69novels Chapter 33 Is Xiaoqian a good girl?
Chapter 33 Is Xiaoqian a good girl?
Parting the green vines, three large characters were clearly engraved on the green stone tablet.
"It really is Lanruo Temple."
Sheng Wansong laughed out loud, "I thought the manager had made a mistake, but it seems the person who built this temple was an ignorant and incompetent fake monk."
An Lan, puzzled, asked, "Why do you say that?"
"In Sanskrit, 'Lanruo' means temple. If the three characters 'Lanruo Temple' are translated literally, it would be 'temple'."
An Lan never hesitated to praise her master, clapping her hands and saying, "Master is amazing!"
As they passed the stone tablet, a gust of cold wind swept over them, signifying that the two had entered the territory of Lanruo Temple.
Looking ahead, the area is overgrown with weeds and covered with cobwebs, and occasionally a few dried-up bones can be seen, but the outline of the temple tower is still magnificent, indicating that this place must have been a grand and magnificent temple in the past.
Today, the pagoda is covered in dust, the Buddha statue is faded, and the gates and walls are dilapidated.
The sun was setting in the west, and a gloomy atmosphere hung in the air.
"An'an, we'll rest here in the Great Buddha Hall tonight."
Sheng Wansong found an open space to sit down, intending to meditate and cultivate while waiting for nightfall. Unexpectedly, An'an broke off a willow branch and began sweeping away the dust and breaking the spider webs.
"An'an?"
An Lan replied, "Master, you taught me that the phoenix chooses its tree to perch on."
"How could you possibly spend the night in such a filthy place?"
Upon hearing this, even Sheng Wansong couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.
"Why go through all that trouble?"
He raised his hand and waved it, unleashing boundless power that whipped up a whirlwind that swept away all the dust in the room, restoring it to its bright state.
The main hall was empty, and the high platform where the Buddha statues were once enshrined was now completely bare, with only the two wrathful Vajra guardian stone statues remaining on either side.
Sheng Wansong recalled his three rainbow-level talents, one of which was the Heavenly Buddha's Descent.
He lightly touched the ground with his toes and jumped onto the high platform, where he sat down cross-legged.
"I am a Buddha descended to earth, and I am rightfully entitled to sit in this position."
Seeing this, An Lan took out the purple-gold cushion he had brought from home from his bag and placed it under the Buddha statue, thus beginning his meditation practice.
As night fell, a fierce wind arose.
A rapid knocking sounded on the door, accompanied by an anxious female voice.
"Help! Open the door!"
They both opened their eyes at the same time. An Lan looked up at him, asking for his opinion: "Master?"
Sheng Wansong knew that what was outside the door was a ghost, not a human.
This was exactly what he wanted.
"An'an, open the door."
The broken door creaked open.
Outside the door stood a beautiful young woman. Before she could even feel surprised, she was stunned by the sight inside the hall and retreated.
The temple was originally covered in dust and filth, and the female ghost had repeatedly sought pleasure there, seducing men.
Now that the dust has settled, the two Vajra statues glare angrily, their majestic presence causing his soul to tremble and nearly revealing his ghostly nature.
She retreated several steps, not daring to go any further, and cried out to Sheng Wansong, who was standing in the center of the two Vajra statues, "Young master, save me! There are evil people chasing me from behind."
"the wicked?"
Sheng Wansong repeated it once.
"Yes, he's a ruthless killer."
The woman, dressed in a thin, light blue gauze that barely covered her body, took a step forward and revealed her entire snow-white thigh outside the gauze. She gently caressed it with her delicate hand and said in a seductive tone, "If you, young master, are willing to lend a helping hand, I, Xiaoqing, am willing to offer myself in return."
Her eyes were alluring, and her jade-like hands traced up her legs, pushing the peaks upwards.
However, Sheng Wansong had seen people much older than her.
"An'an, do you think Xiaoqing is a good girl?"
An Lan chuckled and shook her head decisively, "It doesn't look like it, it looks like something sold in a brothel."
"Trying to fool me? Try with a better girl."
As soon as he finished speaking, An Lan slammed the door shut, locking the female ghost outside.
The female ghost Xiaoqing was so angry that she was practically spitting fire from her seven orifices, and her fingernails grew to more than three inches long, resembling ten sharp daggers.
If she hadn't been afraid of those two Vajra statues, she would have given up the temptation and charged straight in.
She was so angry she wanted to grind her teeth, and with a stomp of her foot, she turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared into the distance.
"Grandma~~"
Xiaoqing drifted back to her lair, where bones were scattered everywhere and resentment filled the air.
An old monster, now in human form, lay reclining on a bed of human heads, enjoying the service of the little devils.
"Xiaoqing, why are you back so soon?"
"Grandma Qilin".
Xiaoqing knelt before the old monster, saying, "That scholar cleaned the main hall spotlessly, and with those two Vajra statues around, I dared not go in."
The little devil next to her handed her a pipe, and Grandma took a puff and exhaled blue smoke.
"Aren't you going to trick him into coming out?"
Thinking about what had just happened, Xiaoqing was furious. "He! He! He's gone too far!"
Tell Grandma.
Xiaoqing dared not deceive the old monster, and immediately recounted the whole story of what had just happened.
"Hahahaha!"
Grandma laughed loudly, her laughter shaking the bones of those around her and sending gusts of cold wind through the air.
Inside the demon cave, all sorts of evil spirits and monsters laughed and joked, making Xiaoqing's face turn ashen with anger.
"Grandma! You're laughing at other people too!"
"Okay, okay."
After laughing enough, Grandma spoke up to comfort her top salesman, "These young masters are different from roughnecks in the martial arts world. They prefer to play hard to get and pretend to be aloof. You've got the method wrong."
"Since he likes nice girls, Grandma will give him a nice girl."
"Once we lure him out, Xiaoqing, I'll let you tear him to pieces to vent your anger."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoqing knelt down beside the old monster and pressed her head against the monster's withered hand. "Thank you, Grandma. You're the one who loves me the most."
Grandma chuckled and rubbed the dog's head that had been delivered to her door, then ordered the bald-headed kid beside her, "Someone, call Xiaoqian over here."
Before long, a female ghost in white was brought before Grandma.
Unlike other spirits, she was clearly not used to being a ghost yet; she panicked and turned pale just from stepping on a skull.
"Xiaoqian, this is your first order."
"Grandma, I'm really looking forward to your performance. Please don't let me down!"
Grandma took another puff of her cigarette and exhaled the smoke towards Xiaoqian. If you looked closely, you could clearly see a face wailing in terror before the smoke finally dissipated.
Grandma wasn't inhaling human opium at all; she was inhaling the very essence of a human soul!
Xiaoqian was filled with fear, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Xiaoqian will definitely not let Grandma down!"
Go!
After Grandma waved her hand, Xiaoqian immediately set off and rushed to the entrance of Lanruo Temple.
She imitated Xiaoqing, banging on the door repeatedly, crying, "Help! Help!"
"Someone's trying to kill me!"
Unlike her seniors, her acting skills need improvement, but her vocalizations are quite impressive.
"An'an, open the door."
The gate opened, and Xiaoqian, also captivated by King Kong, took three steps back, using her white veils to shield herself from view. It took her a long time to recover.
Seeing that the person seeking lodging was actually sitting in the Buddha's seat, he cursed inwardly for their audacity, but for the sake of his own life, he still clasped his hands together, looking pitiful.
"I bow to the Supreme Being, whose radiant light illuminates the entire universe. Unmoved by the eight winds, he sits serenely on the golden lotus."
She first recited a poem praising the Buddha, and then said gently, "Since you sit on the Buddha's throne, could you extend a helping hand to my daughter like the compassionate Tathagata Buddha?"
Sheng Wansong looked at the female ghost and felt that Lanruo Temple was like a wishing well; if you asked for a pure one, it would actually send you a pure one.
"An'an, do you think this girl in white is a good girl?"
An Lan shook her head again, knowing that anyone tempting their master was definitely not a good person.