The monk had delicate features, and an unnatural flush spread across his cheeks. As Jiang Cheng looked at that familiar face, his terrible premonition finally came true.
Huiqing...
It really was Monk Huiqing!
At the sight of Huiqing's pretty face, the monks laughed even more brazenly. Monk Huiming shoved Huiqing hard to the ground. He fell right beside Huicong. "Junior Brother Huicong, don't say we don't look after you. This time, we'll let you and Junior Brother Huiqing cultivate merit first. You'd better be quick about it. Your senior brothers are waiting!"
At Monk Huiming's words, the surrounding monks burst into laughter. Monk Huicong curled up in terror, not daring to lift his head. Crying, he shook it desperately. "I won't do it. I won't..."
But the next moment, the spirited woman's brow furrowed. Huiqing crawled toward Monk Huicong on his hands and feet, then took Huicong's hand and placed it on his own body.
At the sight of this, the other monks could no longer suppress their burning lust. They began closing in on the remaining slender figures.
Moans and the creaking of tables and chairs filled the solemn Hall of Merit. The whole sordid scene unfolded in plain sight, too vile to look at.
The spirited woman clenched her teeth. Everything before her was fraying her already taut nerves. Suddenly, there was another sound from the passage hidden behind the bookshelves. Several figures crouched low as they crawled out of the opening.
"Amitabha. Seeing my junior brothers so diligently cultivating merit fills my heart with joy!"
The newcomer wore a spotless kasaya and stood with his palms together before him. A strange smile hung on his dark face. Who else could it be but Monk Huide?
After his bout, Monk Huiming shoved the person beneath him aside and