Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 282 - 281: Where is the Zombie

Chapter 282: Chapter 281: Where is the Zombie

While Yang Xian pondered how to respond in a way that would shift people’s aversion from Little Bun, he heard Little Bun’s childish voice: "All Yang Xian said was ’don’t touch.’ What’s so bad about that?"

As Mianmian spoke, she sneakily poked her little head out and winked at Yang Xian across from Su Chenjin.

The tense feeling in Yang Xian’s heart dissipated in an instant, scattered by Little Bun’s endearing actions.

The one who accused Yang Xian frowned and answered, "Little sister, what you said isn’t right. It’s not a big deal when he said ’don’t touch,’ but the most important thing is that after he said it, we couldn’t hear Master Yong Hui’s lecture."

"It’s okay not to hear; Mianmian didn’t hear it either." Mianmian, feeling tired from looking up at people, reached out directly towards Su Chenjin.

Su Chenjin picked up Mianmian, and together they stared at the man.

One tall and one small, one with narrow eyes and the other with round eyes, they combined their gazes to look at the man, yet inadvertently caused a chilling feeling to arise.

The person who initially spoke of Yang Xian’s issues suddenly became a bit nervous.

He stammered in his defense, "How can it not matter? Everyone gathered here hoping to gain some insight today, didn’t they? Master Yong Hui is a highly accomplished monk; his insights are very useful to us."

Someone echoed, "That’s right, in the past Buddhism and Daoism were distinctly separate, but that was an old bad habit. Now in cultivation, we aim to incorporate the best of all schools, and we hermits who explore on our own, with families who cannnot offer much help, certainly need these insights."

"Exactly, this elder brother is right."

"We indeed need them!"

The people in the square became excited, showing agreement with the two speakers.

Yang Xian furrowed his brows, thinking these people were unappreciative.

After believing his words, not only did Mianmian prevent everyone from hearing, but she also inadvertently helped everyone in the square. Yet, these people were still eager to receive those impure teachings, thinking that by not letting them listen, it was actually harming them.

That’s why he disliked dealing with people! In his ten years of wandering, he also had the opportunity to follow some older brothers, be a small gang leader in more leniently governed cities, and engage in theft and other petty crimes, but he refused them all. He simply didn’t want to deal with these social connections.

Feeling annoyed, Yang Xian’s gaze never left Mianmian.

He was very curious about what the somewhat special Little Bun would say next.

"Amitabha." Under Yang Xian’s gaze, Mianmian actually brought her palms together and performed a Buddhist gesture to the arguing man, "Buddha saves those with fate. If we all can’t hear, it means we have no affinity, oh. Mianmian is a child and is not in a hurry, so you shouldn’t be either. There must be other fates waiting for you."

At this moment, the previously silent Master Yong Hui spoke before anyone else, "Little sister’s words are apt. With so many cultivators on the square, is there really not one person who has a fate with the Buddha’s Dharma?"

His smiling face still seemed compassionate and kind.

Su Chenjin sharply detected the trap in Master Yong Hui’s words.

If Little Auntie were to say yes, that it was because everyone lacked fate with Buddha that they couldn’t hear, then she would have deeply offended everyone again.

Today, the square was filled with practitioners, and even though their levels varied greatly and none matched Little Auntie individually, ants can overcome an elephant in large numbers; no one knew what trump cards these people hid.

Was Master Yong Hui’s hostility really necessary to be so obvious?

Su Chenjin prepared to help his Little Auntie with damage control, waiting for her to speak.

"I was saying there’s no affinity." Mianmian blinked her eyes at Master Yong Hui, her baby-fat adorned pale face full of sincerity, "But Mianmian didn’t say it was with the Buddha’s Dharma that we have no affinity. What I meant is that we have no affinity with your insights. Does Abbot Yong Hui think what you say is the Buddha’s Dharma?"

Master Yong Hui’s smile froze on his face.

It was only after his first interaction with Su Mianmian that he realized, this child was truly not ordinary, so young and already so skilled in sophistry!

This statement directly turned the tables on him!

No matter how he responded, it would make him appear to be in the wrong. After all, what he had just shared were his own insights, which had nothing to do with the true Buddha’s Dharma.

The words and examples in the Buddhist scriptures actually didn’t represent the Buddha’s Dharma either.

Nobody knows what the sages of the West are thinking, so who dares to presumptuously claim they can represent the Buddha’s Dharma?

In the crowd, a monk with a face full of pockmarks suddenly smiled.

Even he had suffered a verbal loss at the hands of Su Mianmian; Abbot Yong Hui dared to spar words with Su Mianmian? It was also fortunate that they hadn’t decided to sit down and discuss the matter further; otherwise, Yong Hui would have been struck by lightning and turned into a charred monk long ago!

While the pockmarked monk was thinking this, Mianmian suddenly felt a tickle in her nose and let out a big sneeze.

She sniffled, feeling that this situation seemed familiar.

Her mother had said that Mianmian’s constitution was very strong, she hardly ever fell ill and seldom sneezed.

But previously, at her grandnephew’s home, she sneezed like this when she was interviewed by a reporter.

At that time, it seemed that someone had come over to ask her about her mother, right?

Mianmian surveyed the square but couldn’t make anything out.

She took a small handkerchief out of her small bag, fearing she might sneeze again, and covered her nose with it.

On the stage, Abbot Yong Hui was slowly nodding, his smile meaningful, "How could this humble monk dare to arrogantly represent the Buddha’s Dharma? Perhaps today is simply not destined for everyone to connect with what this old monk has to say."

He took a step back, no longer pressing the issue of why everyone had not heard what he was discussing.

His seemingly modest and deferential demeanor earned the silent praise of the surrounding cultivators: Truly a monk who has achieved Daoism, always so even-tempered.

But was it really that they were not fated to grasp Master Yong Hui’s insights?

After finishing his speech, Abbot Yong Hui made a show of humility before continuing, "Little sister truly has the root of wisdom. Surely everyone wants to hear the young sister’s insights on cultivation. How about this afternoon we have the young sister share her experiences with everyone?"

His invitation was very sincere.

Mianmian quickly waved her hands, "Oh my, Mianmian is just a child, and a child’s insights are only suitable for children, not for speaking with adults."

Abbot Yong Hui’s compassionate and kind gaze swept over the square before he spoke again, "Little sister is being modest. Among us cultivators here, there are those who worship the Great Fairies and walk the earth to accumulate deeds of virtue and goodness. Yet, they have not brought the Great Fairies into Fahua Temple. Little sister managed to bring both zombies and demons in with her. If it were not for little sister’s profound Daoism, how could she make them enter the sacred ground of Buddhism together with her?"

These words were like a bombshell, leaving the cultivators present dumbfounded.

Zombies? Demons? Entered Fahua Temple?

Is this some sort of joke?

What Abbot Yong Hui said was true, indeed, among them were those who had worshiped the Great Fairies since ancient times. These Great Fairies are: the Fox Fairy (fox), Yellow Fairy (weasel), White Fairy (hedgehog), Willow Fairy (snake), and Gray Fairy (mouse), with each family only allowed to worship one Great Fairy, and each Fairy’s followers possessing different skills.

Although commonly referred to as ’Great Fairies,’ they cannot enter places like temples and Daoist Temples, for essentially, they are demons, unable to withstand the sacred presence of holy sites.

Demons aside, zombies—the utmost yin creatures—actually entered as well! Shouldn’t they have been stopped by the Buddhist light at the temple gates?

So, where is the zombie? Who exactly is it? Corpse Poison is not something to be taken lightly!

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