Chapter 2 Coexisting in the Mortal World
From then on, the two of us rotted together in this mortal world.
Love and hate? Sort of, barely.
Mainly he killed and I ran.
I wanted to live. He wanted me dead.
The days passed in total chaos.
I changed countless identities, from textile worker to bar singer. He could always find me.
His methods got more high-tech, from compass to GPS, and recently he even started studying big data facial recognition.
Damn, it was rolling this demon to death.
Today I was working at a newly opened cafe by West Lake, pulling latte art on the fifth cup, when my heart suddenly jumped.
It was over.
That locked-on, hair-raising feeling came again.
I threw down the coffee cup and tried to slip out the back door. Just as I reached the alley entrance, a golden light shone down from above.
"Demoness, dust to dust, earth to earth. Eight hundred years. This time I will make you perish in body and spirit!"
The voice was low and magnetic, like a damn voice actor, but what he said was always so punchable.
I looked up and saw Fa Hai hovering in mid-air.
Me: ... Violating the flight ban, Master.
The broken golden bowl in his hand hummed. Beams of Buddha light pressed me almost into revealing my true form.
"Hey! Disturbing the public! Don't you know we advocate scientific cultivation and harmonious development now!" I cursed while trying to find a gap to slip away.
He didn't respond at all. He formed a hand seal: "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon, Om Mani Padme Hum!"
The golden bowl's light surged. My vision blurred. When I came to, I was in a place of broken walls and ruins.
The surroundings were so familiar I wanted to curse.
The old site of Leifeng Pagoda.
Although the tower itself was long gone, I would never forget the aura of this place.
Buddha light formed a cage, trapping me in the center.
He floated down and walked toward me step by step. His kasaya fluttered without wind, his aura fully on display.
"Cough, cough..." I coughed from the Buddha light. "Master, it's been eight hundred years. Can't you change up the routine a bit? Every time it's the golden bowl suppressing people. If you're not tired of it, I am."
He stopped in front of me, looking down at me from above. His gaze was complicated enough to fill a book on the ten thousand ways to exorcise a demoness.
His eyes held hatred and obsession mixed with a heat I couldn't read.
"Sharp-tongued." He evaluated coldly, slowly leaning down and pinching my chin. "Qing She, that mouth of yours has deceived me for eight hundred years."
His fingertips were burning hot, not at all like a monk who should be free of desires.
My face smiled even more seductively. "What? Want to be deceived again?"
His eyes darkened suddenly.
The hand pinching my chin suddenly exerted force. His other hand waved away the Buddha light trapping me.
In my stunned gaze, his entire heavy body pressed down, pinning me firmly against the cold, broken stone tablet.
"Fuck! Fa Hai, what are you doing?! Being a hooligan!"
I panicked. This development was wrong. Shouldn't he continue chanting scriptures to refine me?
His kasaya scattered and covered my body, mixing with the sandalwood scent and his sudden, highly aggressive aura.
His hot lips brushed my earlobe. His breathing was heavy, completely out of rhythm.
"Eight hundred years, Qing She." His voice was hoarse and terrifying. Each word seemed squeezed from between his teeth. "I'm tired of chasing."
A burning, hard thing pressed between my legs, separated by his thin monk pants and my skirt. Its presence was frighteningly strong.
Even if I were dumb, I knew what it was.
"Wait, wait! Fa Hai! Are you fucking crazy?! What kind of enlightened high monk is this! Let me go!"
I was really anxious. I struggled with hands and feet, but his body was steady as a mountain, unmoving.
"High monk?" He chuckled lowly, then actually opened his mouth and bit my sensitive earlobe. His wet hot tongue licked over it. "My Diamond Zen heart shattered on you eight hundred years ago."
"Today," his waist sank fiercely, "I'll change the way and take in this troublemaking demon snake of yours!"
"Mmm—!" The tearing pain and indescribable fullness swept over me instantly as I arched my body. My nails dug hard into the muscles of his back.
He was really crazy.
Buddha light surged around him, but it was no longer pure suppression. It was tainted with thick, dark desire.
He gripped my waist. His movements were fierce and urgent, like a beast caged for eight hundred years finally released. Each thrust nailed me to this stone engraved with Buddhist scriptures.
"Mmm... dead... dead monk... you... mmm..." My curses were shattered by the impacts, turning into sobs.
He kissed my lips, blocking all sounds, sucking and biting as if he wanted to devour me whole.
The long, chaotic entanglement.
I don't know how long it lasted before he slowly pulled away.
My whole body went limp, as if my bones had been removed. I could only gasp.
Then I felt something even more outrageous.
I looked up in horror and met his still dark and turbulent eyes.
"Wait..." Before I could finish, he came again.
Damn.
Was this exorcism or fucking me into submission?
When the sunset dyed the Leifeng Pagoda ruins in an ambiguous golden yellow, he finally seemed satiated. He slowly got up from me, picked up his kasaya, put it on meticulously, and returned to that solemn, dignified dead appearance.
If one ignored the red scratches I left on the side of his neck.
I lay sprawled on the messy kasaya, sore all over, feeling like my snake tail was about to be messed up by him.
He straightened his clothes, leaned down, and picked me up horizontally.
"What are you doing?" I snapped irritably. My throat was hoarse.
"Bringing you back to Jinshan Temple." His expression was blank, his tone as natural as if he were saying the weather was nice today. "To prevent you from harming the human world again."
"... Your current behavior is more like harming the human world, okay?!"
He lowered his head and glanced at me. His eyes were dark and intense. "Then harming only me is enough."
Alright.
Eight hundred years.
This chase finally seemed to have changed into a way I could barely accept.
It was just that my waist couldn't take it.
Damn dead monk.