The Shy Heart of a Young Girl

Onion Lady curled up into a small ball, letting Jiudeng poke her forcefully, not daring to resist at all—onion girls under the eaves had no choice but to bow their heads.

But there's a saying, "Don't underestimate a novice like her. One day, when she's mastered her skills, she'll avenge herself a hundredfold." Her goal is to one day pin Abbess Jiudeng to the ground and give her a good slap. How despicable!

So Onion Lady started fantasizing in her mind about trampling Jiudeng under her feet, while she herself let out a three-part coquettish laugh like a queen.

As she pondered, her Ah Q mentality successfully triumphed over reality. No matter how much Jiudeng provoked her, she became indifferent.

After poking Onion Lady hard for a while, Miss Jiudeng took out the little notebook and drew a horizontal line on it.

1: Cook a dish and watch him eat it bite by bite. (Underlined)

2: Accompany him on a small but significant risk. (Underlined)

3: Save him once. (Underlined)

4: Read many books together. (Underlined)

5:...

Fifthly, it was originally a string of characters concealed by magic.

After the fourth dot is crossed out of the Jiudeng, the characters at the fifth dot are reassembled.

5: Dance for him amidst a sea of flowers amidst verdant mountains and clear waters.

Dance?

The Miss Jiudeng turned pale instantly. She had never learned to dance before. If she were to actually dance, was she supposed to perform a set of martial arts moves?

Moreover, why choose a place amidst beautiful green hills and clear waters, surrounded by a sea of flowers?

So... what the hell was I thinking before I became a monk?!

Cooking and reading are one thing, but to also go on adventures and have a beautiful woman rescue a hero... what kind of ridiculous wishes are these?

With great difficulty, she finally completed the four options: cooking (meat soup), accompanying on an adventure (venturing deep into the jungle to find two Zhuge), rescuing a hero, and reading with him.

Now, faced with the fifth option, she felt utterly powerless!

Dancing and stuff like that, the current Jiudeng really can't do it.

If time could be reversed, she would definitely go back and hold down her pre-monastic self, tearing up this little notebook, "Things Jiudeng Wants to Do"—yes, this "Things Jiudeng Wants to Do" was Miss Jiudeng silently wrote down before she shaved her head and was taken to Heavenly Dragon Temple for training, representing the purest wishes of a 'young girl'.

This is a young girl's purest and most innocent wish. As the saying goes, a young girl's heart is always poetic, full of fantasies about the future, and always looking forward to the appearance of someone who can cherish her.

As for why the notebook was titled "The Things Jiudeng Wants to Do", it's because Jiudeng was her former secular Buddhist name.

Before she shaved her head and became a nun, she was a lay disciple of Heavenly Dragon Temple.

Okay... thinking about it carefully, this wish seems to be a fantasy I had when I was a teenager and saw a sea of flowers during a spring outing, right?

"If I'm going to dance, what should I dance?" The Miss Jiudeng was extremely worried.

Then, she suddenly saw Onion Lady swaying in the wind on the Enlightenment Stone.

Oh... speaking of which, when she met this Onion Demon, didn't it perform a very beautiful, irresistible dance? What was that dance again?

Oh no, no, no, we absolutely can't dance that. Otherwise, people will die.

So, what kind of dance is good?

The Miss Jiudeng tapped her pen on the notebook.

Before her, Song Shuhang was engrossed in reading Buddhist scriptures—he loved reading, no matter what kind of books they were.

Moreover, no matter how boring a book is, as long as it's a genre he hasn't read before, he can hold the book and read it all day long.

Time flies, and while reading, Song Shuhang's body, which had shrunk due to the One-Inch Finger Snake, had returned to its original state without him even realizing it.

Perhaps it's a habit I developed while squatting around in book rental stores, trying to find books to read.

Song Shuhang, who was originally sitting among the piles of Buddhist scriptures reading, had somehow moved to a corner and was now squatting down, quietly reading.

The Miss Jiudeng found it amusing to see Song Shuhang crouching in the corner, sneaking around like that.

In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang had read more than twenty Buddhist scriptures. He stretched, put down a scroll of scriptures in his hand, and had an expression of enjoyment on his face.

"Song Shuhang." Just then, as he put down his book, the Miss Jiudeng asked, "Do you have a favorite dance?"

"Dance?" Song Shuhang looked at Jiudeng with a puzzled expression, wondering why she suddenly asked this question. However, he thought about it seriously for a moment and replied, "I'm not really sure. I don't have much appreciation for dance. But as long as it's good-looking, I think I'll like watching it. I quite enjoy the dance performances at any kind of gala every year."

Upon hearing this answer, the Miss Jiudeng rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on.

Song Shuhang's kind of jack-of-all-trades answers are the most troublesome.

It's like asking someone, "What do you want to eat for breakfast?"

Answer: Whatever.

It sounds like anything can be eaten, but it's a headache for the person making breakfast.

What exactly do you want to make? Rice cakes? Rice noodles? Buns? Dumplings? If it's rice noodles, should it be boiled or stir-fried? There are so many choices!

After sighing, Miss Jiudeng smiled and said, "Shuhang, are you tired of reading? Why don't you go out for a walk?"

"Okay." Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes habitually.

But in fact, ever since his Eye Aperture opened, with the constant circulation of Blood Qi within Eye Aperture, his eyes have rarely experienced eye fatigue.

The Miss Jiudeng placed the Enlightenment Stone on the table and then carved several simple formations around it to envelop the Enlightenment Stone and prevent the Onion Lady on it from escaping.

She'll go out dancing in a bit, but she definitely doesn't want Onion Lady to see her.

In fact, Onion Lady was unable to break free from the Enlightenment Stone; she even lost the ability to transform into human form. She was now just a conscious little onion with a mouth.

The Miss Jiudeng led Song Shuhang away from the temple. The scenery outside was beautiful, with green mountains and clear waters, but it lacked a sea of flowers.

But it doesn't matter. A sea of flowers is a piece of cake for a cultivator with powerful cultivation.

With a flick of her finger, the Miss Jiudeng summoned a butterfly-like spirit beast from afar. The beast fluttered around her, appearing quite intimate with her.

"Song Shuhang, would you like to see a sea of flowers?" Miss Jiudeng suddenly asked.

"A sea of flowers?" Although Song Shuhang didn't know why Jiudeng suddenly brought up a sea of flowers, he still nodded.

With a gentle flick of her finger, the Miss Jiudeng infused the Spirit Butterfly with spiritual power.

After receiving a large amount of spiritual power, the Spirit Butterfly began to dance gracefully on a lawn in front of Song Shuhang and Jiudeng.

This is the Spirit Butterfly Dance. Although there is only one Spirit Butterfly, it leaves behind a series of afterimages as it flies at an extremely fast speed. Moreover, as the dust on the butterfly falls, it transforms into phantom clones of the Spirit Butterfly.

In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang saw a beautiful scene of thousands of Spirit Butterfly fluttering about, making him feel as if he were in Butterfly Valley.

Such a beautiful scene can be captured with a mobile phone and made into a stunning wallpaper without any Photoshop enhancement.

Ten breaths later, the illusory clones of the Spirit Butterfly disappeared, and the Spirit Butterfly flapped its wings and returned to the side of the Miss Jiudeng.

The Miss Jiudeng stretched out her finger, and the Spirit Butterfly landed on her fingertip.

"Whoosh!" Jiudeng gently blew a breath towards the Spirit Butterfly, a breath as gentle as a spring breeze.

The next moment, many plant shoots sprouted from the lawn. These plants were the roots and stems of many flowers, and the seeds were scattered by the Spirit Butterfly, who then used their spiritual power to bring them to life.

In the blink of an eye, the lawn had transformed into a beautiful sea of flowers, a riot of colors, a dazzling display of beauty.

"Beautiful." Song Shuhang exclaimed. It was a vast sea of flowers, with all kinds of flowers, none of them the same, and most of them were varieties that Song Shuhang had never seen before.

Just as Song Shuhang was captivated by the beautiful scenery of the sea of flowers before him, Jiudeng took a deep breath beside him.

Then, she stiffly stepped into the sea of flowers.

"??" Song Shuhang looked at the stiff-looking Miss Jiudeng with a puzzled expression.

Amidst the blooming flowers, the Miss Jiudeng's gleaming head reflected light from every angle, and she wore a grey monk's robe.

Then, Jiudeng entered the sea of flowers, raised her index and middle fingers to make rabbit ears, and started waving them in the flower field.

"????" Song Shuhang's doubts grew even stronger.

He felt that ever since he met the Miss Jiudeng, her unconventional and boundless way of thinking made it impossible for him to keep up with her train of thought, no matter how hard he tried.

What is she trying to do now? Is she hopping like a rabbit? But why is she hopping like a rabbit in front of me? Is there some deeper meaning behind it?

Or perhaps, is this just a hobby of hers?

So, should I clap along with her?

But then again, Miss Jiudeng dressed as a rabbit surprisingly kind of cute?

Just as Song Shuhang was pondering, the Miss Jiudeng suddenly started dancing wildly in the sea of flowers, as if she had gone mad. Due to her powerful strength, even a casual wave of her hand sent the flowers flying. Then, as her body continued to dance, the petals spun around her.

For a moment, the Miss Jiudeng really did resemble a flower ＠＃％×Fairy —unfortunately, a crazy version of a flower ＠＃％×Fairy.

After dancing for half a day, the Miss Jiudeng seemed to be tired and finally stopped to rest.

At this moment, the once beautiful sea of flowers now looks like a hairstyle done by a terrible barber, with bald patches in some places and bald patches in others.

When the Miss Jiudeng returned, Song Shuhang clapped against his will.

"Feels good, doesn't it!" Miss Jiudeng laughed heartily.

"Very...good!" Song Shuhang said with all his might.

"That's good." The Miss Jiudeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief—she had abandoned all shame and made her mind a Blank.

By the end, she herself didn't know what she was doing.

Fortunately, Song Shuhang said 'very good'.

Whether he was sincere or not, anyway... she received the comment, and her fifth wish was fulfilled.

"I've rested enough, let's go back." The Miss Jiudeng staggered back to the temple.

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