Beauties in Simulation Cross over into Reality

"Eighteen years..." Xiao Mo looked at the familiar scenery before him, a wave of emotion welling up in his heart. ’These past eighteen years have been far too quiet.’

Thinking back eighteen years, when Xiao Mo had first regained consciousness, he found himself transformed into a ceaselessly crying infant.

He understood at once—this was his second life.

Xiao Mo just hadn’t expected this life to start with such hardship. He had been abandoned by his own parents at the gate of a temple.

Fortunately, an old monk had taken him into the temple.

From then on, Xiao Mo grew up in the temple. He became a monk at a young age, spending his days chanting sutras and his nights in meditation. In the blink of an eye, eighteen years had passed.

With his extraordinary talent and so-called "precocious wisdom," Xiao Mo learned the classics of the Buddhist School at a remarkable speed. His progress in his Realm was not slow in the least.

What’s more, because Xiao Mo was blessed with a handsome face and often interpreted fortune sticks for people at the temple with considerable accuracy, he had earned a bit of a reputation in the surrounding villages.

’I wonder what the state of the world is now,’ Xiao Mo mused silently.

After all these years, he had no idea what the Demon Race’s World had become, let alone how Jing Ci... was doing.

In this second life, the Hundred Generations Book had also imposed a certain restriction: he could not actively reveal his identity to Jing Ci.

Of course, in this life, Xiao Mo had no intention of revealing his reincarnation to her anyway.

Although the Hundred Generations Book had granted him the opportunity of three lifetimes to help Jing Ci reach the Ascension Realm...

...Xiao Mo had a faint feeling that this lifetime might just be enough.

Before he knew it, Xiao Mo had arrived at the courtyard in Yuncai Village where the newlyweds lived.

The Zhu family was overjoyed at the arrival of the monk from Sikong Temple, receiving him with warm and thorough hospitality.

What Xiao Mo had to do was actually quite simple: accompany the groom to welcome the bride, and then stand to the side and chant scriptures to bless the couple during their wedding ceremony.

However, because Xiao Mo’s appearance was so striking, the bridesmaids couldn’t seem to tear their eyes away from him.

They stared blankly at his handsome face, each secretly lamenting, ’What a pity for such a good-looking man to become a Monk.’

Xiao Mo simply offered a faint smile in response to their gazes, paying them no mind.

He ate some vegetarian dishes at the banquet and made sure to pack a portion for Xujing.

"Thank you for your trouble today, Master. This is a small token of our appreciation. Please don’t refuse." The head of the house handed Xiao Mo a red cloth parcel. Inside was the payment for his assistance.

Xiao Mo opened the cloth and looked inside. He took out about twenty percent of the copper coins and handed the rest back to the master of the house. His tone was gentle yet firm. "Donor, this is too much. According to our temple’s rules, I can only accept this amount."

"Oh, it’s alright, it’s alright!" The honest-looking man waved his hand, his face full of sincerity. "Consider the extra money a donation to your esteemed temple. You don’t have to refuse, Master."

"I’m afraid I can’t do that, Donor Zhu. The temple has its rules." Xiao Mo pushed the coins back again. After a moment’s thought, he smiled and said, "How about this? You can keep the money for now. When your family welcomes a grandson in the future, I will come to offer my blessings again. It won’t be too late to accept it then."

"Well... alright, then..." Seeing how insistent Xiao Mo was, the man didn’t press the matter further and gave in. "Take care, Master. In a few days, my family and I will come up the mountain to visit the temple."

"Very well. There’s no need to see me off, Donor Zhu." Xiao Mo placed his palms together, bowed, and took his leave.

Walking through the countryside, Xiao Mo watched the villagers coming and going: children laughing and chasing each other in the fields, women washing clothes by the stream, and men toiling under the sun. His own heart grew quiet with the scene.

Xiao Mo was well aware that the world was far from peaceful.

Most of the Demon Race’s World was still plagued by war and turmoil.

To find such a tranquil and peaceful haven in these chaotic times was a rare blessing indeed.

As he walked, Xiao Mo overheard snippets of conversation from the villagers. It seemed a strikingly beautiful woman had recently arrived in Yuncai Village.

When this woman was mentioned, it wasn’t just the young men who perked up. Even the older women in the village got bright-eyed and spoke about her with animated excitement.

But Xiao Mo paid little attention to this gossip, dismissing it as ordinary village chatter.

...

"Help..."

"Is anyone there..."

"Help..."

Xiao Mo left the village and started up the mountain path. He had just reached the halfway point when he faintly heard cries for help.

From the sound of it, it seemed to be a young woman.

Without a second thought, Xiao Mo hurried in the direction of the voice.

Soon, Xiao Mo arrived at a hillside.

He stood at the top of the slope and looked down. A woman dressed in common hemp clothes was kneeling on the ground.

A bamboo basket was on her back, and one small hand clutched her ankle, her expression filled with pain.

Though the woman was dressed in coarse hemp, her figure was exquisite. Even the simple clothes couldn’t completely conceal her graceful and captivating form.

"Miss, is there anything I can do to help?"

Xiao Mo called down to the woman from the top of the slope.

Hearing someone arrive, the woman happily turned around.

The moment she turned, Xiao Mo was momentarily stunned.

The woman was breathtakingly beautiful. Her features were as exquisite as a Fairy from a painting. She had a pair of enchanting, fox-like eyes that could steal one’s soul, and beneath her elegant nose were plump, rosy lips.

Anyone else who saw her would find it hard to imagine that someone so beautiful could exist in this world.

She was flawlessly, impeccably beautiful.

Moreover, her skin was fair and delicate, not at all what one would expect from a common farm girl.

Even the dirt smudged on her fair cheeks didn’t look dirty. Instead, it served as a perfect accent, adding a touch of piteous charm.

"Oh? A Monk... Master!"

The woman looked up and called to Xiao Mo, her voice as soft and delicate as a willow catkin in the wind.

"I came up the mountain to gather herbs and accidentally fell... Master, can you help me? My foot hurts so much..."

With such a frail and helpless expression, any man who saw her would probably be willing to give his life for her.

"Do you belong to a family nearby, Miss? I can go and fetch them for you," Xiao Mo said, his tone concerned but maintaining a certain distance.

"No, you Monk..." The woman grew anxious upon hearing this, her beautiful eyes looking at Xiao Mo resentfully. "If you leave, what if I run into a villain? Or what if a big beast comes and drags me away?"

She lowered her head, gently rubbing her ankle, her voice laced with grievance. "I really can’t walk... Master, it’s almost dark. Can’t you just carry me down the mountain?"

Xiao Mo shook his head, his tone calm. "But Miss, men and women should not have direct physical contact. Besides, I am a monk."

"So what if you’re a monk?" the woman pouted, retorting indignantly. "There’s a saying that ’saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda.’ You’d be saving me. I don’t care about such trivialities, so why should a Monk like you?"

For a moment, Xiao Mo was at a loss for words.

Seeing Xiao Mo standing there, hesitating and conflicted, the woman’s eyes began to well up with a faint mist. The rims of her eyes turned red, as if she were about to burst into tears at any moment.

"Master, are you really going to stand by and watch me suffer, all for the sake of such a minor detail?"