Chapter 112: The Female Thief Plucks a Flower, Zijun is Furious!

Deep night, ancient temple.

The wide-open doors of the Heavenly King Hall slowly closed amidst the sound of wind and rain.

Inside the hall, the candlelight was dim and yellow.

In the incense burner, sandalwood was lit once again.

On that stone pedestal, the Maitreya Buddha still stuck out its belly, its face full of smiles.

Yet behind it, at some unknown time, a wooden bed had actually been set up.

On that wooden bed, there was a bright red quilt, a bright red pillow, everything one could need.

Of course, there was also a person.

Luo Zijun was tied to the bed once again.

That female flower-plucking thief, who had prayed to the Buddha for many years without result, had decided today to ravage him once more right here in this Buddha hall, behind the Buddha statue.

When Luo Zijun slowly woke up, his body trembled, and he immediately opened his mouth to beg for mercy: "Spare me, Great King! Don't drain me! I really have diseases! Syphilis, gonorrhea, urethritis, condyloma acuminatum, herpes, chancroid, venereal lymphogranuloma, AIDS..."

"Rip—"

This time, the female flower-plucking thief did not immediately stuff his mouth, but directly began to violently tear his clothes apart.

Luo Zijun immediately cursed loudly: "You shameless female thief! There are so many people in the temple, why must you pluck me? It was me last time, and it's me again this time! Do you have any professional ethics left? A thief steals from one household this time and switches to another the next; you keep chasing me to do this, am I your father or your mother? Do you have any compassion? I am a weak scholar, and you do it five times in one night, you... mm..."

Just as he was cursing vigorously, the female flower-plucking thief riding on him suddenly took something off her own foot and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Luo Zijun let out a "mm" sound and could no longer curse.

In his blurred vision, the towering figure on his chest raised her hands, took off the hairpin from her head, and a waterfall of long hair instantly cascaded down.

While Luo Zijun was twisting his body and struggling desperately, a hand suddenly gripped his lifeline.

His body jolted, and he widened his eyes, no longer moving...

In the hall, the candlelight flickered, and incense smoke curled.

Outside the hall, the dark night was cold and desolate.

"Woo—"

The wind in the mountains wailed and sobbed, crying in the darkness for the whole night, and the night rain drizzled and dripped, falling all night amidst the sobbing sounds.

At the same time, the windows on the walls also rattled "clatter, clatter" all night long in the wind and rain...

A night of time passed quietly.

The next day.

When the sky was just beginning to brighten, the wind and rain finally ceased.

Outside the temple, the rainwater that had fallen for an entire night converged into a muddy river, surging down from the mountaintop, crashing and colliding all the way, rushing into the mountain ravine and gorge, flowing endlessly.

The small village at the end of the gorge was instantly torn apart and left in a mess by the surging flood.

Some were happy, some were sad.

The rain had finally stopped.

The nobles of the Jia Family and the Bai Family all woke up early, whispering to each other under their quilts.

The maidservants and nannies also got up early to tidy up the quilts.

The quilts and pillows they had slept in and covered themselves with last night were all brought by themselves.

Not to mention those young ladies and Young Masters.

Some even brought their own beds.

Every time they went out, these things were essential to bring; after all, with things like a Storage Bag, it was convenient to carry as much as one wanted.

At the same time.

In the Heavenly King Hall, behind the Maitreya Buddha...

Luo Zijun lay there motionless, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes, silently shedding tears.

Six times.

A full six times.

One more time than the five times from last time.

What a beast!

Just because he had worked hard to cultivate and made his body stronger, he had received even more wanton play and exploitation in return...

Where is justice?

Where is the heavenly principle?

He stared at the ceiling with a look of despair, two lines of clear tears sliding down his cheeks and falling onto the quilt beneath him.

Under the cotton quilt.

The sturdy wooden bed had already fallen apart and collapsed.

Broken wood covered the floor.

From this, one could see what kind of inhuman torture he had suffered last night.

"If I do not avenge this, I, Luo Zijun... swear I will not be a man!"

"Cultivate! I must still cultivate!"

"If only my strength were a bit greater, if I had more treasures on me, and if I were a bit more cautious, I would have definitely been able to escape last night!"

"It was just one step away, just a tiny bit!"

He suddenly sat up from the floor, clenched his trembling fists, and swore secretly with a pale but determined face.

He must continue to cultivate!

He must make himself even stronger!

Only then could he take revenge and wash away his shame! Only then could he protect himself!

"Female thief, you just wait!"

He gritted his teeth, suddenly discovering that his mouth hurt, and his tongue hurt as well.

Last night, in his shame and anger, he had bitten the other party.

The other party naturally bit him back fiercely, and gave him the most violent retaliation, to the point that the bed even collapsed.

Damn it!

"Amitabha..."

Just at this moment, the voice of a monk suddenly came from outside the door.

Luo Zijun hurriedly got up, quickly packed the bedding, pillows, and the collapsed wooden bed on the floor into his Storage Bag, and then immediately hid behind the Maitreya Buddha.

His whole body was currently weak, his legs were trembling, and even crouching down was a struggle.

He rubbed his chest and couldn't help but hiss, his heart filled with even more grief and indignation.

"Female benefactor, this is the Heavenly King Hall..."

Outside, a monk was introducing this precious hall.

A moment passed.

A burst of footsteps approached from outside the door, and then entered the hall.

"Young Miss, this servant has come to light the incense..."

A maid's voice rang out.

Hiding behind the Maitreya Buddha, Luo Zijun held his breath, the crazy scenes of last night constantly surfacing in his mind.

Endless and impossible to shake off.

Just as his thoughts were running wild, a crisp voice suddenly came from the entrance of the main hall: "Daiyu, why are you here? Hurry, all the sisters are looking for you."

"Is it time to go down the mountain?"

A delicate and pleasant voice sounded.

Following that, the sound of footsteps left the hall.

Luo Zijun was curious, quietly stretching his head out to look, but he only saw a slender figure just exiting the door and walking into the corner.

Was that Lin Daiyu?

Looking at that figure, it was indeed as slender as a willow, soft and weak, as if a gust of wind could knock her over.

Luo Zijun had no time to think about anything else.

Seeing that there was no one in the hall, he immediately came out from behind the Maitreya Buddha and jumped off the stone platform. "Thud!"

The stone platform was not high, but the moment he landed, his legs went weak, and he fell flat on the ground.

Instantly, he felt dizzy and his vision went black.

This damn thing was definitely the result of being drained dry and completely exhausted.

Beast!

Coincidentally, a girl happened to pass by the door at this moment; she looked at him with surprise, blinked her eyes, and asked in a crisp voice: "This Young Master, are you alright?"

As she spoke, she hurriedly came in to help him up.

Luo Zijun hissed and cupped his hands in thanks.

However, after he saw the girl's appearance clearly, he was instantly stunned.

This girl was wearing a pale green long dress, her figure was slender and delicate, her appearance was pretty and lovely, and she looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old; those eyes were pitch-black and pure, bright and spirited, and she was currently covering her mouth and laughing at him. Seeing his gaze, she laughed crisply: "Is Young Master so clumsy? You can even trip while walking?"

Luo Zijun was puzzled.

!

Why did the figure before him look somewhat like the Lin Guniang who had just left?

Just at this moment, someone shouted in the corridor: "Qingwen! Qingwen! Lin Guniang has already gone back!"

"Ah, alright!"

The girl before him replied, took another look at him while covering her mouth and giggling, and then walked away quickly.

Qingwen?

No wonder, no wonder.

This maid was ranked at the head of the secondary register of the Twelve Beauties of Jinling; she was born slender and pretty, clever and nimble, had a straightforward and brave personality, loved to retort, and was known as the 'Little Lin Daiyu'.

It seemed the Jia Family had brought quite a few people this time.

Qingwen's laughter came from the corridor, her voice crisp: "Sheyue, there was a Young Master in that hall just now, he looked quite handsome, but he was so clumsy, he could even trip and fall flat on the ground while walking, and he even hurt his mouth..."

As she spoke, silver bell-like laughter followed.

Luo Zijun felt somewhat embarrassed; he raised his hand to rub his kidneys, feeling a twitching pain in both sides.

Detestable female flower-plucking thief!

If I don't avenge this, I am no gentleman!

He left the main hall and walked toward the backyard with unsteady steps.

Just as he passed the Arhat Hall, he suddenly heard a woman's crying voice from inside: "Manager Wang, don't... I beg you..."

Under normal circumstances, he might not necessarily intervene.

But today, he had almost no hesitation; anger immediately rose from his heart and hatred surged to his courage, and he rushed straight in, shouting loudly: "Damn it!"

He had just been forced last night, and now he had suddenly encountered another forced situation; how could he not be angry? How could he not explode?

In the corner, an old man wearing a brocade robe was pinning down a girl dressed as a maid, tearing at her clothes; the old man's pants had already been pulled down.

"Old beast!"

Luo Zijun immediately roared, rushed up, and delivered a kick, fiercely striking the man's kidney at an angle, directly kicking his body sideways until he fell flat on the ground.

The maid's skirt had already been lifted, and her undergarments had also been pulled down halfway; suddenly seeing this scene, she was scared silly.

Without waiting for the old man to get up, Luo Zijun climbed directly onto him, raised both fists, and proceeded to give the old man a brutal beating, striking him repeatedly in the face and head.

The old man covered his face with both hands, wailing and begging for mercy.

Only then did the Young Maid regain her senses; she hurriedly pulled up her trousers, put on her clothes, and ran out of the main hall, crying and covering her face.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"I'll let you force yourself on others! I'll let you force yourself on others! I'll let you act like that beastly lecher!"

"You could do anything, yet you chose to be a shameless lecher!"

"I'll beat you to death!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang!"

As Luo Zijun beat him, he cursed, seemingly wanting to vent all the anger he felt toward that female flower-thief onto this old lecher.

The old man was immediately beaten until he was crying out for his parents and begging for mercy without stop.

After venting his anger, Luo Zijun finally stood up and walked away.

Who would have thought that after walking only a few steps, the old man would curse angrily: "You little beast! Do you know who this old man is? If you have the guts, don't leave!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Zijun turned around, returned, clenched his fists, and said: "Old lecher, do you know who this Young Master is?"

Seeing that he was fierce and overbearing, and looked distinguished, the old man thought he had provoked a major figure he shouldn't have, and his heart suddenly sank; he said with a trembling voice: "You... you are..."

"You don't even recognize this Young Master, yet you dare to be arrogant?"

Luo Zijun immediately rushed up and served him another round of wild punches, beating him until nosebleeds splattered everywhere, old teeth flew, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot; then, he sprinkled a few handfuls of lime powder before striding away.

Since this old lecher didn't recognize him, he wasn't afraid of retaliation, so naturally, he beat him even harder.

After leaving the main hall, he went to the side of the water well to wash his hands and face.

The foul air in his chest had finally been vented a little.

It was a pity that it was an old man and not a woman; if it were a woman, he could have beaten her harder and more satisfyingly.

Damn it!

Don't let him catch an opportunity!

He walked toward the backyard, trying his best to steady his emotions.

The events of last night must never be known to anyone.

Otherwise, his handsome face would be completely lost!

Thinking about it carefully, this Jinshan Temple was likely not clean either; it might be a place that harbored filth and corruption, colluding with that female flower-thief.

Otherwise, how could the other party be so bold as to commit such filthy and shameless acts in the main hall?

And they even specifically set up a bed behind the Buddha statue!

Furthermore, the other party brought quite a few people last night, otherwise he would not have been left with no way to escape and been captured again.

It was truly mind-boggling.

Why could that female flower-thief come and go as she pleased in thousand-year-old temples like Hanshan Temple and Jinshan Temple, and act so audaciously?

Could it be that the other party had heaven-reaching means, and even the monks of both temples were afraid of her?

If that were truly the case, what kind of man couldn't she find? Why would she have to be so sneaky and furtive, insisting on forcibly plucking him?

Or perhaps, his constitution was special, like the flesh of Tang Seng, where whoever plucked him would gain longevity?

Absurd.

Arriving at the backyard, those maids and matrons had already finished packing and were preparing to leave.

Zhiyuan had just returned from searching for him in the back mountain; upon seeing him, she immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly stared at him with surprise, looked him over a few more times, and hurriedly asked: "Young Master, what happened to you? Your complexion is so pale, and your mouth and nose are both broken..."

Then she added in shock: "Your ear is also broken, and your neck..."

"There are many bugs in the mountains; they were all bitten by some strange bugs."

Luo Zijun hurriedly pulled at his collar and sighed: "In that thatched hut last night, there were bugs everywhere, and snakes too. I didn't sleep all night, so my spirits are not very good today."

Zhiyuan's expression changed: "Ah, were there snakes too? Young Master, you weren't bitten, were you?"

Luo Zijun said: "No, I was just bitten by some bugs."

Zhiyuan was immediately full of apology: "I'm sorry, Young Master. Last night, this servant should have accompanied you down the mountain to sleep. There are indeed many bugs on the mountain; several of us sisters were also bitten, but it wasn't as serious as Young Master's."

Luo Zijun touched his ear and said: "It's fine, I'll apply some medicine when I get back and rest for two days, and it will be better."

At this moment, a matron came over to pass on a message, telling everyone to gather in the front courtyard to prepare to go down the mountain.

Upon hearing this, everyone hurried toward the front courtyard.

Luo Zijun followed at the very back, walking slowly. Just as he was feeling weak and exhausted, and in a daze, he suddenly heard an angry shout from the corridor beside him: "It's this little beast! It's him! Quick, seize him!"

Luo Zijun regained his senses and turned his head to look.

The old man wearing a brocade robe was pointing at him with a bruised face, a crooked mouth, and slanted eyes, furious with rage.

(End of this chapter)