did I realize that the old monk really intended to kill us. A cold sweat broke out all over my body, but my mind became incredibly clear. All the moves of the Maiden's Kung Fu instantly flashed through my mind.

　Gritting my teeth, I shouted in my heart, "I'll fight you to the death!" As I fought him, I stripped off my clothes one by one, letting out seductive moans. My expression became extremely hungry and lewd.

　To my surprise, the old monk gradually began to falter. I was overjoyed, feeling that I had a chance. I immediately unleashed the full power of the Maiden's Kung Fu. Slowly, the old monk's moves slowed down, and his eyes began to glaze over. Seizing an opportunity, I stood in front of the old monk, rubbing my breasts with one hand and touching my genitals with the other. The moans I made could probably be heard miles away, and my face looked as if I had taken dozens of kilograms of aphrodisiacs.

　This is an extremely powerful move from the Maiden's Kung Fu, called "Wanting Yet Resting." As the name suggests, it's like you're trying to please me, but you're actually letting me rest. Under the attack of this ultimate move, he finally lost control, and one hand reached towards my chest.

　 Watching his hand slowly approach my breast, I was incredibly nervous. If his body came within a foot of me, the hand I was using to caress my genitals could strike his genitals from an unbelievable angle.

　Soon he was within my attack range, but at this moment, I couldn't bring myself to do it. Although he was determined to kill me and my older sister, I just couldn't bring myself to attack him. In the end, the hand I was using to caress my genitals didn't attack his genitals, but instead pressed on his pressure point.

　Just as I thought I was about to strike his pressure point and knock him unconscious, his body suddenly slid to the side, and the hand that had been reaching for my chest transformed into a finger, striking my pressure point and numbing me. I immediately collapsed to the ground, my body going limp. The instant he struck me, I was filled with remorse. I could let him go, but he would never let my sister and me go. I glanced at my sister; there was a bitter smile in her eyes as well.

　 The old monk looked at us on the ground, then sat down cross-legged, his eyes lingering on my body. I was completely naked at that moment, and I thought: Let him look, I'm going to die anyway. I just wonder if he'll take his pleasure on me before he dies.

　None of what I imagined happened. Instead, I saw the old monk shaking his head, repeatedly saying, "What a pity, what a pity, what a real pity."

　I didn't know what he meant by "what a pity," but whatever it was, it was no longer relevant to us. At this moment, I heard the senior monk say to us, "Both of you are kind-hearted and have excellent potential for martial arts, but you haven't followed the right path. Instead, you've gone to practice this despicable art that everyone despises. Alas... it's truly a pity."

　 Hearing the old monk's words, I felt like there was a chance, so I said to him, "Master, could you please let me put my clothes back on before we talk?"

　As soon as I finished speaking, two leaves flew out from where the senior monk was sitting, hitting my sister and me respectively. Immediately, my sister and I regained our mobility. I quickly put the clothes I had taken off during the fight back on, and, imitating what I had seen on TV, knelt before the senior monk and said, "Please enlighten me, Master."

　Seeing our reaction, he sighed again and said, "You know best what kind of kung fu you practice. Today, after I saw you during the day, you should have been dead. Just as I was about to make my move tonight to send you to your next reincarnation, I saw how you were with this child. Then, during the fight, I deliberately gave you an opening, and luckily, you both passed the test."

　Hearing this, my older sister and I were both startled, thinking to ourselves that good people do get good rewards, haha.

　After a pause, he continued, "Since you've already practiced this lewd skill, you can't give up on yourselves. You must never use it to harm others; that's unforgivable by Heaven and Earth. It would be best if you could use your lewd skill to do something beneficial for the country and its people. During the Ming and Qing dynasties, there was a cult called the 'Girl Cult,' whose two leaders were also practitioners of lewd skills, yet they still did many beneficial things for the country and its people. You should learn from such predecessors, understand?"

　He finished speaking and stared at us like a torch. My older sister and I were both startled and quickly agreed. I wanted to tell him that I was the leader of the cult, and that the two people he mentioned were my master and grandmaster, but then I felt there was nothing more to say.

　"I've told you everything I need to say. Whether you listen or not is up to you. Here's a book called 'The Classic of Purifying the Mind and Reducing Desire.' Practice this alongside your original skills; it will be helpful." He then threw the book in front of us, got up without looking back, and left.

　As he left, we all said to him again, "Thank you, Master, for sparing our lives." But the sincerity we had before was gone.

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