After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

Chapter 172 The Lustful Monk

The mattress was extremely soft, and she felt as if she was about to be buried in the blanket. She couldn't help but let out a cry of "Aiya", which made the man chuckle and cover her with it.

The moonlight shone in through a gap in the window frame, shining on the man's back, outlining the lines of his muscular body perfectly. However, Yu Qingli suddenly saw the bald head that was still shining in the hazy moonlight, and finally gasped and cried out "Ah"!

"Ah--" A scream resounded through the sky, and the monk was not slow. He exerted force with his fingers, and with a "swish" sound, the clothes on Yu Qingli's shoulders were torn.

Yu Qingli was also struggling for her life, and she didn't know where she got the strength from, but she kicked the monk somewhere.

With a sharp clang, Yu Qingli's foot actually kicked the monk, but it made a sound of metal. The pain in the tip of the toe suddenly came like a wave. Yu Qingli gasped in pain, feeling that he had kicked on an iron plate!

What was even worse was that when the pain eased slightly, Yu Qingli realized that somewhere she had kicked was hot and terribly hard. She didn't dare to lower her head, and she didn't even dare to think about the current condition of that place.

The monk seemed extremely pleased with himself and laughed softly again, "How can you have a child if you don't behave yourself?"

Yu Qingli's mind was confused for a moment, and she finally understood why this temple was effective in praying for children, and why couples praying for children had to stay in the temple for one night.

Suddenly, Yu Qingli felt her heart churning and she began to vomit.

The monk smiled softly and gently began to take off Yu Qingli's clothes.

Yu Qingli was horrified and quickly collected her thoughts. She took advantage of the opportunity to get under the monk's armpit. However, the monk was very quick. Without seeing him move, he just turned his hand slightly and grabbed the back of Yu Qingli's collar again.

At the same time, Murong Yanhui was wandering around the garden anxiously. He seemed to have heard Yu Qingli's exclamation just now, but now there was no sound.

Murong Yanhui's right eyelid kept twitching, and his heart became inexplicably irritated. He couldn't find a way out, so he punched a rock in anger. Who would have thought that the rock suddenly creaked for a while, and then a road appeared in the darkness ahead.

Murong Yanhui didn't have time to think about it, he bowed and ran in.

Yu Qingli grabbed her clothes tightly and said angrily, "I'm not here to pray for a child!"

The monk laughed and said, "Why are you still shy? Since you've come here to pray for a child, your marriage has already been consummated. Don't worry, I will definitely treat you better than your husband did."

Shameless!

Yu Qingli couldn't help cursing in her heart, while struggling desperately. Her right hand was groping around the window, and suddenly she touched something. She didn't care what it was, she swung it and hit the monk's head.

The monk seemed to have finally lost his patience. He stretched out his hand to block Yu Qingli's hand, then flicked his right hand lightly. Yu Qingli felt a pain in the palm of his hand, and the thing in his hand flew out and slammed the door of the wing room with a bang.

"Behave yourself, my patience is limited!" The monk warned with a little anger. Yu Qingli thought sadly that she was really unlucky tonight.

Between escaping to attend Yu Zhengsha's family dinner and losing her chastity, Yu Qingli decisively chose the latter. She gritted her teeth and wanted to scream again, but the monk stretched out his finger and pressed Yu Qingli's mute point.

Yu Qingli suddenly lost all hope. She looked at the monk's face getting bigger and bigger in front of her, and his hot breath was spraying on her face. A line of tears slid down her cheek, and she closed her eyes in despair.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang" and the Zen door in the wing room was kicked away by Murong Yanhui.

Under the moonlight, smoke and dust rose up, floating in the air like mayflies.

The clear moonlight illuminated everything in the room in great detail. Murong Yanhui effortlessly saw Yu Qingli being pinned down by a naked monk.

All of a sudden, it was as if a volcano erupted in his heart. Murong Yanhui felt his head buzzing and he lost all ability to think.

His body moved before his thoughts. He rushed to the bed in two steps and reached out to grab the monk's back.

The monk's kung fu was also quite good. It was as if he had eyes behind him. He jumped up and easily avoided Murong Yanhui's attack.

Murong Yan glanced back at Yu Qingli lying on the bed, waved his hand, took off his clothes and wrapped Yu Qingli up. Seeing that Yu Qingli was crying without saying a word, he frowned, carried Yu Qingli on his back, and looked at the monk with murderous intent.

"Shameless!" Murong Yanhui cursed angrily and raised his hand to attack the monk.

The monk, perhaps encountering such a situation for the first time, could not help but curse, "If you are not sincere in your prayer for a child, the Buddha will not bless you!"

Murong Yanhui now knew how the Yuezhao Temple, which was known for its efficacy, taught scriptures and helped couples who were eager to have children to have children. She could no longer suppress the anger in her heart.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and he was still very agile while carrying Yu Qingli on his back, and he fought the monk on equal terms.

Seeing that Murong Yanhui was difficult to deal with, the monk fired a feint and tried to run away. Murong Yanhui was not willing to let him escape. He pointed his toes and the shiny copper candlestick on the ground flew out.

With a clang, the monk cried out "Ouch" and his body rose and fell like a roc, then disappeared under the moonlight in just a few ups and downs. However, this fight eventually attracted everyone's attention.

The accompanying guards immediately surrounded the wing where they were. Murong Cheng frowned, put down his wine glass, and ordered in a cold voice: "What's going on? Go and take a look."

As soon as Murong Cheng gave the order, a guard came running over. "Your Highnesses, His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan is fighting with someone in the front yard."

"Fighting with others? Can he fight with others in this Zen room?" Murong Feng laughed slightly drunkenly.

Murong Cheng frowned and asked, "Who is it?"

The guard hesitated for a moment before saying, "It seems... he's a monk."

Murong Feng's smile widened, and it seemed as if he was gloating over someone else's misfortune. "Little uncle, you won't let go of this peaceful Buddhist place?"

Murong Cheng was not as relaxed as Murong Feng. He thought for a moment and then led his men towards the front yard. The abbot was also led out. He glanced at the two of them with a slightly pale face and said, "Dear guests, please stay in the meditation room for a while. I will go and take a look and then return. Perhaps it is just a misunderstanding."

Murong Cheng said, "Don't be polite, Abbot. Let's go and take a look together. The young uncle is always so unruly. I'm not sure you can handle him."

Murong Feng, who was standing by, also stopped smiling when he heard this. Thinking that if something really happened, he would be implicated, he could not help but say to Murong Cheng, "Your Highness, please rest in the meditation room. I'll go and take a look."

Murong Cheng was still worried. He knew the character of the young emperor's uncle. Although he was a bit reckless, he would not fight with others without reason. Moreover, there was Tang Yi who came from afar in the temple. He said coldly, "I will go with my brother!"

As he spoke, he ignored Murong Feng beside him and hurriedly followed the sound.

Seeing this, the abbot didn't dare to say anything and could only follow Murong Cheng and others. Tang Yi naturally followed as well.

Murong Yan hugged Yu Qingli and sat on the doorstep. There was still anger on his face, but his eyes were so gentle that it seemed as if water could drip out.

Water vapor rose from the mountains, and the surrounding area was suddenly shrouded in a layer of thin smoke. In the smoke, Yu Qingli's face became paler and paler.

She no longer cried, but just closed her eyes tightly, like a cloud about to float away, weak and light.

Murong Yanhui suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and his fingers gently fell on Yu Qingli's cheek, gently stroking her forehead, her eyelashes, her small nose, and lips as pale as cicada wings. Although there was a layer of disguise, Murong Yanhui still felt that Yu Qingli was so fragile, burning every one of his fingers.

Murong Yanhui's heart was surging with excitement, but his appearance remained unmoved. Only he knew that the immovable appearance was all an illusion, like a reef that had been eroded for thousands of years. Although the appearance was solid and firm, the inside was already riddled with holes.

At this moment, his heart was in so much pain that he couldn't describe it in words. He even regretted why he had to tie Yu Qingli up, and hated himself for not letting Yu Qingli go away. Perhaps if Yu Qingli had left in the afternoon, he wouldn't have encountered these unbearable things.

Murong Yanhui was filled with regret. He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against Yu Qingli's. "Lili, I'm sorry."

Tears welled up in Yu Qingli's tightly closed eyes again, but she was glad in her heart that Murong Yan would come back tonight. Although she had experienced a shock, she was still intact after all.

"What's going on?" Murong Cheng looked at the two people sitting together on the doorstep, and saw Murong Yan hugging Yu Qingli who was wearing his coat, with a hint of surprise between his eyebrows.

Murong Yan turned back to glance at the abbot and sneered, "What's going on? I'd like to ask the abbot how you are spreading the sutras and giving birth to children!"

Murong Yanhui spoke with gritted teeth, and the abbot felt a chill in his heart.

Murong Cheng was completely puzzled and looked at Murong Yanhui in confusion. However, Murong Feng on the side seemed to suddenly understand and his face became serious for once.

Murong Yanhui sneered, picked up Yu Qingli and kicked open the doors of all the rooms. Immediately, screams rang out, and countless naked monks ran out, while the women screamed and covered their heads with the quilts to hide.

The facts are there, so why bother saying more?

Tang Yi's eyes flickered slightly beneath his mask, and he said sarcastically, "How can such a pure place as Buddhism harbor such filth? Are all monasteries in your country so filthy?"

Everyone was speechless and felt humiliated. Murong Cheng exuded a chill all over his body, as creepy as a thousand-year-old ice sculpture.

Upon hearing this, Murong Feng felt embarrassed and immediately ordered his guards to use his badge to call for the soldiers guarding the nine gates of the city to surround Yuezhao Temple.

After a while, a guard came to report, "All monks have been arrested. Eight couples have also been detained."

Murong Feng nodded and looked at Murong Cheng, but Murong Cheng just had a cold face and didn't say anything.

Seeing this, Murong Feng had no choice but to say, "Detain them all pending trial!"

"Why continue the interrogation? Just drag him out and behead him!" Murong Yan replied angrily.

Murong Feng was a little embarrassed, but Murong Cheng said, "Prince Yan, today's events are all due to my poor arrangements. However, today's events are of great importance. Such evil deeds have occurred under the feet of the emperor. I will report it to my father and he will punish them severely!"

Murong Yanhui snorted coldly and didn't say anything else.

The mountain wind was howling, and for a moment no one spoke, except for the cries of injustice coming from all around at the foot of the mountain.

Tang Yi was quite dissatisfied and said, "What a bummer! I thought staying overnight at Yuezhao Temple would be an elegant event, but I never expected it to cause such trouble."

Murong Feng suddenly remembered that he had received news that Murong Cheng often went to Jinghong Music House to meet Liu Jinghong. His eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.