Sweet Desire! The Cold Lord God, Who Can Tease, Coax, and Act Coquettish. - Chap 813
Mu Linyuan was sitting on the wicker chair in the Yunshang Jin Palace, letting him lean on it.
He held the young man’s waist with one hand, pulled his black robe towards him, and replied.
“Didn’t the Demon King escape from the Demon Locking Tower a few days ago? He’s going to chase him. He’ll probably be back in a few days. Why are you thinking about him?”
“Nothing, just curious.”
Si Jin nodded, and just when he was about to say another word, he saw Mu Linyuan put his other hand on the crook of his knee, and with a little force, he lifted him up.
“Ignore that old monk, Jin Jin.” Even though he has indulged himself many times, Mu Xianzun still blushes easily.
When the name was called, his breath was hot. He hesitated for a long time and then said: “I…I will take you to see a surprise.”
“Okay.” Si Jin’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she guessed what he wanted to do, and a little bit of excitement flashed unconsciously.
He doesn’t care about desire. Compared to Xiao Tianjun, it really doesn’t matter.
But there’s no denying that he likes excitement.
… …
The back garden of Yunshang Jindian didn’t know when there was a hot spring.
Surrounded by soundproofing and invisibility barriers, there are six floors, so no one or anything can come in.
There were green grass and trees around, the moon was bright and stars in the sky, and there were even a few fake fireflies made by Mu Linyuan using his spiritual power on the shrubs.
White smoke curled up in the water, but several low-hanging gold chains could be clearly seen.
One section is locked to the surrounding rocks, and the other end hangs down to the bottom of the water.
Mu Linyuan really recreated the exact same scene according to the illustrations in the Fengyue painting book!
Even the positions of the rocks and a few fireflies are fixed.
“Do you like it?” When asked, Mu Linyuan’s breathing was unsteady, his eyes were lowered, and he tried his best to suppress his emotions.
“The chain would hit the rocks and make a clanging sound,” he said.
“The fireflies transformed by spiritual power will record the recording and listen to it later.”
“There are many barriers outside. No one will notice. It’s enough for us to… stay up all night.”
“And, most importantly.”
As Mu Linyuan spoke, he had already walked to the edge of the hot spring. He lowered his hands and removed Si Jin’s shirt and said, “You love to cry.”
After saying this, he put the person into the water and threw away his robe.
The white clothes fell to the ground, stained with a little dust, just like him.
The moment he met Si Jin, his heart was in chaos.
He is no longer the aloof and spotless Immortal Lord.
The moment Mu Linyuan fell into the water and hugged Si Jin tightly, he saw the gold chains surrounding him wrapping around him.
His limbs were securely cuffed in ring locks.
The slightly cool touch made him feel his skin getting hotter and hotter.
“Hey, Master.” Si Jin deliberately teased him: “Why do you think this chain is so disobedient that you are also locked up?”
Mu Linyuan smiled: “Jinjin, you controlled the chain, you did it on purpose.”
“Yeah, what should I do?”
“It doesn’t matter.” Mu Linyuan took two steps forward, the water around him rippled, and the chain made a few crisp sounds.
He pulled the young man into his arms forcefully: “As long as you listen carefully to Master’s words, it will be the same no matter who the chain is on.”
… …
The hot spring water gradually spread out and wet the surrounding grass.
Some of the beautiful sounds that Mu Linyuan only wanted to keep for himself were also recorded by Fireflies and locked into his bedroom.
But for some unknown reason, perhaps Mu Linyuanfan’s heart moved too much, and his spiritual power dropped another level, reaching the early stage of Mahayana.
Si Jin was also worried, but Mu Linyuan said it was okay. When Yun Deng came back from catching the Demon King, he went to Pugui Temple and asked for two pairs of elixirs.
It was only after going to Pugui Temple that Si Jin found out that Mu Linyuan turned out to be a lay practitioner who led the practice.
Previously, in order to cultivate the ruthless path, he had wholeheartedly turned to the Buddha, just asking for a clear mind.
But now, because of him, it becomes even more unclear.
Si Jin was walking in the temple and happened to pass by the pharmacy.
Seeing Yun Deng concentrate on preparing the medicine, I couldn’t help but step in and ask one more question.
“Master, if I remember correctly, lay disciples should be lay disciples of Buddhism who can marry and have children. Since they have become lay disciples, why didn’t you persuade my master to enter Buddhism?”
Yun Deng: “The hexagram shows that his mortal destiny is not over yet.”
“But it would be a pity for Master to lose such a gifted person, right?”
“This, the donor is worrying too much.” Yun Deng’s voice was hollow, making people listen to it, and it was silent for no reason.
He prepared the elixir and gave it to Si Jin.
He clasped his hands together, lowered his head slightly, and continued: “Buddha saves the world and does not want you to take refuge.”
“Buddha, as long as you are happy.”
