Chapter 34: The Witch Ningxia.
Passersby all frowned upon hearing this.
After all, if looking at you for just one second meant gouging out your eyes, wouldn't everyone present have to gouge out their own eyes?
However, this woman was incredibly beautiful. Not only did she not look like someone from the Central Plains, but she also wasn't dressed like a Central Plains woman with thick skirts and long dresses. It wasn't very hot in early summer, yet she brazenly exposed her silky arms. Her upper body was covered only by a dark blue tube top, and her lower body was a flowing gauze skirt, revealing her slender, chopstick-like thighs.
Those ignorant, old-fashioned moralists couldn't help but exclaim that it was immoral, but they couldn't help but take a few more glances.
After all, who wouldn't want to look at someone so beautiful? They were so beautiful
that they wanted to gouge their eyes out.
The tall, old monk quietly extended his right hand to cover the eyes of the young monk behind him. Holding his staff in his left hand, he chanted the Buddha's name again and said, "As the Buddhist scriptures say, 'Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.'"
"No matter how beautiful the female donor is, she is nothing more than a rosy skeleton, a fleeting cloud. What does this have to do with the six impure senses?"
The young monk behind him was clever and adorable. He was genuinely interested in this exotic woman and wanted to get around the monk's hand to see her. However, the old monk's hand remained just an inch from the young monk's eyes, allowing the young monk to move around as if Monkey King could not escape the palm of Tathagata Buddha's hand.
The Western Regions woman giggled and said, "Master, you are so boring. If your young monk wants to see, just let him have a look."
As she said this, she stepped forward and was about to grab the old monk's wrist, which was blocking the young monk's eyes.
She reached out with her bare white arm, but the next moment, she withdrew her hand as if she had grabbed a red-hot charcoal, her face pale with fear. "Vajra Indestructible Divine Art?"
The old monk sighed and rolled up his sleeves, revealing seven or eight silver needles gleaming on the sleeves of his khaki robe.
If they were needles, it would be fine. What shocked everyone around was that the needles looked sharp and hard, but when they pierced the monk's wrist, they didn't even pierce the skin. They were all twisted and turned, just like straw or pine needles.
"The Cold Soul Silver Needles of the Western Demon Sect." The old monk shook his sleeves, and the needles fell to the ground. "You are truly a master at following me."
"May I ask your name, lady?"
Defeated, the Western woman looked terrified. After all, the opponent's martial arts skills far exceeded her expectations. But she laughed heartily. "I am Ningxia. May I ask your name, Master Monk? Are you proposing marriage to me?"
"No, no," the old monk said calmly. "It's just that your murderous nature is too strong. I intend to send you back to Shaolin Temple for ten years of quiet retreat to temper your character."
Ningxia's expression finally changed.
If she were to be imprisoned in Shaolin Temple for those ten years, wouldn't her youth be wasted by the time she emerged?
"Old monk, you are so arrogant." Ningxia laughed and said, "Can you hold me?"
"Of course I will try." The old monk said so, and at the same time picked up the young monk beside him and put him on his back. The young monk immediately hugged the old monk tightly like an octopus, and at the same time, the old monk took a step forward and grabbed Ningxia's shoulders.
Ningxia giggled, took a step forward, and was about to offer her breast to the old monk's hands. The old monk was stunned, and his figure, which was already in the air, suddenly sank and landed steadily on the ground: "You, female donor, are so shameless."
Ningxia pulled her face and embarrassed the other party: "You can just take her, but you have to attack a woman's vital parts. You are really a fake monk, a playboy."
As she said this, Ningxia put her hands into her bosom, grabbed a handful of silver needles and flashed them in front of the old monk: "Didn't you say that I am too murderous?"
She looked around. Because it was a rare Western beauty who made things difficult for a couple of monks in the street, and this was the busy city of Luocheng, there were many people gathered to watch the fun.
"You know my cold soul silver needles, big monk. If you dare to come up, I will sprinkle them on the crowd."
"No matter how skilled you are, can you stop the passersby behind me?"
"That time, you captured me, but they died of poison. Great Monk, is this your sin?"
"Or is it me, the young lady?"
Ningxia spoke in the Central Plains Mandarin, her voice ringing and resounding. The passersby, who had been merely observing the spectacle, hadn't expected to find themselves tied to the chariot by Ningxia in the blink of an eye. They couldn't sit still. Instead of retreating, they, relying on their numbers, began to criticize the monk.
"You, monk, it's bad enough that you peeked at a girl, but you're planning to send her to Shaolin Temple for your lecherous monks to enjoy? Wouldn't the Buddha be so ashamed to see this?!"
"It's your business to capture the Western Region demon girl, but if she harms us as a result, that's your grave sin, Great Monk."
"It's your business to fight demons and defend the Way, but don't let us, the innocent, suffer."
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For a moment, everyone was talking in a chaotic cacophony, Ningxia chuckling smugly, like a fox that has stolen a hen.
"Big monk, I am not as good as you in martial arts. I just came here to compete with you. Your martial arts are too good, so I won't accompany you anymore."
As she said this, she raised her hands full of silver needles, turned around and walked towards the crowd with her waist twisted.
However, because she was so beautiful and had a nice voice, the crowd did not make way for her.
After all, who would be happy to leave such a delicate beauty just like that?
Ningxia couldn't help but sigh: "Big monk, they won't let me go, so I offended them."
As she said this, she raised her wrist lightly, and a ball of powder was sprinkled forward, turning into a light green mist. The people in front of her couldn't dodge in time and were sprinkled directly. They immediately burst into tears, sneezed and ran away.
The big monk stood there, and the little monk hugged his shoulders, and the two did not move.
"Don't worry, big monk, I am not that murderous. These are just things that make people sneeze and cry. Thank you for your compassion and for giving me, a demon girl, a way out."
The big monk put one hand in front of him and chanted the Buddha's name: "I hope that the girl will not let me meet her in a quiet place next time."
"That's not necessarily true." Ningxia's voice came from afar, but the gorgeous girl from the Western Regions had disappeared in the crowd. She was obviously dressed so conspicuously.
The old monk sighed, put the young monk down, and the two continued to walk forward. The young monk asked curiously: "Master, master, is this the kind of Rakshasa demon girl you said?"
Rakshasa, the evil ghost of Buddhism, all eats human flesh. Among them, the males are ugly and the females are beautiful.
The old monk shook his head: "This is a ghost from the human world, not a Buddhist Rakshasa."
So saying, he pulled the young monk, separated the crowd, and walked forward step by step.
(End of this chapter)