Chapter 506

"Do you like it? If you like it, then stay here with sister!" Jia Jia Sister stroked my head, laughing softly.

"I like it," I nodded wholeheartedly, but I remembered that I still haven't found Pangzi and QingSongShu.

"Why go look for them? You're not happy here, are you? If you're happy, why not stay? Isn't life for oneself?" Jia Jia Sister waved her hand lightly, her slender finger pointing: "Look, here there are endless gold and silver treasures, inexhaustible mountain delicacies, and the woman you love most."

Following the direction Jia Jia Sister pointed, I turned my head back; the room was already covered in gold, even the floor laid with a thin layer of gold sand as delicate as a cicada's wing.

On the long table lay countless rare dishes, the Manchu-Han imperial feast I had seen in movies. I once had a dream, hoping to taste the feast that only the emperor of the Forbidden City could enjoy.

In the haze, a few wisps of green smoke rose ahead; as the mist spread, a slender figure came walking slowly from the front.

It was Murong Jia Jia, like a fairy fallen into the mortal world, noble and unstained by a speck of dust.

"Hai Sheng, do you want me?" Murong Jia Jia suddenly gave a bewitching smile, pulling her clothing down a few inches to reveal her half-covered bosom.

"I..." I gulped hard, staring at Murong Jia Jia's fair skin, a deep lust surging in my heart.

As I uttered that word, many attractive servants carrying trays suddenly appeared around me; the leader was a bald, big fat man. He bent his waist, walked respectfully up to me, and smiled coquettishly: "Master Sheng, let this servant take you to rest."

"Rest," isn't that a word only used in ancient palaces? My throat felt dry; something quickly sprouted in my heart, like smog, rapidly expanding to occupy my entire heart.

I recognize that bald fat man; he's a wealthy person from Guangdong, extremely **, usually walking with his head raised to look at the sky, not at people. He thinks his wealth makes him great, scolding subordinates or even his wife and children harshly for the slightest mistake. In his eyes, perhaps the only thing worth looking at is the word "money".

"Take off your shoes and lick them clean," I glared at him maliciously; I was startled when the words left my mouth. Did I really say that?

However, when he flatteringly bent over, I felt an unprecedented pleasure. Back then, when he came back from playing with women outside, he treated his wife the same way.

"It's late, let's go to sleep! Besides me, you can freely choose any of the women here." Murong Jia Jia lifted my chin, smiling seductively: "Want to try the feeling of one dragon with several phoenixes?"

I swallowed, my lips dry, and said: "That's not right; I'm a Dao cultivator, I avoid women!"

"Hehe..." like the sound of silver bells, Murong Jia Jia's eyes flickered as she smiled bewitchingly: "You've misunderstood; the ancients said avoiding women actually means not forbidding them. A man who claims to avoid women merely says he hasn't met enough tempting women; once he can't resist temptation, does avoiding women not become not forbidding them, unable to control oneself?"

Speaking, Murong Jia Jia's slender figure turned slightly, beckoning with her hand; all the lovely maids stripped off their clothes, revealing flawless figures that made men unable to restrain nosebleeds.

"Um... let me think, I'd rather wait for Pangzi to come!" I was pondering whether to pounce like a wolf or a tiger. Logically, I should have completely sunk in by now. But for some reason, an extremely lewd and extremely fat image suddenly appeared in my mind.

How would I think of Pangzi? I don't understand, but it's precisely Pangzi's appearance that gave me, who had been obedient to Murong Jia Jia, a hint of hesitation.

"Hmph, one who does not act for oneself invites heavenly wrath and earthly annihilation. You think of your friends, but have they ever thought of you? Think: who keeps pushing you out to take the blame? Who gave you a notorious reputation at school? Such a person, you should kill him yourself; only then will you be happy and joyful." Jia Jia Sister suddenly grew angry; what she said was correct—Pangzi really is such a lewd person. Every time he causes trouble, he drags me in, pushing me forward to take the blame. But should I really do that?

"Alright, alright, Hai Sheng, don't argue, let's go to sleep!" Murong Jia Jia came out with a bewitching smile to smooth things over. I stared at her eyes, suddenly feeling a wave of dizziness, a surge of heat rushing from my feet to the top of my head; I suddenly wanted to lunge at her and tear her clothes to shreds.

"Okay, let's go to sleep, right now!" My breathing felt extremely heavy; I felt something stuffed in my heart, and only by violently ravaging Murong Jia Jia could I completely let go of my emotions.

My hand had already touched Murong Jia Jia's shoulder; the smooth feel made my breathing even more rapid, my mind seemingly holding only one thought. In my heart, only one sentence kept repeating.

"I must have her; she is mine, forever mine."

With a low growl, I lunged at Murong Jia Jia, encircling her waist and lifting her, preparing to walk toward the room. If nothing unexpected happened, it would surely be another round of overturning dragons and phoenixes, ultimate pleasure **.

However, an accident really occurred. I suddenly smelled a familiar fragrance escaping from my bosom, making me shiver violently, and I flung Murong Jia Jia away.

"No, you're not Murong Jia Jia." I turned and pointed at Jia Jia Sister, shouting: "You're not my sister either; tell me, who are you really?"

The fragrance drifting from my bosom was Return Soul Incense, also Stabilizing Soul Incense. The soul incense made me instantly sober; damn, this is all too bizarre.

What exactly are these people? From the moment I saw Jia Jia Sister's back, it seemed I had already entered a trap. This kind of bewitching of people's minds, influencing their senses, is not unfamiliar to me. On the contrary, I often bewitch people myself. I summon the Five Ghost Soldiers to affect those wild men who refuse to return home, helping lonely women guarding empty chambers bring back their husbands who have been led astray.

The air suddenly grew still; everyone around fell silent, staring fixedly at me.

Hai Sheng, I really am your older sister! Your dearest older sister, you forgot—when we were little, I helped chase away many people who bullied you.

Yes, Hai Sheng, I am also Murong Jia Jia, the Murong Jia Jia you love most.

Master, we are all your most loyal servants.

My mind began to blur, and in my head the sound of bells and drums boomed fiercely; I slapped my temples on both sides, and blood poured from my nose and eyes.

"No, you are not my sister, you are not Murong Jia Jia. They would not let me kill my own brother, they would not let me abandon my brother." I struggled, but my voice grew weaker and weaker, reason and ** fought in my head, and even ** gradually devoured my reason.

Namo, He luo tuo na, Duo luo ye ye, Namo, Xi ji li du, Yi meng a li ye, Po luo ji di, Shi fuo leng tuo po……

Just as I was about to succumb again, a clear, crisp burning sound rang in my mind, making my spirit light and preventing total submersion. This passage seems to be the Buddhist Sect's tranquility mantra. I have never studied Buddhist Sect scriptures, so who is the master of this passage?

Soon, the answer was revealed.

A wisp of green smoke drifted from my bosom, gradually condensing into a lovely, dignified figure—none other than Murong Jia Jia, who was healing her wounds in the Spirit Gathering Jade.

Her hands were actually forming the Buddhist Sect's lotus seal, and she chanted the Buddhist Sect's Shurangama Mantra; faintly, I felt an auspicious, holy aura emanating from her. This is unscientific—she is a ghost, and the scriptures of both Buddhist and Daoist Sects subdue souls, yet Murong Jia Jia unusually employed the Buddhist Sect's divine ability.

The false Murong Jia Jia, Jia Jia sisters, came crowding toward me, incessantly waving; I took out a talisman and threw it at them, but the talismans all vanished, having no effect whatsoever on them.

As they kept tempting me, signs appeared that my mind might lose control again; frightened, I sat cross-legged and began to recite the Daoist Sect's Purifying Heart Technique.

The false Murong Jia Jia and the Jia Jia sisters seemed to fear the true Murong Jia Jia. Although they kept waving at me and tempting me, they dared only to stay far away, not daring to approach at all.

"Why? Why do the talismans have no effect at all on them?" In my weakness, I took the opportunity to ask the Murong Jia Jia guarding before me.

"You must ask your heart."

"My heart?"

"Yes, it is your heart. They are not demons or monsters, but your thoughts, your obsessions; you cannot attack them, but if you let go, they will vanish. If you cannot let go, they will keep bewildering your heart. However, for now they dare not approach you, because the Buddhist Sect's Shurangama Mantra strikes them, keeping them away." After a pause, Murong Jia Jia said neither sadly nor happily: "But if you continue to cling, I cannot help you either, for I am a soul, and while the Shurangama Mantra holds them off, it also harms me—I… cannot hold on much longer."

I didn't understand Murong Jia Jia's words—what does it mean for my own heart to give rise to these? Can my pure little heart be so complex? Yet I came to understand how to resolve it, what to do. Murong Jia Jia's meaning is that only by letting go, making my heart indifferent, seeing through all illusions, will all this disappear.

If the heart is pure as ice, heaven may fall and I will not be startled; myriad changes remain unchanged, spirit clear and breath tranquil, no dust stains, no worldly taint, empty void serene, undifferentiated and objectless, no mutual arising, difficulty and ease accomplish each other.

I sat cross-legged and slowly began to recite the Daoist Sect's Purifying Heart Method.