Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 283 - 282: Can You Afford to Compensate this Temple?

Chapter 283: Chapter 282: Can You Afford to Compensate this Temple?

All eyes were wandering over the three children sitting quietly behind Mianmian, utterly lacking presence. Some people also glanced at the cat, dog, and chicken that took up two cushions.

Indeed, Bai Bai and the others had followed in and were pretending to listen very seriously as they lay on the cushions.

At this moment, with Mianmian being the focus of attention, Bai Bai had switched from laying to sitting, his round wolf-like eyes fixed on Master Yong Hui, pondering over how to deal with him.

"Animal Zombies?"

"Doesn’t look like it, I think it’s the other three kids."

"They don’t look like it either, their skin is fair and their faces are tender. They seem like normal children."

Some people were just discussing, while others acted more directly, quietly approaching Ying Miao and using a Gossip Mirror on her.

Ying Miao watched the mirror expressionlessly for a few seconds, then lifted her head to look at the person using the mirror with faint disdain in her eyes.

With such a trinket, they expect her to reveal her true form? The Gossip Mirror can’t even break through Little Auntie’s Illusion Talisman, maybe in the next life.

"No reaction to the Gossip Mirror."

"Master Yong Hui’s words cannot be wrong; these must be the ones!"

"It’s not apparent, really not apparent, Master Yong Hui is indeed formidable."

"No, why haven’t Daoist Master Qing Xu and Master Yong Jue said anything? All three are accomplished in their Daoist cultivation; this shouldn’t be happening."

Finally, someone mentioned Qing Xu and Yong Jue. Another added, "Daoist Master Qing Xu is also the head of the Supernatural Management Bureau, appointed by the state. If he can’t even discern children accompanied by demons, then he might as well not be the director."

Not everyone was constantly in North City; some were in seclusion, rigorously cultivating.

In pursuit of progress and wishing to take part in the spiritual gathering of North City, they arrived in North City early before the gathering was to start, lying in wait. These people were completely unaware of the acquaintance between Qing Xu and Mianmian.

As the discussions went on, Qing Xu nudged Yong Jue, "Hey, old bald donkey, we can’t keep silent any longer."

Yong Jue said, "Silent? This monk simply wants to witness little sister’s moment in the spotlight. Don’t presume to know my thoughts with your conjectures!"

Without waiting for Qing Xu’s response, he raised his voice, "You mentioned my name, and I indeed heard it. My relationship with Sister Mianmian is close, and of course, I know the identities of her and her friends. I am silent because their hearts are set on virtue!"

Upon hearing Yong Jue express this view, Master Yong Hui’s gaze fell on him, "Brother Yong Jue, your words are amiss. Whether one leans towards virtue or not isn’t for us to casually articulate, just as the enlightenments I gain from reading the scriptures cannot represent the supreme Buddha’s Dharma."

The two old monks locked gazes, one smiling, the other expressionless.

Mianmian whispered softly into her great-nephew’s ear, feeling sentimental, "Mianmian feels like she’s watching a drama unfold; their way of speaking is quite uncomfortable."

Using her mother’s words, it was rather affected.

Su Chenjin offered a light smile, "Hmm, I feel the same."

In fact, he had long harbored such thoughts, but Little Auntie had simply spoken first.

However, Su Chenjin’s gaze was mostly fixed on Master Yong Hui of Fahua Temple. As the abbot, Yong Hui rarely revealed himself to the crowd. Not just anyone who wished to see him could do so, requiring a matter of karmic destiny.

The place where Master Yong Hui met guests was at the rear hall of Fahua Temple, an area that tourists and pilgrims could not access, patrolled year-round by martial monks.

The last time Fahua Temple hosted a spiritual gathering was three years ago. It wasn’t as crowded as now; back then, people were reluctant to show themselves, fearing suppression.

This year was an exception.

So, could he visit the rear hall this year?

While Su Chenjin was pondering, Master Yong Jue, following Master Yong Hui’s words, said, "You mean to say, you have a way to determine whether they are truly benevolent or not?"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Master Qing Xu flicked his feather duster and squinted his eyes. He was a gaunt old man and his robes were already quite loose. By making such a gesture, he truly gave off the air of an immortal.

Mianmian found this amusing and covered her mouth to giggle at Qing Xu.

Qing Xu also made faces at Mianmian, acting like a mischievous old child.

Seeing Qing Xu draped in righteousness yet making such funny faces, Mianmian got into the playful spirit and mimicked the action of squinting her eyes like Qing Xu.

An old man and a young girl were thus playing games through air, completely indifferent to the tense atmosphere that had enveloped the square following the standoff between the two senior monks.

Behind Qing Xu, his chief disciple was quite helpless.

According to what Masters Yong Jue and Yong Hui had said, the next step would be to prove that the friends of Little Uncle were indeed well-meaning. As soon as there was a real attempt to prove this, it would open up many possibilities.

If it turned out that all the demons and zombies around Little Uncle were "evil," wouldn’t that put Little Uncle in a bind again?

With the situation so serious, his master still had the mood to play eye-squinting games with Little Uncle—ah, really didn’t know what to say!

Just as Qing Xu’s chief disciple had anticipated, Master Yong Hui’s next sentence was indeed, "The old monk indeed has a way to prove it. If they can enter the square, I will commend Little Sister for her profound Daoism, and if they are also calm and composed in front of the Buddha statues, I will acknowledge that they are wholeheartedly benevolent!"

Upon Master Yong Hui’s declaration, the surrounding monks agreed.

One of the monks, whose family worshipped the Willow Fairy, even raised his voice and said, "I too want to see whether the demons and zombies tamed by the Su Family’s Little Auntie are good or evil. If they are allowed to come here based solely on their cultivation base, that would be too unfair to us who worship the five great Immortals!"

"That’s right, during the Dharma assembly, we all have to eat and live together in the square. If they have ulterior motives and do something while we’re off guard, won’t it be our bad luck?"

"Yes, yes, yes, if we get injured or harmed by the zombies and infected with corpse poison, we’ll be at a loss!"

"Daoist Master Qing Xu, give us a word, will you? After all, you’re the head of the Supernatural Management Bureau, living off the country’s rice." Someone mentioned Qing Xu and looked at him, only to see him winking at Mianmian, and almost choked on his own saliva, coughing without catching his breath.

He coughed while hurriedly speaking, "Qing, Daoist Master Qing Xu, cough cough cough, you, what are you doing?!"

In such a solemn occasion of the Dharma assembly, Daoist Master Qing Xu, wearing the purple robe that represented the highest status in Daoism—how could he act so unseemly?

His playful behavior with Little Sister was noticed, and with another flick of his dust-whisk, Qing Xu cleared his throat and said, "Well, since everyone’s concerned, let’s just put it to the test—it’s fine. What do you say, Little Sister?"

Mianmian might have been playing with Qing Xu, but her little ears were standing tall, catching every word that was being said.

She knew that Master Yong Hui on the stage wanted to test her friends, but she wasn’t worried at all, patting her chest, "Mianmian’s friends are of course wholeheartedly benevolent! Absolutely no problem!"

Bring on the test, who’s afraid? Even if there is a problem discovered, Little Bun has the confidence to protect her friends.

After all, everyone present were monks, and there were no outsiders here. Besides quarreling, she was also quite good at fighting! Last time she couldn’t really enjoy a fight against Fen Tian since it was just a split soul, but this time, if there was a fight, she should be able to enjoy it fully, right?

Little Bun, thinking this, asked Su Chenjin, "Great-Great-Nephew, do you think Mianmian’s treasures could compensate for this temple, huh?"

Su Chenjin almost choked himself.

What was Little Auntie thinking inside her little head? Claiming not to be afraid of the test—wasn’t it because Liao An and the others really had no issues?

And now she had suddenly thought about compensating Fahua Temple?

But since Little Auntie had asked, he certainly had to answer.

"A mere temple, knocked down and rebuilt, wouldn’t be an issue, and there’s no need for Little Auntie to go to any expense."