A few monks who were friendly with him also caught sight of Cai Wei’s beautiful appearance. Upon hearing the monk say that he had persuaded the beauty to seek an heir, they were itching with desire, pestering the monk to share in the spoils.
The monk, unable to refuse, felt his vanity imnsely satisfied. After putting on airs for a while, he said to the monks he was friendly with, "Today’s beauty is an unparalleled exquisite in the world; a tender lady like her, not to ntion sleeping with her, but even seeing such beauty is rare. If I hadn’t used my silver tongue to persuade them, you wouldn’t even dream of sleeping with such a beauty in this lifeti. Tonight, I will share her with you, but you must rember my kindness, for in the future, when I am thirsty and have no madam to quench the fire, you must let properly press a biscuit!"
All the monks, driven by lust, and since they were not strangers to pressing biscuits, all agreed in unison, saying, "Rest assured, Brother. If you really grace us with this, whenever you feel the fire, just give us a word."
The monk, brimming with pride, said, "That’s more like it. However, that little madam looks very delicate and tender; don’t be too rough with her, or it won’t end well."
The monks hastily replied, "Rest assured, Brother. Such a delicate and tender beauty, we’re lucky to get a touch thanks to your fortune, we’re too fond of her to ruin her!"
The group of lewd monks grew more excited as they spoke, even arranging an order for the night. Naturally, the monk was first in line, and the rest quarreled over who would go next, arguing until their faces turned red and nearly coming to blows. Finally, they decided by playing rock-paper-scissors...
There are over a hundred monks in Baohua Temple, but only about a dozen clean rooms. Each day, there are ten won coming to ask for an heir, with two monks taking shifts in each clean room during the night. Thus, the monks don’t get to sleep with won every night.
In particular, monks are more lustful than ordinary n because they don’t have to toil for a livelihood like the n of the world. They receive things from donors from all ten directions daily; they don’t worry about food or clothing. Once they have tidied the clean rooms and the exquisite quilts, all they think about in bed is this matter. Although occasionally pressing a biscuit, as the saying goes, "Eating a killing stead bun is not filling," these won insist on coming to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, often wandering before them. How could they not be ignited upon seeing soone as beautiful as Cai Wei?
Supposedly, not being vicious makes one not bald; not being bald makes one not vicious; going from vicious to bald, and bald to vicious.
And those won who were defiled by them, it’s like a mute eating coptis, bitter in their hearts, not daring to tell their husband. After giving birth, they live in constant fear, worrying that one day the truth will co out, disgracing them and their children, being shunned by society. So couldn’t handle the pressure and simply ended their lives. Of course, there were also a few shalessly wanton who took pleasure in it, indulging decadently, leaving one unaware of the passage of ti.
When asked what miracle the Bodhisattva manifested that night, so won claid they dread of the Buddha gifting a child. Others said they dreamt of an Arhat coming to sleep, so attributed no dreams at all, so were too embarrassed to speak, and others vowed never to return afterwards, visiting the temple sporadically, with various responses...
In Space
The whole family ate and then went to the room to sleep. Cai Wei, having rushed around the previous night, had only slept a bit in the morning upon arriving in Bianzhou. But thinking about going out with Nangong Yi to have fun and buying so ginseng, she didn’t sleep long. Having walked all morning, she was already tired, so after eating, she fell into a deep sleep!
When Cai Wei and the children were asleep, Nangong Yi carried the children one by one to another room.
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