[Vixen of the Village * Gentle Saintly Man]
Jia Niang was a widow. Seven years ago, she came to Yutu Village to become a child bride for a hunter’s family. But before she could grow up, her husband fell off a cliff and died. She was barely fifteen when she became a widow.
A beautiful, delicate widow was bound to have a hard time in the village, so Jia Niang often went to the temple to weep.
She wept to the deity enshrined there about the schoolteacher next door, who had a good face but a wicked heart; about her steady, dependable clan uncle, who was the most hypocritical of all; and about the old widower at the village entrance, who wanted her as his second wife. Poor her, still chaste and never having tasted a man’s touch, yet widowed and coveted by wolves.
On yet another night when she could no longer bear it, Jia Niang sought shelter in the mountain god’s temple. Beneath the coffered ceiling stood the divine lord, handsome and immaculate, his downcast eyes full of compassion and solemnity.
The Mountain God had heard more of her troubles than anyone, yet he always stood by and did nothing. How heartless. He was unworthy of being a divine lord.
She gazed at him for a long time, a wildly wicked thought rising in her heart. Then she suddenly laughed.
She stole the Mountain God’s newly made statue and took it home. She dressed him in silk clothes she had been saving for a long time, carefully combed his hair, and placed a jade crown on his head. Then she humiliated him in the way her curiosity had led her to imagine.
At night, Jia Niang’s beautiful face was flushed a deep red. She covered the statue’s cool, otherworldly eyes and whispered, “I’ll be gentle. I won’t break you...”
“The divine lord has enjoyed the faithful’s offerings for many years. Surely it’s only right to return the favor...”
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Ji Kuiyi had cultivated for a thousand years in the Yutu Mountains. He had transformed from a tiger, guarded the homes and devoured evil to protect the region, and received the incense and offerings of the people.
At some point, a lovely young woman with tearful eyes began appearing on the prayer mat. She saved up to buy incense, candles, and offerings, presenting them with the utmost sincerity. She even wrote him crooked, misspelled prayers.
“Mountain God, make the schoolteacher next door go blind! Make my clan uncle lose his entire fortune gambling! And make that old widower’s daughter-in-law beat him and starve him every day!”
The green lamp flickered. Ji Kuiyi could only shake his head helplessly. He had already arranged for someone to help her, but she was beautiful and delicate, and always seemed to bring out the wicked thoughts of ordinary men.
Until one day, she brazenly stole the gilded clay statue he had made with his body-double spell.
From then on, the cool and aloof divine lord endured many a difficult night.
[Extra Scene]
Jia Niang: I heard a tiger’s, you know... has little barbs. Is that true? Quick, show me your true form.
Ji Kuiyi: ...
Many years later.
Jia Niang: Why would you take your true form now? You can’t just turn into a tiger whenever you feel like it! Change back!
Ji Kuiyi: ...All right, my wife.
In winter.
Jia Niang, wrapped tightly in a white tiger’s tail: This is the perfect time to take your true form~
·Both leads are sexually inexperienced. Happy ending. The male lead is thousands of years older, gentle, powerful, and accepting. He has saintly love for the heroine, and his dead heart blossoms again.
·The male lead can turn into a big cat for a while, and the heroine keeps him as a pet.
·The heroine holds grudges, puts herself first, and is a face-lover. Readers with high moral standards, please proceed with caution.
Theme: Treat other people’s stares like ghost fire, and dare to walk the night road
