After Being Abused and Reduced to Begging, She Wears a Secret Identity and Goes on a Rampage

Revenge-seeking courtesan x jade-faced Buddhist monk Feng Muqing, the illegitimate daughter of the Minister of Rites, had such extraordinary medical skills that she could bring the dead back to life and restore flesh to bare bones. She had saved countless lives. Draped in white and seemingly otherworldly, she could make countless powerful men vie for a single portrait painted by her hand. In the ninth year of the Jinghe reign, ten miles of red bridal finery filled the capital. Two stunning sisters from one household married on the same day, but both were wed to the least-favored Third Prince, Prince Jing. Three years later, Prince Jing rose all the way to become crown prince. But on that very day, the new crown prince’s mansion was stained with blood. At the capital’s entrance, amid the constant flow of passersby, no one knew when a filthy beggar woman, covered in blood, had appeared beneath the corner wall. Not long afterward, a peerless courtesan burst onto the scene at the capital’s largest pleasure house. Her alluring eyes and red lips could captivate the soul. Even the eminent monks of Lanruo Temple were bewitched, lingering at the pleasure house. One day, the courtesan Muqing tilted her head back and said: “When it comes to the world’s most stunning sights, nothing surpasses a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood…” With blazing eyes, Muqing gripped a jade sword dripping with blood and smiled with a terrifying, bloodthirsty delight. Suddenly, the sound of a Buddhist staff striking the ground rang out. A monk in a kasaya fingered his prayer beads, his brows furrowed. “Benefactress, the sea of suffering is boundless. Turn back, and you will find the shore.” Muqing advanced step by step. He retreated inch by inch until he had nowhere left to go. Clutching his prayer beads, he bowed his head in panic. “Amitabha. Please, benefactress, show some restraint.” “Restraint?! Have you forgotten, monk, who chased after me and swore to save me from the sea of suffering?” “Oh, Buddha… come save me! Why are you retreating?” (The Buddhist bond ends, and a worldly one begins.)