Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 308 - 307: Good and Evil Will Eventually be Rewarded

Chapter 308: Chapter 307: Good and Evil Will Eventually be Rewarded

Mianmian considered her great-nephew’s consolation with lowered eyelashes, realizing that it indeed seemed to be the case.

"This was Ayu’s own choice," he said he no longer wanted to hurt others.

Mianmian lay in Su Chenjin’s arms, turning her head to look at Yong Hui in the great hall. If Yong Hui hadn’t gone to that couple’s house and had grown up properly in Fahua Temple, he and Ayu would definitely have become the best of friends, studying Buddha’s Dharma, instead of ending up like this.

However, what would happen to those absorbed wishes?

While Mianmian was pondering this, she saw many golden lotuses wafting out from the statues within the main hall. These lotuses also contained some souls that scattered in all directions, disappearing into the dark night.

Mianmian found this strange and muttered to herself, "That’s not right, souls that have been consumed should not be able to return."

Once consumed, there was no possibility of resurrection.

Yang Xian, who was nearby, also saw these lotuses and with narrowed eyes, he said indifferently, "Didn’t you say you made a wish? Perhaps it’s because of your wish."

Daoist Master Qing Xu nodded, "Little junior sister, you made a wish? That’s remarkable, if your wish included these, perhaps it could indeed come true."

After all, it is the Heavenly Dao that sets the rules. The idea that souls, once consumed, can never be retrieved—couldn’t the Heavenly Dao change that on a whim if it wanted to?

The souls that these lotuses carried away seemed to be devoid of karmic force, likely the virtuous pilgrims. The "Buddha" created by Yong Hui, at the moment he was defeated by little junior sister Mianmian, made a selection, deliberately releasing these innocent souls who had done no wrong.

Upon hearing what Qing Xu said, Mianmian tilted her head, "If Mianmian’s wishes are really that effective, then Mianmian should really wish for mom and dad to wake up~"

After she spoke, seeing Qing Xu frown, she grinned with a smirk, "Mianmian is just joking, where are Bai Bai and the others? Why aren’t they here?"

Su Chenjin looked towards the corner of the building.

"After Daoist Master Qing Xu taught them the incantation to enter the Spiritual Residence, they all tried to find you," Su Chenjin described the recent events in an objective tone, "But none succeeded, so they went to squat in that corner."

"Oh, then... are they sad?" Mianmian was really sleepy, her eyelids drooping together.

It was like this after making the wish, and it was still the case now.

But thinking that Bai Bai was squatting in the corner because he felt bad, Little Bun forced herself to stay alert, walked out of Su Chenjin’s embrace, and slowly ambled to the corner to pat Bai Bai’s head.

"It’s okay, Bai Bai, I’ve come out, don’t be sad, okay?"

Her voice was drawling, almost like a second Su Chenzhou who had stayed up late.

Bai Bai, upon hearing Mianmian’s voice sound like this, pressed his ears further down and turned to look at her. His wolf-like eyes brimming with tears, he opened his mouth pitifully: "Aoowwooowoo."

—I’m sorry, Mianmian, I made a wish with the villain, and I couldn’t even go in to find you, I’m so useless.

Ayu was dead, and the wishes Ayu had made had all scattered with the wind. Bai Bai had returned to his original self, without the ability to speak human language, only howling.

When Mianmian heard Bai Bai’s words, she hugged his neck and comforted softly, "No, you can make whatever choice you want. Mianmian knows that you really had me in mind."

Little Bun, thinking about the issue between Ayu and Yong Hui, added, "So it’s okay, Mianmian is friends with Bai Bai because you are you, Bai Bai. You’re very helpful."

After finishing, noticing that there were a few "mushrooms" staring at her, she hastily added, "The same goes for you, it’s okay, don’t..."

Mid-sentence, Little Bun let out a big yawn and completed with watery eyes, "Be too sad..."

The next second, she fell asleep in the same position while hugging Bai Bai.

Seeing Mianmian asleep, Su Chenjin picked her up and softly said to Daoist Master Qing Xu, "I’ll leave the rest of the aftermath to you, Master."

Daoist Master Qing Xu flicked his duster with an apologetic face, "How can that be a trouble? It was always this old Daoist’s responsibility, yet little junior sister Mianmian has suffered."

Upon hearing this, Su Chenjin’s eyebrows slightly lifted, "Hmm, it is good Daoist Master Qing Xu understands."

Having said that, he turned and took Mianmian to the guest room.

The Dharma assembly wasn’t over yet; they would have to stay another day.

Su Chenjin’s long legs strode toward the guest room, leaving Qing Xu awkwardly stroking his beard behind.

Drawing from his interactions with Su Chenjin thus far, he had always thought him to lack arrogance, not resembling those haughty lords from North City who held long-standing high status. Suddenly being pointed out by Su Chenjin, Qing Xu could now perceive the assertiveness that came from being a businessman wealthy enough to rival a country. The manner revealed was just a facade, the true nature never exposed.

Brushing his beard, Qing Xu suddenly realized a detail he had overlooked.

Among those present, Su Chenjin was the only ordinary person, one who had not even entered the beginning stages of cultivation. Even Yang Xian heard the voice tempting him to make wishes; how could Su Chenjin lack such desires completely?

Daoist Master Qing Xu’s murky eyes shifted slightly.

Like him and Yong Jue, the older they got, the less they dared to speculate on others’ destinies. The fate of the Su Family was naturally too noble to speak of, which was why they amassed a fortune potent enough to rival a country. But as to what this fate entailed, Daoist Master Qing Xu would not dare to speak lightly.

Let it be, it was not his concern. He hadn’t detected the issues in Fahua Temple earlier, but he should handle the aftermath properly.

His concerns lay elsewhere.

Qing Xu flicked his duster again and headed into the main hall.

In the forefront were Yong Hui and Yong Jue, the two aged abbots. One still stood straight, reciting sutras, while the other had his head bowed low.

Qing Xu couldn’t help but sigh.

Fahua Temple thrived, and he had looked into it, thinking they simply had good marketing strategies. Little did he suspect the temple harbored secrets, housing souls attached to Buddha statues, resulting in a man-made Buddha.

The pilgrims’ wishes were fulfilled, and even if insurmountable consequences followed, they wouldn’t blame the temple, instead seeking more fervently the Buddha’s blessings for good fortune.

The old Daoist gazed at the red cords around the Buddha statues, marking the pilgrims’ wishes, and heaved a slight sigh.

The monks continued their chanting until dawn before stopping.

Yong Jue was the first to open his eyes, glancing at Yong Hui before barely opening his own. He then brought his palms together, intoned solemnly, "Amitabha, truly commendable."

While chanting, he had been in deep meditation and was unaware of the events that had transpired.

Nonetheless, what had happened in the square earlier, the incident where Mianmian was drained of her merit, alerted him to a problem within the temple. Now that Yong Hui had reached nirvana and the issue was resolved, all he could do was recite the Great Compassion Mantra for his departed friend and reflect.

Ultimately, every deed of good or evil must meet its consequence; all is cultivation.