Amitabha, please don’t turn around.

In her heart, Little Lin cried out silently.

"If you dare to turn around, I’ll... I’ll take off my clothes!"

Just as Feng Xi turned around.

Xin Lin had a sudden idea and shouted.

"..."

"..."

Shi Fei was stunned aside.

Little Lin, isn’t this being a rogue?

By now, Shi Fei had realized that Xin Lin didn’t want the monk Feng Xi to recognize her.

To deal with people like Feng Xi, you just have to be a rogue.

Xin Lin’s bright eyes darted around.

The monk Feng Xi’s back instantly stiffened, his ears flushed with embarrassment.

The touch beneath his hand was smooth and delicate, softer than the finest silk.

Without turning around, Feng Xi knew the other party was a girl.

The two were very close, and the scent from her body, faint and elusive, seemed to drift into his nose.

This girl must be very beautiful; he had vaguely seen her silhouette earlier on the Yin Yang Road.

"Amitabha, lady benefactor, this humble monk means no disrespect."

Monk Feng Xi pondered aloud.

"No offense, yet you’re still holding my hand!"

Xin Lin snorted.

"Apologies, apologies."

The monk Feng Xi quickly let go.

But as soon as he released his grip, he realized he hadn’t yet asked about the seven-colored Buddhist beads!

That smooth hand slipped away, ready to escape.

"Wait!"

Monk Feng Xi recalled Xin Lin; the other party likely had caught hold of Xin Lin.

With a swift move, he captured her wrist again, her Fu Xi’s Energy and Spiritual Power were locked instantly.

"Monk, why are you grabbing me again! Aren’t you afraid of me shouting ’indecent assault’ and having the whole of Purple Cloud City judge that monks from Taichang Temple are assaulting to molest innocent women?"

Xin Lin yelled without blushing or skipping a beat.

The Mist of Enchantment had started to fade, and the sky was becoming light.

Nearby houses and stores were opening, and soon there would be pedestrians on the road.

"Lady benefactor, I simply ask you, where is the person who has the seven-colored Buddhist beads?"

Monk Feng Xi’s handsome face showed a slight blush.

He had never encountered such a shameless woman before.

Listening to this, Xin Lin breathed a slight sigh of relief.

She felt the monk wasn’t suspecting her but was worried about her instead.

She was also worried, worrying that the affair of the seven-colored Buddhist beads would expose her identity.

She thought for a moment.

"That young girl was knocked out by me, and I stole the beads from Taichang Temple, intending to admire them for a while; then, I ended up running into that Evil Dragon causing trouble."

Xin Lin smoothly made up lies.

"Then may I ask how did the lady benefactor break the Prohibition of Taichang Temple?"

Feng Xi did not believe her.

Inside Taichang Temple, the security was strict, especially in the small courtyard he inhabited, where ordinary Spiritual Power and True Qi couldn’t be used.

That’s why he felt assured leaving Xin Lin there.

Um...

Facing the question, Xin Lin became momentarily speechless.

She chuckled dryly twice.

"Your weak Prohibition can only stop ordinary folks, I’m not an ordinary person; haven’t you heard that Evil Dragon said I’m the Corpse King’s woman."

Time to brandish the banner of the Pride Corpse to show off a bit.

Xin Lin had just finished speaking when she felt a weird chill down her spine, a pang of guilty conscience arising.

"Are you really the Corpse King’s woman? If so, I mustn’t let you escape; please, allow me to meet with the Corpse King."

Upon hearing this, Monk Feng Xi’s handsome face revealed a look of resolute determination.