Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 361 Pitfall for Xiaoyun

The dilapidated temple was surprisingly clean and tidy, a hidden gem in itself.

Although the place was dilapidated, it was spotless. There were seven or eight silk quilts laid out next to the table piled with food and wine. The fattest woman sat there, surrounded by five or six men, as if she were the center of attention.

These men were all dressed in brightly colored clothes, were quite young, and not bad-looking. Some even had powder on their faces, which reminded Murong Fu of Xiao Mimi and her male lovers.

They weren't actually that thin, but compared to this woman, they looked like little monkeys, weak and powerless.

Some of the five or six men were massaging her legs, some were massaging her back, some were fanning her, and some were holding golden cups and feeding her wine.

There were two others with powdered faces, huddled at her feet. They had huge, sweaty feet, at least size 50, and the rising heat distorted the surrounding air.

Although the two men didn't have tails, Murong Fu's first impression of them was that they were begging for mercy.

The fat woman tore apart fried chicken in her hand, and when she was in a good mood, she would tear off a piece and feed it to them.

Fortunately, Long Xiaoyun had already vomited once, otherwise he would probably have vomited on the spot. He had never seen anything more disgusting in his life.

Murong Fu was alright; he was mentally prepared, but he was still a little surprised because he thought it was Bo Gang before he arrived, but he didn't expect to find out it was Na Gou.

He put his arm around Sun Xiaohong's waist and said, "It's okay, it's okay."

After saying that, Murong Fu released his hand and walked in. All the sounds immediately stopped, and all eyes were on him.

In any case, one would feel very awkward and uneasy in this situation.

Murong Fu did not.

He was a man who had weathered many storms. Although he felt resentful towards the scoundrel before him, he had already formed a protective barrier around himself with his true energy. With the help of the Mingyu Gong, he was able to suppress his negative emotions.

The fattest and largest woman had already squinted her eyes.

Her eyes weren't small, but now they were squeezed into a line by the fat on her face. Her neck might not have been short to begin with, but now it was filled with layers of fat.

She sat there like a mountain, a mountain of flesh.

Murong Fu said, "The Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva?"

The mountain of flesh seemed to widen its eyes slightly, and said in a deep, gruff voice, "You recognize me?"

Murong Fu stretched out his hands, gesturing to show her size, and said, "It's hard to mistake her. Is there really another person like her in the world?"

The Great Joyful Bodhisattva also smiled.

When she started laughing, there was nothing particularly unusual, but suddenly, all the fat on her body began to tremble.

Everyone in the room trembled along with her. Her mountain of flesh shook, and then a man in green clothes popped out from one of the folds of flesh. He was covered in what was probably sweat, which fell to the ground, wetting the surrounding floor tiles.

He was like a dying fish, his mouth agape, breathing greedily.

The cups, plates, and bowls on the table clattered and rattled, like an earthquake.

Her voice, like a whisper from a deep valley, rang out again: "Good, you're very good! You're very brave, I like it!!"

Pour the wine!

She stretched out her leg, which sprang up a man who was lying on her leg. The man quickly took a golden pot and cup and poured wine for Murong Fu.

Murong Fu saw that the man was wearing a purplish-red dress with lace trim. He was not short to begin with, but now he looked shrunken, and his face was covered with a thick layer of powder.

He recognized him by looking at his facial features and his eyes.

It was You Longsheng, whom he had asked Sun Xiaohong to find.

In the original novel, when Li Xunhuan saw You Longsheng again, You had already been serving the Great Joyful Bodhisattva for two years.

Only he knows the bitterness, spiciness, sourness, and sweetness he experienced.

At that time, he was like a soulless shell, numb and in pain.

Finally, he chose to ambush Li Xunhuan from behind during his duel with the Bodhisattva of Great Joy, and perished together with the Bodhisattva of Great Joy.

However, at this moment, perhaps because he had only recently been captured and his anger had not yet subsided, Murong Fu could see pain, shame, and despair on You Longsheng's face.

The other party handed the full wine glass to Murong Fu.

Then they heard the Bodhisattva of Great Joy say, "Little Dragon, go get the sword!"

You Longsheng's face showed a hint of pain, but he dared not disobey. He knew the methods of the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, so he had no choice but to go to the back.

You Longsheng's figure was not yet hunched, and his steps were somewhat unsteady. In less than half a cup of tea's time, he came out holding a long sword with a bird-shaped scabbard.

The Great Joyful Bodhisattva said, "Little Dragon, give him a performance!"

Amid laughter, he tossed most of the chicken in his hand toward You Longsheng.

With a clang, a flash of sword light was heard.

You Longsheng twisted his body, drew his sword, and the sword light flew out like a streak of lightning.

Most of the chicken had been cut into four pieces, which were then strung together on the sword.

The Bodhisattva of Great Joy smiled, and her group of female disciples smiled along with her. You Longsheng also smiled, but he alone shed tears.

Murong Fu sighed. This was indeed too humiliating for a man, no different from a woman losing her chastity.

Looking back, it was probably my fault for not reminding the other person.

But recalling the disgusting, sycophantic manner of You Longsheng during their last meeting, Murong Fu thought to himself: You were too sleazy and disgusting back then, I really didn't want to talk to you.

But at this moment, You Longsheng no longer possessed the naivety and cowardice of his youth; it seems that hardship and setbacks had matured him.

but....

Murong Fu glanced at the Great Joyful Female Bodhisattva, especially at her large stomach that dangled to the ground, and thought to himself that this suffering was indeed too bitter.

He then took the fried chicken from the tip of his sword, walked over to Long Xiaoyun, handed it to him, and said, "Xiaoyun, eat. Weren't you hungry?"

Long Xiaoyun whispered, "I threw up, but I'm not hungry..."

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Although Murong Fu heard it clearly, he ignored it and forced it on Long Xiaoyun. Then he pulled him to the Great Joy Bodhisattva and said, "Female Bodhisattva, I have a junior who wants to become your disciple."

His name is Long Xiaoyun. He's ruthless and a born bad boy, which is perfect for you.

You Longsheng, his disciples under the Great Joyful Bodhisattva, and the Judo boys were all startled when they heard Murong Fu's words.

I never expected that someone would dare to speak to the Great Joyful Bodhisattva like that.

Some were afraid, some were contemptuous, and some wanted to see rivers of blood flow.

But unexpectedly, the Bodhisattva of Great Joy said, "Okay."

Everyone was shocked, especially her disciples and attendants, who knew that the Great Joyful Bodhisattva was not an easy person to talk to.

It turned out that Murong Fu had used mind control techniques to hypnotize her while they were making eye contact and talking.