After Nine Cycles of Feigned Death, I Became a Girl — Regretful Disciple, Don’t Love Me Too Much
Chapter 1: Fateful Bond The dark night cloaked the earth, and the crescent moon at the far horizon appeared even colder. After a faint dog bark or two, a groan came from within the temple. Beneath the dignified Buddha Statue, a girl in monk’s robes struggled to sit upright, her gaze fixed on the figure lingering outside the temple do...
Chapter 1: Fateful Bond The dark night cloaked the earth, and the crescent moon at the far horizon appeared even colder. After a faint dog bark or two, a groan came from within the temple. Beneath the dignified Buddha Statue, a girl in monk’s robes struggled to sit upright, her gaze fixed on the figure lingering outside the temple door. The girl’s face was drained of color, exhaustion etched deeply across her features. Those normally gentle green eyes had lost their light, yet the corners of her mouth still held a tender smile. Beside her lay the Subjugation Vajra Pestle and the Demon-Subduing Golden Alms Bowl, while the continuous sounds of the Wooden Fish and Buddhist Bell filled her ears. In front of her were two dishes: one a carefully prepared gourmet meal, the other fresh, bloody Bea
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