Menglongtan, Jiangxi, lived in Kyoto with his friend Zhu Xiaolian.

On this day, the two of them went out for fun and came to a temple. The temple was not very spacious, and the temple was not very spacious. There was not much incense in the temple, and there were few monks. There was only one old monk inside.

When the old monk saw a guest coming, he dressed up and came out to greet him. He led the two scholars around and pointed out the scenery. After a while, they came to a main hall.

The hall is clean and dust-free. In the center is a statue of the holy monk Baozhi, with lifelike murals painted on the walls on both sides.

The mural on the east side depicts goddesses with scattered flowers. They are graceful and beautiful. One of them is a young girl holding flowers and smiling, with twitching cherry lips and dazzling eyes. She is even more beautiful.

Zhu Sheng stared at it for a long time, and suddenly his mind was shaken and his thoughts were wandering. Suddenly, his body was as light as flying in the clouds and mist. Unknowingly, he had flown to the wall and penetrated into the painting.

Looking carefully, he saw that he was in a grand hall with many attics and solemnity. In the hall, an old monk sat on a futon and preached. There were many people listening. At a glance, he didn't know there were hundreds or thousands. Zhu Sheng was also mixed in.

Among the crowd, there is a lot of confusion.

After a while, I suddenly felt the corner of my clothes being gently pulled by someone. I turned around and saw a beautiful girl in front of me, smiling sweetly at me. It was none other than the girl holding flowers in the picture.

The young girl was still shy when talking, but suddenly she smiled softly, stepped forward, and walked away.

This smile only attracted Zhu Sheng's three souls and seven souls. Without thinking, he immediately chased after him. After passing through several corridors and winding railings, he gradually arrived in front of a small house. Although Zhu Sheng had evil thoughts in his heart, he did not dare to act rashly.

He stopped and hesitated, and for a moment he had no idea.

Seeing Zhu Sheng's hesitation, the girl held a flower between her fingertips and waved from a distance, meaning, "What are you waiting for? Come here quickly."

Zhu Sheng understood and was very happy. He followed the girl and walked into the house.

The room was clean, with a wooden bed, brocade quilt and soft pillow, which exuded a delicate fragrance from time to time. The girl walked to the bed and sat down, looking at Zhu Sheng, without saying a word, just smiling, her eyes were watery, and she was full of joy.

The beautiful woman was as beautiful as jade, but Zhu Sheng could only feel his body being burned by the flames. He was alone and alone, how could he be polite? He immediately took the woman into his arms, touched and scratched her in a wanton and frivolous way.

The young girl didn't resist either. The two of them went back and forth and spent an instant together in Wushan. They had a lot of sex and didn't know what night it was.

After everything was done, the girl told Zhu Sheng, "Stay here well, don't move around, and don't make any noise. I'll come see you in the evening." Then she closed the door, closed the window, and left.

That night, the girl came to the appointment again, and the two of them had a romantic relationship.

After two or three days, Riri was happy, and the matter was inevitably leaked. Many of the girl companions noticed it, and they all went to the house to search, and they just happened to catch Zhu Sheng.

When the love affair was revealed, Zhu Sheng looked embarrassed, and the girl was also shy.

The fairies joked: "Inadvertently, our good sister has changed from a girl to a young woman, and maybe she has children. Well, since my sister has become a wife, her hairstyle must also be changed."

After saying this, the female companions couldn't help but comb the girl's hair, insert hairpins, and put on earrings. The girl was at the mercy of her companions and did not dare to speak, but her face turned even redder.

After working for a while, a woman said: "Sisters, don't stand here and get in the way. This couple is newly married, so don't delay them from doing their business. Otherwise, someone will be angry." The girls laughed and dispersed.

After everyone left, Zhu Sheng saw that the girl had changed her hairstyle. The original hair was hanging down her shoulders, but now her hair was in a high bun, adding a bit of maturity and charm. He couldn't help but feel itchy. He looked around and there was no one around, and his lust began to overflow again. He reached out to untie the girl's belt.

Second time**.

While I was relaxing, I suddenly heard the sound of boots and clattering, and the clang of iron chains, followed by a commotion, interspersed with shouts and curses, and the noise kept ringing.

The girl was startled and went to the window with the scholar to peep out. She saw a messenger in golden armor with a face as black as paint, wearing a chain and holding a hammer. He was angry and surrounded by fairies, looking frightened.

The messenger shouted: "Is everyone here?"

The fairies replied, "We are all here."

The messenger said: "I haven't been here for a long time. Have you hidden any mortal men? You must tell them honestly to avoid asking for trouble."

All the girls said: "This is absolutely not the case."

The messenger didn't believe it and looked around, as if he wanted to get up and search. The girl was horrified, her face was ashen, and she quickly told Zhu Sheng to "hide under the bed." While talking, he walked to the window, opened it, and jumped out.

Zhu Sheng followed the instructions and hid under the bed, holding his breath and concentrating, not daring to move.

After a while, there was the sound of leather boots, and the envoy had already entered the house, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, searching randomly. Zhu Sheng was frightened and did not dare to breathe lightly. Fortunately, the envoy did not search carefully, and walked around in a hurry, and then left.

Zhu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, finally letting go of his hanging heart.

Listening carefully, the noise outside the house is still there, and the chatter is endless. Zhu Sheng has been under the bed for a long time, his knees are numb, cicadas are chirping in his ears, and his eyes are burning. He is very uncomfortable, but he dare not move, so he has to wait.

, waiting for the girl to return.

As time passed, Zhu Sheng felt dizzy and his memory was blurred. He completely forgot where he came from.

At that time, Meng Longtan was admiring the murals in the temple. In a blink of an eye, he didn't see his companions. He hurriedly asked the old monk, "Where did Brother Zhu go?"

The old monk smiled and said: "Zhu Tan is going to listen to the Dharma more and more."

Meng Longtan asked "Where can I listen to Buddhist teachings?"

The old monk smiled and said, "It's not far." As he spoke, he pointed to the wall and called out, "Almsgiver Zhu, why have you not come back after traveling for so long?" Before he finished speaking, a portrait of Zhu Sheng appeared on the wall. He listened intently, as if he heard something.

The old monk called again, "Come back quickly, my companions have been waiting for a long time."

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Sheng fell from the wall to the ground. He was in shock, his face was like a gaunt wood, and his appearance was very miserable.

Menglongtan was greatly frightened and asked why.

It turned out that Zhu Sheng was hiding under the bed when he suddenly heard the old monk calling with a thunderous voice. He hurriedly walked outside the door to listen. For some reason, he returned to the temple in the blink of an eye.

The old monk smiled silently and pointed at the mural. The direction of his fingertip happened to land on the girl. Zhu Sheng followed the monk's gesture and took a closer look. He was immediately horrified: the girl in the painting was originally a young boy, but now she has turned into a young woman with her hair tied up in a high bun.

, exactly the same as what I saw in the room. I couldn't help but be surprised and confused, and I knelt down on the ground and asked the old monk for help.

The old monk smiled and said: "Illusions are born from the heart, how can a poor man explain them!"
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