Under the Bodhi Tree, Guanyin's Long Hair, a Gentleman's Revenge from Morning to Night

Beneath the Bodhi tree, Guanyin's long hair.

Perhaps because of the Universal Salvation Assembly, there were still quite a few worshippers in the temple even at dusk.

Especially beneath this Guanyin statue, where a great many people had gathered.

Shen Ying's father had told him that Shen Ying was here.

Now, he had seen the Bodhi tree and the Guanyin statue, yet he had not seen Shen Ying.

He circled around twice, but still did not see Shen Ying.

"Did she go eat?"

It was probably mealtime by now. Besides, what Shen Ying's father had said—"beneath the Bodhi tree, Guanyin's long hair"—was only a general indication that Shen Ying was somewhere inside Primordial Venerable Temple. She was not Guanyin, so naturally she would not remain beneath this Bodhi tree the entire time.

"Are you blind?"

All of a sudden, a faint voice drifted out.

Duan Yun looked toward the voice and immediately saw an aqua-green garment clinging to lofty curves.

He had just seen those curves. They were enormous, perhaps enough to contend with the pair of goddess constables, but his gaze quickly passed over them.

Because the person he was looking for now was Shen Ying—the flattest of flat chests. She had nothing whatsoever to do with big breasts.

And the technique he had just used happened to be the most efficient "Breast-Reading Woman-Identifying Art."

But that voice...

Duan Yun raised his head and saw that delicate, beautiful face.

Though he suffered from face blindness, he had remembered this face for a very long time.

Because this was the face he had seen when he opened that coffin that day.

The face that had made his heart race.

Even after so long, seeing that face again still made his heart pound. It was even worse than the first time.