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

"Then why did you just talk as if I could do whatever I wanted with you?"

“You just treated Mingkong, didn’t you? Now that you’ve opened your soul cultivation, it’s hard to tell who’s stronger. I haven’t been back in a long time either.”

...So it turns out that she had considered the level of spiritual cultivation. That makes sense. She herself couldn't say how strong her spiritual cultivation had made her, let alone Zuo Qiuchi who had been pricked on the buttocks.

Feng Ying nodded in realization, "What kind of person is she? Is she a strange woman like you?"

"If you're asking what kind of person she is, I'd say she's a bit of a simpleton."

Where I'm from, we call girls like that "sword fanatics." To put it bluntly, they start practicing too early and become dull-witted. Sigh~ Unlike me, I only started seriously practicing swordsmanship when I was almost twenty and had a better understanding of things. When I was little, I just went through the motions for the adults.

Fengying felt there were many flaws in this statement. Why could Zuo Qiuchi call someone a fool? And if you calculate the time, she only started practicing swordsmanship after coming to Mingkong from the Sword Dynasty, and then she came to take him as her disciple and take him around to play. How is this any different from a con artist?

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(PS: The two updates tonight are combined. Ever since I read Anzai Lala's work a few days ago, which is Rion's work, the plot pacing is a bit off...)

Chapter 192 Provocation

When Jin Yu regained consciousness, it was getting dark.

She propped herself up; her upper body was strong, but the movement of her lower body brought a tingling, numb sensation, along with a lingering, satisfying pain.

However, Jin Yu knew that this was not real pain. It was just that Chu Mingkong's sensations were too intense each time. The resilience and self-healing ability of a cultivator's physique meant that his cultivation power remained in Jin Yu's mind and body after the cultivation ended.

"It's all packed up. Did Chu Lang help me with that?"

Jin Yu looked around but couldn't find him, guessing he had already left. However, she spotted her mother, Pei Mi, in her field of vision.

Pei Mi had finished bathing and changed into a clean and elegant palace dress. She sat there in front of the mirror, combing her hair and makeup. Although it was a bit strange to be dressing up after dark, Pei Mi wasn't doing it for others to see; it was just a pastime.

Using her own stunningly beautiful face as a canvas, she experimented with different makeup looks to embellish it.

Jin Yu got up, picked up a plain robe and wrapped it around her delicate body, then snuggled up to Pei Mi, her expression a mix of smugness and provocation:

"Little sister, how does it feel to watch from the sidelines?"

Pei Mi remained completely unmoved by this arrogant little hen's blatant provocation; in fact, she even felt a slight urge to laugh. She said:

"Hmph, this is much better. Unlike some girl who was so disoriented, clutching the blanket, that she actually passed out."

"Tch~ Stubborn to the end! I wonder who it was that used so many medicated masks before, and then got frustrated and started sulking. You were so envious, weren't you? I know, I know~"

Jin Yu was about to retort when she suddenly noticed the jade dildo by the window, still covered in water droplets from washing. It looked like it had just been used and was left there to dry.

Moreover, the candles inside the room weren't lit very brightly; they were covered with dark shades, probably to make the room darker so that the maids patrolling at night wouldn't notice the jade dildo waiting to dry by the window.

Seeing this, Jin Yu not only said she understood, she knew she truly understood!

After she fell into a coma, her mother, Pei Mi, couldn't stop her desire and used a jade dildo to cool down for a long time. It probably ended shortly before she woke up, otherwise the jade dildo wouldn't still be wet.

Jin Yu is stubborn but soft-hearted. The mother and daughter are very similar in this respect. If the other party doesn't give in, they will never back down.

Now, seeing her mother, in her attempt to appear strong, secretly enduring such heartache and loneliness to alleviate her own solitude, she, as her daughter, could use the genuine Chu Lang, while Pei Mi could only use that fake one...

Jin Yu felt a sense of pride mixed with a hint of... sympathy from a victor for the loser.

As mothers and daughters, as sisters, why are you so eager to harm each other?

Let's give way to Mother.

"Mother, you've worked so hard all this time by yourself. Now you should realize how generous I was to share Chu Lang with you, right? Let's each take a step back. You apologize, and we'll treat today's incident as a playful argument. From now on, I won't stop Chu Lang from coming over, Mother. How about that?"

Pei Mi snorted softly, remaining unmoved. She took a lip brush, applied a dot of bright red lip rouge, and carefully drew it on her fragrant lips, slowly saying:

"No need! I don't want to faint and look so embarrassing. Afterwards, Mingkong asked me to help you clean up. Both of your flowers were so wet from Mingkong's watering that they were almost closed up."

If your patience is this bad, Mingkong won't be able to satisfy you. If I leave here, I'll have to go around to find Yongzhen and Rong'er instead~

"cut!"

Jin Yu crossed her arms, feeling resentful that her mother's words were truly disheartening. However, seeing the still-dry jade dildo, Jin Yu's mood improved.

Yes, even this jade dildo can't completely relieve my worries. My mother is still feeling irritable and angry right now!

With this in mind, Jin Yu saw Pei Mi's words, which were meant to be both hurtful and hurtful, as nothing more than the complaints of a sorrowful woman.

Sigh, try to be more understanding.

She'll eventually give in when she can't take it anymore!

But was Pei Mi really angry? Not at all.

Even though she saw her daughter Jinyu still flaunting men in front of her as always, Pei Mi felt better than ever before!

Jin Yu is still too young; she's being kept in the dark and is still gloating!

That jade dildo, which had just been cleaned, was deliberately washed and placed there by Pei Mi. It had hardly ever been used; she had only taken it out to show Jin Yu, hoping to mislead her.

In fact, Pei Mi had cleaned the jade dildo several times and placed it by the window several times after Ming Kong left, just waiting for Jin Yu to wake up and find it. She never expected Jin Yu to have slept for so long!

If she hadn't woken up yet, Pei Mi would have washed the jade dildo again later to prevent the water stains from drying out and causing Jin Yu to misunderstand.

Little girl, still trying to argue with your mother?

Pei Mi put down her lip pen and gently stroked her neck with her snow-white, warm jade-like hand. There, deep in her throat, her skin was delicate and her neck had a soft curve.

...So this is what it feels like to have your mouth used as a tool.

......

In the darkness outside the window, Chu Mingkong hid not far away, watching the Empress and her daughter bicker.

He won't just relax and then ignore everything; he'll definitely have to see what happens next.

"It seems there's no spark?" Chu Mingkong breathed a sigh of relief.

The relationship between the two women has now been stabilized in a subtle way. Both mother and daughter are pleased with themselves and have their own satisfaction, each regarding the other as the one who has suffered a loss or setback.

It just feels like this has turned their relationship into a ticking time bomb...

If Jinyu finds out one day, then Yuyu will throw a tantrum again.

Let's leave it at that for now, and discuss it with Pei Mi later.

Speaking of which, did Pei Mi hear something from Jin Yu? It seems she also likes to leave red lipstick marks all over the pillar when she bites him...

"Afterwards, I can ask Pei Mi for advice on how to handle the relationships between Zhi'er and Yunhan, and between Madam Zhen and Yongzhen."

As the saying goes, everyone has their own expertise. Rong'er is very smart, but she is not good at interpersonal relationships at all. She can only seek help from a "master". If Pei Mi has no other choice, then she will have to ask Consort Wan Hua.

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The Pure Land of Buddhism.

In a Buddhist hall where a monk wielding a knife was enshrined, a startled question broke the silence of the hall.

The rhythmic thumping of the wooden fish was abruptly interrupted.

"What?! We'll just ignore that Xiling brat for now? He ruined a thousand-year-old Buddha's fruit in the East Sea Abyss! And those adults are just going to let him go like that?"

"Stay calm. This is the outcome. We'll deal with it later, but not now. There are more important things to do right now..."

The fat, smiling Buddha, with an unchanging, sculpted smile on his face, calmly soothed the angry monk before him.

This grand hall is dedicated to the Blood Blade King, and its disciples have made it a place of great religious activity for thousands of years, attracting many who have strayed from the right path due to their sins of killing.

Because the disciples of this Mingwang Temple were either powerful bandits who burned, killed, and plundered in the past, or murderers who committed countless evils, their ferocity would not change much under the daily devout chanting of scriptures.

This Blood Blade King's Palace advocates using violence to combat violence. Their past evil deeds and violence were all because they were led astray by true evil, and their ferocity was not inherently wrong.

As long as it is done in the name of Buddha and for the sake of Buddhism, their violence is for the purpose of eliminating evil. This is violence based on karmic conditions, and its essence is still doing good deeds.

Their belief is in the ancient powerful figure, Blood Blade King, enshrined in the main hall.

The Great Buddhist Dharma brought back the Blood Blade King Monk they had worshipped for so long to this Mingwang Temple, and even created a thousand-year-old Buddha fruit, but all of this was destroyed by that Xiling brat.

The Laughing Buddha's smile remained unchanged, a hearty laugh, but after a while, it felt eerie and sinister.

"Don't act rashly. That Mingkong from Xiling has a connection with Buddhism. His soul was infused with the blood of the Holy Buddha and has not been extinguished. He will be guided back to Buddhism in the future!"

His earnest advice, falling into the ears of the angry monk, was like adding fuel to the fire, failing to provoke the slightest bit of appeasement.

"To destroy the Buddhahood of my Blood Blade King in this way is truly evil. How can he be allowed to enter the Buddhist path!"

"Alas, this humble monk doesn't understand either!"

The Buddhist monk Chamendo died because of him; the old King of Chu, who had surrendered earlier, was humiliated by that brat from Xiling; it is said that the Daoist Peng Bao, who practiced alchemy, intended to befriend Chamendo, but also suffered a severe blow to his recuperation; and so on...

"That Chu Mingkong can't even improve his spiritual cultivation, yet he's caused so many Buddhist followers to suffer. How could he possibly want to save him?"

The Smiling Buddha smiled, expressing his sigh of incomprehension, yet it seemed as if he was deliberately pointing out to the monk in front of him who he had antagonized, guiding him on what to do.

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A Buddhist temple that had been abandoned for a long time has been revitalized by this unusually prolonged period of yin energy.

Ancient monks returned here to preach and spread the Dharma, bringing with them much lost wisdom.

The sound of Buddhist chants and scriptures filled the temple for a time.

The old King of Chu and his entourage listened to the teachings for several months and benefited greatly.

But the thought of venturing deep into the ancient royal tomb still lingered in his mind.

"Why is the coffin empty...?" The old King of Chu looked at Wei Zhong beside him: "Is there really no way to summon the spirits and call back the ancestors of the Chu family?"

Wei Zhong's attitude was indifferent. He shook his head and said, "You've asked me many times, and my answer is no. There aren't even any decent personal belongings. Your ancestors didn't have much spiritual power to protect them. So many years have passed, how can you possibly bring them back?"

Of course, even if it were possible, Wei Zhong would still say no.

Because he sensed that the "price" for his ancestors seemed to be approaching, Wei Zhong was unsure whether it was just his imagination or if the strange aura of Yin Shi was affecting his perception.

If Wei Zhong were to use the spell of summoning gods and souls at this time, he felt that trouble would immediately follow.

“Old King of Chu, I may need you soon…” Before Wei Zhong could finish speaking, the old King of Chu raised his hand to signal him to shut up.

The bone prayer beads in the old King Chu's hand reacted, indicating that someone from the Buddhist community had contacted him.

"You mean you're going to Xiling and gathering people...? Those people want to convert Chu Mingkong to Buddhism?!"

No way! If they guide Chu Mingkong into Buddhism, he will steal the attention from me, and my chance to enter the Heavenly Realm will be taken away!

As the old King of Chu felt the cultivation level within him that could only be reached by the ancient world, he recalled his panicked defeat in the imperial palace in the capital that day.