Sun and Moon Are Wrong: Traveling Through Time from Under One Person

Chapter 272: Peach Tree Story (1)

The moment the three of them came to a conclusion, Tong Yueling suddenly floated into the air. Immediately afterwards, a scene slowly came into the eyes of Haoguang and Meng Ning.

Er Guo felt strange about this and asked the two men why they kept staring at the same moon.

Upon seeing this, Meng Ning hurriedly used the Three Truths Manifestation Technique to display the same Yue Ling image in front of Er Guo.

Then Meng Ning, Hao Guang and Er Guo held their breath and stared at the light curtain.

Suddenly, a pair of slender hands appeared within the light curtain. The fingers of these hands were as white as onions and as soft as if they had no bones.

Oddly enough, the entire picture presents a gray tone, not the usual black and white, but it seems like looking at the world through a layer of gauze.

What's going on?" Erguo scratched his head, looking puzzled.

"Shh, don't talk, just keep watching." Meng Ning stopped him in a low voice.

Hao Guang stared at the hands intently. Suddenly, a heat rose from his lower abdomen and spread throughout his body in an instant, as if a fire was burning in his body. He swallowed subconsciously, and his throat was very dry.

"Senior Brother, do you feel..." Hao Guang turned to look at Meng Ning, only to find that he was also blushing, swallowing his saliva, with lustful light flashing in his eyes.

"The owner of these hands is not simple." Meng Ning's voice was a little hoarse. He forced himself to suppress the restlessness in his heart and tried to make his tone sound calmer.

The second fruit cultivation was still shallow, and his body had already begun to tremble all over. At this time, his mouth began to mutter non-stop: "Seductive, too seductive."

Seeing this, Meng Ning secretly cried out that it was not good. He opened his lips slightly and said clearly: "The Supreme Star is always ready to respond. He drives away evil spirits and binds demons, protecting lives and bodies. His wisdom is clear and his mind is at peace..."

As Meng Ningjing chanted his mantra, a faint golden light overflowed from his body, like warm sunlight slowly shining on him, Haoguang, and Erguo.

The light carried a warm and peaceful power, like a spring breeze, gently soothing the three people's restless hearts.

Everyone only felt a cool air flow pouring in from the top of their heads, quickly spreading to their whole bodies, and the irresistible impulse and desire in their hearts were instantly suppressed.

The originally confused thoughts gradually became clear, the distracting thoughts in the mind dissipated like smoke, and the previous lustful thoughts also disappeared.

"Just showing a pair of hands can arouse the lust of the three of us Dharma seekers. It's incredible!"

Hao Guang took a deep breath and said, "I bet that the owner of these hands definitely has a stunning face and figure, and she must be born with a charming figure!"

"Junior brother, what you said is absolutely right." Meng Ning nodded. "In my past experience, I have never met such a powerful person. This woman's talent is obvious. I'm afraid she has already awakened her innate magical power of charm."

The scene continued to flow, and the woman looked up, and what came into her sight was a group of refugees in tattered clothes, with pale faces and skinny bodies. They had already lined up in a long queue in front of the woman, and their eyes were full of desire when they looked at her.

The woman lowered her head, holding a bowl of steaming rice porridge in her hand, and looked around. Next to her was a large barrel filled with the same rice porridge.

She handed the bowl of porridge in her hand to the refugee in front of her, then scooped up another bowl and handed it to the next refugee, repeating this action tirelessly.

During this time, the woman looked around and saw many servants who were distributing porridge like her.

Surprisingly, although Meng Ning and Hao Guang both concluded that this woman must have a peerless beauty, they did not expect that she was wearing the same coarse linen clothes as the servants around her, which was extremely simple.

It seems that the woman is not a princess of the kingdom or a noble family, but just an ordinary servant.

"Is this... distributing porridge?" Erguo was surprised. "How could such a beautiful woman like her do such a thing personally?"

"I don't know, but I always feel something is weird." Hao Guang frowned, also puzzled.

Looking at the crowd begging for porridge, Meng Ning keenly noticed that the way these people looked at the woman, in addition to gratitude, was mixed with a different kind of desire.

Especially when their eyes fell on the woman's fair and slender wrists, that desire turned into a burning fire of desire, as if it wanted to devour the woman whole.

Meng Ning's heart trembled. He was very familiar with this look. It was a man's most primitive desire for a woman.

But the strange thing is that even though these refugees had burning desire in their eyes, they all lined up in an orderly manner and no one dared to step forward and act rashly.

It seems that extreme hunger can really suppress all other desires, including the most primitive instincts.

"Thank you Miss Lu for the porridge. You are really a living Bodhisattva!"

"Miss Lu Fengqiu is really a great philanthropist in our Yangzhou City. She always comes forward to provide disaster relief every time there is a disaster, so that we can have food to eat!"

"Ms. Lu is such a kind person. She repairs bridges and roads, and helps the poor and needy. She is like the reincarnation of Guanyin Bodhisattva!"

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In the team, victims kept thanking a man named 'Lv Fengqiu' as they picked up their bowls of porridge, and their words were full of gratitude and admiration.

From them, Meng Ning learned that this kind-hearted person, Lu Fengqiu, was a famous rich girl in Yangzhou City.

Whenever there was a disaster, she would step forward to provide porridge and relief to the people, and she enjoyed a very high reputation in Yangzhou city.

It's just that the woman in front of him didn't seem to be 'Lü Fengqiu himself'. It was probably that many people mistook her for Lu Fengqiu because of her graceful figure and the charity she was doing.

That’s right, this group of refugees only saw the woman’s figure but not her face.

Not only the victims couldn't see it, but Meng Ning Haoguang and others couldn't see it either. As to why.

There is only one reason. No matter where or when, this woman always wears a thick mask made of black gauze, making it impossible to see her specific face.

Whenever she was mistaken for her young lady, the woman in black veil in the picture would gently shake her head and explain softly: "I am not Miss Lu, I am just Miss Lu's maid."

Her voice was like the flowing of a clear spring or the singing of an oriole, clear and pleasant to the ears, making people feel relaxed and happy, and even their bones soften.

Meng Ning was secretly amazed. This voice was even more beautiful than the heavenly sounds he had heard in his previous life. If it were put in modern times, it would definitely be the material for a top voice actor.

The woman continued to distribute porridge patiently until a scholar in shabby clothes came up to her.

Although the scholar's clothes were shabby, it could not hide his handsome face and elegant temperament. However, his face was a little pale and his lips were very chapped, and it was obvious that he had been hungry for a long time.

He looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes flashed with surprise, then dimmed, and whispered: "Miss, can you give me a bowl of porridge?"

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