Chapter 274

Zhao Rou felt the Second Elder had no hope; even this didn't break the Senior Nun's Buddha-heart—hope was slim.

Not far away, Shi Song heard this and his emotions instantly flared up again.

"Let me go; alive I can't be the Senior Nun's pillow companion, dead I'd rather be a pair of coffin ghosts with her—let me die together with the Senior Nun."

"Senior Brother, calm down."

"What nonsense are you talking?"

Bai Hua Xianzi displeasedly told Zhao Rou, having finally soothed a bit of Shi Song's emotions, now it's not working again.

Just as Shi Song struggled desperately, wanting to die together with the Senior Nun, Ye Zhangqing quietly said.

"Not exactly a loss—at least the Senior Nun has broken her precept; today she broke the meat precept, so tomorrow breaking the lust precept isn't impossible."

"Moreover, what does returning to secular life have to do with the Second Elder? As long as we're together, even if the Senior Nun remains a Buddhist monastic, it's fine."

As soon as he said that, Shi Song instantly fell silent, his eyes fixed on Ye Zhangqing, as if he'd just been enlightened.

"Well said, little Zhangqing, you make sense."

Seeing this, Hong Zun also hurriedly chimed in; after speaking, he turned his head to Shi Song and said.

"Senior Brother, you heard that too—whether the Senior Nun returns to secular life doesn't matter much to us; as long as we're together, today she broke the meat precept, tomorrow we'll have her break the lust precept."

"Really possible?"

Hearing that, Shi Song said somewhat lacking confidence, while Hong Zun nodded heavily.

"Definitely possible, it will surely work."

This temporarily steadied Shi Song, and Hong Zun and the others also breathed a sigh of relief.

Over the next few days, the Ruthless Senior Nun also became a regular visitor at the Dao Yi Sect, coming every mealtime; although Hong Zun felt pained, for his senior brother's happiness he could only bear the pain and let go.

Another mealtime, seeing the Ruthless Senior Nun and Xiu Ling each holding a big bowl, eating with oil dripping from their mouths, everyone in the Dao Yi Sect twitched at the corners of their mouths.

"Damn, where's any semblance of a monastic? Look at that big chunk of fatty meat—it disappears in one bite."

What's more, every time after eating, the Ruthless Senior Nun would put her palms together and mutter a phrase.

"Namo Amitabha, wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha remains in the heart."

"I'll be damned, if there really were a Buddha, he'd have snatched you up by now."

It's already shameless, but this also fits Hong Zun and company's plan perfectly.

"Senior Brother, look—the Senior Nun now eats meat so routinely; how far is she from breaking the lust precept?"

"What the junior brother says makes sense."

Shi Song looked at the Senior Nun bashfully, nodded and replied, "Yeah, the meat precept can be broken, so why can't the lust precept be?"

After the meal, Shi Song stepped forward bashfully and said to the Senior Nun.

"Senior Nun, let me wash the dishes for you."

"As a poor nun, my coming to disturb already makes me feel guilty; how could I trouble you friends to wash my dishes? I'll do it myself."

Saying that, the Ruthless Senior Nun also took Shi Song's bowl.

Watching the Senior Nun wash the dishes for him, Shi Song froze on the spot, as if he'd lost his soul.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother..."

Hong Zun shouted several times before he came to his senses.

"What's going on?"

"Senior Nun...... the Senior Nun helped me wash the dishes."

His eyes full of bashfulness, he spoke hesitantly, his face flushed; seeing this, Hong Zun was completely bewildered.

"It's just washing a bowl—what's the big deal?"

"Junior brother, you don't understand—this is just what people call 'the husband leads, the wife follows.' Moreover, that's the bowl I ate from, and the Senior Nun doesn't even disdain it."

"Junior brother, do you think the Senior Nun has already accepted me? Do you think we should have a boy or a girl? What should we name the child?"

"If it's a boy, we'll call him Stone; if it's a girl, we'll call her........"

He completely ignored Hong Zun beside him; just over washing a bowl, this guy already had the kids' names picked out.

Seeing Shi Song like that, Hong Zun turned black-faced and walked away.

"Are you sick? It's just washing a bowl—what does that have to do with having kids? Are you thinking too far ahead?"

Until the Senior Nun left, the whole afternoon Shi Song remained like he'd lost his soul.

He kept muttering about boys and girls, and Qing Shi, seeing this, curiously asked.

"What's going on?"

Hearing that, Hong Zun pursed his lips.

"Just ignore him; he's simply sick—over washing a bowl, he's already picked out names for eighteen generations of descendants."

"Huh???"

I thought that would be the end of it, but who knew—at dinner that night, the Senior Nun actually volunteered to wash Shi Song's bowls, and said she'd take over dishwashing from now on.

This only made Shi Song even more excited, unable to contain himself.

By the next morning, just as Hong Zun had finished his cultivation, he stepped out and saw Shi Song rushing over.

"Junior brother, look what this is."

"What?"

Only saw Shi Song holding a booklet; at first Hong Zun was curious, what is this?

Upon looking, there were four large characters clearly written on it.

【Shi Family Genealogy】

"What is this?"

"This is the genealogy we'll have for our old Shi family from now on—I thought that all we need from me and the Senior Nun is one boy and one girl, two kids would be enough."

The sons' generation only has two, but the grandsons' generation is estimated to have five or six, and then there will be great-grandsons, great-great-grandsons; according to my calculation, after eighteen generations, our Stone Clan should have over a thousand members, plus various collateral branches and such.

So last night I first laid out the genealogy; Shī dì, take a look and see if there's anything that needs improvement—let us, as fellow brothers in the sect, discuss it together.

Hong Zun's face was full of black lines, but Shi Song didn't care at all, and was still excitedly fantasizing about the future beside him.

Thinking of the day when Shī tài will be by my side, children and grandchildren filling the hall, descendants surrounding—a happy life.

Looking at the Stone Family Genealogy in his hand, Hong Zun's mouth twitched wildly—damn, you're so excited this early in the morning, is this what you want to show me?

You didn't sleep all night last night, and you damn well made just this?

And you damn well want to discuss it? Discuss what? Your old Stone Clan's genealogy—what does it have to do with me, Hong Zun?

Moreover, aren't you thinking too early? You damn don't even have a foundation yet, and you're already thinking about the descendants eighteen generations from now?

Twitching eyelids, he returned the genealogy to Shi Song; Hong Zun said earnestly.

Shī xiōng, we should first consider Shī tài's matter, then talk about other things.

Thinking too far ahead is meaningless; people say take one step and look three steps ahead, but you haven't even taken that first step—you've already looked ahead three hundred steps.

It's better to be steady; taking too big a step makes it easy to pull an egg.

But who would have known, upon hearing these words, Shi Song had a face of self-through way.

What's there to consider about Shī tài? She's already helped me wash the dishes.

Huh???

Looking at Shi Song with a complex gaze—what does washing dishes signify? Can I say that Shī tài also helped me wash dishes?

Shī xiōng, as long as you're happy.

Not wanting to say anything more, Hong Zun stepped away; Shi Song held the genealogy, saw Qing Shi come out of the room, and excitedly stepped forward.

Qing Shi brother, I'll show you something good.

What is it?

Our old Stone Clan's genealogy!

Huh???