Young Master Buddha

A Thousandfold Tribulation for Jade (1)

She once said his pale red lips were like "rose jelly" from the "Floating Duckweed Water Pavilion."

He tasted that flavor, soft and tender on his tongue, a rich floral aroma with a hint of tartness spreading in his mouth and sliding down his throat. He didn't see how his lips resembled "rose jelly," but he remembered her lips, her small tongue, her kiss...

He thought he had become somewhat possessed.

Possessed, to the point that even though he was far from her and had walked away, her image was constantly in his mind, unable to be dispelled. Her delicate face still smiled at him, her curved, beautiful eyes seemed to speak, saying such words—

You kissed me, and I kissed you back. It's only fair, isn't it!

How is that fair? He had to offer two tubes of hot blood, wiped and wiped, yet still difficult to stop, his whole body burning and swelling, as if his flesh would truly burst at any moment.

I'll take care of you, make sure you eat well and sleep soundly, okay?

Not only his body was hot and swollen, but his chest was too. A man who stood tall and proud, being asked so gently and considerately, could not possibly summon any skill. Shame on you, Bodhi Monk, you should be ashamed! Even if he truly had no skill, only pride, his arrogance would be destroyed in her hands.

Even if you truly destroy me, I will be willing...

Willing... she wanted him to be willing.

But what did he want?

"We of the 'Thirteen Routes of Northern Jiangsu' don't ask for much. We'll set a price, and the highest bidder wins. After all, the Jade family's 'Young Monk' was obtained by the brothers through life-and-death struggle. As their leader, I can't let my brothers go hungry, suffer, or be wronged! Don't you agree?"

The rough voice sounded like thunder, quite close to him. Although his eyes were bound by a black cloth and the back of his head ached as if it would split, Bodhi Monk could still feel the hot breath of the speaker on the air above his left ear.

Above his left ear... in that spot, she liked to wear a palm-sized golden foil red flower, unrestrained and simple. Her hair flowed like a spring, and apart from the red flower, there were no other ornaments.

Alas, no, no... his head was both dizzy and aching, the situation was dire, what was he thinking about?

Many people seemed to have arrived, their breaths, footsteps, and whispers overlapping, heavy and light, impossible to count.

His drifting consciousness stabilized slightly, with great effort. He tried to move his arms and realized his hands were bound behind his back, and his legs were also tied.

An unfamiliar, strong fragrance approached, and a woman's hand touched his handsome cheek.

His pale lips pressed tightly together, and he instinctively turned his face away, but his jaw was firmly grasped and forced back into place.

The thunderous rough voice boomed again—

"Tu Erniang, the bidding hasn't even started yet. Behave yourself and don't try to take advantage! It's not so easy to take advantage of the 'Thirteen Routes of Northern Jiangsu.' Think carefully!"

The woman was pushed aside and couldn't help but let out a soft hum, saying with a smile that was not a smile, "Pei Laosan, don't try that trick on me! If your Thirteen Routes' leader and second-in-command hadn't been captured alive while k********g someone a few months ago, and sent to prison by the Jade family and the officials, would you have the authority you have now? You can have people bid, but you must let the buyers inspect the goods carefully first, to ensure they are genuine and not counterfeit. Then it will be easier, won't it?"

As soon as Tu Erniang finished speaking, many voices seconded her—

"Yes! Yes! If you don't let us see, how can it be a sale?"

"Those pretty boys all look alike. If you just tie up any young master, who knows if the one lying on the ground is really the Jade family's 'Young Monk'?"

"It is said that the 'Young Monk' has a small red mole between his eyebrows, a face like Guanyin, and long eyes like willow branches. Pei Laosan, you've covered his eyes and hidden his features. How are we supposed to identify the real one from the fake?"

After a long period of noise and shouting, Pei Laosan suddenly roared, "Be quiet!"

The surroundings fell silent. Pei Laosan scanned the crowd, then walked back to the "goods" that were up for auction and, under everyone's watchful eyes, removed the black cloth.

The room was brightly lit. Bodhi Monk, whose eyes had been covered for several hours, found it difficult to adjust immediately. The heavy blow to the back of his head prevented him from focusing on what was near and far for a long time. He could only vaguely see countless shadows, tall, thin, short, fat, male and female, all surrounding him.

I'm leaving! Take care of yourself, be careful, don't let anyone steal you.

The first time she kidn*pped him, she saved him.

As she let him go, she smiled and spoke.

The second time she took him away, she was also saving him.

After parting at the "Floating Duckweed Water Pavilion," she personally rowed him out of the winding waterway. Before returning, she smiled wordlessly. Her phoenix eyes, like the shimmering light dancing on the water, made him feel a subtle sense of wistfulness.

And this time, he had been "stolen." Her "seven captures and seven releases" would probably not be completed.

A bitter smile. He thought he had laughed out loud, but all that escaped his lips was a broken groan.

Blinking, blinking deeply again, the outlines of the blurred shadows were still not clear enough. He could not discern the expressions on their faces, but he deeply felt the countless scrutinizing, focused gazes, as if he were a delicious bait on a hook, and wolves were growling and approaching.

"Bodhi Monk, Bodhi Monk... long eyes like willow, a red dot between the eyebrows, a face like Guanyin... Jade family's 'Young Monk'... blessed by gods and Buddhas, no longer an ordinary person. His flesh and blood are elixirs, capable of curing all illnesses..." someone among the onlookers murmured obsessively.

"It cures illness if you're sick, strengthens the body if you're not. Eating his flesh and blood can add sixty years to one's cultivation!"

"I don't want blood or flesh, I only wish for eternal youth and never to grow old!" Tu Erniang, who was closer, suddenly her eyes gleamed, and she lunged to grab him.

Things happened in an instant, and a single move set off a chain reaction. Seeing Tu Erniang make a move, how could the others hold back? They rushed forward, extending their arms to snatch the "goods," and swords and weapons were drawn.

He thought that on their home turf in Northern Jiangsu, they could still control the situation, no matter how chaotic it got. Pei Laosan, however, did not expect the riot to erupt so suddenly. Even the brothers of the Thirteen Routes turned on each other, drawing knives and pointing swords, all to get closer to the "Young Monk." No matter how loudly he, the leader, shouted, no one paid attention.

"Mine! It's mine! No one is allowed to snatch it! Ah—"

Someone screamed, and the falling body pressed against Bodhi Monk's legs. He gasped for breath, his heart suddenly chilling. He felt warm blood flowing from the person, soaking his shirt and underpants.

"Dare to snatch from me, you deserve to die nine times over!" someone kicked the body away.

A huge figure loomed over him. The man grabbed the rope around his ankle, and with his other hand holding a large saber, he slashed at anyone he saw, having already cut down more than ten people.

Bodhi Monk, with his hair disheveled, instinctively twisted his body, but he could not break free from the man's grasp. He was dragged for a distance, and amidst the clash of swords, drops of blood splattered on his already soiled blue robe.

"Scarface Bear! Leave the 'Young Monk'!" Tu Erniang reprimanded sharply. After dealing with two henchmen, she rushed over and blocked the path of the big, dark man.

"Leave him? Hehehehe, then you'll have to ask my saber if it allows it! If it agrees?"

Bodhi Monk was temporarily set aside. Scarface Bear spoke bravely, but he did not dare to underestimate Tu Erniang. He focused on fighting her, and for a time, they fought fiercely.

While some fought fiercely, others benefited. Seeing the "Young Monk" thrown into a corner, three individuals from unknown factions took the opportunity to approach. One of them cut the ropes on his legs, and the other two raised their eyebrows and asked, "Brother, why did you untie him?"

"Yes, it's better to keep him tied! Brother, let's take him away quickly?"

The leader reprimanded them, "Take him where? I don't even know where the main hall of the 'Thirteen Routes of Northern Jiangsu' is located! We all entered blindfolded just now, twisting and turning through more than ten turns. Without the guidance of the Thirteen Routes' men, can we get out right away?"

"Then, then... then what? Those people are killing wildly. Although this corner isn't conspicuous, we'll be discovered soon."

The leader's eyes widened, and his breath grew intense. "Guard me! Guard well!"

A strong, rough palm pressed against his waist. Bodhi Monk felt a coolness on his lower body. His underpants had been torn off. Although the restraints on his legs were loosened, someone was lifting his thigh high!

"Ah? You..." Swallowing, the two finally understood their leader's intention. "Can this work, Brother... we're all men, can you do it?"

"Even if the 'Young Monk' is blessed by gods and Buddhas, he must have a little asshole, right? What are you babbling about? Guard well! I'll go first, and we'll take turns. Your elder brother won't forget you!" Saying this, he spat on his palm.

"But only the person who takes his virginity can achieve eternal youth. After you're done with him, Brother, only you will get the benefits. What will we two get—"

"Nothing at all!" At this moment, Tu Erniang finally finished off her formidable opponent. She smiled sinisterly and pounced like the wind. With three swift slashes of her willow leaf saber, she eliminated the three of them.

A large amount of warm, thick liquid with a fishy smell splattered all over Bodhi Monk.

His consciousness suddenly sharpened, and his eyes widened. He still saw countless black shadows.

The black shadows darted and pounced, and his head began to hurt again. The intense pain made him unable to help but arch his body and retch.

"You are mine, after all, hehehe... Once we break through, I will be young forever, never to grow old! Tu Erniang monopolizing the 'Young Monk,' achieving eternal youth and never growing old!"

A strong fragrance was added to the smell of blood. Bodhi Monk vomited even more violently, his whole body felt cold, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back.

"Get away..." He managed to squeeze out a sound from his dry throat, hoarse and unpleasant.

"Get away..." He raised his legs to kick, flailing aimlessly, but someone used some method to press down on his legs.

He could no longer move.

"Handsome little brother, where are you going? Here?" Five fingers reached towards his crotch.

With a seductive laugh in her voice, he could not escape the intoxicating fragrance. His wrists, bound behind his back, were already bleeding from friction, and the rope seemed to be tightening, digging deep into his flesh. Suddenly, his whole body trembled, and his lower body was grasped by someone. That hand was like a wolf or a tiger... no! It was more savage than a wolf or a tiger, rubbing up and down with a force that made him tremble with pain.

"Ugh..." It hurts so much...

"Look, you're blushing! Can a Buddha blush? You haven't done this before, have you? Hehehehe... I have divine oil from Western merchants. It's perfect for anointing a 'Buddha,' isn't it? When everything is settled, sister will pamper you properly, making you feel heavenly and earthly, sending all the good things into my body, making me feel heavenly and earthly, and never growing old."

A moist, hot mouth covered his ear. He clenched his teeth, so tightly that he bit himself, and blood trickled from the corner of his lips.

What kind of situation was this?

Why must they force him, push him, and bully him like this?

He did not wish to be offered to the world, content with simplicity. Yet, these people clung to him, relentlessly, greedily pursuing so-called eternal youth...

Youth.

Immortality.

But without love in one's heart, life is lived in vain.

Life is lived in vain!