Rural Wild Monk

Phoenix Village, nestled in a remote mountain village in Northeast China, is said to be surrounded by mountains, boasting beautiful scenery and tranquil waters. At the foot of the western mountain lies a spring with shimmering, alluring waters. It is said that women who drink from this spring develop smooth, supple skin and graceful figures. Therefore, the women of Phoenix Village are generally known for their exceptional beauty.

The water flowing from this spring descends, forming a river called the Longquan River. Wide and turbulent, the river flows seamlessly into the surrounding mountains, creating a scene of breathtaking beauty, reminiscent of a secluded paradise.

On ordinary days, young women, widows, and newlyweds from Phoenix Village would come to swim, especially during the hottest days of summer when the sun blazes and the weather is stifling. Since there was no other water source in the village, they would often come to the Longquan River in groups to bathe. Occasionally, when thirsty, they would drink from the spring. If they were tired, they would spread out a small blanket on the nearby riverbank, lie there enjoying the breeze and gazing at the sky – quite pleasant indeed.

One day, a monk dressed in thin robes passed by. Thirsty, he intended to fetch some water from the river, but unexpectedly saw a group of "tigers" frolicking in the water. He immediately darted into the nearby bushes, not daring to approach.

The monk was young, perhaps only twenty-one or twenty-two at most. His bald head gleamed like a mirror, and in his hand he held a string of Buddhist prayer beads. These beads had eighteen beads, commonly known as "eighteen beads," and these eighteen represent the eighteen realms: the six senses, the six sense objects, and the six consciousnesses.

Speaking of this monk, one must mention the Kuye Temple atop West Mountain. It's said that a place with few monks is called a temple, while a place with many monks is called a monastery. However, Kuye Temple only has seven monks: one master and six disciples. The monk before us is Zhikong, the sixth in line.

Before descending the mountain, his master instructed him, saying that the women down the mountain are tigers. However, his master also said that his worldly ties were not yet severed, and he must find his Buddhist destiny to truly convert to Buddhism. He sent him down the mountain to find a woman with a black mole on her chest, saying that finding this woman would sever all worldly ties. But his master had previously said that the women down the mountain are tigers, and a tiger's chest is not to be touched!

And at that moment, Zhikong suddenly felt something was wrong with his lower body; it seemed as if a surge of energy was about to burst forth from his groin. He tried his best to control it, but unexpectedly, it was released.

"Ah! Who...who's there?" At that moment, a naked woman in the Takizawa River instinctively covered her chest with her hands, her eyes fixed on a clump of grass swaying slightly in the wind by the riverbank, and called out.

Zhikong didn't want to show his face, but he really couldn't hold it in any longer; the smell could kill eight cows!

He poked his head out, scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly, and said, "Amitabha, this humble monk is passing by and is very thirsty. I hope the tiger will grant me a drink."

"Tiger? Where's the tiger?!" The woman was startled, looked around, and saw that apart from the green mountains and clear waters, a vibrant scene, there was no tiger in sight. She couldn't help but feel displeased. "Little monk, don't be afraid, there's no tiger here. You should leave quickly; we're bathing here. What's the point of you, a grown man, being here?"

"Do tigers bathe too?" Zhikong asked, somewhat puzzled.

Hearing this, the women in the river laughed. This little monk was so naive, mistaking them for tigers. He seemed to have never experienced anything like this before.

"Little monk, go into the bushes first. Don't come out unless I call you," the pretty woman called out to the riverbank.

Oh my, this tiger is quite handsome! And it can even talk! How amazing!

Although Zhikong was a little surprised, he obediently crawled into the bushes. Because of the wind, the scent of the bushes had dissipated. As Zhikong squatted down, he took a deep breath through his nose, and the feeling was simply wonderful.

A moment later, the pretty woman came ashore, changed into clean clothes, and walked briskly to the edge of the bushes. She said in a soft, melodious voice, "Little monk, you can come out now."

Zhikong, without hesitation, emerged from the bushes. Seeing the woman before him, he cried out in panic, "Tiger, please don't eat me! My flesh isn't tasty, and… I just farted, it stinks! You definitely won't be able to eat me!"

The woman laughed heartily, and after a long pause, said, "I'm not a tiger at all. My name is Xiuzhu, and I'm a young virgin. By the way, little monk, judging from your appearance, you must be hungry and thirsty. Why don't you come home with me? I'll pour you a bowl of tea and get you a couple of steamed buns, how about that?"

Zhikong hadn't expected the "tiger" to be so kind to him, offering to take him home and provide him with food and drink. He immediately forgot his master's words and obediently followed Xiuzhu towards the road.

Because it was summer, Xiuzhu was only wearing a thin blouse and a pair of floral trousers. Since the women of Fenghuangtun didn't usually wear bras, her ample bosom was clearly visible as she walked. Especially striking were her shapely, smooth back and rounded, firm buttocks—truly a beauty.

Zhikong was somewhat stunned. The fellow disciples he encountered at the temple were completely different from Xiuzhu. They always seemed to have a penis in their groin, which they carried everywhere, and their backs weren't as perky, their fronts completely flat.

Thinking of this, Zhikong took a few quick steps forward, walking alongside Xiuzhu, tilting his head to peer at her body… Chapter 2: This Squatting Down Caused Trouble

Although Xiuzhu was young, her breasts were remarkably well-developed, with curves in all the right places, stretching her thin, light blue blouse taut, as if they might burst out at any moment, vying for attention with the sun and moon.

Seeing this, Zhikong suddenly asked, "Why is your place so bulging? It looks like you've stuffed two big white steamed buns inside. Look at me, mine has nothing at all."

Xiuzhu chuckled and said, "I'm a woman, you're a man, how can we be the same?"

Zhikong was stunned for a moment, then shifted his gaze to Xiuzhu's lower body, to that mysterious, barely visible area... "Oh dear, why don't you have a stick down there? My master and my five senior brothers all carry a stick down there, and when they sleep at night, it's erect. That summer, my eldest brother even killed a mosquito with it, and my fourth brother was even more amazing, he actually ripped his pants. As a result, several white arrows shot out from the middle of that stick, which happened to hit my third brother's face. I was terrified at the time. Do you think I would have been disfigured if those white arrows had hit my face?" Zhikong said innocently.

"Pah, pah, pah! You little monk, really! Stop talking, or I won't take you to my house for vegetarian meals!" Xiuzhu said, her face flushed.

She had initially thought the little monk was pretending to be stupid, but who knew he was genuinely stupid? He didn't even know the characteristics of men and women. It seemed this temple had ruined another virile young man.

Actually, it wasn't entirely Zhikong's fault. Since he could remember, he had been sent to Kuye Temple, where he ate vegetarian meals and chanted Buddhist scriptures every day. In his spare time, he had to go down the mountain to fetch water, living an incredibly monotonous and quiet life. Apart from his master and a few fellow disciples, he had never seen anyone different from them. So, when he saw Xiuzhu, who was completely different from them, his curiosity was naturally piqued.

And so, the two continued walking along the bumpy mountain path. As the sun began to set, they passed a field of golden wheat. Suddenly, Xiuzhu stopped, her face flushed, and looked at Zhikong, saying, "Wait here for me. I'm going to relieve myself nearby. Don't come over unless I call you."

Zhikong understood what she meant, since he needed to relieve himself sometimes too. So he nodded blankly and stopped, standing there motionless.

Seeing that the little monk was quite obedient, Xiuzhu felt a little relieved. She ran to a nearby wheat field, squatted down, took off her pants, and began to relieve herself. *

Splash, splash*

—Zhikong's ears were always very sharp; even from more than ten meters away, he could hear it clearly, and his heart couldn't help but itch.

Back at the temple, he had seen his senior brothers hold their *sticks* while relieving themselves, and water would flow out, but the sound wasn't as loud as Xiuzhu's. Moreover, his senior brothers all stood up to relieve themselves, so why was Xiuzhu squatting?

The more Zhikong thought about it, the more curious he became, and the more curious he became, the more itchy he felt. This itching in his heart caused his lower body to itch and swell. Before long, the *stick* that hadn't been erect for so long finally stood up, stretching his monk's pants wide, like a suddenly rising peak.

Zhikong had assumed Xiuzhu would finish quickly, but just as he was releasing the water, a sharp sound suddenly came from the muddy puddles below Xiuzhu's anus. The sound was even louder than his.

Xiuzhu hadn't expected to suddenly have diarrhea. She hadn't eaten much that morning—just an egg her mother-in-law had boiled for her, two large steamed buns, and a bowl of braised pig's head with vermicelli. She hadn't felt anything at first, and hadn't felt anything unusual when she went to bathe in the Longquan River. But squatting down had ruined everything; all the food she'd eaten that morning was wasted.

After finishing, Xiuzhu bent over to pull up her pants, then suddenly remembered she hadn't wiped her bottom. So she squatted down again, and her lower body began to churn again. Soon, another torrent of fluid gushed out. After a long while, she finally expelled all the waste from her body. Xiuzhu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She looked around and, finding nothing to wipe herself with, frowned slightly.

Just then, Zhikong suddenly stretched his neck and shouted in their direction, "Hey, why aren't you coming out yet? My stomach has been growling for ages."

Hearing Zhikong's voice, Xiuzhu suddenly remembered that there were quite a few small stones near the little monk. Her face lit up with joy, and she stretched her neck and shouted in Zhikong's direction, "Little monk, could you please pick up a few small stones and throw them to me? I need them urgently."

Zhikong wasn't stupid; he naturally understood the meaning behind Xiuzhu's words. Back when he was in the temple, he had done the same thing. After defecating, he had nothing to wipe his bottom with, so he would find a few small stones nearby to rub against. If he encountered a sharp stone, he might rub his bottom raw and bleed, which was quite frightening.

So, upon hearing Xiuzhu's cry, Zhikong didn't bend down to pick up the pebbles. Instead, he raised his neck and shouted, "Female benefactor, the frogs in the field have already told you what to use to rub it. Don't use pebbles; if you get a cut, I can't heal it."

Xiuzhu was stunned for a moment, then listened intently. She heard the frogs in the field croaking in unison, "Scratching with a stick, scraping with a stick, scraping with a stick..." Her face immediately turned crimson, and she cursed inwardly. This little monk must be pretending to be stupid. He seems to know everything; he doesn't seem like a disciplined monk from a monastery.

Also, this little monk just called her "tiger," and now he calls her "female benefactor." He's not so stupid that he can't distinguish between humans and animals. Just thinking about the words "scratching with a stick" conjured up a series of unbearable images in her mind, and her face turned even redder, like a ripe tomato.

Just then, they heard Zhikong shouting at the top of his lungs, "Female benefactor, I have a stick here, very long, very thick, and very sturdy. Would you like to borrow it?"

Chapter 3 Xiuzhu Falls Flat on Her Face

Xiuzhu didn't know Zhikong was referring to the stick on her body; she thought he had picked up a wooden stick somewhere. So she shouted over, "Little monk, quickly throw your stick over here! Be quick, it's about to spill out!"

"Female benefactor, this...this can't be thrown away. This stick is attached to my body; I can't take it off. Why don't you wait here, and I'll come over and use this stick to scrape it off for you?" Zhikong said.

Upon hearing this, Xiuzhu immediately understood what Zhikong meant by the stick. Her face flushed crimson. Zhikong was walking towards her, and she didn't care anymore. She grabbed a handful of wheat ears and used them to block her lower body, then quickly pulled up her pants, afraid that this shameless little monk would take advantage of her.

Little did she know, Zhikong didn't actually intend to take advantage of her. He had been sent to Kuye Temple when he was very young. While he was training there, his master often told him that men were called men because they always carried a stick with them. That stick couldn't be used to carry water, nor could it be used as a fire poker. The stick was special; it had a hole in the middle that would spray water. Occasionally, it could also be used as a wooden fish to strike, but it couldn't be struck too hard or broken. If it broke, a person wouldn't be able to live.

Zhikong was actually quite clever and quick-witted. That winter, he couldn't find his wooden fish, so he grabbed the stick he carried to hit it. But then he realized his senior brother's stick was much stronger and bigger; it would definitely make a cracking sound if he stuck it out. So he grabbed his senior brother's stick and started hitting it in front of the other senior brothers.

Because of that incident, his senior brother lay in bed for more than ten days, muttering something about how bad things were going, how his double yolk had turned into a single yolk, and how if he returned to secular life, the girls would look down on him.

At the time, Zhikong didn't quite understand his senior brother's words, but now, seeing Xiuzhu's slender, barely concealed pubic area at such close range, his mind suddenly clicked.

It turned out that their sticks could also help people with their problems. If Xiuzhu hadn't pulled up her pants, he might have used the stick to clean up the mess inside her.

In Xiuzhu's eyes, Zhikong was just a silly little monk, a simpleton who didn't understand anything. But she also knew that Zhikong was actually quite good-looking, with fair skin, eyes like raisins, and when he smiled, they squinted like two small crescent moons. Especially his bald head, which shone brightly. If he went out to do some petty theft late at night, he wouldn't be able to escape; he would definitely be caught red-handed.

But when Xiuzhu's gaze fell on Zhikong's crotch, she couldn't help but exclaim in amazement. This little monk wasn't tall, and his physique wasn't particularly robust, but he was a vigorous man. His large tent was truly rare in the world, high and erect, and it would occasionally jiggle.

"Female benefactor, what are you looking at? Let's hurry up and go. I've been thirsty and hungry for a long time," Zhikong said honestly, without hiding anything.

Upon hearing this, Xiuzhu snapped out of her daze, blushed, and said somewhat awkwardly, "Look at me, I completely forgot about that. Come on, just follow behind me, but don't you dare tilt your head and look around."

Zhikong nodded and then followed behind Xiuzhu. Xiuzhu took a step, he took a step; Xiuzhu stopped, he stopped—their movements were quite comical.

In this way, Xiuzhu and Zhikong walked one after the other for two or three minutes, leaving the golden wheat field behind, and entered a small grove.

Because Zhikong was following so closely, Xiuzhu could constantly feel a long spear aimed at her crotch from behind. Fearing that the young monk might lose control and thrust the spear inside, she quickly took a few steps forward.

Thinking about the steamed buns to eat later, Zhikong didn't want to delay and quickly followed. But unexpectedly, there was a landslide ahead. Without paying attention, Zhikong's whole body fell forward, and then he pressed Xiuzhu's petite body down on top of him... "Ah—!"

Because Xiuzhu fell face down, she fell face-first into the mud, her fair face covered in mud, looking a bit shabby.

But what surprised her most wasn't just that, but that Zhikong's hard, iron-like spear was actually pressed squarely against her crotch... At the same time, an unprecedented sensation spread throughout Zhikong's body. Back at the temple, Zhikong had used this stick to poke the heart of a cabbage, but he hadn't experienced this tingling, numb feeling. It was as if the stick had suddenly fallen into a mud pit—damp, wet, and strangely comfortable.

"You stinking monk, how dare you take advantage of me! Get up!" Although Xiuzhu was bedridden due to her husband's paralysis and hadn't received any sexual pleasure for years, she remained chaste, unlike those young widows and wives who had long been taken advantage of.

Zhikong struggled to get up from Xiuzhu, then bent down and reached out his hand to her, saying, "Female benefactor, the ground is cold. Come, let this humble monk help you up."

Xiuzhu glared at him, trying to struggle to her feet, but she had fallen quite hard, her whole body aching, and she had no strength left to get up.

Seeing this, Zhikong reached out to her again, smiling, and said, "Female benefactor, let this humble monk help you up."

Xiuzhu knew this wasn't the time to be stubborn, so she gave her hand to Zhikong. As Zhikong took her hand and helped her up, she suddenly noticed that Zhikong's eyes seemed to be staring at her... Chapter 4 Eating What's in Her Hands, Thinking About What's in Her Arms

Before descending the mountain, he hadn't forgotten what his master had told him. Because Xiuzhu had accidentally knocked off two buttons when she fell, more than half of her two large breasts were now exposed to Zhikong. Those two breasts were snow-white and large, and even the two alluring purplish-red nipples on them were visible.

However, no matter how much he looked, Zhikong couldn't find any of the black moles his master had mentioned, and his mood couldn't help but feel a little down.

"Oh dear, little monk, what are you looking at with those green eyes?" Xiuzhu asked, her face slightly flushed.

“Female benefactor, could you please take off all your clothes so I can see you properly? I want to confirm if you are my karmic connection with Buddhism,” Zhikong said innocently.

“Little monk, if you keep talking nonsense, I won’t take you home for a meal. I’m only being so enthusiastic towards you because I’ve been a Buddhist since I was a child. If you dare to have any ulterior motives, I won’t let you off the hook,” Xiuzhu said seriously.

“What are ulterior motives?” Zhikong asked.

“Ulterior motives are… you know…” Xiuzhu was a little flustered by Zhikong’s question and didn’t know how to explain it to him for a moment.

Zhikong tilted his head, stared at Xiuzhu’s slightly flushed cheeks, and suddenly laughed, “Female benefactor, why is your face so red? Look, look, it’s almost like a monkey’s bottom.”

“You… you little monk, why do you speak so recklessly? Don’t keep causing trouble for me. Hurry up and leave, or you won’t get to eat the hot steamed buns,” Xiuzhu said.

The mere mention of steamed buns roused Zhikong instantly. He dusted off his monk's robes and continued following Xiuzhu's buttocks into the village.

Passing through the grove of trees, they reached Phoenix Village. Wisps of smoke were already rising from the chimneys. Xiuzhu's house was situated at the west end of the village, where a thriving supermarket called "Laifu Supermarket" stood. It was run by Ma Laifu, the only college graduate in the village. With so many people and so many eyes on the street, Xiuzhu deliberately kept her distance from Zhikong as they passed, keeping her head down and heading towards her home.

"Oh my, isn't this Xiuzhu, the most beautiful girl in our Phoenix Village? She's only been out for a short while, and she's already brought back a bald man? Her husband must be paralyzed in bed and unable to get satisfaction, so she just dragged some shiny-headed guy home for a tryst. Look at that head, it's so shiny it could be used as a light bulb! It'll save a lot on electricity at night, won't it?" Xiuzhu had just walked past the supermarket when Shanju, who was checking accounts inside, started yelling.

Shanju was known in Phoenix Village for her fiery temper and unrestrained nature. The year she married Ma Laifu, she practically kept him company every day, partying every night. Because of this, every night some bachelors from the village would come to eavesdrop. Sometimes, when they got really into it, they'd take off their pants, pull out their penises, and practice their "archery" technique.

But after a year, Shanju calmed down considerably. It was said that it wasn't that she was impotent, but that her husband, Ma Laifu, had contracted a strange disease; his penis would go limp at the crucial moment, surrendering before even starting.

Fortunately, Shanju and Malaifu had twins, Jinbao and Yinbao, just over a month after their marriage. Malaifu was overjoyed at their birth. However, as the children turned one month old, Malaifu felt something was off about them. It was as if the children weren't his own; apart from their penises, they didn't resemble him at all. This led to

constant arguments between the couple, often escalating into physical fights over trivial matters. Once, they even got into a fight in a supermarket. Malaifu, being honest and kind, knew his limits, but Shanju, a fiery woman, was different. She kicked Malaifu to the ground, drawing much ridicule.

Everyone said Malaifu was henpecked, avoiding his wife like the plague. One day, when Shanju came to the supermarket to check the accounts, Malaifu took the opportunity to slip away, fearing another fight.

Shanju's biggest flaw was her gossip; she was unforgiving and extremely jealous. From the day she saw Xiuzhu marry into Phoenix Village, she had been envious of Xiuzhu's beauty. Every time she saw Xiuzhu do anything unusual, she would make a fuss.

Xiuzhu was clumsy with words, so she always ran towards her own courtyard with her head down, and this time was no exception.

But just as Xiuzhu reached the courtyard, Zhikong caught up, panting heavily, and said, "Female...female benefactor, why are you running so fast..."

Xiuzhu glared at him, said nothing, and waited until he entered the courtyard, locked the gate, and then turned and walked into the house.

Zhikong followed eagerly, "Female benefactor, where are the steamed buns you promised to give me?"

Xiuzhu was in a bad mood after being scolded by Shanju. She stormed into the kitchen, lifted the pot lid, took out two white steamed buns, and stuffed them into Zhikong's hands. "Here, take these two steamed buns and leave quickly, lest people gossip about you."

Zhikong held the two steamed buns in his hands, paused for a moment, then picked one up and put it in his mouth to eat. While eating, he couldn't help but stare at the two large buns on Xiuzhu's chest... Chapter 5 Don't Open the Door for Unacquainted People

Xiuzhu, the young wife of Phoenix Village, was the most beautiful girl in the surrounding villages. At seventeen or eighteen years old, she had long, jet-black hair that cascaded down her white, jade-carved shoulders. She had captivating phoenix eyes, a delicate nose like a ripe cherry, and moist, glossy lips that parted slightly, making her exceptionally alluring.

Since marrying the bedridden, paralyzed Shagen last year, she had always been a dutiful wife, handling almost all the dirty and hard work around the house by herself.

The villagers gossiped behind her back, saying that this beautiful young woman had been wasted on that piece of cow dung, Shagen.

But Xiuzhu knew very well that if Shagen's mother hadn't pulled her from the river, she might not be alive today. So, to repay the life-saving grace, she married Shagen, a man who couldn't do anything.

Therefore, when she saw Zhikong, such a handsome man, her heart fluttered, especially his peach blossom eyes, which, when narrowed, were as gentle as a spring breeze, yet possessed a powerful magnetic pull that deeply attracted her.

Especially the stick under Zhikong's monk's robe, it still hadn't stopped, stretching his trousers wide as if it would burst at any moment.

"Little monk, my mother-in-law is home. If she sees you... your stick, she'll definitely think the wrong thing. So you'd better leave quickly." Xiuzhu finally reluctantly gave him the order to leave.

Although she was a Buddhist, a monk wasn't a eunuch, and his "tool" was still intact. If someone saw it, they would inevitably gossip. She, a married woman, wasn't afraid of these things, but the young monk was a Buddhist disciple. If someone saw him, it would be disastrous.

"Female benefactor, where do you want this poor monk to go? I don't know anyone here. What if I run into bad people and they kidnap me and sell me? Wouldn't you feel guilty for the rest of your life? How about this? I see you have a small woodshed here. Why don't you let me stay for one night, and I'll leave at dawn tomorrow?" Zhikong said pitifully.

"Then... wait a moment, I'll go ask Grandma." Xiuzhu said, her face flushed, and ran into the house.

Zhikong stood there dumbfounded, somewhat confused. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was her face so red? Was it because the stick on his body had frightened her?

After a while, Xiuzhu came out and said that Grandma had agreed, and he could sleep in the woodshed for the night and leave the next day.

Zhikong was overjoyed to hear this and thanked her repeatedly. That evening, after eating and drinking his fill, he wisely went into the woodshed, lay down on a pile of weeds, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Although Xiuzhu's life was hard, she was comforted by the fact that her mother-in-law treated her well. Her mother-in-law would often come to the kang (heated brick bed) to chat, but after only a few words, her mother-in-law would frown. Sure enough, before the kang was even warm, her mother-in-law started nagging again: "Xiuzhu, you've been married to Genzi for over half a year now, but why haven't you two had a son yet?"

Xiuzhu knew her mother-in-law was pressuring her and Genzi to have a son again. Her face gradually fell. She glanced at the night outside the window and sighed, "Mother, it's not that I don't want to give you a big, healthy son, it's just that Genzi can't even move. What do you want me to do?" "What?"

The old woman's face flushed slightly. "Xiu, you can't touch the root, but you can! Can't you take the initiative and put that kind of tool down there?"

Upon hearing this, Xiuzhu's pretty face immediately turned red, and the blush lingered for a long time. "This..."

Actually, she had thought about what her mother-in-law was saying before, but she had married into the family to repay a debt of gratitude. From beginning to end, she had no feelings for her mother-in-law's ugly, paralyzed son. If she were forced in, she would get physical comfort, but wouldn't she lose her chastity that she had guarded for so many years?

Although her mother-in-law had made her marry Shagen to give their family a son, after thinking it over, she was unwilling to give up her clean body like that.

"It's settled then! Mother is going back to her room to sleep!" The old woman didn't give Xiuzhu any chance to refuse. After saying this, she got off the kang (a heated brick bed) and swayed towards her room.

After her mother-in-law's figure disappeared into the distance, Xiuzhu couldn't help but glance at Shagen, who was fast asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed). He was only wearing a pair of shorts, his dark chest hair densely distributed. Below that was the farming tool her mother-in-law had mentioned; through the almost transparent shorts, one could vaguely see the weeds and limp penis underneath.

They say a woman marries a man for food and clothing. She wasn't worried about food or clothing after marrying Shagen; her mother-in-law would give her a bulging purse during festivals—she knew exactly what it contained. But this lifeless existence was becoming increasingly dull and meaningless to her.

Sometimes Xiuzhu would ponder to herself, why could the widows in the village have affairs, but she, a young wife, couldn't? Was she destined to spend her whole life with an ugly, paralyzed man?

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and the big yellow dog tied up in the yard perked up, barking incessantly.

Xiuzhu fastened the top two buttons of her blouse, pulled up her light floral trousers, rolled off the kang (heated brick bed), and walked outside in her slippers.

"Who is it?" Xiuzhu stood at the door, not opening it immediately, but asking timidly.

Her mother-in-law had repeatedly warned her that most of the respectable men in the village had gone out to work and earn money to supplement the family income, and the rest were all scoundrels. She should never open the door to strangers, lest she lose her virginity for no reason. She might not remember other things her mother-in-law had said, but she remembered this sentence firmly in her heart.

As soon as Xiuzhu finished speaking, a very familiar voice came from outside the door: "Xiuer, it's me, it's your brother Dazhi, open the door quickly."

Hearing this voice, Xiuzhu immediately took a few steps back in fright. The person knocking on the door was Zhu Dazhi, the son of the village chief Zhu Fugui. From the first day she married into the family, Zhu Dazhi had been harassing her, saying that as long as she let him have his way, he would make sure she lived a life of luxury. But she was not the kind of woman who behaved improperly. Since she had married Shagen as her wife, she should uphold the virtues of a wife and never be tempted by other men.

Just as she was hesitating, the knocking stopped abruptly. Looking up, she saw dust falling from the low earthen wall to the east, and then a head popped out from outside... Chapter 6 Why Not Go and See Her

Some people say that a woman is like a piece of land; an unmarried girl is called wasteland; a married woman is called fertile land; and a woman whose husband is never home is called abandoned land. Ever since Xiuzhu married the bedridden, paralyzed Shagen, the land there had been plagued by drought year after year, and they desperately wanted a flood. Just then, Zhu Dazhi, known throughout the village for his womanizing ways, sneaked up to her mud wall

in the dark. In no time, Zhu Dazhi climbed over from the outside. Seeing the timid Xiuzhu, his face lit up with joy, and he rushed over to hug her. "Xiu'er, I've missed you so much! You must have been so worried

about that blockhead Shagen, right? Come on, I'll satisfy you now." "Hey, you, you let me go! If my mother-in-law finds out, she'll break your legs!" Xiuzhu struggled, her voice low.

Women are all concerned with their image, and Xiuzhu was no exception. If her mother-in-law or Zhikong discovered this, she would be in deep trouble.

"Xiu'er, don't be afraid, I'll be gentle with you. That old geezer won't find out," Zhu Dazhi said, eagerly kissing Xiuzhu's neck.

"Amitabha, well said, well said. This benefactor, instead of staying home eating steamed buns, you've come here to gnaw on this female benefactor's neck. This is inappropriate, inappropriate." Zhikong had emerged from the woodshed and stood before Zhu Dazhi. Before

Zhu Dazhi's mouth could even touch Xiuzhu's neck, he was startled by Zhikong's voice, quickly releasing Xiuzhu and taking two steps back.

Zhu Dazhi knew perfectly well that besides the bedridden Shagen and the old woman, only the beautiful Xiuzhu remained in the house. There was no other man. Therefore, upon hearing Zhikong's voice, he was clearly startled, thinking Shagen had jumped off the bed!

Upon seeing Zhikong, Xiuzhu immediately ran behind him and hid, timidly saying, "Little monk, he's a bad person. Please help me get rid of him."

Zhikong clasped his hands together and solemnly chanted, "Amitabha, benefactor, if you have nothing else to say, please get lost."

Zhu Dazhi took a closer look and realized it was a monk. He immediately perked up, "You stinking monk, what are you doing at Xiu'er's house? Could it be that you and Xiu'er..."

"Pah, pah, pah, Zhu Dazhi, if you dare to talk nonsense, I'll tell your father to teach you a lesson, you good-for-nothing bastard." Before Zhu Dazhi could finish speaking, Xiuzhu quickly interrupted him.

But thinking of the last two words of Zhikong's sentence, she couldn't help but chuckle. Despite the young monk's serious appearance, he spoke with a real manly air.

Xiuzhu's laughter made Zhu Dazhi lose face. He immediately pointed at Zhikong's nose and cursed, "You stinking monk, how dare you curse me! Aren't monks forbidden from cursing?"

Zhikong calmly replied, "Amitabha, you are right, we monks do not curse, but for some beasts, that's another matter."

"You..." Zhu Dazhi was so angry his nose almost twisted, but fearing he would disturb the old woman and cause gossip, he simply turned and stormed off.

Once Zhu Dazhi had unlatched the door and left, Xiuzhu's heart finally settled. She said, "Young monk, you are my savior. Whatever you want in the future, I will give you."

"Is that really true?" Zhikong asked.

“Really, really, although I, Xiuzhu, am a woman, my words are like water spilled, there’s no going back.” Xiuzhu said earnestly.

“Then if I wanted you to take those two things off so I could see them, would you be willing?” Zhikong said, pointing to the two large buns on Xiuzhu’s chest.

“Ah? This…this…” Xiuzhu didn’t expect Zhikong to make such an absurd request. Her face turned red, and she said softly, “These things are like your stick down there, they’re part of my body, I can’t take them off.”

“Then let me see them, I want to see them carefully. I only saw half of them during the day.” Zhikong said.

“Oh, you…you saw them all during the day?” Xiuzhu’s face turned even redder when she heard Zhikong say that.

“I didn’t see them all, just half.”

“Half isn’t enough? Do you want me to take off all my clothes so you can see everything? You little monk are really something else. How can a nun think about such things?” Xiuzhu said.

“I just wanted to see if you have a mole there. Before I came down the mountain, my master told me that if I have a mole there, it means I have a connection with Buddhism,” Zhikong said.

“A mole?” Xiuzhu thought about it carefully for a moment, then pretended to suddenly understand and said, “By the way, I know a woman who has that mole you mentioned. Why don’t you go and check her out…”

Chapter 7 This is something I was born with

Xiuzhu told Zhikong that there was a woman living in the second house to the east of hers who had a mole on her chest. She even found a flashlight and put it in Zhikong’s hand, saying, “It’s dark and the road is slippery, so take this with you to light your way. When you get there, don’t say that I told you. Just knock on the door and go in. If you see a woman, check her body.”

Xiuzhu was afraid that Zhikong’s comprehension was too poor, so she simply put it more tactfully. This way, Zhikong shouldn’t have any problems doing these things.

Zhikong thanked her and headed towards the house Xiuzhu had told him about. Reaching the door, he hesitated for a while before clearing his throat and calling out, "Is anyone home?"

No sooner had he spoken than Shanju's impatient voice came from inside the courtyard: "Who is it? It's so late, can't a person get some sleep?"

"Amitabha," Zhikong said earnestly, "this humble monk is passing through this place and has nowhere to stay. I hope the female benefactor will have mercy and let me in." Shanju

lazily walked out of the house, opened the door, and a cool breeze blew in, making her thin blouse cling to her body, perfectly highlighting her curvaceous figure.

By the dim light in the courtyard, Zhikong saw the pretty face so close to his. He thought, "Xiuzhu just said that whenever she sees a woman, she should examine her body. This person who looks so much like Xiuzhu is definitely a woman!

" The young and middle-aged men of Fenghuang Village work away from home year-round, and the women rarely see strong men; it's like seeing a god of wealth. But when Shanju saw the monk clearly, her expression suddenly changed. "Aren't you the bald man that Xiuzhu stole? Why aren't you with Xiuzhu at night? Why are you here instead?"

"You flatter me, benefactor. This humble monk doesn't know any Xiuzhu. I came down from Kuye Temple in Xishan. I just arrived in this village and haven't seen a single stranger yet. You're the first." Zhikong lied without batting an eye. Of course, this was all Xiuzhu's instruction: no matter what happened, he mustn't betray her.

Seeing that the monk spoke quite honestly and was rather handsome with a good physique, Shanju's heart fluttered. She said, "In that case, please come in."

Ever since Shanju learned that her husband, Ma Laifu, was impotent, she had been itching to find a man to release her pent-up desires. But most of the young and strong men in Phoenix Village had gone to work elsewhere, and the remaining men were either too old or too young, making it difficult for her to satisfy them. However, when she saw this handsome monk, the long-buried desire finally resurfaced.

And just then, Ma Laifu went to play cards at the house of the cripple Hu Dadan, and probably wouldn't be back until midnight. Jinbao and Yinbao were fast asleep on the kang (heated brick bed), leaving only her and Zhikong in the room—this was a golden opportunity!

"Female benefactor, why are you hiding your steamed buns in your clothes?" Zhikong pondered for a long time before finally coming up with an idea: to pretend to be clueless and wait for her to undress so he could see for himself.

"Ah?..." Although Shanju was an experienced woman, she couldn't help but blush when she heard Zhikong's words. She quickly covered her prominent breasts with her hands. "Little monk, you misunderstand. I didn't hide the steamed buns on my body. They're...they're something I was born with."

"Amitabha, this humble monk was also born from a mother's womb. Why didn't I come out with two steamed buns?" After his encounter with Xiuzhu, Zhikong already knew that the two large white steamed buns on a woman's chest were there and couldn't be removed, but in order to achieve his goal, he had to say this.

Shanju's face became even redder after Zhikong's words. She thought that this monk might have stayed in the temple for too long and was out of touch with reality, not even knowing a woman's characteristics. She was quite pleased. You see, she was cheating on her man with him. If the monk wasn't so foolish, and he accidentally let it slip, she'd be in deep trouble.

"Little Master, come with me." Shanju led Zhikong to a woodshed. After entering, she closed the door behind her back, propped it shut with several sticks, and lit a candle, placing it on a small stool nearby.

"Female benefactor, what are you doing?" Zhikong was confused. He only wanted to check if she had a mole on her chest; why did she bring him to the woodshed?

Shanju chuckled, then reached out and unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a glimpse of her white chest. "Little Master, didn't you want to eat steamed buns? Come on, hurry up, don't let my deadbeat see." Shanju

was different from Xiuzhu. In Phoenix Village, Shanju was notoriously promiscuous, often flirting with the village chief, Zhu Fugui, behind her man's back, hoping he would sleep with her. Everyone in the village knew that Zhu Fugui was rich, owning seven or eight acres of land, two large yellow oxen, and a flock of chicks. Anyone who became his woman would be secretly thrilled.

Zhu Fugui wasn't exactly a saint either; he would never refuse such a tempting offer. However, fearing his wife Qiaolian would find out, he always arranged to meet Shanju in the open. Hu Dadan's lush cornfield was their frequent haunt.

Seeing that Zhikong's expression seemed somewhat unpleasant, Shanju simply unbuttoned another button, exposing a third of her two snow-white breasts to Zhikong. "Now, can you see clearly?"

Zhikong secretly swallowed, took a few quick steps forward, and tilted his head to look. "Amitabha, the seam is too small, this humble monk can't see very clearly."

Chapter 8 My Sister-in-Law Isn't a Tiger

, She's a Woman Shanju didn't expect this monk to be so perceptive,

revealing his true colors in such a short time. Looking at his thieving eyes, it was as if he couldn't wait to pounce and take a few bites. Shanju listened carefully, but didn't hear anything unusual, so she relaxed and reached out to unbutton her clothes one by one. Soon, her two pink mounds were completely exposed, without any concealment.

Although Shanju's breasts weren't as large as Xiuzhu's, they were quite delicate and exquisite, round and smooth, with two small purplish-red nipples that were particularly alluring.

Zhikong stared in disbelief, taking a while to recover. "Why don't I see any moles?"

"What mole?" Shanju asked.

"Before I came down the mountain, my master told me that any woman with a mole on her chest is my destined partner, but you don't have one," Zhikong said, somewhat disappointed.

"So what? If you make your sister-in-law feel comfortable later, she'll help you find your destined partner. You know I'm a woman, and it's very easy for a woman to see a woman's private parts. It's better than you running around like a headless fly, right?" Shanju said ambiguously.

"Sister-in-law?" Zhikong was completely confused.

"Silly boy, I'm older than you, so I should call you sister-in-law. Come on, don't just stand there like an idiot, come and love your sister-in-law." Shanju looked at Zhikong expectantly.

"How do I love her?" Zhikong asked blankly.

“Come on, let me teach you. First, pounce on me like a wolf, then help me take off my clothes and pants, then touch me. If you make me feel comfortable, that means you love me.” Shanju began to impart her experience to Zhikong.

Zhikong hadn’t quite understood before, but after hearing Shanju’s words, he knew what to do. He couldn’t wait to pounce on Shanju and started to take off her clothes and pants. “I’ve never seen a ‘tiger’s’ body before. This time, I’m going to take a good look!” As he spoke, his hands trembled as he began to undo Shanju’s belt.

“Oh, be gentle. Look how impatient you are. Don’t worry, there will be plenty of time for you to touch, eat, and play with later. Just be gentle and don’t hurt me. I have to go to buy goods tomorrow.” Shanju’s mind went blank after Zhikong’s actions. She said whatever came to mind, not caring if anyone overheard.

"This humble monk can't wait any longer! Give it to me quickly! I want to eat your two steamed buns with red dates inside, and I also want to use my stick to help you clean up that red room. Tell me quickly, what should I do?" Zhikong said anxiously. Because it was his first time doing these things, he was flustered and confused. Although he had taken off Shanju's clothes, he didn't know where to start and was sweating profusely.

"Don't rush, let me teach you. First, open your mouth and bite down on this part of me like you're biting a steamed bun. Yes, like that. Be gentle, ouch, you're hurting me so much! I don't mean you have to actually bite, but rather put it in your mouth and gently suck and bite. Come on, let me help you take off your dirty, smelly monk's robes and trousers." Shanju was completely convinced by Zhikong. She had only used a metaphor, and he had actually taken a bite. It looked like he was really treating her "sister" like a steamed bun. But even so, Shanju didn't want to miss such an opportunity to enjoy herself, so she simply reached out to unbutton his clothes and trousers.

"Female benefactor, no, no, this humble monk is still a virgin," Zhikong struggled.

"You silly boy, how can you love your sister-in-law if you don't take off your clothes? Hurry up, listen to me, let your sister-in-law take off all your clothes, then you can properly love your sister-in-law." Shanju said helplessly, then placed her hands on his belt again.

"No, Master told me that the women down the mountain are tigers. How can I take off my clothes in front of tigers? What if the tiger gets angry and bites off my 'stick'?" Zhikong was still worried. After all, he couldn't ignore his master's words.

"Silly boy, let me tell you, I'm not a tiger, I'm a woman. Look, my body is different from a tiger's. My body is so smooth. Tigers have fur, but I don't." Shanju said proudly.

"Who said I don't have fur? What is that dark place of yours if not fur?" Zhikong pointed to Shanju's private parts.

Shanju originally thought she could fool this foolish monk with a few words, but she didn't expect him to be so observant, even seeing her most hidden parts. Now she had tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead; even if she wasn't a tiger, she would be mistaken for one. Just then, Shanju suddenly had a bright idea, and then, taking advantage of Zhikong's inattention, she pulled down his monk's trousers... Chapter 9 The Fish Here Don't Bit In

a moment of carelessness, Zhikong's thin monk's trousers were pulled down to his ankles by Shanju. At the same time, the large bird inside immediately jumped out, swaying in front of Shanju, dazzling her eyes.

"Ah, what are you doing? I hid this stick perfectly well, why did you have to bring it out?" Zhikong said anxiously.

"Silly boy, look, don't you have hair there too? If your sister-in-law is a tiger, then you and your sister-in-law are the same kind." Shanju said cheerfully, pointing to the messy grass below Zhikong.

Zhikong looked down and sure enough, there were a lot of weeds around the long, thick stick. He had seen them before when he urinated in the temple, but he had asked his senior brother why there were weeds there. His senior brother had scratched his bald head and said that they weren't weeds, but hair. Laymen's hair grows on their heads, but monks' hair grows on their scalps, which is why they don't have hair on top.

"But even though I have hair here, why don't I have a wide and long stream like yours?" Zhikong said innocently.

"Silly boy, if you had that, you wouldn't be a man. Let me tell you, your stick is magical. If you put it in my stream, the stick will get wet, and white feather arrows will fly out from the gaps in the stick." Shanju knew that Zhikong was a bit silly and didn't understand anything, so she simply started to fool him.

Zhikong, upon hearing this, didn't believe Shanju was exaggerating. He had indeed witnessed this scene at the temple. His eldest and third senior brothers, taking advantage of their master's absence, had gone to the kang (heated brick bed), lay down, and placed their hands on their groins. Soon, the stick miraculously stood up. Then, they made a bet to see who could shoot a white feathered arrow first. Unbeknownst to them, he had been secretly watching from outside. After a while, their movements became faster and faster, and the stick grew longer and longer. Finally, it shook, and several more white feathered arrows flew out. The eldest brother's arrow flew ten feet high, while the third brother's was even more spectacular, hitting the roof beam.

From then on, whenever no one was around, Zhikong would imitate his brothers, placing his hands on his groin and playing with it until the stick hardened and grew longer. Then he would run to the woods to shoot birds, but due to the height difference, he had never succeeded.

Thinking of this, Zhikong suddenly stared at the small river below Shanju and asked, "By the way, since this is a small river, are there any fish in it?"

"Yes, yes, there are big fish and small fish. As long as you do as your sister-in-law says, your sister-in-law will definitely satisfy you." Seeing that Zhikong seemed to have been tricked, Shanju continued to deceive him.

"If I put this stick in, will the fish bite me? What if they bite it and break it? Won't my senior brothers laugh at me? Their sticks are all long and thick. If mine suddenly disappears, they'll definitely laugh at me," Zhikong said worriedly.

"Silly boy, don't worry, the fish here don't bite. If you don't believe me, your sister-in-law will demonstrate for you," Shanju said, inserting her index finger... It would have been better if she hadn't inserted it. As soon as she did, Shanju felt a warm current slowly flowing through her body, like a hot spring flowing into her body—it felt incredibly comfortable. So, after a short while, Shanju couldn't help but groan.

After a while, Shanju finally took her finger out, waved it in front of Zhikong, and laughed, "Look, my finger is perfectly fine, don't worry, the fish won't bite."

Zhikong picked up the stick and said excitedly, "Then I'll try putting this stick in."

"Try it, try it, try it however you want. Not only will your sister-in-law not blame you, but if you're happy, she'll even make you a bowl of pork stew with vermicelli. If that doesn't work, she'll slaughter a chicken for you and make you some chicken stew with mushrooms." Shanju said expectantly.

"Amitabha, forgive me, forgive me. This humble monk only eats vegetarian food, not meat. Just give me a plate of cucumber and two big white steamed buns." Zhikong said.

"What's the big deal? If you make your sister-in-law feel comfortable later, she'll bring out the cucumbers she's hidden in her room to treat you. You can't complain." Shanju said with a flirtatious smile.

"Not at all, not at all, I'm overjoyed!" Zhikong, that simple-minded fellow, was thrilled at the mention of cucumbers, unaware that Shanju had already wasted them somewhere.

"It's good that you don't mind. I thought you silly boy would find me annoying. Don't just stand there, hurry up and put that stick in." Shanju said, lying down in the haystack in the woodshed, spreading her legs so Zhikong could enter accurately. Zhikong

picked up the stick, which was already as hard as an iron pillar, knelt on the ground, and was about to thrust forward when a loud voice suddenly came from outside, "Dajuzi, come out quickly, look who's here?!" It was Ma Laifu's voice.

Chapter 10 How Can I Get By Without a Wife to Take Care of Me?

Upon hearing that her husband had returned, Shanju quickly scrambled out of the haystack, hurriedly put on her clothes, glared at Zhikong, and whispered, "Silly boy, you stay in this woodshed. Don't come out unless your sister-in-law calls you, understand? Also, don't make a sound. If my deadbeat finds out, he'll cut off your 'stick' and feed it to the dogs."

Zhikong was startled and said, "I haven't offended him, why would he cut off my 'stick' and feed it to the dogs?..."

"Shh—" Shanju covered Zhikong's mouth, afraid that Ma Laifu outside would hear, "Listen to your sister-in-law, don't make a sound. After my deadbeat falls asleep, I'll come find you here."

Zhikong nodded blankly, stammering for a long time without uttering a complete word.

Shanju released her grip, glanced at Zhikong with a seductive look, and then swayed her slender waist as she left the woodshed. Before leaving, she made sure to close the door tightly to avoid being seen.

As Shanju walked out of the woodshed, Ma Laifu and Hu Dadan were chatting in the courtyard. Seeing Shanju approaching, Ma Laifu immediately waved and called out, "Daju, come here quickly! Brother Dadan is having dinner at our house tonight. Go to the shop and get some peanuts, broad beans, and a couple of side dishes. Get a bottle of Lao Cunzhang (Old Village Chief) wine; I want to have a couple of drinks with Brother Dadan."

Upon hearing this, Shanju's face immediately darkened. This damned fellow was playing cards at Hu Dadan's house, why did he have to come back at this time and invite Hu Dadan, the village's famous bachelor, for drinks and dinner? What right did he have? Although Hu Dadan was lame, he lived alone and had no family to worry about. Her family, on the other hand, consisted of four people. Although they ran a small supermarket, it was tiny and they barely made any money. Why would she spend so much money treating a complete stranger to drinks and dinner?

Shanju was notoriously stingy in the village. She wouldn't even spend money to buy Ma Laifu a new pair of underwear, let alone a stranger like Hu Dadan. So, when she heard Ma Laifu say he wanted to invite Hu Dadan to his house for drinks and dinner, her face immediately darkened.

At this moment, Hu Dadan said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, no need to trouble yourself. Do you have any leftover wine at home? Just give me a couple of ounces. As for the dishes, a couple of salted duck eggs will do. We're all neighbors, no need to be so particular."

"Look, look, Dadan is so thoughtful. He knows your family isn't well-off, so he's always thinking of you. Brother Dadan, don't worry, if I see any pretty girls at the supermarket tomorrow, I'll definitely ask them for you. You're almost thirty, how can you manage without a wife to take care of you?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Dadan immediately said gratefully, "Then I'll thank you in advance, sister-in-law. If you can really help me find a wife, I'll do anything you ask."

"Look at what you're saying. Since you call me sister-in-law, your business is my business. Don't be so formal in the future." Shanju said, and then really prepared to go inside to look for the expired bottle of liquor.

"Hey Daju, what are you looking for? Didn't you hear what I just said? Hurry up and come back, I'm going to drink with Brother Dadan until we drop!" Ma Laifu said, glaring at Shanju with some displeasure.

Although Ma Laifu was an honest and simple man, he still cared about his reputation. Brother Dadan had gone to great lengths to come to his house and even said he would teach him his special skills. How could he just give him expired liquor and rotten salted duck eggs?

Normally, Ma Laifu was afraid of Shanju getting angry at him, but now it was different. With Hu Dadan here, Shanju would definitely think twice before getting angry. In any case, the image of the women of Fenghuang Village couldn't be ruined.

Shanju was initially a little reluctant, but it was just the two of them, Hu Dadan and Brother Dadan. How much could they drink? How much could they eat? She didn't know about this "bold brother," but she knew her deadbeat husband very well. He could drink beer—three bottles without batting an eye—but if it was baijiu (Chinese liquor), he'd be passed out after a couple of cups.

Thinking of this, Shanju swayed as she went out the door, glancing towards the woodshed before leaving, afraid her deadbeat husband might go crazy and take the "bold brother" there for a visit. Let's

leave aside Shanju's business of getting drinks and food for now; let's talk about Zhikong. Ever since Shanju told him to be quiet, he hadn't dared to fart inside. But he'd just eaten two large steamed buns and three ladles of water at Xiuzhu's house, and his genitals were already throbbing. If he didn't let out soon, he'd die of constipation.

Coincidentally, Hu Dadan probably ate too much at lunch and hadn't had time to relieve himself, so he let out a long burp. Zhikong seized the opportunity and quickly farted. The burp and fart were mixed together, almost inaudible unless you listened carefully.

Ma Laifu assumed Hu Dadan was burping and farting at the same time, so he held his breath to prevent the stench from entering his nostrils. After a while, Ma Laifu led Hu Dadan to the guest room, brought him a low stool, and said calmly, "Brother Dadan, when we were playing cards at your house earlier, you told me you would teach me your special skill. Did you really mean that?"

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