Chapter 126: Appetite
Underneath that hand, the young girl's rising and falling chest felt soft and warm. It was as if, through her chest, she could feel a bright red heart beating steadily.
Qiao Wan looked at Miaofa, the Buddha with a dark and blue face and three eyes. His eyes slowly lowered, and his hands rested heavily on her chest, as if he wanted to reach into her robes and take out the vivid, hot, and still-beating heart.
His fingers slipped into her mouth, pressing her tongue with the tip. They went all the way down to her throat.
Removing the heart, pulling out the tongue.
She would die!
Qiao Wan widened her eyes and her gaze fell on the four arms raised behind Miaofa. Her face suddenly changed!
The bloody organs held by the four hands seemed to remind her of the tragic consequences if she didn't run at this moment.
Just when Qiao Wan sat down, she let go of the sword in her hand.
Usually, cultivators always keep their swords with them, but in front of Miaofa, who had always guided and taught her, Qiao Wan trusted him and casually put down her sword.
A shimmering, cold long sword was reflected in her eyes, making Qiao Wan's heart sink.
She was careless.
Qiao Wan looked up and saw the extremely cruel Buddha in front of her. In that split second, her gaze collided with the bright red tongue held in the dark green hand.
At the same time, the two fingers that were pressing into Qiao Wan's mouth intensified their grip, rubbing forcefully against her tongue. It felt like they were trying to yank out her soft tongue with great force.
A shiver ran through Qiao Wan's heart, but her will to survive overcame her fear. She gathered all her strength and struggled forward with all her might!
Perhaps due to a sudden surge of power, which had not yet revealed its true wrathful form, Qiao Wan actually managed to push Miaofa away.
Just as she had won a moment of freedom, Qiao Wan stumbled and her legs grew weak from fear. She didn't even have time to wipe the spit from her mouth as she sprinted towards the gleaming cold sword!
Faster.
A little faster, and she would be able to reach it.
In the instant her fingertips touched the hilt of the sword, a gust of foul wind swept in from behind!
The sword slipped from her hand and clanged onto the ground.
Qiao Wan felt a surge of energy in her chest, and she was knocked down to the ground with stars in her eyes. The Buddha behind her grabbed her head firmly.
She winced in pain and quickly protected her neck with her spiritual energy.
For a moment, Qiao Wan thought her spine would be pulled out along with her head.
As she was pulled, her spine didn't come out, but she coughed up blood. In the intense pain, she felt like she was embraced by a cold presence and glimpsed Miaofa's scary face coming closer.
Four arms held four bloody organs tightly.
The remaining two hands reached her back.
Qiao Wan saw stars and accidentally hit the broad chest in front of her.
Her back was trapped by the other two hands, forcing her to sit on top of Miaofa. Her back was held in place as she looked up.
Her chest was pressed against the bare chest of the other person.
Qiao Wan looked down, Miaofa lowered her head, and his blood-stained skull crown also lowered. He stared at Qiao Wan with a fierce grin.
In spite of showing anger, Miaofa's gaze remained dignified and majestic. The Buddha lowered down his lips and his tongue extended into her mouth.
Their tongues intertwined, causing Qiao Wan to stiffen and her mind to feel as if it exploded. But soon, a deeper sense of fear engulfed her.
Rather than being about love or desire, it was more about hunger and lust.
Miaofa wanted to eat her!
In a literal sense, that meant chewing and swallowing her, covered in blood.
The Buddha's noble and majestic gaze began with the tip of her tongue, methodically devouring everything. Every inch of the girl's taut muscles, every pulsating vein, and the warm, delicious blood were like offerings on an altar for him to consume.
Two fangs pierced through her tongue, and the fresh blood quickly seeped out, only to be sucked clean.
In this situation, nobody could stay calm and have any romantic thoughts. Qiao Wan was startled! She immediately adjusted her thoughts and desperately activated the energy in her body. The energy rose up and covered her tongue just before Miaofa swallowed it, successfully avoiding the miserable fate of having her tongue chewed up.
After doing all this, Qiao Wan almost broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly tilted her head back, but as soon as her tongue moved slightly backward, it was immediately pulled back in.
When Qiao Wan looked up, she could see those majestic eyes. The eyebrows were raised, the forehead was furrowed in anger, and there were four arms raised behind. In those eyes, there was no hint of desire, only the repetitive action of swallowing.
Qiao Wan was forced to tilt her head back and sit on the Buddha's body. Her saliva kept flowing, and her mind was buzzing.
She needed to come up with a solution.
She remembered that Miaofa had mentioned her strong spiritual awareness.
Because of fear and anxiety, Qiao Wan trembled as she gathered her consciousness. She was about to poke into Miaofa's sea of consciousness when her tongue was grabbed.
With a start, she poked crookedly.
She needed to stay calm.
Closing her eyes, intentionally ignoring the action of her tongue being swallowed, Qiao Wan looked determined and clear in her eyes as she poked deeply into her sea of consciousness!
There was hardly any defense.
This sea of consciousness hardly defended against her.
Just as she collided into Miaofa's sea of consciousness, Qiao Wan was gasping for breath as she took a closer look.
Unlike the chaotic sea of consciousness she imagined when going astray, this sea of consciousness was shining with Buddha light, with golden lotuses every inch, and gleaming lustrous light everywhere. It had a pure golden ground, and there were various treasures growing on the trees, made of white-silver glass.
Qiao Wan stood in the center of the sea of consciousness, and little by little, her heart sank.
This sea of consciousness was simply impossible to start.
That being outside, it wasn't a demon at all, it was also Buddha. It treated killing and human sacrifice as ordinary. It was both ruthless and violent, and it was both compassionate and relieving suffering. It was contradictory.
No wonder the entire Great Hall of Light kept silent about Venerable One's inner demon.
Because there was simply no solution to this.
Qiao Wan emerged from Miaofa's sea of consciousness, her back held captive by two hands, unable to move.
Her tongue curled into her throat, struggling to resist and retreat.
The strengthened tongue, not easily chewed and swallowed, curled with the tip touching the serene and authoritative gaze of Miaofa, making his swallowing more powerful.
It felt like he wanted to bite every inch of muscle, licking every drop of blood.
Saliva uncontrollably flowed down, tracing closely along her jawline and sliding down her neck to the warmth of their tightly pressed chests, moistening the muscular chest of Miaofa and the soft breasts of the young girl.
Qiao Wan was drenched in sweat, her face flushed with intensity, her hands and feet numb from fear.
There must be a way.
Qiao Wan steadied her chaotic mind, and with a sidelong glance, she noticed the tongue that Miaofa was holding. Suddenly, an idea struck her.
I wonder if I can take this tongue and stuff it into Miaofa's mouth. If a duck's tongue is not enough, there are still fresh brain flowers, sheep's eyeballs, and chicken hearts to be had.
While Qiao Wan was spinning around, she quietly reached out her hand and cautiously touched the tongue she was holding in her hand. Just as Qiao Wan was about to push the duck tongue into her mouth with determination.
But in the next moment, Miaofa suddenly furrowed his brow.
Furrowed brow?
The Venerable One in front of her seemed to struggle intensively, alternating between an angry expression and a compassionate one.
Qiao Wan was bewildered for a moment, but then her spirits lifted!
The Venerable One was regaining consciousness.
Regaining consciousness meant there was still hope.
Realizing this, Qiao Wan took a deep breath, steeled her heart, and calmly infused the spiritual energy into her body, one breath at a time.
After a while, those deep blue eyes seemed to gradually regain their familiar clarity.
Miaofa furrowed his brow and looked down at Qiao Wan's face.
Maintaining her posture sitting on the Venerable One, her chest pressed against his, and their lower jaws tightly together, Qiao Wan felt frozen.
The foreign presence in her mouth was so vivid, and Miaofa's tongue was even still lingering in the mouth of this junior whom he had given many guidance to.
Soft, carrying a warm scent of sandalwood and lotus.
As if struck by lightning.
"Oh... Oh, venerable!!"
"Listen to me explain!!"
Qiao Wan jumped three feet high and woke up from her dream, bouncing off Miaofa!
The tip of her tongue retreated, and instantly, a shiny silver thread swung out, landing on the slender and powerful fingers of the Buddha practitioner.
It sparkled.
Even Qiao Wan couldn't help but be stunned when she saw her own saliva on Miaofa's hand. A rush of heat surged from her face all the way to the top of her head.
Free from the danger of losing her life, her sense of shame returned. Qiao Wan crawled on the ground, desperately burying herself in the sand.
To be honest, besides feeling a little shocked and embarrassed at first, this faint shyness was immediately swallowed up by the overwhelming fear.
But now, the sense of shame came back with a vengeance.
If she didn't resist, she would be swallowed and that would be a matter of life and death, just like a fight. She had just had a fight with a senior.
Comforting herself this way, Qiao Wan finally regained some rationality. She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly. She bowed respectfully.
Although her expression was calm enough, there was still a lingering fragrance on her tongue, almost biting it.
"Senior, please listen to me explain!"
What should she say? What should she say next?
Qiao Wan's brain was working overtime, trying to figure it out.
But before Qiao Wan could continue speaking, Miaofa spoke first.
His voice was like thunder, noble and imposing, with a natural reverberation.
"There is no need for explanations."
Miaofa closed his eyes.
Scene after scene kept replaying in her mind.
The close contact of their skin.
Intense hunger, desire to kill, and a strong sexual desire, almost greedily devouring.
"Just now, it was me who forced you. It's not your fault, the blame falls on me alone. I will bear the consequences, it has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize to me."
Qiao Wan lifted her eyes, met Miaofa's gaze, and quickly looked away. She stammered, "You shouldn't say that. I never blamed you before. When I touched you at Dingren Peak, it was a fair exchange."
Miaofa angrily exclaimed, "How can you call that a fair exchange?!"
Perhaps realizing her attitude problem, the monk closed his eyes coldly, not saying a word.
"What are you doing?" Miaofa suddenly asked after a moment.
Qiao Wan replied instinctively, "Elder?"
"Where are you?"
Qiao Wan replied, "I'm at Buping College."
Miaofa frowned and decisively said, "Wait there, I'm coming to find you."
Without involving reality, she could deal with it like a dream. But when it got real, Qiao Wan was so shocked that she almost jumped up, and her face instantly turned red.
Her whole body was emitting waves of heat, making it difficult for her to speak clearly: "This... this is not necessary."
"There is no room for negotiation in this matter," Miaofa furrowed his brows deeply and said in a serious tone, "You wait here, I will come find you in no more than a moment, and apologize to you."
After saying that, he seemed a little uncomfortable as he adjusted his posture, but with that movement, his loose robe completely fell off, revealing a layer of thin water droplets on his exposed chest. Something lightly brushed against it and fell down.
It was a pink hairband, tied with a small butterfly that didn't lift its eyes.
Only now did Qiao Wan realize that her hair was completely undone, and her face blushed even more involuntarily.
She couldn't face it at all.
"This, this is something of the younger generation."
Taking advantage of Miaofa's lack of response, she quickly and cautiously approached, reaching out and taking it back.
In the moment their fingertips touched.
Qiao Wan's whole body tingled like a bell ringing.
Miaofa also froze in place.
The two of them instantly turned stiff like two pillars under the Bodhi tree, silently looking at each other.
Qiao Wan felt her mouth dry, her heart pounding in her chest. She slowly clenched her ribbon, the sweat soaking her palms and hair by her temples.
The girl blushed, her dark and glossy hair cascading over her shoulders, making her eyes even darker and brighter.
Miaofa sat stiffly under the Bodhi tree, waiting for Qiao Wan to tie her hair again.
The damp strands of hair slipped through her rough fingertips, the only sound being the gentle waves crashing in the quiet surroundings.
Shaking, Qiao Wan retied her ribbon, her face as red as a tomato.
The atmosphere was incredibly silent and awkward. Qiao Wan swallowed some spit and awkwardly tried to break the tension by speaking up: "Senior, I'm ready now."
