puzzled Ye Fan was how a mother could see an extra man in her daughter's bed and not get angry, but instead put on a pained expression and insist that he marry her daughter. How could there be such a...If it were someone else, after torturing Bodhisattva for three full days, nearly bringing her to death's door, they would surely feel awkward or embarrassed when approaching her.

After all, she gained a lot of good from her own body.

If nothing goes wrong, Li Nanfang's strange illness that would make him dream every morning after waking up will disappear completely.

Nobody told Li Nanfang that after almost draining Bai Suzhen, he had gained such a great sense of euphoria.

As for his outburst when Baosi Man was about to die, it could only be described as a form of reciprocity—he had eaten the meat, so he ought to give Baosi Man some soup, at least.

Just this bowl of soup, it made the Bodhisattva extremely satisfied. Not only did it instantly recover her life that was about to disappear, but it also allowed her to return to her original youthful beauty, even surpassing what she had before. Whether it was on her shoulders or in her spirit and energy, she truly resembled a phoenix reborn from ashes, after undergoing nirvana.

Li Nanfang and the process of these few days with Bodhisattva Man, vividly built happiness upon her.

So if it were someone else, when walking over and sitting in front of her, without saying something grateful to her, how could they possibly just sit there nonchalantly They'd at least have to say something nice, right

But Li Nanfang was just Li Nanfang, completely oblivious to all this. It was as if it was natural for him to take whatever he wanted from her, and she would give it willingly. No matter how much she sacrificed, even risking her life, it was just the way things were.

This is the benefit of having thick skin.

"You're pretty good at grilling fish, have you done this before"

Li Nanfang picked up the grilled fish, flipped it over a few times, and took a bite.

It smells good.

He's almost as good a cook as Li Nanfang. Don't forget that he's not only a standard foodie, but also has a very high skill level in cooking. Even He Lan Xiaoxin, who is notoriously picky, found a sense of home after eating his meals—so she truly became part of his family and obediently served as his third wife.

"No."

Bodhisattva's gaze lingered on the fish turning slowly over the fire, her serene smile as constant as ever. "I’ve always lived a hard life," she said softly, "being able to fill my stomach was enough. Who would dream of eating such a large sea fish But I used to roast meat often. If you say this is delicious, it seems there isn't much difference between roasted fish and roasted meat."

Li Nanfang took another bite of fish and mumbled, "What kind of meat did you roast before"

"Hedgehog."

After uttering these two words, Guanyin's eyes flickered as she glanced at Li Nanshan's reaction.

Li Nanfang had no reaction, still eating the grilled fish with relish.

Then Bodhisattva Ma said, "Roast snake again."

Her eyes darted, again, from Li Nanfang's face.

Li Nanshan still ate fish, looking very much at ease.

But more often than not, I roast mice.

The tone of Bodhisattva Man's voice intensified, yet her speech slowed to a deliberate pace. "Almost all the rats are killed by rain floods and then sun-baked by Tai Ci, swelling up like balloons with a stench that fills the air."

Bodhisattva Man said she would roast hedgehogs, snakes, and mice that had been soaked in water until they were balloon-shaped. This was clearly meant to disgust Li Nanfang.

Because she knew very well that many people, especially those like Li Nanfang who were used to a life of luxury, would experience violent spasms in their stomachs at the thought of roasted rat, and some might even run aside to vomit violently.

Of course, Bodhisattva Man didn't completely lie when saying he had roasted these things.

After all, she was considered a candidate for the role of Bo Saixi. During those seventeen years between being selected from twelve contenders and becoming the true Bo Saixi, she truly struggled to survive. Let alone eating rats and hedgehogs, sometimes finding a patch of edible wild plants would already be a blessing.

It was precisely the impoverished life before the age of seventeen, a life so poor it felt like a nightmare, that led to Bosata Man becoming Bosata Man and appreciating the present even more.

The Indian Tian Zhu Men Bodhisattva or Shura Dao Daozhu lineage was not like the later Hankou Shen family's beast path Daozhu lineage, which was passed down within a family. It was more like an audition. First, eight strong contenders were selected from each region. Then, they competed against the other regional champions until twelve true champions were chosen.

The new Bodhisattva Man was chosen from among these twelve elite warriors.

But just like in a draft, there's only one champion, and there's only one Bo Saixi.

Of the twelve girls, the one with the most outstanding figure, appearance, talent, and determination would be the last to laugh and become the true Bodhisattva Man.

As for the other eleven girls who failed, because they had once posed a great threat to Ben Ren's Bodhisattva's climb to the top, their ultimate fate was not very good.

The best outcome they could hope for was to become a sex worker, pushed into the red-light district.

For millennia, the vast majority of failed contenders for the position of Bodhisattva, once the plum blossom's ownership was confirmed, met a tragically unfortunate end.

After all, India's burial of living people technique, together with Thailand's transgenderism and Japan's sex work industry, have become one of the world's top three non-material cultural heritages.

So, on the journey from a young girl to ultimately becoming Bodhisattva Man, it's an extremely arduous path. They all grit their teeth, crane their necks, and stare with intensity, putting in every ounce of effort to hone themselves. No one dares to relax.

Relaxation, fundamentally, means death.

To survive, they must defeat the other Bodhisattva candidates and become the ultimate victor.

In this harsh environment, the girls who struggle to survive are all outstanding in every aspect. Whether it's their figure, appearance, intelligence, or cunning, they possess deadly skills.

This is the real distinction between winners and losers.

Of course, after the selection of Miss Bodhisattva begins, parents of eligible girls can also choose not to have their children participate.

So many people are competing for one "position," especially after barely making it into the top twelve, where they're very likely to disappear forever afterward. The success rate is a pitiful one in ten thousand. To say it's like going to your death might be a slight exaggeration—not every contestant makes it into the top twelve, but it's highly probable that their efforts will be for nothing.

However, please don't forget that women in India are likely not even as valuable as a few cows.

In modern society, women are raped in broad daylight by men, and people only blame her for dressing provocatively to lure men, simply showing no respect for women.

What's even more absurd is that when an Indian girl gets married, her family has to provide a certain amount of dowry.

If a family has too many daughters, her parents will never be able to turn over for the rest of their lives - marrying off daughters means impoverishing the family.

Thus, the Indian people began to call their daughters "a burden."

Who would like to buy loss-making goods

Especially those impoverished families, after giving birth to a daughter, they would rather kill her immediately, lest she grow up and become beautiful, not only failing to bring any economic benefits to the family, but also taking away a share of the family property.

Therefore, under this particular socio-political climate, the status of Indian women is particularly low.

Especially those called the daughters of inferior families, as long as they don't lose money, let alone make them suffer to participate in the Paula Maiden competition, after failing, they will disappear forever. Even if they were killed now, as long as it doesn't violate the law, their parents would be overjoyed.

Moreover, once the daughter who went to compete became the champion, becoming a "Bodhisattva", then her family would immediately rise from poverty.

It truly is the case that when one person achieves enlightenment, it's difficult for even a dog to ascend to heaven.

All the things you could ever want, like houses, cars, servants, and a life of ease without having to do any work—indulging in luxury every day.

The competition for the title of "Tianzhu Men Bodhisattva" in India is even more brutal and arduous than that of becoming a top scholar (Zhongshui) in ancient Chinese feudal society.

No matter how cruel or simplistic, it is ultimately a glimmer of hope.

If you don't make an effort, how can you be sure that a certain daughter isn't the final Bo Saixi

It is precisely the bright future after winning the title that encourages millions of low-status families in India to wholeheartedly support their daughters in participating in the competition for the path of Bodhisattva.

Undoubtedly, having fought her way through thousands, even tens of thousands of competitors to ultimately claim victory, Bodhisattva is exceptional in every aspect – from her figure and appearance to her intelligence and cunning. She is undoubtedly the most outstanding woman of our time.

Similarly, she would also value her current status and position immensely. Every day, she would continuously learn and grow. This was the only way to effectively prevent the elders of Tian Zhu Men from removing her from her post due to her idleness, once again casting her down from her lofty position to the mortal world—the easiest way out was usually being thrown into a snake pit and meeting a gruesome end by venomous bites.

Put yourself in her shoes, imagine what kind of person Bodhisattva would be in this kind of environment. Would she be able to stand out Dare she stand out

Who knows how much tribulation and suffering Bodhisattva Manjushri endured before achieving enlightenment, how many hardships he went through before finally emerging with a radiant and luminous aura

Having dealt with things like dead rats submerged in water, wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary for someone like Paula, before she turned seventeen.

But Bodhisattva Man does not need to be mentioned.

No one wants to talk about the hardships and suffering they've endured in the past, right

Then Bodhisattva Man spoke.

It was just to disgust Li Nanfang.

She tried her best to assassinate Li Nanfang, but she was caught and tortured for three whole days. She was so close to death that her wrists and elbows were about to break—After Phoenix Nirvana, she dared not have any hostility towards Li Nanfang anymore, but she always found opportunities to annoy him, right

It's perfectly reasonable for the Bodhisattva Man to do this.

She hoped that when she said those things, Li Nanshan would think of the scorching sun, overflowing sewage, and rats bloated like balloons, then vomit in disgust.

Although she could be sure that Li Nanfang would definitely see through her deliberate disgust, and it was highly likely that after vomiting profusely, he would be furious and ashamed, grabbing her neck and pinning her to the ground, riding his horse for another three or five days — this was living hell by her own hand.

But she just couldn't help herself.

After saying it, a sense of regret washed over me, mingled with overwhelming fear. My right hand, which held the grilled fish skewer, started to tremble slightly. Images flashed through my mind of that deviant man pinning me down and raping me relentlessly.

To the surprise of Guanyin Bodhisattva, after she said these things, Li Nanfang behaved like a deaf person who hadn't heard anything. He continued to eat fish with relish and occasionally let out approving smacks, even licking his fingers from time to time.

This diligence is truly sickening.

Even more disgusting than when Bodhisattva Ma ate a dead rat.

Sometimes, you have to admit that liking to be a jerk isn't just men, women do it too.

After seeing that Li Nanfang showed no disgusted look, the fear in Bodhisattva's heart was instantly replaced by anger: “What kind of person is this I said it so disgustingly, yet he shows no remorse.”

In a fit of rage, Bosu Man could no longer contain his composure. He snatched the fish fillets from the fire and coldly asked, “Didn’t you hear what I said”

"I heard you, I'm not deaf."

Li Nanfang spat out the fishbone and took a freshly grilled piece from Bo Su Man's hand, then continued to eat.

"Then why don't you feel sick"

"Why am I nauseous"

Li Nanfang asked back in a strange way.

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