Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 12: Face-to-Face

To be honest, Xin Zhuo's conversation didn't make much sense, just like what Hui Rulan said didn't make much sense either.

But what was impressive was his ability to stick to his own ideas, change the subject, and even bring up lines from Lv Xiucai about Ji Wuming's fate.

If this were in the past, this level of keyboard skills would be considered average. A simple remark like "read more books" or "your choice of words is terrible, did you not finish middle school?" would be enough to make the other person lose their temper, itching to retaliate and spew out a barrage of insults.

However, Hui Rulan had never encountered such a situation before. The people she usually encountered were either refined scholars or women and children who worshipped Buddha but were not knowledgeable in literature. Who had ever said such profound words to her?

Even the old nun in the temple, who was knowledgeable in Dharma, only spoke of moral stories or the meaning of Sanskrit scriptures when talking about Buddhism.

Although she felt that the other party might be talking nonsense, she had no way to refute it.

Therefore, she stood there, unsure of how to respond.

"In this world, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. Little benefactor, what you said makes a lot of sense!"

Behind her, Wuxin, the enlightened nun, felt her chest rise and fall uncontrollably. She truly believed that what Xin Zhuo said made a lot of sense.

No one responded.

The autumn wind blew, and the fallen leaves remained the same.

Han Qiniang and Huang Dagui, who were hiding in a thatched cottage in the village, clenched their fists.

The head of the family is so knowledgeable and speaks so well.

Usually, they could only be defeated by the nuns of Shuiyue Temple, but today they finally turned the tables.

"Reading books is indeed useful, no! Our head of the family is amazing!"

Han Jiulang said confidently, full of admiration and admiration for their head of the family. Even if he were to recite those words, he might not be able to do it in a month.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo looked at the silent Hui Rulan and cupped his fist in a salute. "Even so, I still want to thank Junior Sister for her ordinary yet great guidance. It feels as if my soul has been cleansed by the Buddha. Even if the universe were to be destroyed, I will never forget the enlightenment you gave me today. If it weren't for you, I would have been clueless for the rest of my life!"

Winning and then reconciling, preventing the other party from becoming angry and launching a joint attack with the martial nuns of Shuiyue Temple.

This damn lack of security!

Hui Rulan opened her mouth, feeling lost in her heart. What did the other party mean by being arrogant at first and then respectful?

Fortunately, Xin Zhuo quickly clarified for her. "Since we are not different, I have thanked you. Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Can we still maintain a courteous exchange?

"Ah, of course, we also want to thank the little benefactor for enlightening us. Without the little benefactor, we would forever be clueless. We have also been cleansed by the sacred light of the Buddha. Even if... the universe is destroyed, we will not forget the enlightenment you gave us today."

Hui Rulan still did not respond, but Wuxin, the enlightened nun behind her, looked at her with eyes full of wisdom, expressing her gratitude.

"Well said, now go back. Don't come again next time!"

Xin Zhuo turned and returned to the village, his coarse robe swaying in the wind, showing a different kind of radiance.

Han Qiniang and the others quickly went out to meet him, their expressions filled with excitement. "Head of the family, well done! We won!"

"It's nothing. Let's see if they leave."

Xin Zhuo didn't turn around, but signaled to the group of bandits.

Han Qiniang and the others looked outside the village and couldn't help but be surprised.

Xin Zhuo had a bad feeling and turned his head, only to see Wuxin, the enlightened nun, had indeed left, but Hui Rulan had walked straight into the village.

"What does Junior Sister want to do?" Han Qiniang stepped forward, her face full of hostility.

Hui Rulan smiled lightly, despite being a monastic, she exuded charm. She looked past Han Qiniang and looked at Xin Zhuo. "Little benefactor, what you said makes a lot of sense. It seems that I have gained a deeper understanding of Dharma. Therefore, I will not leave tonight. I am willing to have a long conversation with the little benefactor."

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Han Qiniang and the others exchanged glances, their minds filled with question marks. Huang Dagui burst into laughter. "Little nun, don't you know where you are? Aren't you afraid we'll eat you?"

"This physical body, I offer it to you to fill your stomachs. It is also a kind of merit!"

It was still the same words, but they were quite powerful. Hui Rulan walked straight to a room, which happened to be Xin Zhuo's room.

The door opened and closed.

No one knew what Hui Rulan went in to do, perhaps just meditating? Preparing for a long conversation tonight?

"What should the head of the family do?"

Han Qiniang looked at Xin Zhuo. Having dealt with bandits for so long, she really didn't know how to handle this nun who wouldn't budge.

Xin Zhuo was also at a loss. He had encountered a difficult situation.

So, was the other party truly attracted by Own Hukan, or was it a matter of pride, preparing for another debate?

"This nun is not serious!" Cui Ying'er said coldly. "Are the words 'sit knee to knee' used by monks? Sitting knee to knee with a man late at night?"

After being awakened by Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang and the others all looked at their leader at the same time. Could it be... that their previous speculation was true?

Xin Zhuo felt a bit strange about leaving the nun to sleep at home, but he didn't mind. Let her do as she pleased.

During the day, they had nothing to do. They took turns patrolling the foot of the mountain to guard against sudden attacks from Menghu Zhai and the government.

Feeling insecure, Xin Zhuo ran down the mountain peak with Xiaohuang and stayed there for the whole afternoon.

Occasionally, they could see figures moving at the foot of the mountain, but they couldn't tell if they were constables or passersby.

...

Night fell, and everyone ate casually before standing side by side outside Xin Zhuo's room, looking inside.

The room was pitch black. It had been a whole day, and Huirulan hadn't made a sound. Who knew what she was doing inside?

This kind of dry observation was quite boring.

After a while, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi went back to their rooms with a smug look on their faces. Cui Ying'er went down the mountain to patrol with Han Jiulang, and they would switch shifts in the second half of the night.

Han Qiniang had nothing to do, so she stayed by the leader's side, her eyes sharp. "Um... Leader."

"Speak!"

"If she realizes that you have martial arts and wants to spar with you, would you spit at her at night?"

"This..." This question was beyond Xin Zhuo's understanding. Looking at Qiniang, he couldn't tell if she was expecting affirmation or denial. He said with a serious tone, "First of all, she won't ask me to spit at her. Secondly, she is a nun, and I won't accept it. I am a person of integrity!"

"What about sitting knee to knee at night?" Han Qiniang blinked her eyes.

"If she insists on doing that, it's just for everyone to keep warm, with a touch of romance."

"Hmph!" Han Qiniang rolled her eyes and turned back to her room.

The courtyard was quiet.

Xin Zhuo stood there for a while. Actually, he could have stayed in Han Jiulang's room for a while, but on one hand, he didn't want to intrude, and on the other hand, he had a different idea.

This nun called herself a martial arts nun from Shuiyue An Wutang. If he could develop a relationship with her, would it be rewarding?

After thinking it over, he went to the kitchen and took out two cooked potatoes. He returned to the door of the room and lightly knocked.

No one answered.

Asleep?

He pushed the door open, took a moment to adjust to the darkness, and vaguely saw a figure sitting by his own desk, motionless, doing who knows what.

He smiled, groped for the oil lamp, lit it with a flint, turned around with a smile on his face, and then froze in place, almost dropping the potato in his hand.

Huirulan was holding his book "The Strange Book of Ancient Temples" and reading it with great interest.

This... the righteous and resolute image of today was gone.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, Huirulan put down the book and smiled faintly. "I cultivate the Canglan Pure Jade Technique, my vision is excellent, I can read at night!"

Xin Zhuo placed the potato in front of her and pondered for a moment. "Impressive, but I'm curious, why would you read this kind of book?"

"Since the donor can read it, why can't I? After all, there is no difference between bandits and nuns!" Huirulan applied what she learned and answered appropriately.

Xin Zhuo sat on the bed and teased, "Alright then, may I ask, little master, what are your thoughts after reading it?"

Huirulan lazily stretched her waist and smiled charmingly. "The writing is decent, but the plot is lacking. In order to highlight the affairs between men and women, the explanations are forced and the story pace is slowed down, which is somewhat far-fetched!

Moreover, at that time, the physical appearance of men and women was purely imaginary and did not conform to the study of human anatomy. I understand more than the author, with the folk's twenty-eight forms and the court's thirty-six subtleties, all of them are exquisite!"

Xin Zhuo stared blankly at the dignified and beautiful nun Huirulan, momentarily shocked. This... she was truly a highly accomplished monk!

(End of this chapter)