A Bald Monk Chanting at the Door

"No! Not dismantling! Absolutely not dismantling!"

Master Tongtian snatched the Immortal Slaying Formation Diagram from Xiruan's hand, along with the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, and frantically stuffed them deep into his sleeve.

He didn't want to think about anything else right now, just wanting to quietly stay put and pray that his elder and second elder brothers would give him a chance to explain.

"Daughter, my good daughter."

Master Tongtian crouched down and said in a tone that was almost pleading, "Can we... can we just calm down for a bit? Daddy's a little tired and wants to rest."

"Oh."

Xiruan looked at her father's face, pale as paper, and reluctantly nodded obediently.

"Then Daddy, you rest well. I'll stand guard at the door for you."

Daddy must have been too scared today; he needed to recover.

She was truly a considerate daughter.

Just as Master Tongtian breathed a sigh of relief, another voice seeking an audience came from outside Zixiao Palace.

"This humble monk, Guanyin, acting on the decree of my Buddha, has heard that there seems to be a misunderstanding between the three Eastern Sect Leaders. I have come to this place, willing to act as a mediator and resolve the conflict."

The voice clearly entered the ears of the father and daughter inside the palace.

Master Tongtian's heart skipped a beat.

Guanyin?

Someone from the Western Religious Sect?!

What were they doing here?

Mediating?

Don't fool ghosts! When have these bald monks ever been so kind?

They were here to watch the show and perhaps take advantage of the situation!

Master Tongtian's internal alarm bells went off. He was truly afraid that his fearless daughter would clash with people from the Western Religious Sect again.

Xiruan heard the word "mediator" and immediately pictured the mediator the village chief had invited when Zhang San and Li Si from the village had a debt dispute.

That mediator, while saying nice things on the surface, was actually helping the rich Li Si force the poor Zhang San to sell his land and house to pay off his debts!

"Daddy!"

Xiruan's little face instantly fell, and she said to Tongtian with a grave expression, "Another one! This bald monk must be here to scam us out of our house!"

Tongtian: "..."

He was about to tell Xiruan not to go out.

Daughter, we only have this one small dark room, what house do we have for them to scam!

"No! I have to go out and see!"

Xiruan cautiously peeked out from a crack in the door.

At some point, a shimmering golden lotus platform had appeared outside the door.

On the lotus platform stood a person dressed in white, holding a jade vase, with a compassionate face and a dignified appearance... a big bald monk.

Well, even though this bald monk had hair, in Xiruan's eyes, anyone from the Western Religious Sect was a bald monk.

Moreover, this bald monk looked even brighter and richer than the two golden bald monks she had scared away earlier!

Bodhisattva Guanyin maintained her compassionate smile, quietly waiting for a response from the people inside the palace.

She had come on the orders of the two Sect Leaders.

Firstly, she wanted to see for herself who this mysterious young girl was, who had stirred up the winds and clouds in the Three Realms and dared to smash the Dharma Body of a Saint.

Secondly, she wanted to test whether it was possible to convert such a being with great fortune and potential to their Western Religious Sect.

If successful, it would be immense merit and opportunity for the Western Religious Sect.

As she was contemplating, The main gate of Zixiao Palace slowly opened a crack, and a fluffy little head peeked out from behind the door.

Bodhisattva Guanyin looked closely and her heart trembled slightly.

What a beautifully carved, spirit-infused little girl!

"Hey, bald monk."

"Are you here to scam my house?"

Bodhisattva Guanyin's compassionate smile froze instantly.

Bald... bald monk?

Scam... scam the house?

What... what is going on?

She had cultivated for countless eons, seen countless beings, and witnessed every kind of scene imaginable.

But she swore, in her entire life, she had never heard such an outrageous opening.

Bald?

Scamming for houses?

She looked down at her own immaculate white gown and touched her own lustrous black hair, her mind filled with question marks.

How do I look bald?

Can a place like the Zixiao Palace be described with the word "scam"?

"Little benefactor, you might..."

Guanyin Bodhisattva took a deep breath, striving to maintain her dignified demeanor as a great power.

She intended to use compassion and wisdom to enlighten this child who seemed… rather… unusual.

"Don't talk!"

Xiruan tightly gripped the doorframe, as if afraid the other party would rush in and steal something.

She sized up Guanyin from head to toe, her small nose wrinkling: "You're dressed so nicely, and you're standing on a flower, you look rich!"

"Rich people always come to demand money from debtors!"

"I'm telling you, we don't have a single cent left in our family! If you don't leave, I... I'll sic the dog on you!"

She absolutely couldn't lose face!

Guanyin Bodhisattva was completely speechless.

...She couldn't understand at all... rich, therefore here to collect debts? What kind of logic was that?

Inside the Zixiao Palace, Master Tongtian, listening to his daughter's earth-shattering remarks, felt sweat bead on his palms.

He wished he could die.

It was bad enough being misunderstood by his daughter as owing money, but now, whoever was rich, he owed them money...

"Little benefactor, you truly misunderstand." Guanyin Bodhisattva forced a smile. She decided to change her strategy.

Reasoning wouldn't work, so she had to appeal to emotions.

Gentle Buddhist light emanated from her, and her voice became ethereal and compassionate.

"I am not here to demand anything. I merely saw the overwhelming resentment here, which damages the friendship between the three sect leaders. My heart ached, so I came, hoping to resolve some of it..."

Xiruan blinked her big eyes, even more confused.

What nonsense was this bald woman spouting?

What resentment? What friendship?

She didn't understand.

"Resolve some of it?"

She remembered! The mediator in the village said the same thing!

He said, "We're all neighbors, let's each take a step back and resolve the conflict." And what was the result?

The result was that poor Zhang San had to sell his last piece of land to pay back rich Li Si!

So that's how it is!

This bald woman wasn't here to scam for houses, she was here to scam for land!

"You're a scammer!" Xiruan's temper flared, and she charged out with full force.

"You hypocritical bad bald woman! Worse than that bad accountant and bad village boss!"

She put her little hands on her hips and pointed at Guanyin's nose, scolding non-stop.

"At most, they just come to collect debts, but you, you directly want to scam our land deeds!"

"I'm telling you, no way! Not even a crack in the window!"

Guanyin Bodhisattva was forced to take two steps back by the sudden turn of events.

She was utterly bewildered.

Land deeds?

The land deeds of the Zixiao Palace?

Who would dare to want such a thing?!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun would probably kill the person, drag them out of the River of Destiny, and kill them again?!