Flower Stealing Master

Seeing his wife get angry, Luo Liru hurriedly comforted her, “Junior Sister, it’s my fault. Don’t take it to heart. I was just being honest. After all, you asked such a strange question. Why would the leader bother to bully you…”

Jiao Wan’er felt a chill in her heart and said indifferently, “Senior Brother, remember your words. Don’t regret them in the future.”

Seeing her cling to this issue, Luo Liru assumed she was overthinking it, and he became slightly impatient, “Junior Sister, are you serious? Do you really think the leader would be interested in you? It’s like me dreaming that someone as divine as Lady Guo would ever look at me.”

“Get out!” Jiao Wan’er shouted angrily.

Luo Liru often joked with Jiao Wan’er and didn’t realize she was truly upset this time. He noticed the clothing on the screen and his eyes lit up.

“Junior Sister, you slept with Lady Guo last night, right? Your clothes must have her scent. Someone as divine as Lady Guo—I’ll never have a chance to get close to her. Let me at least smell her scent.”

After saying this, he reached out for the clothes on the screen.

Inside, Jiao Wan’er was shocked. Her clothes didn’t carry Lady Huang Rong’s scent; instead, they had remnants of the filth left by that demon. How could she let him see them?

Jiao Wan’er quickly grabbed her clothes from the screen, tears streaming down her face. “You men are all despicable and shameless! Get out!”

Meanwhile, Song Qingshu was contemplating the issue of his heart demons. So far, his heart demons had surfaced twice. The first time had been the most dangerous—he had almost lost himself in the Forbidden City, even to the point of forgetting his true identity. The second occurrence was last night, but it didn’t seem as intense as the first, and he regained his clarity after the night passed.

‘Could this cultivation technique be amplifying the desires of the practitioner?’ Song Qingshu thought to himself, remembering that no one in the history of Tibetan Buddh!sm had successfully cultivated this technique. He couldn’t help but shiver.

Everything in creation has desires, but what sets humans apart from beasts is their rationality. Most desires are suppressed in their infancy.

However, the Joyful Meditation Method seemed to unconsciously nurture these desires. Many sinister and perverse thoughts, which people wouldn’t dare even contemplate, hidden in the recesses of their minds, could be triggered, making them difficult to guard against.

Song Qingshu recalled his first meeting with Jiao Wan’er, when a fleeting thought had crossed his mind: ‘What would it feel like to t0y with such a graceful and elegant woman?’

At that time, Song Qingshu had merely indulged in a momentary fantasy, quickly dismissing the idea. Little did he expect that the thought would resurface so violently last night.

He gradually began to understand why no one throughout history had succeeded in cultivating this technique. After all, with the power of Joyful True Qi, possessing a woman’s b0dy could be done effortlessly. Under such conditions, who could resist the temptation?

If a practitioner wasn’t careful, they would become slaves to their desires. Eventually, they would covet every beautiful w0man in the world. Yet, beautiful women often had outstanding men by their side. A practitioner who used despicable means to claim them would naturally become a public enemy, destined to walk the path of destruction.

Thinking of this scenario, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but shiver again. However, another thought soon surfaced in his mind: as long as you’re strong enough, what does it matter? Genghis Khan had destroyed countless nations, taking the wives and daughters of his enemies into his harem. Many people wanted to tear him apart, yet he lived a carefree life.

Two conflicting thoughts battled within him. Song Qingshu felt as if there were a pure little angel on his left shoulder, earnestly advising him, while on his right shoulder, a sly little demon kept tempting him. The demon’s temptations seemed far more enticing…

Just as he was on the verge of being completely consumed by darkness, a sudden flash of insight struck Song Qingshu, and he opened his eyes. The saying goes, “Heaven and Earth are unkind, treating all things like straw dogs. The Sage is unkind, treating the people like straw dogs.” Since the universe’s creation, there has been no inherent distinction between good and evil. Good and evil are merely chains humanity imposes upon itself. (G: A straw dog is a ceremonial object in ancient China. It is an object that serves a limited and temporary function and then is simply discarded.)

The Joyful Meditation Method is a Buddhist practice, and Buddhism emphasizes the concept of karma. Even if a practitioner were to be fully controlled by desire and fall into demonic ways, the idea of karmic retribution is still deeply ingrained within them. They might not even realize it, but deep down, they believe they will eventually face karmic consequences.

The more Song Qingshu pondered, the more excited he became. His realization wasn’t because he was smarter or more insightful than the brilliant figures of Tibetan Buddhism but because he wasn’t originally from the Buddhist sect and didn’t hold such strong beliefs in karma.

Moreover, Song Qingshu had traveled from a future time where information was immensely advanced. In that era, countless scientific studies and science fiction works had revealed a truth: while karma is powerful, it doesn’t apply universally in all situations.

Only two forces can transcend time and space—gravity and love. The power of karma cannot surpass the limitations of time and space…

A sudden enlightenment washed over Song Qingshu. He vaguely understood why the predecessors of Tibetan Buddhism had failed. These individuals, though extraordinarily talented, had either let desire overcome their rationality or used immense willpower to suppress their overwhelming desires. But no matter the approach, they were doomed to fail.

Rationality and desire are inseparable parts of a person. The predecessors of Tibetan Buddhism had spent their entire lives trying to divide their very souls. How could they not fail?

Many of the forerunners must have experienced various negative emotions—fear, guilt, and shame—when their heart demons first surfaced. They likely tried all sorts of methods to eliminate the demons.

What they didn’t realize is that heart demons are merely a natural phenomenon that comes with increasing strength. There’s no need to treat them like a formidable enemy. If you don’t view them as heart demons, they won’t be heart demons.

Song Qingshu’s emotions surged. His thoughts were still chaotic, and he couldn’t fully grasp everything, but he was acutely aware that he was on the brink of success, just one step away from the goal.

In the following days, Song Qingshu acted as though nothing had happened. He managed the affairs of the Golden Serpent Camp as usual, without treating Jiao Wan’er any differently. He merely regarded her as an ordinary subordinate, which left her feeling confused and lost, causing her mind to wander into wild imaginings.

As time passed, the wedding of the new Golden Serpent King and Miss Zeng from the Wangwu Sect finally arrived. 

Jiao Wan’er seized the opportunity, arranging for Xia Qingqing to meet her in a secluded hut while Song Qingshu was away.

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