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Chapter 253: All show and no substance

It was not until late at night that the little monk could return to his bedroom to rest.

He lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

The small peach petal was lying quietly on the pillow, as if it was sleeping in the same bed with him.

When he woke up the next morning, the little monk found the peach petal.

The originally delicate petals have withered and become dry.

The little monk held the petal and looked at it again and again. Instead of throwing it away, he carefully put it into a Buddhist scripture.

Every day after that, the little monk would still water the peach tree as before, fetch water, chop wood, cook, and listen to his master explaining scriptures. Every morning when he woke up, he would find a small petal beside him.

He carefully collected all the petals.

This was repeated for many days and nights.

The little monk grew up gradually. His originally thin body became tall and straight. His face lost its youthful childishness and became more handsome and beautiful.

After the old monk passed away, the young monk inherited the temple and became the new abbot.

He followed his master's example and took in a young monk as his apprentice. The young monk took care of the temple's affairs, and he finally didn't have to fetch water or chop firewood every day. He only had to stay in the temple and practice meditation every day.

The Peach Blossom Fairy waited for several days but never saw the person she longed for.

That night, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and transformed herself into a human and came to the temple.

When Yang Rongrong came to her senses, she found herself standing in the courtyard with the closed door of the Zen room in front of her.

The bright moon hangs high in the night sky, casting silver frost on the ground.

She looked down at what she was wearing, a pink and white skirt, and could faintly smell the scent of peach blossoms.

When I looked up again, I found a few lines of text appearing in the air——

"The Peach Blossom Fairy used to think that as long as she could see the monk every day, she would be happy even if they didn't say a word. But in recent days, the monk suddenly stopped showing up. She felt uneasy and was afraid that she would never see the monk again. So she came to the temple in person to express her feelings to the monk."

The text disappeared after a moment.

Yang Rongrong felt her legs moving forward uncontrollably as she stepped onto the stairs and arrived at the door of the Zen room.

Then she raised her hand and knocked on the door.

Yang Rongrong was shocked. She had no intention of knocking on the door, but her body was completely out of control.

A clear male voice was heard from the Zen room.

"Come in."

A force pushed Yang Rongrong to open the door, step over the threshold and walk in.

At this moment, she felt like her game character was being managed by the system. Although she was conscious, her body was not under her control.

In the small meditation room, a young and handsome monk was sitting cross-legged on the couch. He was wearing a loose dark monk robe and looking down at the Buddhist scriptures in his hands.

He thought it was his apprentice who came in, so he asked without even looking up, "What's the matter so late?"

Yang Rongrong guessed that she should have entered the story and become the heroine, Peach Blossom Demon.

And the handsome monk in front of her should be the male protagonist of the story.

Those words floating in the air are the plot of the story, and as the heroine, she must completely follow the arrangement of the plot. Even if Yang Rongrong is unwilling, her body will do as the plot requires.

Just like at this moment, she clearly didn't want to talk at all, but her mouth opened and closed uncontrollably, making sweet sounds.

"Why didn't you come to water the peach trees these days?" The tone was too soft and didn't sound like something Yang Rongrong would say at all.

She subconsciously wanted to frown, but her facial expression was out of her control. Her face was flushed, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of anxiety and shyness.

Hearing a woman's voice, the monk immediately raised his head.

When he saw the girl in pink skirt in front of him, his eyes widened slightly, and he quickly put down the scripture, stood up, and asked: "Who is the girl? Why are you here?"

The peach blossom demon said shyly: "My name is Su Wen, and I am a peach blossom demon."

After a pause, she added in a low voice: "It's the peach tree you water every day."

The monk was stunned.

He never expected that the peach tree he watered every day would turn into a pretty girl.

After a long while, he finally said, "What are you doing here?"

The peach blossom demon fiddled with her skirt nervously and said in a trembling voice, "I haven't seen you come to water the plants these days. I'm very worried about you, so I came to see you. I also want to tell you that I... I admire you very much. I want to stay by your side forever. Please don't dislike me."

After she finished speaking, her face was already red and she was extremely shy.

It was the first time that someone confessed to the monk, and the other party was a pretty and lovely girl. His face turned red, and he was so flustered that he didn't know where to put his hands.

He turned sideways to avoid the girl's burning gaze and said quickly, "No, no, I am a monk and must abide by the rules and regulations. Please give up the thought and leave quickly, Miss Su Wen."

Yang Rongrong thought it was just right to refuse, so she could just walk away.

Unexpectedly, the next moment she saw new words appearing in the air -

"Although she was rejected by the monk, Su Wen could see that the monk was not completely without feelings for her. He just had to push her away because of his status. Su Wen didn't want to give up. She wanted the monk to face his true feelings. So she took off her clothes, took the initiative to hug his neck, and pressed her warm lips against his cheek. The monk's heart beat like a drum, and his blood boiled. Finally, he couldn't suppress the desire in his heart and hugged her back tightly."

What follows is a long, in-depth description that would not pass muster.

Yang Rongrong: “…”

If she were a simple reader, she would definitely howl with excitement after seeing this text.

But now, she is the heroine.

Not only did she not feel excited, but she even wanted to curse.

I didn't expect that Mr. Yu, who looks so righteous, actually likes this kind of pornographic text.

It really is all show and no substance!

Yang Rongrong sneered secretly. He wanted her to be the heroine of a pornographic novel? That also depends on whether he has the ability to do so!
As soon as she thought about it, a jade-colored brush appeared in her hand.

That was her life-saving magic weapon, the Xuanji Pen.

She has always placed this pen in her dantian and nurtured it with spiritual power. It is connected to her soul and spirit. No matter where she is, as long as her soul and spirit are intact, the Xuanji Pen will always follow her.

The pen was delicate and warm. When Yang Rongrong held it in her hand, it gave off a breath of joy, and it was obvious that she was happy that she could fight alongside her master again.

Yang Rongrong loosened her fingers, the Xuanji pen flew up, and the tip of the pen stopped on the text.

The Xuanji Pen, as the natal magic weapon, can communicate with the owner's mind.

It followed its owner's wishes and made some corrections to the text.

But unfortunately, this is someone else's territory, not Yang Rongrong's home court, and the room she has for modification is very limited. In the end, only a few words can be successfully changed.

Meow, is anyone else reading this?