CHAPTER 1769: CHAPTER 1776 STRICT PUNISHMENT FOR THE LEWD MONK PART 3

Nangong Yi casually tossed the dead monk onto the couch, deeming it filthy, and wiped his hand on the bed curtains.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a creaking sound from the floor in front of the bed. Fixing his gaze, he saw a ground panel being slowly pushed aside, and a human head emerged, standing upright. In the darkness, the person mistook Nangong Yi for the original monk, and whispered: "Good brother, are you tired? How about I take your place for a while?"

Following that, another person emerged, saying: "I can take over too. Otherwise, brother, you can rest for a while, and we can entertain ourselves for a bit. Once you’ve rested, we’ll let you have it again!"

Hearing this, Nangong Yi grew so angry that his eyeballs turned red. The thought of so many lewd monks coveting his Madam made it impossible for him to control his emotions.

He let out a cold smile, concentrating a surge of inner strength in his palm, and struck fiercely at the two men.

"Bang——"

Before the two monks could even scream, they were sent flying down. Nangong Yi also leapt into the hole, discovering a secret passage about two meters deep at the bottom. Dim oil lamps lit the walls of the passage. In the lantern light, he saw the two monks he had knocked down were already passed out. Although they were unconscious, their garments were tented—clearly aroused!

Without a second thought, Nangong Yi stepped on each man’s chest, sending them to meet the Buddha, then proceeded through the passage towards the inner room.

The passage was narrow, only wide enough for two people to walk side by side. After a few meters, it suddenly opened up, with the lights ahead becoming increasingly bright, accompanied by the low murmur of conversation and laughter.

Nangong Yi hid to the side and looked forward, seeing over a dozen monks sitting in a large underground room, drinking liquor and joking. The room was vast, with four tunnels extending to various cleansing rooms. Presumably, the monks used these tunnels to enter the women’s quarters and commit their vile acts.

"Ah, tonight Xuan Jing really lucked out, encountering an exceptional beauty, unlike my misfortune of having to sleep with a woman over thirty, dry and devoid of interest. Even so, later on, who knows how to go about it!"

"Tsk tsk, if you’re not happy with the old woman, you might as well let Xuan Qing have the chance. That guy can’t go a day without women. He’s been thirsting for three or four days, his eyes bloodshot. Even the female donkey in our temple has been mounted by him, hahahaha..."

"Really?"

"Of course, it’s true. I saw it with my own eyes! That guy is a breeding donkey; as long as it’s a woman, no matter young or old, beautiful or ugly, as long as there’s a hole, it’s fine. So, are you going to let him?"

"Hehehe, I’m just saying. It’s better to have a woman to sleep with than none. Even though the old woman isn’t as youthful and beautiful as Xuan Jing’s little demon, she’s still a woman, better than a female donkey, right?"

The crowd laughed heartily, indulging in vulgarities, boasting about who had the larger member, who had more skills, who played more games with women, who slept with a beauty, and so on...

Nangong Yi listened for a while, growing impatient and about to go out and kill them all, when he saw a monk stumbling out of a passage. The monk was stark naked, bent over, clutching his crotch, his face pale and drenched in sweat, looking exceedingly pained.

"Hey, Xuan Ming, what’s wrong with you? Could it be that you were too quick, and burnt your bird?"

The monks, seeing Xuan Ming in such a state, began to tease.

Xuan Ming trembled, saying: "My eggs... shattered..."

"What? Shattered eggs? How can eggs shatter?"