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Chapter 1208 - 832 Wonderful, Wonderful (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Requesting monthly votes!)_2

Chapter 1208: 832 Wonderful, Wonderful (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Requesting monthly votes!)_2

Although the Buddhist Sect is currently fraught with criticism, it does not lack popularity.

There are many pilgrims who come to burn incense and pay respects to the Buddha.

"Do Uncle Shi and the others know about your decision to become a nun?"

Jiang Chen followed beside her, asking softly.

Shi Qianxi was expressionless and did not reply.

"Even if you’re depressed, there’s no need to bow in front of the Buddhist Sect. Nuns are so ugly, it’s better to be a Taoist nun, no need to shave your head."

Jiang Chen genuinely remarked.

As someone from the Taoist Sect, Lan Peizhi and the Taoist nun sister would probably approve of his comment if they heard it.

Shi Qianxi suddenly stopped in her tracks and, without a word, lifted her high heel to step on him.

The usually nimble Jiang Chen was unexpectedly slow to react this time and got squarely stomped on his shoe.

Even if the heel of the strap high heel shoe wasn’t particularly long or sharp, it still made him change color suddenly; fortunately, considering the sanctity of the Buddhist Sect, he managed to hold back his yelp of pain.

Shi Qianxi shot him a cold glance and continued walking forward.

So irritable.

Does she look like someone who’s above worldly concerns?

Jiang Chen took slow breaths and, after resting for a bit, limped to catch up.

"Mom."

They arrived at the entrance of the main hall of the Treasure Hall.

At the doorstep.

Meng Meiling was talking to a monk.

That monk was different from ordinary monks, draped in an eye-catching kasaya.

"Aunt Meng."

Jiang Chen also quickly called out.

The mother of Miss Shi, who looked more like a sister than a mother to Shi Qianxi, noticed Jiang Chen’s limping.

"What happened to your foot?"

"I tripped over a tree root when I came in and fell."

Jiang Chen replied with a relaxed smile.

"Do you need to apply some medicine?"

Meng Meiling showed concern as an elder.

"It’s okay, no trouble."

Meng Meiling nodded, then introduced, "This is Master Hong Hai, the abbot of Zhanghua Temple."

To call her a lay disciple was surely nonsense; Shi Qianxi was probably here for Meng Meiling.

"Greetings, Master."

She started performing again, with a suppressed smile, ladylike and dignified, carrying the poise of nobility.

"Amitabha."

The abbot with his hands clasped together said, "When I first saw Miss Shi, she was but a young girl, and now she has grown into adulthood, time really flies."

"Master, does your temple lack people?"

Shi Qianxi suddenly spoke out of the blue, quite incomprehensibly.

Even the abbot was caught off guard, pausing for a moment before replying, "What does Miss Shi mean by this?"

Shi Qianxi raised her hand and pointed at Jiang Chen, "When he came in just now, he tripped over a tree root. Doesn’t this indicate that he and the Buddha are fated?"

"..."

Jiang Chen stood dumbfounded, his face twitching.

What the heck is she doing!? She has the most venomous woman’s heart indeed.

It was bad enough to almost have a car accident on the road, and now she’s actually trying to sell me off to become a monk.

Jiang Chen hurriedly tried to open his mouth.

Otherwise, if the abbot really took it seriously and nodded, saying indeed he has a fate with Buddha, that would really be the end of it.

Meng Meiling was also caught off guard by her daughter’s statement, and after a moment of shock, she looked at Jiang Chen with a trembling corner of her mouth.

In front of the Buddha, one must maintain solemnity, and so she held back her laughter.

"Master Abbot..."

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak hastily, the abbot had already given him a thorough look, and then he began to speak.

Astonishing roots.

An unparalleled destiny.

These phrases had already flashed through Jiang Chen’s mind.

But it turned out he was flattering himself after all.

"This benefactor... seems to have quite a fortune with the Taoist Sect."

Hearing the abbot’s evaluation, Jiang Chen relaxed and simultaneously felt a quiet shock inside, his gaze inevitably changing as he looked at the high monk at the entrance.

He is an atheist.

Especially against the backdrop of this materialistic era, where is there a true pure land? Nowadays, monks are gradually becoming a profession.

During the day they chant Amitabha in temples, and after work, they drive luxury cars around the city.

But at this moment, this compassionate and kind abbot refreshed his understanding.

Worthy of being the head of a temple.

He’s got something... indeed.

The Master Abbot clasped his hands at Meng Meiling and then walked away.

After the abbot left, Meng Meiling immediately became stern, looking at the unscrupulous Shi Qianxi, "Do you know where you are? How dare you make such jokes, this is outrageous!"

Shi Qianxi’s claimed lay disciple status was obviously a farce, but Jiang Chen knew that the lady of the Jin Hai family was indeed a devout Buddhist believer.

You may not believe, but you must at least maintain a basic reverence.

It’s outrageous.

Indeed way too outrageous.

"Go and apologize to the Buddha."

Meng Meiling exuded an imposing demeanor, brooking no rebuttal.

Although she wielded great authority, Miss Shi found it difficult to defy the authority of her mother. She didn’t even try to argue, but honestly turned around and walked into the main hall of the temple.

There really is a cure for every ailment.

Jiang Chen silently reflected, noticing that his foot suddenly didn’t hurt as much.

Meng Meiling took notice.

Jiang Chen offered a modest smile.

"I’ll go keep her company."

He started walking slowly, passing by Meng Meiling and entering the hall.

Shi Qianxi kneeled on the cushion, hands together in prayer, eyes closed, emulating the form of devotion, but whether she was sincere in her heart, that was another matter.

Jiang Chen stood by, observing the "penitent" witch for a while, then his thoughts drifted back to the temple abbot with the Fiery Eyes he had met earlier.

So he too stepped forward and offered incense to the Buddha statue with solemn reverence.

"That’s enough, the Buddha has heard you and forgiven you."

After offering the incense and seeing that she remained kneeling, Jiang Chen cleared his throat to speak.

Only then did Shi Qianxi open her eyes.

Feeling ashamed was certainly out of the question; it was just unclear what she had said to the Buddha.

She pushed herself up to her feet.

"Where’s Aunt Meng?"

Upon leaving the main hall, Meng Meiling was nowhere to be seen.

"She must have gone to the dining hall."

But really, after paying respects to the Buddha, this lady truly did seem much calmer and more tranquil.

"Shall we also go grab a bite to eat?"

Jiang Chen suggested.

"If you want to go, go by yourself."

Shi Qianxi didn’t seem the least interested in the monastic meal, not at all inheriting her mother’s fine traditions. Jiang Chen could only accompany her as she aimlessly wandered the temple.

The passing monks and pilgrims, as well as the incense in the air, unconsciously cleansed the spirit, bringing tranquility.

"Your foot, is it okay?"

A voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Jiang Chen replied with an indifferent smile, "It’s fine, I’m pretty resilient."

Aunt Meng intended well by bringing her daughter to the temple.

A person like this lady could really use more of the temple’s influence.

The temple was not small.

There was even a small lake within the temple grounds.

In the middle of the lake stood a statue of Guanyin.

Some people were sitting by the lake reciting Buddhist scriptures.

The sound of the Buddha’s name was clear and resonant.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, "When you have time, you could really come with Aunt Meng to worship the Buddha more often."

"What, you really want me to become a nun?"

Jiang Chen chuckled, "Even if you wanted to become a nun, they have to accept you first. You have not cleansed your six senses, they might worry you’d contaminate the purity of the temple grounds."

"How do you know my six senses are not pure?"

Shi Qianxi turned her head.

Jiang Chen didn’t answer, or perhaps he didn’t know how. Ahead, under an old banyan tree, sat a monk surrounded by a group of pilgrims, appearing to tell fortunes.

The two walked over.

The monk had just finished with a customer.

"Would you like a divination?"

Noticing them, the monk asked,

Jiang Chen glanced at the payment code posted on the tree, "How much do you charge?"

"One hundred per draw."

That’s not cheap.

But understandable, temples also need income.

Jiang Chen was about to haggle when Shi Qianxi promptly spoke up: "Give him a reading."

"Pay first."

Though skeptical about such matters, taking it as an offering to the Buddha, Jiang Chen paid via the QR code. But when he looked up from his phone, he found that Shi Qianxi had already taken the divination block from the smiling monk and started to shake it.

Wait a minute.

Wasn’t the reading for him?

What’s going on with you shaking it?

"Clack."

A divination stick popped out.

Jiang Chen could only keep silent.

Shi Qianxi picked up the stick and passed it to the monk.

The monk slowly unrolled it, squinting his eyes to examine.

"Joy upon joy, touching the truth in secrecy.

Mirrors reflecting water, castles in the air.

Trying to ferry stone to fill the sea, or tossing pearls to frighten birds.

Blind to what’s in front, it only causes delay.

Meeting or not meeting, encountering or not.

The moon sinks to the sea’s bottom, while one dwells in dreams."

Shi Qianxi, having drawn the stick for Jiang Chen’s reading, asked, "What does it mean?"

With divination stick in hand, the monk simply shook his head from side to side.

"Wonderful, wonderful."