Chapter 692 - 552: This Life of His, I Want to Give It a Try
Chapter 692: Chapter 552: This Life of His, I Want to Give It a Try
Half an incense stick later.
On the rugged, winding mountain path leading down from Sikong Mountain.
A man in a Monk’s Robe was cautiously carrying a woman on his back, heading down the mountain one step at a time.
Xiao Mo’s arms were gently hooked under the crook of the woman’s knees. He did his best to avoid touching her thighs, trying to maintain the proper distance befitting a monk.
But the woman didn’t seem to find this comfortable, occasionally shifting her body to adjust her position.
Before he knew it, Xiao Mo’s large, sturdy hands had silently come to rest on her well-proportioned thighs.
Even through his coarse linen trousers, Xiao Mo could faintly feel the springiness and smoothness of her thighs.
Moreover, walking on the mountain path meant he frequently had to step over obstructive tree roots and large rocks, and even cross small ravines.
As a result, the entire journey was unavoidably a bit bumpy.
The woman’s figure was already exceptionally stunning, her curves like a meandering stream. On top of that, she seemed to have no guard up around Xiao Mo at all, her delicate body leaning forward with every jolt.
And so, Xiao Mo’s back frequently felt the warm, soft touch of the two mounds on the woman’s chest.
The sensation was as if someone had gently kneaded the clouds in the sky into two soft balls, which then pressed softly and heavily against his back.
"Miss," Xiao Mo called out softly, organizing his thoughts.
"Monk, what is it? Am I too heavy?" The woman tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling on the side of Xiao Mo’s face, her voice sweet and soft.
"Not at all. You’re very light. It’s just... Miss, you could hold onto my shoulders with your hands," Xiao Mo reminded her tactfully, a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"But I am holding onto your shoulders..."
As she spoke, she took the opportunity to lean her entire body against his shoulders. The two soft clouds seemed to be pressed flat like persimmon cakes, clinging tightly to his spine.
She seemed utterly unconcerned by such intimate contact, pressing against Xiao Mo so openly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Strands of her loose hair would occasionally tickle his ear. Each time they brushed past, they brought a faint, fresh fragrance, like wildflowers blooming in the mountains—serene and not at all cloying.
Seeing how unconcerned she was with propriety, Xiao Mo was at a loss for words. He could only shake his head helplessly and think, ’Forget it. It’s not much farther anyway.’ He continued carrying her down the mountain.
The woman gazed at Xiao Mo’s somewhat flustered cheeks, the corners of her lips curling into a pretty arc. A hint of slyness glinted in her eyes, as if she were secretly pleased with herself for teasing such an innocent young man.
Of course, for this woman, he was the only one she had ever teased in her life.
"Are you a resident of Yuncai Village, Miss?" Xiao Mo changed the subject, asking casually.
"Mhm," the woman hummed, nodding lightly. Her voice was crisp and pleasant, like the tinkling of a mountain spring.
"The village I used to live in... it was destroyed by the Demon Race..."
She paused, her tone tinged with a faint sense of loss.
"I fled with my aunt, but we got separated on the road, and I couldn’t find her again. My aunt had told me that I had another aunt living in a place to the east called Yuncai Village, so I eventually found it."
"But unexpectedly, when I arrived at the village, the aunt I had never met had already passed away."
The woman’s voice grew a little softer, and she let out a gentle sigh.
"The village chief took pity on me and let me settle down there, allowing me to live in my aunt’s old courtyard."
"I see." Xiao Mo nodded, his mind inevitably recalling the woman the villagers kept mentioning, the one who was "as beautiful as a Fairy."
’She must be the one,’ he thought.
"Say, Monk..."
Perhaps finding the journey too quiet, the woman turned her head slightly. Her gentle voice brushed past Xiao Mo’s ear as her lovely, fox-like eyes blinked at his profile, full of curiosity.
"How many years have you been a monk?"
"Eighteen years," Xiao Mo replied calmly.
"Eighteen years?" Hearing this, the woman’s voice filled with astonishment. "But... you don’t look that old. You must be about my age, right?"
"I just turned eighteen this year," Xiao Mo said truthfully with a slight smile. "The Abbot told me I was abandoned at the temple gates as a child. Sikong Temple took me in, so by that count, I’ve been a monk almost since the day I was born."
"Is that so..." The woman’s eyes darted back and forth as if pondering something. Then, with a teasing tone, she asked, "So you didn’t become a monk by choice? In that case, have you ever thought about... returning to secular life?"
"I can’t say that I have," Xiao Mo admitted, shaking his head. He then asked in confusion, "But why do you ask, Miss?"
"Because I’ve heard that monks have to follow a lot of strange rules." As she spoke, she began counting them off on her slender, jade-like fingers. "For example, you can’t drink alcohol."
"And for another, you can’t eat meat."
"Most importantly, you can’t marry and have children."
"Logically speaking, any normal man would eventually want to marry a wife, right?"
She blinked, gazing at Xiao Mo.
"Isn’t falling asleep every day while holding a sweet-smelling, soft wife a wonderful, wonderful thing? Are you really planning to stay celibate your whole life? Wouldn’t that mean you’ve lived for nothing?"