How to become a Taoist priest starting from a brothel

When Liu Yin came in, she saw that the doctor's hand was still trembling as he wrote the prescription. Listening to the doctor's description and instructions, she felt a pang of pity. Only after the doctor left did she go into the room to see the person.

The room was tidied up very carefully, without the usual exquisite and complicated furnishings. Two beds were placed on either side of the room, with simple curtains hanging on them. She first went to Yinling's bedside and saw that the blood all over her body had been cleaned up. There were no other injuries on her face. She thought of what the doctor had said about her lower body being injured but not affecting anything. The wounds on her body looked serious, but they were just cuts with a knife and would heal in a few days. She was just worried that they would leave scars and affect her future.

Seeing that she was sleeping peacefully, Liu Yin went to the opposite side to check on Luanqin. Thinking of what the doctor had just said, her hand trembled slightly as she lifted the curtain. Suppressing her fear, she took a deep breath and lifted the curtain.

Looking at Luanqin, her pupils contracted. Although Luanqin had already been treated by the doctor, she was still much more seriously injured than Yinling. Thinking of what the doctor had said, Luanqin's hands and feet were broken, her lower body was severely torn, and a lot of filth was pulled out during the treatment. Even more serious was that Luanqin's waist was broken by someone, and she would not only be unable to have children in this life, but she would also never be able to stand up again.

Not only that, Luanqin's face was also slashed beyond recognition by a sharp blade. Liu Yin could hardly imagine what kind of tragic experience she had gone through. The fear in her heart towards Prince Cui and the Anle Prince's Mansion was reflected in Luanqin's injuries and turned into a heart full of anger and hatred.

Liu Yin did not linger there. Her anger had already transformed into countless words, compelling her to quickly take out paper and pen to record it, so that more people would know about this human tragedy and that more people would despise this human demon.

Seven days later, Liu Yin finally calmed down from her surging emotions. Looking at the manuscript she had written, she hesitated whether she should spread it. After all, Luanqin's experience had become the talk of the town in recent days, and she did not want her words to become another weapon to hurt her.

When Qingyin arrived at Qingyin Hall with the manuscript, she found everyone gathered around the door of the room where Luanqin and Luanqin were recuperating, and faint sobbing could be heard coming from inside.

"Mother, please, I can become a teacher and instruct the other sisters. I don't need money or food. I just beg you to have pity on me."

"Stop talking, and don't blame me. Just think of it as bad luck."

When Liu Yin entered the room, she found Luanqin, who should have been resting, lying in the middle of the room in a disheveled state, her face covered in tears, pleading with Xu Mama. Xu Mama sat at the round table with a cold expression, while two unfamiliar maids looked at Luanqin with pity in their eyes, and several unfamiliar helpers stood by.

She glanced around and saw that Yinling had already been moved out. Apart from Mama Xu and the maid Zhou who served her, there wasn't a single person in this room she had seen in Qingyin Pavilion. The scene in front of her instantly reminded her of the scene of Hongyu being tortured back then, and a feeling of sympathy arose in her heart.

She rushed forward to help Luanqin up, but because Luanqin could not exert any strength below her waist, she could not lift her up for a moment. She could only let Luanqin lean against her for the time being before saying to Mama Xu, who was looking at her with surprise, "Mama Xu, Luanqin's injuries have improved now. Let's talk about it later."

"Liu Jianniang, this is none of your business. This is a matter for Qingyin Hall." Mama Xu seemed a little angry because of Liu Yin's interference.

"Since I'm an outsider and shouldn't interfere, why don't you tell me what's going on and let me, an outsider, hear if there's any truth to it?" Liu Yin didn't care about Xu's mother's attitude, since she couldn't control her much now.

"You!" Xu Mama was speechless for a moment before saying helplessly, "Now that Luanqin is useless, I naturally have to arrange a good place for her. After all, Qingyin Hall does not support useless people."

After saying that, Xu Mama gave Liu Yin a meaningful look. Liu Yin naturally understood what she meant. Although she knew that Xu Mama would not spread this matter maliciously, she could not help but be controlled by her. She couldn't help but curse the old hag in her heart.

"What benefits does Mama Xu mention?" Liu Yin glanced at the strangers and had already made a rough guess in her mind.

“Baifangyuan, that’s a wonderful place, perfect for it,” Mrs. Xu casually remarked.

If Liu Yin hadn't possessed the original owner's memories, she might have mistaken this place for a second or third-rate brothel, similar to Yanxia Courtyard. However, she knew that Baifang Garden was extremely famous in the red-light district, and even those who didn't frequent Baifang Garden could recount a few of its extraordinary people and events.

Baifangyuan was located on the outermost edge of Hualiu Lane. Although it was the lowest-class brothel in terms of class, it occupied one of the largest courtyards in Hualiu Lane, with a size of three or four hundred square meters. There were nearly a hundred small houses built in this courtyard, and each room housed a woman, hence the name Baifangyuan (Hundred Fragrances Garden).

Although the name sounds nice and there are many people, the living conditions in Baifangyuan are even worse than those in the lowest-class brothels in Hualiu Lane. No matter how poor the ordinary brothels are, or how despicable the madams are, at least the women can have a bed and some decent wardrobes, dressing tables, and furniture. It's just that it can't compare to the luxurious environment of the third-class brothels, but at least they can still be considered humane.

But Baifangyuan was different. The women didn't even have beds; a straw mat was considered a luxury. They didn't even have clothes. The doors to each room were tightly shut, with only a small window the size of a palm allowing visitors to see what was inside.

Each room was more or less the same: a naked woman on a tattered straw mat, three coins a time. Even the poorest beggar would come every few days. The women had no names; their room numbers were their names.

If the average lifespan of women in brothels is three to five years, then the women in Baifangyuan die on tattered straw mats at most a year and at least a few days. Because the turnover of women is so fast, the madam of Baifangyuan is never willing to spend a lot of money to take in any girls. She is only willing to spend a little money to take in women who are disabled, sick, or old from various brothels. As long as they are not infected with infectious diseases, she dares to take them in even if they don't live for more than a few days. In any case, according to the flow of customers in Baifangyuan, she can break even or even make a profit in just one day.

As a result, Baifangyuan became a special existence in the red-light district, both looked down upon and relied upon by various brothels. However, it was precisely because of Baifangyuan's lack of refinement that it became the largest brothel in the red-light district in terms of customer traffic, since the largest group of people in the world are the poor.

Especially those disabled prostitutes who have just retired from high-class brothels, as soon as they enter Baifang Garden, they will be surrounded by the crowd. They don't care whether the body is clean or not, or whether the person can move. As long as they can touch the fair skin and hug the still soft body, that's enough. After all, in just a few days, the fair and clean beauty will become the most filthy existence.

Baifangyuan wouldn't waste water washing these women, since there would always be some who wouldn't mind, or perhaps if they were too popular, they wouldn't mind having a bucket of cold water poured on them, as long as they could see that it was a person.

So when Liu Yin heard the name Baifangyuan, she felt sorry for Luanqin, not to mention Luanqin herself. She was already trembling uncontrollably in Liu Yin's arms. Her still weak hands opened as if trying to grab something, then fell limply down, and her eyes lost their color.