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

Five-flower vegetarian pork... does adding the word "vegetarian" mean it's no longer considered meat?

Chu Mingkong found himself increasingly amused and exasperated as he wandered around. How come all of his Xiling people, after being converted, were making such Buddhist jokes?

With a stern face, he said mysteriously to the waiter, "Do you have those merit noodles?"

"Never heard of it. What kind of noodles are these, sir? I'll go find out for you right away and bring them up to you in a little while!"

Chu Mingkong's gaze darted left and right, as if afraid of being overheard by other Buddhist believers, before he whispered:

"I want to try the female bodhisattva's lower body."

The waiter looked solemn, wondering why this female bodhisattva's lower body... wasn't some kind of proper merit-making face.

In the guest room.

Except for the bowl of merit noodles which hadn't arrived, Chu Mingkong, with everything else in place, began to write furiously.

Beside him, the stunningly beautiful and aloof voluptuous woman remained silent, watching her young disciple's behavior while searching for signs of the Arhats and Bodhisattvas appearing.

You could feel his intense focus and excitement. He was so excited that the large calligraphy brush hidden in his pants stood up, causing the desk to sway slightly, one side higher than the other.

Shen Xuejun glanced briefly at the article he was writing; it seemed... to be some kind of folk erotica?

This icy beauty really wanted to ask, "Mingkong, you've been full of fighting spirit for so long, and now you've suddenly had a flash of inspiration and you're writing this kind of vulgar article?"

But Shen Xuejun remained patient. She didn't interrupt Chu Mingkong's train of thought and planned to ask him for details when he stopped to rest.

At that moment, she picked up the manuscript that Chu Mingkong had already written several pages of and found the first page.

I glanced at it briefly and was immediately surprised. The opening line read:

"After the extravagance, no one walks anymore; the flutes and zithers are silent, and the songs are choked with emotion. The mighty sword has lost its power and its brilliance has faded... The singers and dancers of that time have not returned; they have turned into the ashes of Xiling today."

Then followed by another sentence:

"A beautiful woman of sixteen, her body like soft butter, a sword at her waist to slay foolish men..."

Does Chu Mingkong really have the nerve to say such things? Is he knowingly committing a crime?

His subsequent articles, written with a grand style, mostly revolve around the themes of sensual pleasures and the fleeting nature of fame and fortune. In just a few articles, he vividly portrays the desires associated with "wealth, lust, wine, and passion."

It could be described as a work of eroticism, but that's not entirely true; the ideas within it even carry a hint of cause and effect.

Shen Xuejun read faster and faster, her delicate eyebrows furrowing on her beautiful and refined face, her expression not optimistic. She was certain that this rather long article contained many classical Buddhist principles.

The text reads: "...rushing about, anxiously chasing after things, unable to escape the shackles of the seven emotions and six desires, unable to break free from the cycle of wine, women, wealth, and anger... It would be better to shave off the six senses and purify oneself, don a monk's robe, and comprehend the emptiness and form of the world..."

Isn't this supposed to be a vulgar and tasteless piece of writing? How come it's suddenly turning into an admonition to renounce worldly desires?

From gaudy to serious?

Could it be that Mingkong was converted by someone right in front of her...?

The beautiful woman put down her manuscript, placed her fair hand on his chin, and then suddenly pinched his cheek, interrupting his writing and pulling his face close to hers.

Their lips met, and the door opened by their fragrant tongues let in pure, icy spiritual energy, which permeated Chu Mingkong's restless and excited inner emotions.

The once proud and defiant Chu Mingkong was forced to lower his head amidst the chilling and indifferent emotions emanating from his master's wife. His thoughts vanished as his master's wife's icy spiritual energy arrived.

"Master's wife, what's wrong with you?" Actually, what Chu Mingkong wanted to ask was, why did you put me into sage mode for no reason?

"You've been converted? But that shouldn't be the case. Your Abyss Wound should be able to resist the effects of such conversion. So why have you suddenly started writing articles that blend eroticism with Buddhist principles?"

When Chu Mingkong heard his master's wife ask this question, he realized why she had suddenly stuck out her tongue and exhaled cold air. It turned out she thought he had inexplicably converted to Buddhism.

"No, Master's wife, you misunderstand. This is just a preliminary one. My plan is to first glance at it and see if it's a vulgar article, then look at it again and see that it's actually Buddhist philosophy, and then look further and see that it contains denigration of various Buddhist monks."

"Master's wife, you said direct persuasion wouldn't work, so I wanted them to internalize it themselves. These Buddhist principles are just a trigger to lower their guard!"

Chu Mingkong looked at the beautiful woman to confirm her opinion. If there were no other problems, he would continue to write down "Jin Xiaomei" from memory.

But Shen Xuejun was still uneasy. This article did not seem like an impromptu essay. Just from this opening section, she could not tell that Chu Mingkong would later "hide poison and criticize Buddhist monks." On the contrary, she felt that this article had the style of a masterpiece.

It is indeed extremely vulgar, vividly depicting evil desires, but the nascent Buddhist principles are genuinely present. Without profound contemplation and enlightenment, one could not possibly write with such feeling.

The more I look at it, the more it seems like it has been converted. I've never seen anyone awaken like this before. Is this how Yuhua City is now?

"Okay, you keep writing, and I'll keep feeding you icy spiritual energy."

Chu Mingkong: "..."

How can I continue writing if you're like this, Master's wife?

Chapter 286 Master's Wife: You still know you're a beast?

This is where the power of cultivators is revealed.

Chu Mingkong sat side by side with his master's wife, Shen Xuejun. She pinched Chu Mingkong's chin and kissed him passionately. The coldness of her breath was transmitted through the soft intertwining of their tongues and taste buds. Because they were so close, his master's wife's proud and full breasts inevitably pressed against him.

Thanks to those towering, plump, and lewd dumplings, Chu Mingkong's desires—no, his inspiration—which had been suppressed by the icy spiritual energy, were immediately awakened again by his master's wife's dumplings.

Fortunately, inspiration is not very meaningful to him at the moment; he is essentially just memorizing, and as long as he remembers it clearly, that's enough.

With his face tilted in such an awkward posture, it would be difficult to continue writing. However, the cultivator's ability to manipulate objects allows him to control the brush remotely and write at a speed much faster than he could write by hand.

Chu Mingkong suddenly released his mouth, took a slight step back to avoid biting his master's wife's delicate tongue while speaking, and said:

"Master's wife, it's been so long, it's almost enough to prove that I'm better, or could you please change my position? My neck is so stiff from being crooked."

Chu Mingkong wanted to sit with his master's wife in his arms, but he hoped she wouldn't mind that his lap was sitting on... a bit like a power outlet.

Shen Xuejun's fragrant tongue left the warmth of her apprentice's mouth, returning to its original place, and she agreed readily:

"Okay, you can sit down."

The aloof and voluptuous beauty patted her thigh.

Chu Mingkong hesitated for a moment, then looked at the chair. It would be a bit uncomfortable for someone of his size to sit in it.

But there's always a way to overcome difficulties, and Chu Mingkong pondered how to shrink.

The ability to shrink is a serious threat in the present day. Since Arhats and Bodhisattvas appear randomly, given Shen Xuejun's decisive nature, she might not give him time to revert to his original form and put on clothes. Instead, she might take him naked to find the enemy.

He still had to save face, so he decided to take a daring step!

"Master's wife, let me sit down, otherwise it's a bit crowded."

Chu Mingkong hooked his hand on his master's wife's plump thigh, and with his other hand supporting her waist, he gracefully and steadily flipped her over, and the beautiful woman sat beside him, allowing Chu Mingkong to feel the fragrance and warmth under her snow-white skirt up close.

"How much did you write?" His teacher's wife pecked his lips, a gesture that seemed like a teasing remark.

But Chu Mingkong guessed that it was actually his master's wife, Shen Xuejun, who was about to kiss him when she remembered she had something to ask him, so she released her lips, which resulted in this light peck.

"It's almost over."

Initially, his typing speed limited the output speed, but now it is his memory speed that affects the overall speed.

Little did he know that his sudden increase in speed seemed increasingly suspicious to Shen Xuejun, giving her the impression that he had suddenly gained enlightenment, accumulated knowledge and experience, and was bursting with inspiration.

A manuscript floated over and stood next to Chu Mingkong, as if a transparent pageboy was holding the paper and showing it to him.

Shen Xuejun pointed to one of the passages, which read, “Those who feel pity after reading ‘Jin Xiaomei’ are bodhisattvas…those who feel joy are petty people; those who want to emulate it are beasts.”

She then asked about this question:

"Why do you seem to admire Buddhist bodhisattvas quite a bit, Mingkong?"

This is the drawback of copying from memory. Some words that are originally positive may not be appropriate to use in this world. In this world, a Bodhisattva is more of a symbol of power. Believers who make wishes to a Bodhisattva are not necessarily doing so because of the Bodhisattva's kindness and compassion, but rather because of His great power.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. This is just... a deceptive tactic to make it seem like my article actually promotes Buddhism and has no malicious intent to slander. It's a disguise!"

If I were to add the word "deity" here, wouldn't that reveal that I might be a member of the Taoist sect?

Actually, Chu Mingkong really wanted to explain that this was an article he had come across by chance, and that he had just happened to see it. It wasn't written by him, but the book just happened to be so suitable for his needs at the moment.

If he were to emphasize at this point that the article was not written by him, it would sound to Shen Xuejun even more like a cover-up, an attempt to conceal the fact that he had been converted, and a flimsy excuse to seek acquittal.

"Hmm." Shen Xuejun nodded, acknowledging Chu Mingkong's explanation, but then asked again, "So, Mingkong, which type of person do you think you are?"

"Of course, it's the kind that's both despicable and beastly!" Chu Mingkong even looked a bit proud, holding his head high.

Shen Xuejun decided not to pursue the matter further.

This article, which seems to be both educational and entertaining, using vulgar stories to persuade people to renounce worldly desires, does indeed contain a large number of scenes depicting the outrageous behavior of monks, and all of this is blended in so naturally.

If one can accept the Buddhist principles conveyed by the aforementioned stories, then one will inevitably be unable to reject the subsequent attacks on monks and the Buddhist community, which are often criticized for being driven by greed and lust.

Seeing that Shen Xuejun no longer suspected him, Chu Mingkong sent the manuscript back to Tianya Tower and asked them to quickly find a way to print it into a book and distribute it in Yuhua City.

This seems a bit redundant. His people are already in Yuhua City, so why send the manuscript to Tianya Tower for processing?

But in reality, printing and disseminating such things is not something he can simply do by going to the city lord's building in Yuhua City to inform him.

The review, printing, and dissemination all require various arrangements and scheduling. Moreover, he was worried that if Yu Huacheng's people were to handle it, there might be someone among the printing staff who had been converted and might suddenly tear out the part criticizing the monks, leaving only the vulgar and savvy content. That would be truly ridiculous.

Therefore, it is more appropriate to entrust this kind of miscellaneous matter to Tianyalou for full handling, and the efficiency will not be much slower than entrusting it to Yuhuacheng.

......

Tianya Tower.

After Elder Ding, the chief liaison with Chu Mingkong, received the manuscript, he read it carefully, then slapped the forehead of the person next to him, displaying an excited sense of admiration:

"This is well written! How could someone with such literary talent and insight choose to write in this style?"

Why did you slap my forehead for no reason! Can't you slap your own?

The balding middle-aged man next to him finished his reprimand, snatched the manuscript, glanced at it, and after reading the first few chapters, his expression turned to shock. He was so moved by the delicate and vivid writing that even his long-stagnant penis trembled.

"It seems to be using Buddhist principles of cause and effect and reincarnation to make a point, but from monks to nuns, there's not a single moral person among them. This Pan Jinlian is truly despicable! How did you start reading this kind of article? I didn't know you had this kind of taste!"

"Bullshit! This is His Highness's 'heart medicine' for the converted people of Yuhua City. I just don't know if it will work... Don't get in my way, I still need to arrange for its printing!"

......

As a result, the elders of Tianya Tower all put down their own affairs and assisted in printing "Jin Xiaomei". In their spare time, they would steal moments to read it. They were so excited that they wished they could go on strike on the spot and go to the pleasure quarters of Xiling to boost the local service industry and indirectly pay taxes to Xiling.

Tianyalou quickly became one of the first readers, and there were many comments and appreciations of the words and phrases during work.

Fortunately, this discussion did not delay the printing process.

This batch of "Buddhist literature" officially published by Xiling has quietly entered Yuhua City...