9 Bodhisattvas Divination (1/2)

Venerable Miao Yin felt flustered and thus subconsciously retreated back until she reached the the back of the Guanyin Bodhisattva statue. Separated by a veil ahead were the men and women who had come to burn incense and pray in the lobby of the main hall.

Watching Venerable Miao Yin's buttocks quiver under the nun clothes, Lin Tianlong pressed forwards.

”How come they are here?” Venerable Miao Yin peeked through the small gap in the veil and saw a woman there. Immediately afterward, she looked at the man beside her. Although the man wore a mask, it wasn't able to prevent her from recognizing him. She couldn't help but soliloquize with astonishment.

”Who is it?” Lin Tianlong pretended to ask curiously while he stuck to the middle-aged pretty nun's body from behind.

His body squished against Venerable Miao Yin's buttocks. She immediately felt a hard, hot thing on her plump ass which was probing the space between her buttcheeks. She could feel its incredible heat even through the clothes. The tender flesh of her buttocks could clearly sense the youth's invasion under the constraint. It was huge, hard and burning hot... Moreover, she could visualize its form through the sensations her skin felt.

The middle-aged nun's body trembled as she moaned faintly, feeling happy, shy, angry yet also embarrassed. She felt elated that her body could elicit a man's, especially a youth's interest. A woman, even if she were a Buddhist nun, possessed some vanity so she couldn't help but rejoice internally; she felt shy because it was possible that this youth was her best friend, Lin Huiyin's son, yet he had already harassed her twice or thrice intentionally or otherwise. Even though she was already a middle-aged woman, it was hard to avoid feeling shy; she felt angry because this damned brat's actions were unbelievable and had a fickle personality. Just now, he had openly expressed that he had fallen in love at first sight with her daughter and in a flash, he had set his eyes on her, a middle-aged nun and began groping her. It was impossible for her to avoid feeling shy and angry. What made her feel embarrassed was that this little baddie looked around 20 years old, around the same age as her daughter. If he were indeed Lin Huiyin' son, he'd be a year younger than her daughter, and he was actually harassing a woman who was in the same grade as his mother so much, that too in such a bold and fearless manner. How could she not feel embarrassed?

Under the humiliation, Venerable Miao Yin looked towards the woman kneeling in front of the Guanyin statue in a prayer. She had an epiphany and grabbed the youth's left hand, pulling it forwards as her right had pushed his back with all her strength. She shouted ahead in a low voice, ”Guanyin delivers a child, fate is determined by the Heavens!”

Lin Tianlong was infatuated with the middle-aged nun's curvaceous body and was caught off guard. He didn't know from where this refined, weak-looking nun mustered up such strength to push his body outside past the veil where incense smoke curled up in the air and was filled with the noise of the crowd. He lost his footing and stiffly knelt down in front of the man and woman ahead of him.

Actually, that man and woman had already entered the Guanyin Temple. Perhaps because the man was sick, or maybe he was afraid of being recognized, he wore a mask which only revealed his forehead and eyes. He surveyed his surroundings sneakily and walked while bowing his head. The woman held an embroidered box in her right hand and seemed like they had come to visit his child delivering Guanyin. When they saw Luo Bingbing, Min Roujia and Meng Xiaomin, they hid behind a nearby pillar.

”Liqing, why's there a wet patch on your back? It smells strange.” The wife discovered a wet section on the back of her husband's shirt, but it didn't seem like it was sweat and also smelled quite odd.

”I have no idea. Isn't it just sweat?” The husband didn't take it seriously and gave a perfunctory reply.

The wife also doubted whether it was sweat, but its odor didn't seem like that of sweat. However, she didn't mention it again as it was a trifling matter.