Free Web NovelChapter 114: Chapter 88: A Beauty in His Arms
She had already locked the door from the inside.
And while they were speaking, she had already removed the Jade Pendant from her neck.
The last traces of her male disguise had vanished, and her voice had regained its girlish, delicate softness.
Without waiting for Xu Lei to say anything, she raised her delicate hands and began to undo her clothes, piece by piece.
Her robes fell to the floor one after another, until only a white bodice remained.
Her long, slender legs were dazzlingly fair, and her exposed shoulders and collarbones were just as pale and exquisite.
The curves beneath the bodice were not especially voluptuous, but they possessed a beauty that was just right.
She then raised a fair, delicate hand to remove the ornaments from her hair, letting her long tresses cascade down.
The ends of her lustrous black hair swayed gently against her slender waist.
By now, Mu Yao’s face was flushed beet red, down to her earlobes.
She bit her lip and took a shallow breath, then moved forward with small, delicate steps.
"Living Buddha, may Yaoyao serve you in your bath?"
She said in a delicate voice, "I wonder if Yaoyao has such a karmic affinity with the Buddha?
Please, be compassionate and give Yaoyao a chance to serve you!"
"Amitabha Buddha."
Xu Lei replied, "Patron Yaoyao, I must be frank.
During dinner, I mentioned that receiving the favor of a great Cultivator might allow one to grow a Spirit Root. The odds of this are one in ten thousand times ten thousand!
It might be nothing more than the baseless ramblings of some ancient Cultivators in old texts!
Are you certain you wish to serve the Buddha with your body?
I met you in the mountain teahouse; it was fate. You naturally have a karmic affinity with the Buddha.
But if you do this for the sake of longevity, I fear that one day, should you fail to grow a Spirit Root, you will come to resent me.
That would be a sin, something I do not wish for."
Indeed, the reason Mu Yao had suddenly offered herself tonight was because during dinner, after Xu Lei had learned of her great interest in longevity, he had feigned an offhand remark. He’d mentioned that he had read in some ancient text that a person without a Spirit Root had a certain chance of growing one if they received the intimate favor of a great Cultivator.
He had only mentioned it briefly, but Xu Lei knew the effect was excellent.
After all, Mu Yao had now come to offer him her body directly.
As for Mu Yao, Xu Lei had no intention of letting her go.
’After all, I need to sire many children. The more beautiful, healthy women, the better.’
’I saved Mu Yao, gave her the Jade Pendant, and I’m helping her inherit a hereditary title. It’s not too much to ask for her to repay me with her body.’
In truth, he probably could have just forced her, but Xu Lei preferred that she offer herself willingly and take the initiative.
That’s why he had played on her psychology, saying just enough to make her act of her own accord.
Of course, the whole business of growing a Spirit Root was practically impossible, so Xu Lei first had to manage her expectations.
"Living Buddha, you’re willing to accept Yaoyao’s service! Yaoyao is overjoyed."
Just then, Mu Yao stepped forward and happily wrapped her fair, slender arms around Xu Lei from behind. She said in a delicate voice, "As for longevity, whether I obtain it or not, I don’t actually care that much.
It’s true that I long for it, but I don’t feel I absolutely must have it.
It’s just that from now on, I must use the Jade Pendant to maintain my disguise and inherit my family’s title.
I’m afraid I can no longer appear as a woman, much less marry as one.
Nor can I be with any man to bear children. The matter of the title is no small thing, and whether my secret is exposed is a critical concern.
From now on, it would be best if no one other than myself and you, Living Buddha, knows about this!
Since that is the case, what is wrong with me serving you, Living Buddha?
If you don’t like me, if you look down on me, then let’s just forget it.
But if you find me to your liking, then I am naturally willing.
As it happens, I am a maiden, and you’ve said you have never been with a woman before.
To be the first woman to serve you would be a blessing I have cultivated over several lifetimes! It would be my greatest honor!
In this world today, secular Landlords and minor County Magistrates have three wives and four concubines, and some princes and nobles have wives and concubines in droves.
As a Living Buddha in this world, I’m sure there will be countless women willing to serve you in the future.
Right now, I only ask to be the first!
As for the future, I only pray that you do not forget me."
"Amitabha Buddha."
Upon hearing this, Xu Lei also said, "Since you put it that way, Patron Yaoyao, it would be pretentious of me to refuse.
In that case, please, Patron Yaoyao, allow me to experience what lies beyond the precept of celibacy!
Even if you are ultimately unable to grow a Spirit Root, Patron Yaoyao, I give you my guarantee.
When I have experienced enough of the mortal world and attain Buddhahood, you, Patron Yaoyao, will naturally share in the merit!
If that day truly comes, I will pull you from the cycle of life and death and grant you longevity and transcendence as well."
"Truly?"
Mu Yao asked in delighted surprise, "Living Buddha, is what you’re saying... is it really true?"
"Amitabha Buddha."
Xu Lei said, "A monk does not tell lies."
Of course, despite saying that, he was just spouting nonsense.
Having spent so many years in the Buddhist Sect, he knew that when a person dies, it’s like a lamp being extinguished.
He was the exception, able to reincarnate endlessly thanks to the supreme treasure that was the Ten Thousand Lives Book.
Everyone else was like a lamp; once extinguished, they turned to dust and returned to the earth.
But in any case, Mu Yao would never be able to verify the truth of this matter, not even on her deathbed.
So, there was no harm in saying it.
’Letting her hold on to this kind of mystical hope will only make her more obedient to me in the future.’
The massacre at the teahouse was the stick; tonight’s Charitable Giving of her body was the carrot.
