IS BUDDHIST NIBBANA WORTH A BOY-TO-BOY’S KISS?

MO XIANG TONG XIU — HEAVEN OFFICIAL’S BLESSING — VOLUME THREE — ENGLISH EDITION 2022

This third volume goes on with the flowing magic of this story and storyteller. But first of all, let us clearly bring to some kind of clear definition the question of the relationship two male characters, both looking young, though they are very old, can entertain or get involved in.

“Don’t burn them!” Xie Lian warned. “They’re yao, so if you set them on fire, they’ll emit poisonous gas — you can’t pull them out either!” […] “There are poisonous thorns all over the stems…”

“My gosh, Your Highness is so sweet, thank you for protecting us,” the flower Yao flirtatiously cooed. “Just wait, we’re going to bear fruit soon! We’ll definitely take very good care of you, hee hee hee hee…”

“Men who cultivated abstinence from birth are so hard to come by! Even if your power will drop a level if we deflower you, there is no other way, sorry! Hee hee hee hee…”

“[…] Xie Lian’s method of cultivation required a pure body. Those who worshipped the ascended cultivators who practiced this path were firmly convinced of the transcendence of gods untouched by earthly desires. If they couldn’t protect their purity, their following would no doubt collapse and their powers would be devastated. […]

“The statute of purity was strict at the Royal Holy Temple, and Xie Lian excelled. He was number one in upholding those rules, as he had never broken or breached any of them. He thought himself as steady as a boulder of iron, and not even howling gales could ripple the still water in his heart. He’d undergone many trials and completed them perfectly each time. Yet even if his heart was like still water, he was nonetheless young and thin-skinned. Not to mention there was a little soldier right beside him. Xie Lian couldn’t help feeling embarrassed as he was forced to listen to those Yao flowers blatantly splash their depraved words onto him as that lingering fragrance boiled his blood. His face colored with a humiliated blush, but no matter how much he abhorred his current predicament, he just couldn’t stand up.” (pages 134–135)