LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 23 - Body Offering! Buddhist Indoctrination!
Chapter 23: Body Offering! Buddhist Indoctrination!
“Impressive!”
Lu Jin’s face was filled with admiration. With a figure like this, none of the female devotees he had encountered so far could compare.
“My temper is a bit flared up right now.”
Reaching out, he gently touched the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s head and slowly pressed down.
Under the suppression of his Vajra power, all of her strength was weakened to its limit—less than one percent of her peak.
Faced with Lu Jin’s dominance, she had no choice but to reluctantly lower her head.
Thud!
A dull sound echoed. Lu Jin frowned, feeling as if he had been bitten by a mosquito.
In contrast, the Slit-Mouthed Woman let out a muffled groan, her teeth nearly shattered from the impact.
“In ancient times, there was the Bodhisattva of the Collarbone, who used desire to end desire, and lust to resolve lust,” Lu Jin intoned solemnly.
“Demoness, today this humble monk shall use you to aid my cultivation, to perform the deeds of a Bodhisattva, to offer the gift of flesh, and to accumulate immeasurable merit. Do not be ungrateful.”
“Obey, and there may yet be a day when you achieve Buddhahood.”
Lu Jin’s voice was firm.
Having fused with the power of the Vajra scepter, his body was now indestructible, and he feared no tricks from this demon.
However, if she refused to cooperate, it would indeed be a headache.
Thus, he reasoned with her, appealing to both logic and emotion.
“You vile monk, with your sweet words. Men are truly all the same,” the Slit-Mouthed Woman coughed, tilting her head back and sneering at Lu Jin.
This monk spoke so eloquently, but wasn’t he just coveting my beauty?
“Devotee, you misunderstand. This humble monk only wishes to guide you to Buddhahood,” Lu Jin replied, his expression unchanging.
“Having cultivated the Buddhist path since childhood, how could mere worldly pleasures ensnare me?”
Years of monastic life had honed his skill in maintaining a straight face, even when his words were less than sincere.
After all, without a thick skin, how could he persuade devout followers to join him in the study of Buddhism?
Hearing this, the Slit-Mouthed Woman’s gaze shifted.
I have never encountered someone so shameless, someone who could dress up base desires in such lofty terms.
And to think he is a monk!
“Alas, devotee, your misunderstanding runs deep. This humble monk will say no more,” Lu Jin sighed, seeing her still unenlightened.
A look of disappointment crossed his face.
If this demoness refused to awaken, to follow the path of the Bodhisattva and offer her flesh to accumulate merit and achieve self-liberation, then he would have no choice but to use his demon-subduing methods to forcibly guide her to salvation.
It was a pity, though, as it meant losing the opportunity for mutual exploration of Buddhist teachings.
Lu Jin slowly moved behind the Slit-Mouthed Woman, lifting her black dress to her waist.
The last vestige of her black gown fell away, revealing her unclothed form to Lu Jin’s gaze.
“Don’t look!” she cried, trying to cover herself, but her hands were bound by prayer beads, raised high above her head, leaving her powerless to resist.
“Magnificent,” Lu Jin murmured, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he took in the flawless figure before him.
Her black hair cascaded down, her pale skin glowing under the light.
Perhaps due to her nervousness, her body trembled slightly, adding to her allure.
From the side, her voluptuous curves were unmistakable, her full bosom and rounded hips contrasting sharply with her slender waist, creating an exaggerated yet mesmerizing silhouette.
The black dress, now hanging loosely around her waist, barely concealed her most intimate areas, each movement exuding temptation.
“Don’t look!” the Slit-Mouthed Woman pleaded, her voice trembling with a mix of shame and anger.
She struggled fiercely, but her efforts only accentuated the swaying of her ample curves.
Watching her skin flush with humiliation, Lu Jin felt a growing heat within him.
Though she was a demoness, her appearance was no different from that of a vulnerable young girl—perhaps even more enticing than he had imagined.
With a decisive motion, Lu Jin removed the final barrier.
Amidst her panicked and fearful cries, the Vajra scepter began its work of salvation and demon-subjugation.
At first, the Slit-Mouthed Woman resisted, but gradually, her struggles ceased.
As the physical act of salvation brought her unexpected pleasure, her mind entered a state akin to enlightenment.
The sensations transcended mere carnal desire, reaching a profound, soul-deep ecstasy.
Lu Jin, too, felt the shift within himself. The restless fire that had burned within him began to subside, replaced by a deep, fulfilling joy.
His spiritual power grew rapidly, and he closed his eyes, instinctively seeking greater pleasure and higher realms of understanding.
Images from his past flashed through his mind as he continued.
The Slit-Mouthed Woman, now lost in a daze, was forced into various positions. Though she initially resisted, the waves of increasing pleasure shattered her defenses, reducing her to a mere vessel of submission.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as their movements became mechanical, their positions shifting until they faced each other, mirroring the poses of the joyful Buddhas depicted on the Vajra scepter.
With a final tremor, the Vajra completed its infusion of Buddhist wisdom.
Lu Jin slowly opened his eyes, a flicker of satisfaction in his gaze.
In that short span of time, his spiritual power had grown by a hair’s breadth—equivalent to several days of rigorous cultivation.
And the Vajra scepter* remained as unyielding as ever, showing no signs of wear from the intense battle.
[*I think we all know what is this Vajra Scepter. Amitabah!]