Chapter 289: Sweeping Away Pornography!

A face tinged with a hint of grievance, bewitching in a thousand ways, appeared, its gaze burning as it looked at Lu Sheng and Wei Cheng'en.

A flush of red clouded her face, yet she refused to lower her head; she was indeed full of infinite charm, making it hard for one to maintain composure.

Wei Cheng'en couldn't help but look at Lu Sheng.

Lu Sheng didn't speak, merely staring at that woman.

Wei Cheng'en coughed once and said, "Scholar Lu, why not let this young lady go to me?"

Before Lu Sheng could answer, the woman outside the door had already walked in, coming straight to Wei Cheng'en's side; despite her face still carrying a few parts of bashfulness, her movements were unrestrained and bold.

She sat directly in Wei Cheng'en's embrace, almost rubbing her entire body into him.

Wei Cheng'en was not polite either; he hugged the woman and walked toward the door.

"Oh."

Only then did Lu Sheng respond in a cool, offhand manner, watching the two leave.

After a while, Wei Cheng'en returned, his clothes somewhat disheveled, his steps also slightly unsteady; he cupped his fists at Lu Sheng, not saying much else.

Looking like he was in a post-coital sage mode.

That female ghost just now wasn't strong; Wei Cheng'en dealing with her was no problem.

It's just that this was, after all, the opponent's home turf; it still took some effort, and he needed to rest a bit.

Lu Sheng glanced at Wei Cheng'en, a strange light flashing in his eyes, then closed them again to rest and nurture his spirit.

After about a quarter of an hour, the door that Wei Cheng'en had conveniently closed upon returning was knocked on; with the light knocking sound, another line of "Sleepless moonlit night, wishing to cultivate marital bliss" drifted into the two's ears.

Lu Sheng's eyes snapped open: "Come in."

Wei Cheng'en also opened his eyes; was it the same one, or another?

The door, merely closed and not locked, was pushed open, revealing yet another woman, equally delightful whether smiling or frowning, making one unable to control themselves.

Compared to the previous one, she possessed even more parts of amorous, gorgeous charm.

Lu Sheng opened his mouth, still intending to say something, but that woman had already walked up to Wei Cheng'en; not minding that he looked bedraggled like an "old father-in-law," she opened her mouth and said, "Gongzi, this little woman is willing to offer herself as a pillow-mate."

Wei Cheng'en stood up, put his arm around the woman's slender waist, and walked outside.

This kind of thing, for a man, how could one say no?

Lu Sheng's opened mouth closed again, and he shut his eyes as well.

Unfortunately, after a while, that low cry of alarm still reached his ears, adding a few parts of irritation to his brow.

This time lasted quite a bit longer than the last.

When Wei Cheng'en returned, his condition was also worse than last time; his unsteady steps were obvious, and his body swayed a little.

His lips had lost color, and that injured hand of his was trembling slightly.

If the last time was just a post-coital sage mode, this time it was a state of feeling like his body had been hollowed out.

Forcing a laugh at Lu Sheng, Wei Cheng'en sat back down, leaning against the chair, his panting clearly audible.

Lu Sheng stood up, walked over to close the door, sat back down, and didn't lie down to rest.

He looked like he was protecting the wooden box containing numerous IOUs.

Time passed minute by minute; Wei Cheng'en's panting gradually ceased, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

"Sleepless moonlit night, wishing to cultivate marital bliss."

Before he could truly fall asleep, another voice came from outside the door; this time different from the previous two, following the spoken words, the door was pushed open directly.

The newcomer wore a light gauze robe; her every movement, every frown and smile, carried astonishing allure.

This woman came to Wei Cheng'en's side and said in a delicate voice, "Gongzi..."

"Bang!"

Before Wei Cheng'en could say anything, a sound came from Lu Sheng's side.

One man and one ghost instinctively looked over, only to see that large wooden box kicked to the ground by Lu Sheng, already burst open.

Lu Sheng bent down, pulling out two rather exaggerated cleavers that looked like they had been magnified several times over.

He moved his wrists twice; his originally well-fitting robe suddenly tightened, his body seeming to have swelled a bit.

Pointing the cleaver in his hand at that woman, Lu Sheng roared, "Why didn't you choose me! Bullying a scholar, are you!"

His voice was like a tiger's roar, deafening, his Qi and blood boiling; a wave of fierce, murderous aura rushed forth.

Wei Cheng'en's mouth twitched; he really hadn't seen that this scholar possessed such a "vast righteous Qi."

Even if he had seen it, he — would still have done this.

The current Wei Cheng'en is a man who has turned over a new leaf, a priceless treasure; he absolutely cannot be "ferried" a second time.

"This... Ye." The female ghost, surprised by Lu Sheng's transformation, couldn't help but speak.

"Call me Gongzi!" Lu Sheng was furious, chopping down with a blade.

Even an old man is called Gongzi; I, a proper scholar, how did I become "Ye"? It insults my refinement!

A body full of violent breath, a ferocious and unmatched saber momentum, watched Wei Cheng'en in a daze.

He originally thought the other party only knew some fist and foot techniques; he didn't expect them to be far stronger than he imagined.

The current him probably truly isn't a match for this fierce male scholar.

"Heh." Deep within Lanruo Temple, hearing that scholar Lu Sheng's angry roar, Tang Luo laughed, looking at the tightly shut main gate before him.

He stood outside this Mahavira Hall.

Though doors and windows were tightly shut, inside the lamps were brightly lit; bursts of dissolute laughter and sounds of revelry continuously drifted out, clearly audible.

Beside him, there was also a female ghost with a face carrying a few parts of grievance, her appearance cold and moving.

"Master, this is the place." Her voice wasn't cold like her appearance, but instead carried a few parts of soft sweetness.

Among female ghosts there are also those whose conscience hasn't perished, the type who choose to abandon darkness for light.

If the blood fiend and vicious Qi on them aren't heavy, Tang Luo doesn't mind letting them retain their sentience.

Time rewound to when Tang Luo and Wei Cheng'en parted ways.

The two entered a room to rest, while Tang Luo walked into the depths of Lanruo Temple.

He hadn't walked long before he saw several women laughing and frolicking, alluring and charming, approaching — accurately speaking, they were several female ghosts.

Upon seeing Tang Luo, those female ghosts revealed expressions of slight surprise.

Then came a surging wave, crowding toward Tang Luo; some addressed him as "Young Master," some as "Little Master," and some directly called him "Good Brother."

If Lu Sheng heard this, two butcher knives wouldn't be enough — bullying a scholar!

Tang Luo's gaze swept over these female ghosts as he said: "Blood Qi swirling, consuming essence blood for no short time — collected."

As he spoke, his right hand lifted and turned, and the Cursed House appeared in his hand — he had planned to take it out when he walked over just now, and the timing was just right.

The Cursed House, emanating Yin Qi and malicious curse aura, startled these female ghosts.

The two auras were similar, one could say they were the "same species," but the gap between them was enormous.

Tang Luo had stuffed many fierce ghosts and wronged souls inside, filling the Cursed House to saturation once, and it had digested and absorbed them over a long period of time.

The current Cursed House was far more terrifying and dangerous than when he first obtained it in the mission world.

These female ghosts before him also harmed lives and devoured essence blood and Yang Qi on ordinary days.

But compared to the Cursed House, it was like several raw recruits suddenly seeing a veteran barracks brimming with murderous aura — they couldn't help but panic.

Before they could react, Tang Luo casually grabbed them; these female ghosts were seized in one hand and directly stuffed into the Cursed House, without even time to let out a struggle or cry for help.

"Meow."

After collecting these female ghosts, Xiaotian Dog walked over from the other side and barked once at Tang Luo — she had found the living people Tang Luo asked her to find, not yet dead, able to be saved.

Tang Luo naturally intended to save people first, then exterminate Lanruo Temple.

Double merit, double joy.

Following Xiaotian Dog to a room with its door tightly shut, Tang Luo reached out and pushed, walking straight in.

Inside, a man lay on the ground, with a female ghost writhing her delicate body on top of him.

Without nonsense, Tang Luo directly collected this female ghost into the Cursed House.

The man, immersed in bliss, abruptly woke, rose in a daze, stared at Tang Luo for a while, then flew into a rage: "Where did this wild monk come from! Where's the beauty! Where did you take the beauty?"

Clearly his mind was not clear.

Tang Luo stepped forward; the man, both startled and cowed, braced himself: "Do you know who I am? I..."

Before he could finish speaking, his field of vision was filled by a shoe sole; the shoe sole made intimate contact with his nose, his face flared with pain, his eyes rolled back, and he directly fainted.

Master Xuanzang saves people — why should he care about the one being saved?

Whether gratitude, or a mind muddled by lust unable to see the situation, or a dog biting Lu Dongbin — Tang Luo's heart would not stir with great waves; that kick just now wasn't out of anger, merely to let this idiot lie down a while and not cause trouble for him.

Wiping his foot on the ground a couple of times, Tang Luo turned and walked out, heading to the next place where living people remained.

Turning through several spots, he saved five or six people, none of them men; there was also a woman entangled in unresolved romance with a male ghost.

Leaving Xiaotian Dog to guard the few clear-headed ones who thanked him profusely, Tang Luo brought a newly collected new ghost and arrived before that "Mahavira Hall."

Then he heard the roar of that scholar Lu Sheng.

It seemed he had encountered some danger, but self-preservation should be no problem.

"Come in." Tang Luo held up the Cursed House and said, "Live well in the little house from now on; if you wish to reincarnate and be liberated, this poor monk will also let you out."

"Many thanks, Master." The female ghost performed a salute and voluntarily entered the Cursed House.

She became the second ghost with sentience inside.

Stowing the Cursed House, no longer using it — the demons and ghosts inside this hall were the core of Lanruo Temple; barring accidents, all must be guided to salvation.

The hall was bustling extraordinarily; the "people" inside seemed completely unaware of Tang Luo's arrival.

Tang Luo raised his hand and lightly pushed; the heavy door opened with a not-too-loud "creak."

The situation inside the hall was fully in view.

Lamps flickered, covered with red paper lanterns, turning the emitted light into an ambiguous hue.

In the soft jade pool at the hall's center, steam rose; over a dozen men and women frolicked in the water, utterly delighted.

To the side were long low tables, each spread with soft blankets; a crowd also ate and drank, seizing the day.

Truly seizing the day — finished or not, they would die.

A few people glanced at Tang Luo, treated him as invisible, and returned their attention to the female ghosts beside them; An Lushan's claws reached out, eliciting peals of giggles.

After a thought, a magic array emerged behind Tang Luo; a dragon head appeared, opening its mouth to roar.

After a moment's thought, a magic array emerged behind Tang Luo, and a dragon head appeared, opening its mouth to roar.

The sound reverberated in the great hall, shaking the crowd of people and ghosts dizzy, screams rising continuously.

However, the power was not even one-tenth of normal circumstances.

Otherwise, the people playing inside would have fainted.

And now, they instead let the big head control the little head again, glaring at Tang Luo with fury.

Those ghosts, too, each revealed fierce light in their eyes; the entire great hall instantly gained several degrees more Yin Qi.

That group of ghosts also revealed fierce light in their eyes one by one, and the entire great hall instantly gained several degrees of Yin Qi.

"What are you doing!"

Someone roared at Tang Luo: "Interrupted at the critical moment — easy to cause psychological trauma, leading to impotence and such ailments, you know?"

"Anti-prostitution sweep!" Tang Luo said, "Living people stand left, ghosts stand right!"

"Sweep the yellow!" Tang Luo said, "Living people stand on the left, ghostly kinds on the right!"