The Anarchic Consort

He even used his hand to hold her head while kissing her hard and invading her bit by bit.

The man was not his usual self.

Phoenix found herself almost running out of breath and white snowflakes were wafting through her mind. Not once had she experienced this kind of feeling before.

All oxygen had been taken away, her chest was being pressured, the stocky figure on top of her was getting hotter and hotter as if it was going to incinerate her.

Tingling sensation slowly built up at the tip of their tongue as they kissed, that was when he slightly distanced himself. His voice sounded husky, “How do you feel?”

Feel?

Subconsciously, Phoenix wanted to refuse this level of intimacy.

However, her arms were being firmly confined by the man.

He stared at her for a brief moment while she was catching her breath, his hand then explored downward below her chin.

The cassock worn by Phoenix was oversized, so it was very convenient for the man to do so.

“This is the first time I find Buddhism’s clothes to be nice,” The man laughed and his lips were against her ears. With the tip of his tongue, he first touched it lightly, then slowly made his way down…

Phoenix felt a tingle, then her body stiffened up. Heat flow passed through her body like an electric current and she started to wiggle involuntarily in the heated quilt. She could not allow him to exceed her limits any further, so she grabbed his wrist, but she was quite out of breath, “This feels weird, I suppose this is enough for practice purposes.”

“Enough?” The man caressed her skin, it was so soft and tender as though his hands were being absorbed into her skin. How could this sensation ever be enough?

Phoenix looked at him, “Yes, that’s enough.”

“Alright.” The man let go of his hands, then laughed with a playful expression. He gently patted her back with his fingers as though he were treating a pet, “That’s enough for today, we will practice again tomorrow.” Phoenix is such an interesting girl, of course I should savor her slowly…

Phoenix could feel that something was being pushed against her long legs. It was burning hot and somehow it made her feel uncomfortable.

However, since young, no one had ever hugged her to sleep.

For as long as Phoenix could remember, she was already reciting sutras at Mountain Tenya.

She remembered the time when everyone around her would always give her a peculiar look.

This had to do with the fact that there was no other kid as young as her in Buddhism, except for those little monks and shamis.

The Honored Sir held her hand and introduced her to everyone.

“So she’s the Phoenix.”

“Which Phoenix?”

“The Phoenix who was born in hell, the Phoenix who represents a bad omen.”

“Why would Phoenix be a bad omen?”

That’s right, Phoenix had the same thought, why would I be a bad omen?

By that time, little Phoenix had learned to chant and thus understood what a bad omen was.

An existence that was neither anticipated nor liked by others.

Her speculation seemed to be justified in later days, as no one would even talk to her.

The little Phoenix from Mountain Tenya had always been alone.

She stayed quiet and never spoke to anyone, not to mention making friends.

She had seen little shamis who were close with each other slept together while playing along, everyone looked so happy.

To be honest, being hugged by someone felt really warm, as though an invisible Qi was surrounding her inside the tightly tucked quilt. In fact, the man who was patting her back looked extremely handsome.

Phoenix felt that this was her lucky day, she reached out her hands as well and hugged the man’s waist, she muttered, “The manual given by Yue Lao is pretty good.”

The man lowered his head and looked at the girl in his arms, he laughed, “Pretty good indeed. What are you thinking about just now?”

“Nothing much.” Phoenix turned her head to the side, “I was thinking about the moment when I was born. I guess you know that I was born in hell, people said there were two eggs at the very beginning, but when the eggs were hatched, I was the only one left.”

The man gave out an ambiguous smile, “Are you trying to say that the moment when you were born, 33 Thunderstorms and Heavenly Tribulations had been cast on the Sea of Blood, and therefore you were born with the face of great evil?”

“Yes.” Phoenix closed her eyes as if she was about to fall asleep.

The man reached out his hand and removed the strains of hair which was blocking her face, his tone was light, “If you weren’t born with the face of great evil, Buddhism would be useless. These people needed someone to hold the knife, enabling them to offer salvation to sentient beings. In that case, good or evil, they shouldn’t be the ones to decide.”

Upon listening to the last sentence, Phoenix opened her eyes again and within those eyes were countless shimmering stars, “You’re right.”

“Are you happy?” The man chuckled.

Phoenix sat up, “Kind of. Why don’t we continue feeding the monsters with fish food, or put up a fight?”

Demons and monsters, …Is this supposed to be the way you express your happiness!!!!?

On that particular day, monsters that came from the Sea of Blood almost threw up as they were fed with too much fish food.

Just that they had no idea what the Emperor was up to.

They had never seen the man indulged someone like how he indulged Phoenix.

Could it be that he was actually being sincere?

That was kind of impossible.

They knew what this man wanted, there would not be much excitement left once he got it. He had always been like that.

Indeed, that was exactly what the man was intending to do, although the way he treated Phoenix was different from the others.

The thing that he wanted had never changed, which was to completely destroy the pride of this proud person.

It was not the time yet, her eyes were not completely focusing on him yet.

The man would never forget the time when he first met Phoenix.

At that time, she was still young.

But she had the looks of a teenager.

In an effort to convert him to Buddhism, they had him locked up in the restricted area of Trayastrimsa heaven.

He would suffer from piercing pain even if he merely sneered at the sanskrits.

However, these could not make him surrender.

He shattered the Shield of Leiyin as blood ran all over him. The Honored Sir had to retreat in the face of difficulties, which subsequently caused a turmoil amongst the clouds.

For 49 days.

As long as he could withstand the bone-rasping pain inflicted by the sanskrits.

He would no longer be under the control of Buddhism.

On the 47th day, he met her.

She was holding a sutra, looking at him with her head tilted. Then, she knelt down beside him and glanced at him twice before asking, “Why do you have to kneel here?”

He ignored her. He never gave a spare glance toward people from Buddhism, not to mention a kid.

She remained quiet, then ran away after a while. When she reappeared, she had a steamed bun in her hand.

Then, he had not earned the title of God. Coming out from the chaos, he would easily get hungry, but he did not expect that someone inside Buddhism would dare to give him food.

Being apathetic, he did not care about the punishment that would befall her for breaking the precepts of Buddhism. He would eat whatever that was given to him.

On the 49th day, he broke through the Light of Buddha and nothing in the world could ever restrain him since then.

She was merely a sharp blade of Buddhism, thus he did not take it to heart.

However, by the time he met her again, the only thing she could see was the Bodhi tree. On the other hand, whenever she passed by him, she would have her scythe in hand, along with this stone-cold look.

The man had to admit, he had always been impatient.

Since he was nothing to her, he would destroy her pride…