Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 309 - 308: The Computer is Indeed Useful

Chapter 309: Chapter 308: The Computer is Indeed Useful

The other monks who were chanting sutras opened their eyes after Abbot Yong Hui stopped his meditation.

The monks of Fahua Temple, once they opened their eyes, saw that their abbot had not risen. The two at the front immediately went to assist him.

"Master?"

As they helped him, they felt puzzled: it was not like the Master to finish chanting sutras and not know to get up. What was happening?

It was only when they touched Yong Hui that they knew the answer.

"The Abbot... how could he be... not dead— he has entered Nirvana! The Abbot has entered Nirvana!"

The monk who cried out in panic caused the patrolling martial monks, who had later joined, to instead reveal a look of relief. The Abbot’s entrance into Nirvana meant that the items hidden inside the Buddha statue had been taken, and no punishment would befall them!

It seemed to be a blessing in disguise!

The passing of Fahua Temple’s Abbot was also shocking news for the other independent cultivators attending the service! They couldn’t believe that the venerable old Abbot, so full of life just yesterday, had gone to meet the Buddha after just one night of chanting sutras.

The crowd buzzed with discussion, and some even asked the chanting monks if they had seen a Ghost Envoy come to claim his soul.

"Abbot Yong Hui was a highly accomplished monk, how could he have entered Nirvana so quickly."

"Right, Abbot Yong Hui should have lived to a ripe old age, how could he have entered Nirvana all of a sudden?"

The onlookers were abuzz with talk, but the monks of Fahua Temple trembled in fear. They all knew the reason behind the temple’s bustling incense trade, and now that the Abbot had mysteriously entered Nirvana, the "Buddha" might be gone as well.

What were they, who knew the truth, to do?

Regardless, with the Abbot’s passing, his funeral had to be arranged according to Fahua Temple’s traditions, and they elected the oldest brother to outline the process.

The difficult part was that Yong Hui had not left a single word about whether his body should continue to be worshiped or be cremated.

After discussing, they decided to proceed with the cremation after today.

As for who would take on the role of Fahua Temple’s Abbot, Daoist Master Qing Xu produced relevant documents indicating that this matter should be postponed.

Upon hearing about the postponement, the monks recalled the gold and silver treasures in the temple’s Buddha statues. Claiming they still had to light incense for the other Buddha statues that day, they scattered, when in reality, they wanted to discuss the treasures away from the others.

They had never imagined that Yong Hui would die, nor did they anticipate that they might one day become the owners of Fahua Temple. But when these monks reached the Side Hall, they discovered the Buddha statues there had already been desecrated.

"How... how come all the treasures inside are gone?"

"What do we do now?"

While the monks were in a state of panic, Little Bun, who had taken the treasures, continued to sleep soundly.

This sleep for Mianmian lasted well into the afternoon before she gradually awoke.

Upon opening her eyes, she found her great-nephew still sleeping, so she carefully got out of bed. Just after stepping down, she saw Bai Bai, Xiaohu, and both Dahuang and Xiaohuang lying on the floor.

Everyone was sleeping so soundly!

Mianmian tiptoed out of the room towards the dining hall for a meal. But halfway through her run, Little Bun could no longer move. She reached up to tear off the talisman on her head and turned back with a sullen expression, "Why would you do that, Qing Xu, why immobilize me?"

Daoist Master Qing Xu blinked, the gaunt little old man purposely tried to appear cute as he said, "Sister Mianmian, you got quite a lot of spoils from Fahua Temple yesterday, didn’t you? Could you share a little with your brother?"

When Mianmian heard that Qing Xu was after the spoils, she hugged her small bag and shook her head firmly, "No, these are Mianmian’s spoils, I can’t give them to you!"

My mother said, what’s won in battle is your own, to be managed by oneself, and no one else should take them away!

Seeing Mianmian’s firm refusal, Qing Xu didn’t tease her further but straightened up and said, "I was just kidding with you, I don’t want your spoils. It’s just that those items ultimately belong to the pilgrims, and it might not be good for Sister Mianmian to keep them close."

Mianmian realized that Daoist Master Qing Xu really didn’t want the items, she let go of her small hand, and earnestly said, "Mianmian plans to use these things for charitable acts and doesn’t intend to keep them. Those temple visitors might need assistance, and when I was telling fortunes before, I saw so many dogs. Everyone said they were stray dogs, and Mianmian wants to take care of them, so they all have a place to live."

"Yang Xian used to wander about, and Mianmian also wants to give people without a home a place to stay, to learn a skill, work hard, and have a place to live."

"There are also those who are sick or in distress, if they need help and are fated to cross paths with Mianmian, these funds could be put to good use."

"If there’s still money left over, Mianmian will share some with you. Your Supernatural Management Bureau must need money too, right?"

"Also, Mianmian just got these items by breaking those Buddha statues yesterday, so they need to be repaired."

Daoist Master Qing Xu listened to Mianmian’s well-organized plan and nodded with a smile, "Good, I knew Mianmian was wise. There is a vegetarian meal waiting for you in the dining hall, go and eat."

As the director of the Supernatural Management Bureau, he had the authority to reclaim these items. However, since little sister Mianmian wasn’t planning on keeping them but instead had significant plans for them, he would let her arrange it herself.

Feeling that Daoist Master Qing Xu truly had no intention to claim the money, Mianmian finally put her mind at ease.

She dashed to the dining hall, where the monks from Shifang Temple had taken over and served her a bowl of rice and vegetables.

After eating her fill, Mianmian didn’t forget her sleeping great-nephew and friends. She asked the monks in the dining hall to help pack the food into containers, and she rushed off to the guest rooms with them.

It was almost dark when Mianmian returned to the guest rooms and just happened to run into Su Chenjin as he was leaving.

Little Bun giggled, raised the packed meal container and handed it to Su Chenjin, "Great-nephew, it’s time to eat~"

Su Chenjin had actually been busy working with his mobile phone and had only intended to rest his eyes for a while but ended up falling asleep. When he woke and found little auntie gone, he went out to look for her, not expecting to be fed by her so soon.

He picked up the meal container and returned to the guest room, saying as he opened it, "Yang Xian is resting next door, Liao An and the others went to listen to Master Yong Jue give a lecture."

Mianmian nodded, "Okay!"

Then she took the small pouch out of her small bag and poured its contents onto the bed. The gold bricks and other things she had taken from the Buddha statues earlier all appeared on the table.

"Great-nephew, I need your help. Mianmian wants to use them for people with fate," she said.

Looking at the pile of gold and silver treasures, Su Chenjin couldn’t help but subtly raise his eyebrow.

Did Fahua Temple accumulate so much wealth?

"I will, great-nephew knows," Su Chenjin nodded, "Keep them for now, and we’ll exchange them later."

"Mm-hmm," Mianmian put all the items away, and after seeing the Soul-hooking Rope, decided to send it along with the evil ghosts she had captured to the Underworld.

She lay down on the bed, her soul left her body, and she descended to the Underworld with the evil ghosts.

The Underworld was empty today, and the Yin Envoys weren’t lined up. During the Ghosts Festival, the ghosts all revel, and even those who died today don’t need to have their souls reaped; they just have to observe their farewell to their family.

When Mianmian arrived at the judge’s office, she immediately saw Ding Song sitting in front of the computer, typing away, while Cui Yu was beside him, watching intently.

"Uncle Cui, I’m here!"

Upon hearing Mianmian’s voice, Cui Yu shifted his gaze from the computer screen.

"Mianmian, why are you coming down here on the Ghosts Festival?" he asked.

Mianmian handed over the bundle of evil ghosts that was like a small black ball, "Mianmian is here to deliver them, and also, for the evil ghosts that came up from the Underworld, Mianmian destroyed many. Will it affect anything?"

Cui Yu’s pale face showed a faint and shallow smile, "It won’t affect anything. These new ones you’ve brought are just the right replacement, aren’t they?"

Hell never lacks evil ghosts.

He handed the evil ghosts over to the Ghost Envoys on duty and pointed to the computer, "This computer is indeed useful. It’s only been a day and a night in the mortal world, and so many plans have been written."