Half an hour later.

casually treated Zhu Liu, who was slightly twitching because of pain on the ground, and looked at the dozen bright red feathers in her hand, the woman's charming big eyes narrowed with satisfaction:

"Well, that's pretty much enough."

Looking down at Zhu Liu, who had tears in the corners of her eyes even in a coma, the woman coughed lightly in embarrassment.

Hmm, it looks like he's about to pluck out this little guy's tail feathers...

It still hurts to watch......

"Forget it. As compensation......"

After struggling for a while, the woman took a few mustard seed bags she had just gotten in her hands, and looked at them reluctantly for a long time:

"Here you go~"

Leaning down, the woman stuffed the mustard seed bag that she had erased the imprint of her divine consciousness into Zhu Liu's ......

Chest.

"Hmm."

The prank was successful, and the woman's delicate eyebrows were laughed into a crescent moon:

Pleasure~

……

"Alright."

Looking at Zhu Liu, who was gradually showing signs of awakening, the woman who had laughed enough clapped her hands lightly, and turned Zhu Liu into a robe with protection:

"I'll send you away."

……

……

Standing in front of the spatial passage she had opened, looking at the pitch-black void in front of her, the smile on the woman's face gradually converged.

"Lingguang, ......"

An inexplicable sigh echoed in the space of renewed silence.

"Little one, time is running out for you......"

———————— dividing line——————

……

Outside the Flowing Fire City, Pranya Nunnery.

The temple is a small nunnery located on a small hill next to a small mundane village where several small Taoist aunts live.

Despite its imposing name and long history, there is no profound Buddhist tradition in Pranyaan, and the worldly incense is not vigorous. Throughout the year, perhaps the grandest scene in the temple is when a few idle young people who want to peek at the little nuns are beaten out by the brooms of the nuns.

——Half-dead, "unfazed", this is also the norm of most Buddhist temples and temples in the territory of the Gouchen Immortal Dynasty.

But on this day, this small nunnery, which is as calm as a pool of stagnant water, ushered in an uninvited guest.

In the small Pranya Nunnery, in the firewood room in the backyard, a figure in a red robe is lying quietly...

on the pyre.

"It's so uncomfortable......"

Blinking hard, the scene in front of him gradually became clear, and Zhu Liu gradually woke up from the stupor inflicted by others.

"Shhhh

Although the woman had already relieved her pain, Zhu Liu, who was unprepared, was still startled by the sudden residual pain.

"My tail feathers ......!!"

didn't bother to check where he was, Zhu Liu, who wanted to cry without tears, just stared at his true body with his divine sense:

Someone actually took away a dozen of them?!

"It's almost bald......"

You know, even my wife only gave three of them...

I knew that this would be the case, so I might as well give my wife a few more......

"Huh? Wait a minute? ”

Feeling something strange on his chest, Zhu Liu stretched out his hand to his chest with a dark face, gently groping for something.

…… Then he pulled out a few bags of mustard seeds from the ravine in his chest.

"Bastard!"

staring at the mustard seed bag in his hand with fire-blowing eyes, Zhu Liu, who really couldn't hold back, scolded angrily;

You still stuff things in your chest?!

Does this bastard think she's a prostitute?!

"I ...... Not! ”

Before he was about to say something, Zhu Liu's face suddenly turned pale, and the slight blood that had been pouring up his cheeks because of excitement instantly faded:

"This damn it... The demon of the heart eats ......"

……

A quarter of an hour later.

The spiritual power surged, and Zhu Liu suppressed the power of the demon with all his might.

"Whew-huh-"

Gasping softly, a slight look of doubt appeared on Zhu Liu's pale face:

Is it a delusion?

I always feel that this time the backlash seems to have been reduced a lot......

Maybe it's that guy...... Do it, right?

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Zhu Liu still made a correct guess in his heart.

Shaking his head, Zhu Liu temporarily suppressed all kinds of thoughts in his heart. Regardless of anything else, judging from the ability of this hand to teleport over long distances, the woman's realm is probably above the realm of the gods;

With their current strength......

Nothing can be done.

"Tsk."

Zhu Liu shook his head unhappily.

Again... Damn powerlessness.

After cleaning up the blood stains on his face, Zhu Liu pulled his long scattered hair and jumped off the pyre as lightly as a spirit deer.

"This is ......"

Releasing his divine sense, Zhu Liu looked at this small Pranya Nunnery suspiciously:

“… Nunnery? ”

"I didn't expect that there would be a Buddhist temple in Gouchen......

Muttering softly, Zhu Liu continued to scan the surroundings with his divine sense.

"Huh? This is......? ”

Suddenly, Zhu Liu's divine sense focused on an inconspicuous deserted hall.

……

A moment later.

Standing in front of this almost abandoned stone hall, Zhu Liu silently stared at the lifelike ancient stone carvings in front of him:

In her field of vision, dozens of stone statues of women with human bodies and snake tails densely covered the stone walls on both sides of the small hall.

"Celestial Dragons......?"

Stretching out his hand and gently touching the large piece of graceful Naga stone carvings in front of him, Zhu Liu whispered to himself with some doubts.

But it's not like that.

In my memory, the dragons in Buddhism are not like this...

Charming and enchanting.

Ahem.

"This central ......"

Turning his gaze, Zhu Liu looked up at the empty stone seat in the center of the hall:

It is clear that a rather tall and majestic statue of the god was once enshrined there. On the ground in front of the statue, there are still faint traces of smoke and fire, which can vaguely remind people of the scene of the peak of incense.

— but only once.

Looking at the statue that had been completely smashed and could not be identified, Zhu Liuhong, who was standing in place, pursed his lips slightly, thoughtfully.

A quarter of an hour later.

A streamer of light swept through the sky above the temple, galloping in the direction of Flowing Fire City. An uninvited guest quietly left the small nunnery.

— even though no one knows.

Like a pool of rippling stagnant water, Pranyan regained its somewhat lifeless calm.