"Han Yu!"
A whisper brought him back to his senses. Looking up, he almost spat out blood.
Was he too hasty to get up?
Before his eyes, there was a vast area filled with bald women, each wearing robes as thin as a cicada's wings. Their faces were either holy, charming, or sending seductive glances. Some were even bold enough to have half-removed their robes.
This time, the location had changed to a Buddha hall, with incense swirling and the room serene and elegant.
A nun, with eyes as gentle as spring, approached Han Yu, tapping a wooden fish, and soon snuggled up to him.
"Benefactor, I'm not good at tapping the wooden fish, could you teach me?"
Han Yu's expression was extremely strange, thinking to himself.
Such wild play! I'm still young; I don't know what tapping the wooden fish means.
Another nun clung to him, rubbing against him for quite a while.
"Benefactor, form is emptiness; could you teach me how to be empty?"
