Meng Shiwan Knows How to Make Explosives

In a moment, the door was opened from the inside by someone dressed as a monk. He looked her up and down with a detached expression. "Amitabha, whom does the benefactor seek?"

Meng Anli politely asked, "Is Meng Shiwan here?"

The monk's face immediately broke into a smile. "Looking for Shiwan? What relation is the female benefactor to her?"

"I'm her sister."

"I'll take you in."

"Thank you."

This was a Buddhist Academy.

Upon entering, two stern-faced Vajra statues stood guard.

Next were Apsara statues, draped in colorful ribbons, with light and graceful postures, either playing the pipa or holding musical instruments.

Further ahead, eighteen Arhats were displayed on either side, with the halls of five hundred Arhats, the Medicine Buddha Hall, and the Maitreya Buddha Hall flanking them. At the very back stood the Mahavira Hall.

The academy's interior was beyond the Mahavira Hall.

The monk who let her in had been enthusiastically explaining everything.

Seeing the drastic change in his attitude, Meng Anli knew it was because of Meng Shiwan.

She couldn't help but wonder what Meng Shiwan had done.

Even the gatekeeping monk treated her with such deference.

"This is the Zen courtyard where Shiwan stays."

Meng Anli followed the direction he pointed.

In the beautifully landscaped Zen courtyard was a Zen room, open and airy from north to south.

The Zen room contained about thirty meditation cushions.

As it wasn't time for the session yet, people were gathered in small groups.

In the very center, surrounded by many male disciples, was Meng Shiwan.

They were asking her questions with adoring eyes.

She tilted her chin slightly. "That's called explosives. Give me enough raw materials, and I can create something powerful enough to destroy a city."

It was like a thunderbolt, shattering Meng Anli's deliberately suppressed memories.

She remembered!

The day before the Crown Prince and Meng Shiwan's wedding.

The Crown Prince had come to see her.

She begged the Crown Prince to release her, but he said she deserved to die for bullying Meng Shiwan.

She questioned why their ten years of relationship couldn't compare to his two years with Meng Shiwan.

The Crown Prince said Meng Shiwan was the most miraculous woman he had ever met.

Her mind was full of ingenious ideas.

She could make explosives.

She had also created skin cream that made fairies even more beautiful.

Sanitary napkins for menstrual use.

Shower gel for bathing.

Shampoo for washing hair, and through Mo Ziqian's business connections, she had made him a fortune.

She could help him achieve his great ambitions.

He said she was like a rat in a gutter, not even worth a single strand of Shiwan's hair.

Originally, her father, brothers, and Meng Shiwan would come and insult, mock, and belittle her from time to time.

A Yao was also dead.

Her last hope had also belittled her completely.

And she had personally stuffed her into a jade bottle, which only turned her pain into agony, making her forget the Crown Prince's denigration and this crucial information.

Fortunately, she remembered everything.

Fortunately, it wasn't too late.

Meng Shiwan, so these were your advanced knowledge and technology.

In this life, I will never let you grow and prosper.

"Shiwan, your sister is here to see you," the attendant monk called out loudly.

Meng Shiwan's face instantly turned pale.

Mumu turned her head to look, and upon seeing Meng Anli's face, she let out a sigh of relief.

Then, with undisguised disdain, she happily ran over.

"Little Ying Jie Jie, how did you get here?"

Meng Anli said, "Mother, she..."

"Little Ying Jie Jie, your mother sent you?"

The attendant monk heard this and asked curiously, "Isn't she your own sister?"

"Yes, she's a maid who grew up with me. We're like sisters. Her mother is my wet nurse."

The attendant monk looked at Meng Anli with a knowing gaze.

He advised Meng Shiwan, "Shiwan, you are pure and kind, but you should also keep your distance from maids. After all, some people might use your name to deceive others and elevate their own status."

Meng Shiwan affectionately held Meng Anli's hand, "No way~"

Other disciples also walked over and praised her.

"Shiwan is so kind, treating her maid like her own sister."

"But you shouldn't be too good to maids."

"Going by what the attendant monk said, she's using Shiwan to raise her own status?"

"No way~" Meng Shiwan deliberately put on a stern face, but it was just the right amount of puffed-up indignation, making her look endearingly petulant. "Don't talk about Little Ying Jie Jie like that, or I'll get angry."

Meng Anli couldn't help her physical reaction, her chest churning.

She pursed her lips, stopping herself from throwing up.

She didn't want Meng Shiwan to use it as an excuse to cause trouble again.

Meng Shiwan smiled at her, "Little Ying Jie Jie, please wait a moment. We're going to study soon. After we're done, I'll play with you."

"Okay."

Meng Anli retreated back to the doorway.

The attendant monk scoffed and left, flicking his sleeves.