Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 922 - 448: Picking the Heart with One Hand, Buddha’s Talisman Ghost Baby, _3

"Mom, let’s go home first!"

The place was crowded, and Jin Enxi didn’t want to lose face, especially if today’s incident reached her grandfather or uncle’s ears, which would undoubtedly lead to a scolding.

"I’m not going back, I want to pray to the Buddha!"

Jin Enxi brushed off Jin Myungjin’s hand from her arm, "Stop causing trouble and leave quickly, otherwise when Master Bati Shan comes back, he will blame me!"

"That guy is a scammer!"

Jin Myungjin persuaded, "Bati Shan can’t heal grandfather, but White Oba can, you might as well pray to White Oba!"

Lin Baici chanting scriptures sounded very pleasant too.

"Who are you calling a scammer?"

"Watch your mouth!"

"Jin Enxi, how do you raise your daughter?"

The wealthy socialites lashed out; ordinarily, they would never dare speak to Jin Enxi like this because, relying on her family connections, she was a central figure in this circle. However, these people were now influenced by some Divine Grace and incense, their fondness for Bati Shan increased, and they took his side willingly.

"Shut up!"

Jin Enxi scolded, "Go back home now!"

"Mom!"

Jin Myungjin was annoyed, her eyebrows furrowed, "Where is that Bati Shan?"

"What are you planning to do?"

A group of old ladies immediately surrounded them.

"Xiao Bai, these women are not right!"

Hua Yue Yu could see it too, like those trapped in pyramid schemes, unable to listen to anyone else.

To solve the problem, one must go to the source, and Lin Baici, not wanting to get entangled with these old ladies, patted Jin Myungjin’s shoulder, "Let’s go directly to find that Monk!"

"They mean harm to Master Bati Shan!"

"Don’t let them leave!"

"You haven’t settled the account for the person you hit yet!"

The old ladies were furiously excited.

Lin Baici was considering whether to chant a segment of the Diamond Sutra to calm these old women down when suddenly a hoarse voice, distinctly feminine, rang out,

"Sawasdee ka, what is the commotion here?"

Gu Qingqiu turned around and saw a man about sixty years old.

He was short, thin, his limbs like dried branches and his skin sun-baked and dark. He appeared very sharp, his hair in a buzz cut stood up straight without a strand of white, glossy black, and his eyes were as piercing as a hawk’s. At a glance, it seemed he could see through one’s heart.

Bati Shan noticed Gu Qingqiu’s gaze, swiftly scanned her, and was taken aback.

This girl had high attractiveness, but what Bati Shan focused on more were her eyes, full of spirit.

Seeing her eyes, Bati Shan spontaneously thought of taking Gu Qingqiu as his disciple, the thought wildly took root and grew uncontrollably.

This girl had potential for wisdom!

If cultivated together, it would definitely be enriching.

"Master, good evening!"

"Master!"

"Sawasdee ka, you’ve worked hard!"

A group of old ladies immediately pressed their palms together, greeted Bati Shan with respect,

"Sawasdee ka!"

Bati Shan returned the greeting with a benevolent smile.

He wore the unique yellow monk robes of Siam, his arms exposed, adorned with strange tattoos. However, nobody found it frightful or vulgar; instead, it held a mysterious beauty.

Jin Myungjin glared at Bati Shan.

Bati Shan ignored him and first glanced at the unconscious Akunza, then looked towards Lin Baici.

This youth from Nine States, who had killed one of his disciples with a curse, was recognizable even if turned into ash.

"Esteemed guests, if there is something to discuss, why not talk over tea in the tea room?"

Bati Shan didn’t erupt, but acted with the composure of an enlightened monk, "Wang Saguang, take care of Akunza’s wounds!"

"Yes, Teacher!"

Wang Saguang attended to Akunza.

"Continue with your evening prayers, remember, the heart must be devout, rid of stray thoughts, otherwise, even a decade of praying to Buddha won’t yield the fruit of enlightenment,"

Bati Shan waved his hand.

The group of old ladies immediately showed a deeply grateful expression; the one in the pink yoga outfit was so moved that she knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Bati Shan.

If ordinary people saw this scene, mostly likely, they would be astounded, thinking Bati Shan was truly a high-ranking monk. But people like Lin Baici wouldn’t.

Five minutes later, everyone moved to the tea room.

Bati Shan, considering these were all beautiful women, personally brewed tea.

"Ladies, please have some tea!"

Bati Shan aimed to convert these women into followers, whether to serve him or to take out, it was all too prestigious. Even when encountering opportunities for beneficial exchanges, he could gift them to influential figures.

"What have you done to my mom?"

When it came to his mom, Jin Myungjin couldn’t keep calm and confronted him.

"Enxi has a Buddha’s bone, devoutly practicing will enable reaching a hundred years in life, or ascending to paradise in death!"

Bati Shan hadn’t finished speaking, and Gu Qingqiu already swatted the tea cup in front of her away.

"Asiba, do you think I’m an idiot?"

Jin Enxi was never interested in anything besides family power, but she had taken to praying to Buddha just a few days after her own absence.

Joking, his mom didn’t have any Buddha’s bone; her lifelong dream was to become the president of Da Xian Conglomerate, surrounded by the elite, influential enough to dictate the fate of hundreds of thousands of employees with a single word.

She was a thorough materialist.

Bati Shan smiled and said nothing in his defense.

What he was about to gain, how could he possibly give back?

In Siam, where he had competed for the worship of the Eight-Faced Buddha, he had made acquaintance with Jin Enxi through a friend’s introduction, arriving in Goryeo to treat her father’s illness.