My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 509 - 509 508 Linyun Temple on Fire

509: Chapter 508: Linyun Temple on Fire 509: Chapter 508: Linyun Temple on Fire In the blink of an eye, they had arrived at the gate of Linyun Temple.

It was fortunate that Su Xuan had good foot strength.

Anyone else would have collapsed from exhaustion by now.

“Put me down, I’ll try walking by myself.”

At the temple gate, carrying her inside seemed disrespectful to the cleanliness and tranquility of Buddhism, so he slowly set He Xia down.

Linyun Temple was somewhat remote, and usually not many people came to pray or make vows, except for a slight increase during weekends.

The moment He Xia’s feet touched the ground, the pain made her forehead sweat, allowing her to walk using only one foot as the main support.

“Let me help you.”

Su Xuan slowly assisted her at the side as they moved forward.

Linyun Temple had a rule that entrance was to be done one person at a time, so Su Xuan had no choice but to wait outside.

Not only did Linyun Temple have a Praying Hall, but it also had a Yin-Yang Hall, commonly known as the Divination Hall.

With nothing better to do, Su Xuan went to the Yin-Yang Hall where a bald man wearing tea-colored glasses said, “Would you like me to tell your fortune?”

“Sure, why not?

If you’re accurate, I’ll pay you, if not, I’ll smash your temple.”

With nothing else to do, Su Xuan thought fortune-telling might be a good distraction.

“Draw a stick.”

Su Xuan took the container, shook it randomly, and a stick fell out.

The monk squinted his eyes, shook his head slightly, and remained silent.

“Dammit, if you have something to say, just say it.

What are you being all mysterious about?”

These were thoughts that crossed Su Xuan’s mind, but as a refined person, of course, he wouldn’t say such things out loud.

“If there’s anything, Master, feel free to speak.

I can handle it.”

“Look at this stick.”

Su Xuan took it and saw the inscription, “The wilderness holds creeping vines, moist with dripping dew.”

“What does that mean?” Su Xuan inquired.

The old monk’s face darkened, and he sighed, “It’s a major portent of bad luck.

This stick means your future will be like that of wild vines, perpetually adrift and aimless.”

“What should I do then?”

Su Xuan’s expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already ablaze with anger.

Don’t think I’m easy to deceive just because I’m less educated.

The verse was from the Book of Songs, Zheng Wind, “The wilderness holds creeping vines.” The full verse includes, “There is a fair lady, graceful as the clear wind.

Accidentally meeting, to live together forever.”

This was clearly a poem about a romantic encounter, yet in this old monk’s mouth, it had turned into an ominous sign.

Composing himself, he asked again, “Then what’s the cure?

I don’t want to spend my life alone and adrift.”

The old monk stayed silent, obviously hoping to pique Su Xuan’s interest.

“Just tell me, money is no issue.”

Su Xuan was growing impatient.

The old monk was too slow with his words, so he urged him to speak quickly.

Seeing Su Xuan turning to leave, the old monk suddenly became animated and slapped the top of his skull as if struck by sudden insight, “Don’t leave, benefactor!

I have finally thought of a solution.” He then pulled out a Ghost Talisman from the paper box behind him.

“This talisman can keep you safe.

Place it under your pillow every night when you sleep, and all will be resolved.”

Just as Su Xuan stepped forward to take it, the monk quickly withdrew the talisman, saying seriously, “This talisman is consecrated with countless prayers at Linyun Temple and requires five thousand yuan of incense money.”

Su Xuan pretended to reach for his wallet, and the monk continued, “This talisman is only effective for one treatment.

To completely avoid future troubles, you need a full treatment course—ten months of buying a talisman each month to ensure your lifelong safety.”

After saying this, the old man eagerly awaited the payment, but Su Xuan just casually flipped through his wallet and then put it away, saying he didn’t bring any money.

Hearing this, the old man became enraged.

After all his efforts, he had run into a penniless person.

“Get out!

You’re not welcome here, just scram!”

Can you imagine these are words said by a bald monk?

Su Xuan’s expression instantly turned cold.

“Say that again.

I didn’t hear you properly.”

Seeing Su Xuan approaching, the old guy felt a bit scared, but he still spoke uncompromisingly, “Get out, didn’t you hear me!”

Crash!

Su Xuan lifted his leg and smashed the divination tube, then grabbed the old man by his collar.

“Though I never kill the elderly, a harmful old thing like you needs a lesson today.”

Bang!

Su Xuan hurled him, sending him crashing against the wall.

For swindling and deceiving for money, such people who take what they shouldn’t deserve nothing less than having their hands disabled.

Crack, crack!

To avoid making too much noise, Su Xuan pulled off a tablecloth and stuffed it into his mouth, silencing him.

Watching the old fellow rolling on the ground in pain, Su Xuan felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Seeing that time was running short, Su Xuan hurried to the entrance of the Praying Hall, anxious as He Xia hadn’t come out yet.

She had an injury on her foot; could she have fallen and passed out from the pain inside?

With this thought, Su Xuan pushed open the door and was immediately stopped by a young Monk who asked what he needed.

“Looking for the woman who just entered.”

“Do not panic, donor, the woman just entered has an injury on her foot and is currently soaking in a hibiscus bath in the back room.

The water contains hundreds of precious Herbal Medicines, and after soaking for half an hour, she will be able to walk normally.”

The young Monk spoke convincingly and clearly without seeming to lie.

However, recalling the deceitful Monk from the Yin-Yang Hall, who couldn’t even interpret divinations properly, he suspected that the Monks here were of poor quality.

And claiming there were hundreds of Herbal Medicines in the bathwater?

That’s not a bath; that’s making soup.

“No, I need to see her.”

“Oh, please don’t make this hard for me.

My master is a high Monk and always takes saving lives and aiding the injured as his duty.

Your friend will be fine.”

“Move aside!”

Su Xuan was truly enraged, feeling that if he delayed any longer, it would be too late.

The young Monk stood unwaveringly in front of Su Xuan, determined to resist unto death.

Bang!

An elbow strike knocked him out, and Su Xuan hurried to the back room to find He Xia.

There were many rooms at the back, but Su Xuan kept moving, faintly smelling a medicinal scent.

Boom!

Knocking was a waste of time; Su Xuan kicked the door open.

The scene inside sent Su Xuan into a fury!

An old Monk was just about to enter a wooden tub after removing his clothes when someone burst in, standing frozen in shock.

The door was locked from the inside; Su Xuan kicked it open explosively.

What infuriated Su Xuan even more was the strange medicinal scent pervading the room, a scent he and Military God had encountered during training on Chifeng Mountain.

Fortunately, Su Xuan used to eat Herbal Medicine like snacks in his early years, which is why minor drugs couldn’t affect him now.

“Is there an antidote?

I’m only going to ask once.”

Su Xuan drew his knife and walked toward the old Monk.

“Yes, yes!

Please spare my life, great hero, spare my life!”

The old Monk knelt down with a thump, taking a small porcelain bottle from the drawer.

Su Xuan opened it and sniffed; its pungent scent confirmed it was the antidote.

Bang!

Su Xuan knocked out the old Monk.

What kind of place is this Linyun Temple?

It’s completely a den of iniquity.

He Xia wanted to shout but didn’t have enough strength, still groggy and recovering.

He Xia scolded him.

The two remained silent; He Xia wanted to speak but lacked the strength, while Su Xuan wanted to look at her but couldn’t get permission.

“What time is it now?”

He Xia suddenly asked.

“After four.”

“So soon?”

He Xia suddenly became anxious.

If Wei Zhentian couldn’t find her, he would surely be worried.

There was no signal on the mountain, making it impossible to call home.

He Xia became frantically restless in the water.

“Help me get dressed, and don’t peek.

If you peek, you can only do it once!

This situation is special, remember not to tell anyone!”

He Xia finally compromised, eager to return home sooner rather than later.

Su Xuan helped her sit up on the edge of the wooden tub and wiped her body with a towel.

With each wipe, the respective part of He Xia’s body twitched unnaturally, and Su Xuan’s slow pace earned him several glaring looks from her.

“Hurry up, stop dilly-dallying,”

He Xia, watching the sky darken outside, urged impatiently.

“Okay.”

Su Xuan, like a soldier awaiting orders, moved forward with the towel in his hand.