The Buddhist Monk Ran Off with the Wicked Beauty

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Blurb: *Scheming, wicked spirit beauty x Sweet-looking but secretly ruthless little Buddhist cultivator

Ban Xing is a Buddhist cultivator with a crystal-clear heart, pure and immaculate. She looks like a stunningly beautiful girl dressed in a kasaya and holding a monk’s staff.

To temper herself, she volunteers to go to the nineteenth level of Hell and redeem the infamous Mei Ji, a cruel, cold-blooded, sinister and wicked spirit.

At their first meeting, the light filters through the prison window, leaving only a dim golden glow.

A slender figure lies across the bed, waist twisted, half of a wrist as white as jade hanging down. The body’s graceful curves are exquisite beyond words.

Ban Xing: Spirit, raise your head.

The beautiful spirit timidly lifts her face, her eyes glistening like spring water reflecting a profusion of flowers.

The fingers rolling the prayer beads suddenly stop.

From then on, Ban Xing is completely enchanted and unable to pull herself away.

She spends all the merit she earns each month on new clothes, storybooks, and jewelry for Mei Ji.

During the redemption rituals, she slacks off shamelessly, cutting the original three-hour limit for chanting down to one hour.

When she sees the beauty’s pained expression, she feels so guilty she can hardly bear it, and always sneaks off to heal her wounds when no one is looking.

Then, one day, Mei Ji escapes from prison.

Ban Xing, sent to bring her back, thinks it over and says, “Take me with you, big sister.”

At first, she clings to her righteous Buddhist persona, reassuring herself that they are escaping together so she can keep an eye on Mei Ji and stop her from causing trouble in the human world.

But later, she gradually becomes a god of slaughter, guarding the elusive flower shadow.

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As a wicked spirit who wreaked havoc on the human world, Mei Ji was sentenced to confinement on the nineteenth level of Hell, where she would see no daylight for seven hundred years.

Every day she must endure Buddhist chants to redeem her. The golden Buddhist power washing over her body feels like a punishment of scraping flesh from bone.

Mei Ji: It’s... fine, really.

But the little Buddhist cultivator is even more distressed than she is, applying precious natural treasures to every one of her wounds and saying, “I’m sorry, big sister.”

After a hundred years in prison, Mei Ji is so bored that she decides to go out for a walk.

Little Buddhist cultivator: Big sister, I’m coming too.

Whenever danger arises, the little Buddhist cultivator always steps in front. Even when Mei Ji tricks her, she only gets angry for a while before magnanimously forgiving her.

And so the shameless Mei Ji gets bolder and bolder.

Until one day, she finally makes the little Buddhist cultivator furious.

The girl, white as if carved from jade, takes off her kasaya, curls her fingers beneath Mei Ji’s chin, and holds it firmly. The vermilion mark between her brows is an alarming red. “Big sister, do you know what you did wrong?”

The beautiful spirit, bullied until the corners of her eyes turn red, sobs and clutches her precariously slipping clothes.

One-on-one, happy ending

Theme: Join hands to overcome hardship