Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

"Yunhan, if you want to hug me, just hug me directly. Can you please not pull on my collar?"

"They're all the same, there's no difference."

Xiao Yunhan held him in her arms and reached out to stroke her younger brother's face.

Chu Mingkong sighed. Ever since he shrunk, the way people around him treated him had changed. But how could someone as calculating as Chu Mingkong not retaliate when touched?

He also reached out and stroked Xiao Yunhan's cheek. The touch was quite wonderful, cool and smooth, very comfortable, just like holding a woman who had just bathed in the river on a hot summer day.

"How effective were the pills I gave you last time?"

Chu Mingkong wanted to say it was pointless, but saying that would be too hurtful, so he tried to be kind this time.

"It's somewhat useful."

"That's fine, open your mouth." Xiao Yunhan took out several white jade porcelain bottles, and judging from the bottles, the pills inside were of extraordinary quality.

"No need, I'm fine now."

However, Xiao Yunhan ignored Chu Mingkong, her beautiful face expressionless and indifferent. She pinched his cheeks, forced his mouth open, and then stuffed those priceless pills into his mouth one by one like candy, until his cheeks bulged out.

"Swallow it, I have plenty more here. Take good care of yourself, and if you ever feel unwell, remember to come find me, I'm your older sister."

Chapter 142 Elder Possesses Demonic Possession (35/38)

Xiao Yunhan stuffed all the pills she had brought into Chu Mingkong's stomach and left satisfied.

Since his sister was so enthusiastic, Chu Mingkong also wanted to enthusiastically give her the two jumping... egg-shaped bells from his backpack, but out of a survival instinct, Chu Mingkong didn't dare to give them to her.

When Zuo Qiuchi came to find his apprentice, he found Chu Mingkong lying on the ground in a "wood" shape, looking dazed.

She walked over, politely took off her shoes, and lightly placed her jade-like feet on Chu Mingkong's face, shaking his head.

"What happened? Did Yunhan break it?"

Chu Mingkong was on the verge of death, but seeing Zuo Qiuchi's beautiful feet revived him. He tried to sprawl up like a carp, but his stomach was a little bloated and he didn't want to get up. In the end, he gave up trying to be a lucky koi and decided to lie down like a salted fish.

"Pretty much, she stuffed those dozen or so bottles of pills into my stomach, I'm about to die..."

"That's quite generous of you." Zuo Qiuchi smelled the lingering medicinal fragrance in the air.

The pills Xiao Yunhan gave him were all extremely precious, including her Ice Pill, which she refined using her cultivation level. No one would be willing to do that, as it takes ten parts of cultivation to refine a pill with only one part of power. However, Xiao Yunhan's spiritual energy was special; it wasn't entirely for increasing Chu Mingkong's power, but mainly for the calming effect of the ice spiritual energy.

"Master, do you want some? I still have a lot of undigested food in my stomach. I'll throw it up and let you taste it, ooh!"

He had barely finished speaking when Zuo Qiuchi stomped on his face.

The key point isn't being stepped on, but who stepped on him and whether those feet were worth it for Chu Mingkong to be stepped on. On the contrary, Chu Mingkong is now enjoying himself.

Lying down all the time wasn't a good idea, so Chu Mingkong channeled his inner energy to refine the immense medicinal power. He became like an open medicine furnace, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance, and wherever he went, the vegetation flourished.

This is a waste of Xiao Yunhan's good intentions, but it is a necessary measure. He really can't absorb it. If he tries to absorb it by force, he will probably just get a nosebleed and become stiff.

"When do you plan to leave? Things here have been mostly taken care of. The cover work that Xiaoxiang Qin Academy needed to do has been arranged. As for the relic, they'll have to handle it within their own sect."

Chu Mingkong sat up, took the woman's snow-white feet in his hands, put her shoes back on, and then asked:

"Relics? Wasn't it already dealt with? The seals have all been put back on. I just checked, and those disciples who were possessed by demons are gradually returning to normal."

Zuo Qiuchi shook his head, sighing that he was too young. Only after seeing that there were no outsiders around did he speak mysteriously:

"You may not know this, but these beautiful elders of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy have all been affected by the relic to some extent. They are currently suppressing the relic's demonic influence on them. Although it is not a major problem, it requires the special attention of these elders from a sect that practices pure cultivation. This is enough to show how profound the relic's influence is."

As a woman herself, Zuo Qiuchi was very virtuous. Even when speaking to her own disciples, she did not reveal what the elders had done, thus saving face for them.

Chu Mingkong's face was solemn. He looked at the ordinary filial piety that was rapidly increasing in his account and knew that what Zuo Qiuchi said was true!

These elders are battling the demonic forces within them!

"You were spying on them just now?"

"What do you mean by spying? I just noticed the demonic energy was leaking out and went to check it out. The ice pill that Xiao Yunhan gave you is useless to you. It's a waste to let its medicinal power dissipate. You might as well give it to these elders."

"Okay, I'll spit it out to them later. Master, I'm serious, is the effect of this relic still there?"

"Relics can be said to be the crystallization of a Buddhist's life. They can bear the power of the Buddha and naturally can contain evil thoughts in the heart. Generally, the Guanyin relics that can flow out are mostly from enlightened female Buddhist disciples. Judging from the influence of this relic on these elders, I suspect that the owner of this relic may have practiced joy meditation in her lifetime."

Zuo Qiuchi's words are a mixture of truth and falsehood, and the same goes for her conversation with Chu Mingkong. She may appear serious, but she might be talking nonsense, though she might also be mixing in a few truths. It all depends on her mood, and she herself might not even be sure when she wants to speak seriously.

But Chu Mingkong felt that what she said made sense. He really didn't think that the female elders who were cultivating themselves would be so thirsty. Even a lecher like him would fall into a state of sagehood if he entertained three royal beauties in one day.

To be honest, although the cultivation process of yin and yang merging is very beautiful, and the spirit and flesh are even more wonderful in the various cultivation positions of withdrawal and insertion, Chu Mingkong's enjoyment often comes from appreciating the reactions of the beautiful woman.

Pure self-comfort has a fertility-inducing effect, and you get tired of it after a couple of times. Besides, these elders don't have those stimulating comics or videos, so they must be influenced by something else.

Moreover, there are so many negative impacts. Buddhism has eight precepts, so how could it have such a big impact on the sexual desire of these elders?

Chu Mingkong raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice:

"You mean, this relic contains the Buddhist practice of Joyful Meditation?!"

"Not necessarily. It's possible that it has already been stolen. Do you remember what Elder Si said before about the traitor who tampered with the relic? I think the problem lies here."

The pure Buddha-nature has been taken away; from now on, the enlightenment and help it can bring will only decrease, while the negative impact will increase.

"That's quite troublesome, but does this mean that there is indeed a female cultivator who has received the Joyful Zen inheritance wandering outside?"

“It should be.” Zuo Qiuchi nodded. “Perhaps this could be seen as the reincarnation of a female bodhisattva? Buddhism talks about fate. That female traitor might have a connection with that relic. It’s hard to say. I just don’t know if the people here will allow us to take that relic. If they can take it, we might have a chance to sense the whereabouts of this ‘female bodhisattva’.”

"Master, why do you seem so determined to have this female Bodhisattva?"

Zuo Qiuchi said, "I still remember the debt I was cheated out of last time. I have to kidnap a female bodhisattva to vent my anger!"

Chu Mingkong: "...Unfortunately, we'll have to wait and see. Unless this female bodhisattva comes to our vicinity on her own, and besides, Xiaoxiang Qin Academy might not want us to take the relic away. Let's wait and see. We'll leave tomorrow morning. Staying here is a waste of time. Let's deal with this urgent matter as soon as possible, and then we'll come back to find the female bodhisattva."

That night.

The sound of bells echoed through the Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, announcing that midnight had passed and the next day had arrived.

At such times, the relics in the forbidden pavilion would release wisps of pure, meditative Buddhist nature with the sound of the bell, and this clear, spring-like Buddhist nature supported the sect's glory. After the traitor tampered with the relics, the demonic nature within this Buddhist nature manifested, and the sect elders were naturally the first to notice this change.

They used themselves as containers, taking in the demonic nature within their bodies and leaving the pure Buddhist nature for the disciples of their sect, essentially using their own bodies to filter it.

However, over the years, the Buddha-nature has become increasingly diluted.

Today, we finally managed to reseal the relics, but the aura emanating from them no longer possesses any Buddhist nature.

The elders tried their best to absorb the demonic energy, but it was beyond their control. Even self-pleasure could not alleviate their thirst in the slightest.

On Elder Peak, the doors opened almost simultaneously, and several figures moved toward the location of the male guest who was staying at the sect.

Chapter 143 The Demonic Bodhisattva's Thoughts (36/38)

Chu Mingkong and Zuo Qiuchi slept in the same room; it seems that being short really does have some advantages.

Previously, when Chu Mingkong slept with Zuo Qiuchi, he couldn't make too many movements, referring to putting his legs or arms on her. He could usually only hold her, and occasionally, when Zuo Qiuchi was in a good mood, she would playfully pinch her. But even when she was in a good mood, she wouldn't let Chu Mingkong put his feet on her because she thought it was too heavy. His limbs were strong, and according to her, putting his legs on her felt like putting a piece of wood on her.

But now it's different. Chu Mingkong can freely stretch out his legs and rest them on her belly, and he can even wrap his arms around Zuo Qiuchi like an octopus! Because his body weight is much lighter, for Zuo Qiuchi's strong physique, it's estimated that having his disciple on him is not much different from having a blanket covering him.

Enjoying Zuo Qiuchi's soft body, he would occasionally touch the outline of her abs. If she happened to tense her abdomen while breathing, he could even feel the faint lines of her abdominal muscles.

Chu Mingkong really hated being treated differently; this kind of treatment was something he never received in his normal physique!

unacceptable.

After being intimate for half the night, the only time Zuo Qiuchi was annoyed by Chu Mingkong's overstepping of boundaries was by slapping his butt. In the past, Chu Mingkong would have been sent flying from Yunhai Taoist Temple into Cui Mansion with a single blow, and would have also stumbled upon Cui Lian and his father's concubine being all lovey-dovey.

As night deepened, Chu Mingkong abruptly opened his eyes amidst the softness and warmth of her body, and said disappointedly:

"Master, you may not believe it, but I just had a nightmare."

Zuo Qiuchi also opened her eyes at roughly the same time. She was not awakened by the disciple (in the form of a little boy) who was holding her. The reason she woke up from meditation was similar to that of Chu Mingkong.

"I also had a nightmare, and it made me feel a little nauseous."

Chu Mingkong was startled and asked curiously:

"Tell me first, what nightmare did you have that made you feel nauseous?"

Zuo Qiuchi was in a dilemma. After briefly recalling the "strange encounter" in his dream, he said:

"I dreamt of Fengying and you..."

"Huh? What's so disgusting about dreaming about me? Didn't I stand boldly in front of you, Master, in my dream? Speaking of which, I also dreamed about Feng Ying. What a coincidence." Chu Mingkong was even more surprised. Could this dream be connected online?

"In the dream, you asked me and Fengying for a reward. You begged us to wear those black stockings that covered your buttocks, and then you asked us to step on you. To be honest, it was a bit disgusting... I figured it was a dream, so Fengying and I tied you up and left you to dry."

After listening, Chu Mingkong was suddenly overcome with sorrow, his expression one of profound loss. How to put it...?

He dreamt that two beauties, Zuo Qiuchi and Feng Ying, were dressed in extremely provocative clothes and stockings, but they tied him up to the side. They had agreed to step on him and help him wrestle, but suddenly they changed their minds. It was really terrifying.

Zuo Qiuchi was still pondering why she would dream of Chu Mingkong like this when she came to her senses and said:

"And you, what kind of nightmare could scare you?"

Chu Mingkong looked guilty. He tried to come up with an excuse, and stammered with regret:

“I dreamt that the dog emperor tricked me, and then I turned the tables and beat him to a pulp. Then I picked up the dog empress and said, ‘Watch closely, this is how you use Empress Pei!’ But I couldn’t pierce the dog empress.”

"..." Zuo Qiuchi's feelings were complicated, and she didn't know how to comment for a moment. After calming down, she said, "You're really something!"

When Chu Mingkong finished speaking the first half of his sentence, she thought he was going to say that the emperor had faked his death and that the empress and the emperor had conspired to frame Chu Mingkong, causing him to fall into an extremely dangerous situation.

Unexpectedly, he actually said it couldn't be broken...

Chu Mingkong changed the subject, not wanting to delve into the issue, but he secretly thought: I didn't expect Zuo Qiuchi to find this kind of thing disgusting. She must not be used to it yet and lacks the ability to accept new things. I need to give her a psychological warning in advance!

Feng Ying was quite formidable. During his birthday banquet, Feng Ying sneaked in to steal his cultivation technique and even used her jade feet to ravage him.

"Master, something seems wrong. Can you feel it? An invisible aura is affecting us."

Zuo Qiuchi was naturally aware of this. The reason she didn't feel any crisis was that... nothing could affect her much. It was far less serious than the night of Hehuanlu, and there were no enemies coming.

But this demonic aura seems to have faded?

Chu Mingkong also released his senses: "It seems to really be coming from that relic. This aura... how did it gather on several Elder Peaks?"

Zuo Qiuchi sighed softly. So this was the reason why the elders were so deeply affected.

Although this was someone else's sect's headquarters, Zuo Qiuchi had already clearly detected the movements of several elder peaks, even the approaching movements of several elders.