"Pfft," Zhen Shan couldn't help but laugh out loud, and bit him again gently, "Master, you will make me feel like you are teasing a young girl like this."

Wuchen lowered his eyes, his butterfly-winged eyelashes trembled violently, and his face was so hot that he could boil an egg.

Zhen Shan felt that this little monk was really funny, so he stretched out his hand and poked his chest gently, his eyes as charming as silk and his smile as bright as a flower, "Master, do you like me doing this to you? Hmm?"

Wuchen's Adam's apple rolled, and his clear voice was now extremely hoarse, "Poor, poor monk..."

Zhen Shan blinked again and changed into a weak and pitiful look, "Master, don't you like it? That's all, I won't disturb Master's practice anymore."

With that said, she was about to let go of Wuchen, turn around and leave.

Wuchen's face suddenly turned pale. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. He trembled in her ear and begged in panic, "Wuxin, Shanshan, don't go, don't go..."

Zhen Shan's heart suddenly trembled, and the tugging was severe. She raised her arms to hug him, gently caressed his back, and said softly: "Wuchen, I'm here, I'm not leaving."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Wuchen closed his eyes, hugged her tighter, and kept repeating those three words, desperate to the point of crying.

Zhen Shan couldn't help but raise her head, kissed his eyebrows, and kissed his lips again. Different from the ambiguous intimacy just now, she was deeply attached to his lips and teeth.

Wuchen was stunned for a while, then he tightened his grip on her slender waist and responded frantically.

Zhen Shan stepped back slightly, pressed her lips against his, and her hot breaths mingled together. She smiled lowly and said, "Little monk, you broke the precepts, what should I do?"

Wuchen pursues the butterfly that wants to leave, and there is no indifference in his eyes anymore. His love is intertwined, and he is greedy, angry, and crazy only because of her.

He said: "The monk's precepts are now only those of the benefactor."

Zhen Shan's eyes were deep, her slender hands crossed his chest, and he almost roughly pulled open his collar. She pressed her red lips on his heart, and her voice was so gentle that it was weird, "Even if you are in hell and doomed, don't you regret it?"

Wuchen lowered his head and buried himself in her soft hair, and responded softly.

The Buddha advised the world to stop being greedy and ignorant, but he did not understand how enchanting the gentleness of the human world can be. For this reason, he did not hesitate to abandon the gods and Buddhas in his heart and violated all the rules and precepts, just to be greedy and meet her again.

He is destined to not be able to survive the three thousand mortal worlds. So, if he comes to spend this night with her, it will be his Dzogchen. What if he will never recover?

Zhen Shan chuckled lightly and put aside all scruples to offer his red lips. If he is dreaming now and drunk now, who cares about the gods and Buddhas of heaven and earth?

The plum blossoms are falling in the downpour, the spring night under the brocade tent is endlessly in love, and the spring soul is in chaos due to the beauty of the flowers. This is an extremely happy situation.

…

The spring inside the Zen room is warm and beautiful, but the cold wind blows in the small pavilion not far away. From time to time, the four of them cast their eyes on the closed door of the Zen room.

Da Ya frowned, "Didn't Master take Miss Ashan to change clothes? Why did it take so long to change?"

Moreover, when Miss Ashan changes clothes, shouldn’t everyone come out to avoid suspicion?

As both men, Lin Feng and the nerdy young man remained silent, and both felt guilty for the dirty thoughts they had in mind.

That master is like an immortal. He is in a Zen room and worshiping the Buddha. How could he act recklessly?

"Maybe they have something to discuss privately."

It's a legitimate reason, otherwise they should recite Amitabha.

It's a pity that Lin Feng and the others don't know that no gods or Buddhas appear in Wuchen's Zen room after his enlightenment and death. Zhen Shan is the only one he prays to from beginning to end.

Just like what he said, the only precept left in his heart and the one he wanted to keep was her.

Da Ya nodded, with a serious face, "Is the matter at the Buddha Mother Hall making Miss Ashan difficult?"

Lin Feng: "Well... I really didn't see this."

Da Ya glared at him, "Maybe Miss Ashan was worried that we would overthink it, so she pretended to be fine?"

Lin Feng was expressionless: "Maybe!"

Anyway, I'm sorry, but he didn't realize that the young lady was so considerate?
Chapter completed!