Chapter 51 : Chanting Scriptures to Liven the Mood

Chapter 51: Chanting Scriptures to Liven the Mood

Even Zhao Yuntong herself had to admit—

—she was getting a little anxious.

She should have been the only Corpse Puppet in Fang Chang’s hands, the only one.

One object, one master. And likewise, one master, one object.

The relationship between them was like Dao companions, yet surpassed Dao companions—a bond that was eternal, everlasting, inseparable. In this life… and perhaps even the next, it should remain so.

Even though Zhao Yuntong was no longer among the living.

She could not use her physical body for long periods.

Even so, she would still occasionally split off a thread of consciousness, hiding behind the hollow, lifeless eyes of the Yin Corpse, secretly watching, surveilling Fang Chang.

Watching to make sure he would not touch that Guanyin Path Yin Corpse.

That Guanyin Path…

Zhao Yuntong clenched her fingers, her nails digging into her palm. It did not hurt.

This body’s perception of pain had dulled, yet the thing surging up from her chest was still hot, burning—so hot it threw her thoughts into chaos.

That Guanyin Path woman was practically like a prostitute!

That flesh and figure seemed born to seduce men!

Zhao Yuntong believed her own figure was already among the finest of women—more proportionate, more aesthetically pleasing.

But she had to admit, when it came to her chest… she fell slightly short!

Was bigger necessarily better?

Not necessarily.

But men were just like that.

And that prostitute even wore a monk’s robe that wrapped tightly around her entire body, appearing devoid of desire, full of Buddhist nature.

Yet the fabric over her chest looked as though it would burst apart at any moment.

Such deliberate concealment only made it more obvious—she was clearly trying to seduce Fang Chang!

Although Zhao Yuntong had reached a fragile reconciliation with Fang Chang beneath that setting sun the other day,

And had reluctantly believed his promise that he would not lay hands on other Corpse Puppets.

But!

That flesh-offering Bodhisattva-prostitute simply would not do!

She… she was just too big!

Actually,

If one spoke in terms of proportion, the two of them were not far apart. It was merely that Zhang Su was taller, more statuesque.

Zhao Yuntong looked at Fang Chang.

His complexion was still pale and gloomy.

Today he wore a bluish-gray robe, loosely tied at the waist with a cloth sash. His back was straight, the outline of his shoulder blades faintly visible.

He looked extremely good.

So good it made one want to take a bite out of him—devour every inch of his skin.

So good it made one want to lock him in a pitch-black dungeon, never letting others covet him, enjoying him alone for a lifetime.

At this moment, Zhao Yuntong knew.

She must—absolutely must—drain Fang Chang dry.

Drain him until his legs went weak at the mere sight of a woman.

Drain him until even if he saw that flesh Bodhisattva naked, he would not feel the slightest desire.

…

The afternoon sunlight filtered through the peony-carved wooden windows of the inn, slicing bright bands of light across the room.

Fine dust floated slowly within the beams.

Falling upon the redwood round table.

Falling upon Zhao Yuntong’s pale body, coating her ripe, full fruits with a faint golden glow.

Even the texture of her skin could be seen clearly.

Fang Chang raised an eyebrow.

He paid the woman no mind, as if he had grown accustomed to it, simply passing her by.

With a slap, he knocked aside her alluring jade leg that rested on the coffin, then pulled Zhang Su—still in a vacant state—upright.

Zhang Su’s soul sensed something.

Light gradually returned to her hollow eyes.

She did not first notice the unabashed Zhao Yuntong behind her, but instead immediately saw the bowl of bloody Yin Corpse food in Fang Chang’s hand.

A bitter expression appeared on her face as she pressed her palms together.

“The Vinaya is clear. The Buddha said, ‘One must not drink human blood, nor even human marrow—none of it is permitted.’ Though this humble nun has fallen into becoming a Corpse Puppet, I still dare not violate the Buddha’s golden words.”

“If you refuse to eat, I’ll pour it in through your rear passage. The effect won’t differ much anyway.”

Fang Chang directly threatened.

Zhang Su trembled, her gentle, compassionate face revealing terror.

She bit her silver teeth, her expression resolute.

“This humble nun will not violate the Buddha’s words.”

Fang Chang curled his lips.

He understood what Senior Nun Zhang meant.

Just as he would never lay hands on his Corpse Puppets, her adherence to the precepts also had loopholes to exploit.

He suddenly raised his hand and formed a hand seal.

Zhang Su’s body trembled; her soul remained, but she could not move.

Fear and struggle filled her expression.

“Benefactor Fang…”

Fang Chang laughed loudly, pinching her cheeks to make her plump lips pucker.

What followed was a scene akin to a villain force-feeding poison.

One side shouted “no,” while the other laughed wildly.

The scene was dreadful.

Fang Chang, however, was enjoying himself.

He seemed entirely unaware that Zhao Yuntong’s expression by the table was growing darker and darker.

Moments later, the entire bowl of food had been consumed.

Satisfied, Fang Chang released his control over Zhang Su.

Zhang Su’s face turned deathly pale as she collapsed by the bed, retching dryly but unable to vomit anything.

Her eyes were filled with sorrow and pain.

“Benefactor Fang… doing this… creates karma, and destroys me as well.”

“Don’t forget, Senior Nun Zhang. Right now, you are first my Corpse Puppet, and only then Zhang Su of the Guanyin Path.”

Fang Chang chuckled.

“What problem is there in me maintaining my own Corpse Puppet?”

As he spoke,

He took out a stack of Yin-Nurturing Talismans. “Take off your clothes. I’m replacing the Yin-Nurturing Talismans on your body.”

Zhang Su hurriedly covered her chest and lower abdomen.

She still had Yin-Nurturing Talismans attached; the front and rear yin points were major leakage spots—she knew long-term maintenance required constant talisman placement.

“This humble nun… can apply them myself…”

“You think you can stick them properly yourself?”

“At worst… Zhao Benefactor can help me…”

As she spoke, Zhang Su turned to look at Zhao Yuntong—

—and was met with a pair of extremely dark eyes, brimming with killing intent.

Zhao Yuntong sat slanted on the edge of the table, her undergarment slid down to her slender waist. Her rich, ripe fruits were fully exposed to the air, gleaming brilliantly.

Zhang Su realized something.

She looked toward Fang Chang in terror.

—That man was already lying spread-eagle on the bed, his belt undone and neatly folded beside him.

“Benefactor Fang—”

“I told you before, don’t get too close to him.”

Zhao Yuntong appeared beside her like a ghost, whispering.

“I didn’t—”

“Talking is not allowed either! Lustful nun!”

Zhang Su frowned. “That is far too domineering, Zhao Benefactor.”

“He is mine!”

“This humble nun is a monastic. I have no such thoughts whatsoever.”

“Good, good! Then stay here and watch. Let me see whether you truly have no thoughts at all.”

Zhang Su froze.

“Wha—”

Before she could respond,

Zhao Yuntong’s black robes flashed like ink as she pressed down onto Fang Chang.

Fang Chang put on an exaggerated look of panic. “What’s going on? I was just trying to sleep~~”

Zhao Yuntong ignored him, leaning down onto his body, her eyes dark.

“You’re dead today, Fang Chang! I mean it!”

“Things are different now. Who wins or loses is still uncertain, Tongzi.”

“Hmph! All flash and no substance!”

As she spoke, the two kissed.

Moments later,

Zhao Yuntong suddenly lifted her head, her expression changing drastically as she looked downward in shock.

“H-how… how is it… like this…”

Fang Chang circulated the 《Great Sun Burning Heart Technique》 and sneered, “I told you, Tongzi, things are different now.”

“N-no, wait… wait a moment… Fang… Fang Chang, hold on… I haven’t… oh—♡…”

Seeing things turning serious over there, Zhang Su panicked and hurriedly tried to retreat into the coffin.

But suddenly, her whole body stiffened—she was restrained again!

“Benefactor Fang?”

Fang Chang lowered the hand forming the seal.

With mock shame, he said, “Being ravaged by a Yin Corpse like this is absolutely not what I intended… don’t leave. Chant some scriptures to help dispel my karmic burden, so I can feel better.”

Nonsense!

You clearly want me to chant scriptures to liven things up! That’s exactly how you are when you eat meat!