This Monk’s Pure Heart Can’t Resist Her Flirting

I, Shen Jinghong, came down the mountain to find the family’s lost Tranquil Heart Glazed Crystal. Instead, I blundered into a forbidden area of Lingyin Temple and dragged the ascetic monk Qing Yan into a “Shared Breath Curse.” If he hurts, I hurt; if he’s hungry, I’m hungry. Even when he meditates, I have to sit quietly and focus along with him.

I planned to break the curse and leave, but meddling sects kept picking fights, and relatives tried to seize the family estate. Every time I fought back, the cool, aloof monk would silently step in front of me. “Benefactor, do not let murderous thoughts take hold. Allow this humble monk to handle it.”

Only later did I realize that what he was protecting was never his vows. It was me.