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

"No way, I'll let you stab me a few times anyway, Master!"

Chu Mingkong's attitude was resolute, but he also felt that he was being too self-righteous. People sometimes have to take a step back and show their vulnerable side, so he immediately began to feign illness in an exaggerated manner.

"Ouch, my soul hurts so much! Feng Ying and Yun Han didn't heal me thoroughly. Master, you won't get better unless you give me a few acupuncture treatments!"

"You have no shame at all!"

Zuo Qiuchi pinched his face so hard it was hard to stay angry, but he couldn't be both angry and not angry. Despite his helplessness, Zuo Qiuchi still showed more concern than anything else.

"So how is your soul being nurtured now? Your soul actually 'jumped into the lake,' how could you do that? Even a hairy crab wouldn't know how to jump in as well as you!"

The soul is a serious matter. Sometimes it may seem like there's only a minor injury, nothing serious, but in reality, it can lead to amnesia.

How can you say it's nothing serious?

Chu Mingkong assessed his own condition and then performed a self-assessment of his injuries:

"It's neither good nor bad, just like the injuries on my body. It's not completely healed, but it's barely stabilized... I should add that my soul is not very stable, so Master should help me heal it!"

In fact, it's hard to say that Chu Mingkong's body has fully recovered. He's still sick and has to go to the girls every now and then to replenish his extreme yang energy.

Zuo Qiuchi suddenly said, "Let me think about it and we'll talk about it when I have time. You have no idea how hateful Feng Ying's mouth is. She's always complaining about how much it hurts."

You'll talk about it when you have time? When will you be busy?

Chu Mingkong thought to himself that he wasn't in a hurry. If he really couldn't wait, he would just buy some stocks first, since he had already bought half of them.

Now that the "sage mode" is over, he's mostly filled with regret. He'd already peeked halfway out, and his master hadn't refused, so why didn't he just go all the way?

Impulsiveness is indeed the devil. He actually impulsively decided to "become the most outstanding disciple." If it were the calm and composed person he usually is, he would have already... He would probably still be trapped in his master's crotch, unable to extricate himself.

"Let's talk about the Sword Dynasty now. Who is the person connected to me?"

"It's not that I'm talking about it, but after having a deep personal experience of your peculiar habits, I've suddenly become a little curious."

"What are you curious about?"

Are you curious about the person, or about what her buttocks look like?

Chu Mingkong remained silent for a moment, then looked at Zuo Qiuchi with a puzzled expression:

Aren't these two the same thing?

Chapter 188 Mother and Daughter Feel Guilty and Ashamed

A sudden mist rose, and where it gathered, it resembled a misty fairy mountain, yet it also possessed a deathly emptiness, gloomy and somber.

In this "fairyland" cave, there are many holes in the surrounding rock walls, from which figures wearing Rakshasa masks emerge, slowly enter, and converge at the center.

"Dead, Chamento is dead..."

The speaker spoke with a sorrowful and grief-stricken tone. His head was extremely large, and the enormous mask could not cover his face, only barely obscuring his four features.

Why not the facial features? Because a large part of his head is exposed, and only the upper lip is covered by his mouth.

Beneath his sorrowful tone, he grinned, revealing a thick smile with a small dimple.

His thick, fat fingers kept kneading the prayer beads. After saying a sentence seriously, he would mutter incessantly, as if reciting scriptures for salvation.

"He was the chief follower of the goddess Shiva, and was highly cultivated, yet he died just like that... Smiling Buddha, pull your mask down a little and cover your mouth," said the speaker sitting in the seat of honor.

"By whose hand did he perish?" the Asura King asked casually, his tone somewhat perfunctory, showing little interest in the enemy capable of defeating Chamento.

“A person from the Yin period,” the Smiling Buddha said.

"A person born in the Yin hour? Does a person born in the Yin hour have such great abilities?"

"She was no ordinary Yin Shi person; she was the only empress born from the Moon Earth in the long course of time, the most beautiful and talented woman."

"...the youthful state of being." Someone completed the sentence.

Empress Yueqi and Empress Yueqi in her youth are two different concepts. If the former were to be resurrected, then there would be no need for them to exist in many things.

"The Empress who refused to ascend to the Heavenly Realm went to the Heavenly Realm to fight, then returned, and finally disappeared silently on her own... But this topic has gone too far. I've forgotten what the original topic was." The Smiling Buddha's voice was both joyful and sorrowful.

"The death of Chamento has been forgotten so quickly."

"Thank you for the reminder, King Asura. I have just finished performing the ritual for him. The sorrow brought by the death of Chamendo has just been released from my heart..." The smile on the Laughing Buddha's face was still as thick and greasy as ever.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm busy, hurry up and finish what you're saying." The Asura King became impatient after only a short while.

"The death of Chamento seems to be the work of Yin Shiren, but the young benefactor of Xiling played a significant role in it. Moreover, he had previously ruined the Buddhist cause planted long ago in the East Sea."

Countless causes and conditions throughout the long years have been watering this cause, and finally, the missing element of fate has arrived. At the appointed time, the Blood Blade King was summoned back, allowing the Buddha fruit in the Abyss to bear fruit, but now it is destroyed...

The conversation then turned to the woman in the snow-white dress, whose graceful figure was accentuated by a mask that almost completely covered her neck, but could not conceal her icy aura.

“Lord Xuezhong, whether you subdue or control him, didn’t you say you would take responsibility for this boy? If he were content to be a local tyrant, then letting him be would be fine, but the damage he has caused to Buddhism is too great.”

Before Xue Zhongjun could speak, a woman wearing a seductive fox-faced, snake-fanged mask interrupted:

"It would be better to leave him to me to deal with. It's a pity he suffered from the Abyss's wounds. He seemed to have inexplicably recovered, but now he's injured his own soul. His cultivation will be difficult to improve in the future. But his body, which is like that of a martial arts immortal, is still fragrant. It would be excellent to use it as a cauldron for cultivation."

Now he seems to be a married man, a married man with children. Such a beautiful body, it must taste wonderful! I really want to see him reluctantly and unwillingly submit to my skirt... I want to..."

Xuezhongjun didn't let the woman continue to spread her seductive scent. She said coldly and indifferently, "My actions and pace do not require your instruction or guidance."

Everyone was helpless. They all knew that Xuezhongjun was like this, and it was already good enough that he was willing to sit down and discuss things together. They could not interfere with anything else.

But she wasn't the only one like that. Once the Asura King's fighting spirit was aroused, he would forget about any other important matters he had to attend to.

Although there was no one speaking, a melodious voice echoed, saying, "I have a method. This child has a fierce nature. His soul was infused with the extremely yang blood of the holy monk and did not perish, which means he has an affinity with Buddhism. His physical combat strength is immeasurable. He can be converted into a Dharma protector king, which will make up for the loss."

"Looking for someone to offer their body as alms again, and then using some insidious methods to convert them?" The woman with the fox-like face and snake-tooth mask scoffed.

The speaker sighed deeply and interrupted:

"Let's put this matter aside for now. With that Yin Shiren protecting Chu Mingkong, it would be pointless to make a move now. We should focus on the Immaculate Joyful Prayer Beads. They have been suppressed in the Kunlun Dao Sect for too long and are ready to be released."

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Qingxin Mansion.

Princess Xiao Zhi of Chu once secretly investigated and was jealous of a certain woman in the household who was pregnant with her son's child. Back then, Pei Mi, Madam Zhen, and Wan Hua all seemed suspicious...

The truth turned out to be Gu Jun Gui, and she had only "lost her virginity" in the New Moon Kingdom to help Ming Kong enter the Lunar Eclipse Kingdom. It was beyond her control and not due to any other reason, so she was hit by a single shot.

Regardless of the truth, Xiao Zhi no longer harbors any jealousy, nor is there any need for her to be.

Kids! Who doesn't have one...?

Whether Pei Mi and the others were truly unprepared for pregnancy was no longer of concern to Xiao Zhi; she herself was certainly pregnant.

The last time I was strolling in the garden with Chu Mingkong, we talked about the jade pendant. That day was almost the deadline. If the jade pendant couldn't turn back into its original white jade ice-type form by another day, then the result would basically be confirmed.

And as expected, there was a reason why auspicious clouds appeared for so many consecutive days.

Xiao Zhi began to stroke her abdomen more often each day, feeling both sweet and flustered.

Although she had been a mother for many years, this was the first time Xiao Zhi had felt such heartfelt sweet joy from this "pregnancy".

When she was pregnant with Yunhan, she wasn't thinking about herself and her child, but rather about the excitement of completing a mission—having offspring would solidify the Xiao clan's position and her own position as the Princess Consort of Xiling!

While I was excited, I was also a little nervous, worrying about what would happen if they were all daughters.

This wasn't because she looked down on Yunhan. With Yunhan's level of talent, any number of people would be good; others would be begging for such a talent. But since the one who inherits the title of marquis must be a son, she was very worried about the gender of her offspring.

Under such anxiety, there is little, if any, joy in the birth of a new life.

Lost in thought, Xiao Zhi arrived at Gu Jungui's courtyard.

Perhaps it was out of a sense of kinship with Gu Jungui, who seemed to have a "good pregnancy prospect," that Xiao Zhi now felt a sense of closeness and identification with him, and would often want to go over and visit him.

Although Xiao Zhi was worried that her actions were suspicious and that things would be exposed too soon, it wasn't a big problem. Visiting the babies under the guise of visiting them wouldn't seem suspicious.

However, as soon as Xiao Zhi entered the courtyard, her expression became somewhat stiff and unnatural, because Yun Han was also there, holding two little maids.

Upon seeing her eldest daughter, Xiao Zhi was reminded that in a few months, her swollen belly would force her to face Yun Han's gaze!

"Yunhan, uh... you're here too?"

Upon hearing the voice, Gu Jun Gui smiled gently and bowed, greeting, "Princess Consort of Chu!"

Xiao Yunhan put the little ones down. She didn't feel much guilt, but she still felt a little uneasy about keeping it from Xiao Zhi: their sibling relationship had changed.

"Mother, have you come here to visit your granddaughters?"

"yes....."

Xiao Zhi clasped her hands in front of her, somewhat hesitant to meet her daughter's indifferent gaze. She changed the subject to Gu Jun Gui, saying:

“Jun Gui works so hard taking care of the babies. I was free at the moment, so I came over to see if there was anything I could do to help. I’ll do my part if I can.”

"Not at all. Cats and babies don't need much help with their eating, drinking, and toileting. They're mostly just there to play."

Xiao Yunhan was unaware of her mother's "retirement" and asked curiously:

"Why are you idle? Is Xiling now so well-organized and where no one picks up lost items?"

Xiao Zhi explained:

"No, it's because Mingkong has handed over the affairs of the City Lord's Pavilion to the elders of Tianya Tower. He doesn't want me to worry too much. Now I only go to Tianya Tower occasionally, and I basically don't get involved anymore. When I have free time, I just come to see the babies, right?"

"I see."

Xiao Yunhan nodded, not asking any questions or inquiring whether her mother was afraid of losing power to outsiders.

Because Xiao Yunhan didn't really care much for her family's small fortune and wasn't very interested in it.

"Yunhan, you're quite rare!"

"Mother, what are you saying? What is so difficult about me?"

"Before, you would only come back once in a long while, and once you did, you would stay in the yard and rarely go out. It's thanks to these two little guys that you were able to come out~"

Xiao Yunhan recalled it for a moment, and it seemed to be true.

In the past, there was probably not much to talk about with my mother. When we met, we would just greet each other and have nothing else to say. We only maintained a superficial family relationship.

"Yes, Mother too. Since the little one came into the manor, Mother has been smiling more. My darling and the cat have done a lot of work for her."

The graceful and voluptuous beauty, Gu Jungui, stood to one side, her smile somewhat subtle. Although she was unaware of Yunhan's recent affair with Chu Mingkong, she had witnessed the Princess Consort of Chu and Mingkong together several times...

Yunhan, Princess Chu's smiles didn't start only after Maomao Jiao'er arrived. After Mingkong repaired their relationship, Princess Chu became a little woman who had fallen in love. If Mingkong were to appear now, she would smile even more happily.