My Buddha of Lust

The night was dark and clear; the sky was an ink-black plate scattered with sparse starlight. Beneath the darkness, Liang Shan Temple lay in utter silence. A gust of wind swept through, swaying the lanterns beneath the eaves, their trembling light casting flickering shadows. Yue Yue crouched low, her slender waist bent as she pressed against the windowsill. Through a narrow gap, her gaze remained fixed on Xuan Qin inside. The man untied his white monastic robe and draped it over a stand. With a tug of his large hand, his undergarments slid down, revealing a lean, sculpted body—all taut muscle and flowing lines. Xuan Qin turned, lifting a well-proportioned, slender leg to step into the bathing tub. When his powerful, bare back faced her, Yue Yue’s bewitching, fox-like eyes widened abruptly. Her stare clung to the curve of his lower back like glue. There is a tiny red mole on his back which lures her deeply. Even in the dim candlelight, she was certain: she had seen it. A small crimson mark. Her heart pounded like thunder, a surge of exhilaration coursing through her. After many days, she finally found the reincarnated disciple under the Buddha. Yue Yue was a fox demon who had cultivated for a thousand years, just one step away from attaining immortality. But recently, she seemed to have hit a bottleneck. No matter how hard she practiced, she couldn’t break through. A wise elder advised her to go to Liang Shan Temple and find a monk with a small red mole on his lower back. This monk was the reincarnated disciple of the Buddha. If she could engage in yin-yang union with him, absorb his yang essence and relic, and refine it into her own cultivation, she could overcome her bottleneck and achieve enlightenment. Liang Shan Temple did not allow female devotees to stay overnight, but the temple housed hundreds of monks. Yue Yue didn’t know who the reincarnated disciple was. So, she disguised herself as a frail young woman and went to the temple to pray and worship the Buddha. Every night, she secretly observed the monks in the temple. Over the past two months, she had observed three hundred and eight monks. Xuan Qin was the three hundred and ninth—and the last one. Among the monks she had observed earlier, not a single one had a small red mole on his lower back, though she did spot a few with large black moles. The wise elder had once said that the reincarnated disciple of the Buddha would be extraordinary in bearing, peerless in demeanor, and profound in spiritual wisdom. Yue Yue stared at Xuan Qin’s face for a while. Even through the misty steam, she could glimpse his jade-like, elegant, and radiantly handsome features. From her observations, there was no monk in the temple more strikingly handsome or noble in bearing than Xuan Qin. Moreover, he was the only one with a small red mole on his lower back. Without a doubt, he was the reincarnated disciple of the Buddha. Xuan Qin is the head abbot Hui Yun’s closed-door disciple. Recently, Hui Yun had secluded himself in meditation, leaving all temple affairs—big and small—in Xuan Qin’s hands. Yue Yue thought, With the abbot away, this was the perfect opportunity. I must seduce Xuan Qin as soon as possible—before anything goes wrong. With a splash, Xuan Qin rose from the bathtub, water droplets scattering as he stepped out. His powerful legs, still glistening, parted slightly as he moved, revealing thick, damp curls between them. Nestled beneath was a heavy, flaccid shaft that swayed faintly in the air with his movements. Yue Yue’s gaze burned as she stared at the man’s virility, her throat tightening with an involuntary swallow. Even in its state, its sheer size was undeniable—far thicker than any of the male figures depicted in the erotic paintings she had seen. One of her fox sisters had once told her that the larger a man’s member, the more ecstasy it could bring a woman. Her vision blurred slightly as she squeezed her thighs together, rubbing them restlessly. In her mind, she imagined that thick, imposing length driving into her—how utterly intoxicating it would feel. Then, she shook her head, forcing the lurid fantasy away. I must stay focused. Now is not the time to lose control. Inside the room, Xuan Qin dried himself and changed into clean undergarments. A moment later, the lamp flickered out, and he retired to bed.