Holy Monk, Will You Guide Me Through This Life?

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Blurb:

[Pure-hearted beauty x ascetic holy monk]

A Qiong's surname is Huangfu. For generations, the Huangfu clan has held the exalted office of Imperial Preceptor, standing apart from the world.

But A Qiong was as lowly as an ant.

Raised from childhood in the Moon Pavilion and taught by Luocheng's most famous courtesan, she was destined to be sent to the emperor's bed once she came of age.

On the day she put on her wedding dress, the Huangfu clan collapsed. She was wrapped in a straw mat and thrown out of the palace gates.

Abuse and condemnation trampled her into the dirt, and it seemed that only death could set her free.

On a stormy night, lightning snaked through the sky. A cold blade pressed against her delicate throat, and she bared her neck, ready to die.

Then came a sharp clang, and a tremendous force knocked the blade away.

Beneath a sky filled with purple lightning, he strode through the wind and rain, carrying a lamp and holding an umbrella.

In a pristine jade-white monk's robe, with sandalwood prayer beads circling his strong wrist, he looked solemn and majestic, his eyes full of compassion.

"All living beings suffer. Benefactor, you must keep a compassionate heart."

The executioner's blade hit the ground. Those people bowed in greeting, and she heard them call him Master Xiangyao.

Xiangyao.

The one who had come to her rescue was Xiangyao, the holy monk and Buddha's chosen son of the Nine Sects.

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A Qiong had been kept like a caged bird for more than a decade. She knew nothing of the world, and had no way to repay the holy monk for saving her. The only thing she knew how to offer was her own body.

Skin as smooth as jade, a slender waist and graceful curves, every step full of allure.

But her gaze was as clear as a newborn's.

In the dim, golden light, her fine clothes fell away. She leaned against the lotus couch, and her slender hands crept inch by inch across the monk's firm chest and abdomen as she smiled seductively.

Her slightly husky voice made the heart itch. Word by word, as if learning to speak, she imitated the devout believers who knelt before him.

"Holy monk, show me mercy and take me into your care for the rest of my life, won't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, his body shuddered beneath her hands. He seized her wrist, leaving bright red marks.

Hot sweat dripped onto her cool, snow-white skin, and their breathing grew tangled.

In her pure eyes, the monk's compassionate gaze gradually took on a red tinge.

Reading guide:

The heroine is naturally alluring but innocent and ignorant of love. She charges straight ahead and drags the revered holy monk down from his pedestal.

Both leads are sexually inexperienced. They fall in love but have to restrain themselves, caught in an intense push and pull.

Blurb for the next novel, The Sickly Empress Awakens:

Xie Qingxue never knew a person could simply lose years of their life.

She had only fallen into a deep sleep. When she awoke, ten years had passed.

She stepped out of the secret chamber. Her delicate fingers, as finely carved as ice and jade, lifted the curtain of broken jade beads. A familiar, domineering voice boomed, harshly reprimanding someone.

She would recognize that voice even if it were reduced to ashes. It belonged to her husband, Li Ao, the emperor of Great Qian.

The tenderness of the night before still lingered in her heart. She could hardly wait to see him and fall into his broad, sturdy embrace.

But the scene inside the hall froze her inch by inch, like ice.

The person kneeling on the ground was her eldest son, whom she had cherished since the moment he was born. He had grown so much. His back was unbowed, and blood dripped from him, drop by drop.

The long whip in her husband's hand lashed down fiercely. Its barbed tips gleamed coldly.

A rush of fury surged through her. She hurled the stone ornament in her hand at him.

Who gave Li Ao the nerve? Hasn't he spent enough time kneeling on a washboard?

Reading guide:

A delicate, sickly beauty, as finely carved as ice and jade, and a mighty, domineering emperor who's afraid of his wife.

The male lead is over 1.9 meters tall, with a dramatic difference in their builds.

Theme: Love endures forever