Treasure Monastery?
Qian Shaoyou raised an eyebrow.
Of course, he had heard of that name.
Throughout Longyou Circuit, who had not heard of Treasure Monastery?
Rumor had it that every eminent monk in that monastery possessed heaven-reaching abilities. Even the authorities had to show them some respect.
But so what?
At the end of the day, were they not just a bunch of monks who ate vegetarian food and chanted sutras?
Qian Shaoyou did not truly believe in Buddhism. Praying to gods and worshipping Buddha was merely to make his mother happy.
Still, people carried each other in flower-decked sedan chairs. He forced a smile onto his face and cupped his hands toward the old monk.
"So you are a master from Treasure Monastery. Forgive my disrespect, forgive my disrespect."
Seeing how perfunctory he was, Huiyuan feared that he might offend the person beside him. He hurriedly stepped forward with a smile plastered across his face. "Second Young Master, you do not know this. The Chief Seat... after hearing of your troubles, could not bear it, and thus... thus decided to lend you a hand and help you settle this matter weighing on your heart!"
"Help me?"
Qian Shaoyou froze, then let out a disdainful laugh.
"How?"
He loved hearing flattery, but that did not mean he was a fool.
These bald donkeys would do nothing more than chant a few sutras and sweet-talk him.
What damn use was that?
The old monk was not angered. He merely smiled calmly. "Benefactor, you and the woman surnamed Jiang share a fated bond from a previous life. Your entanglement in this life is karma, not something external forces can resolve."
"Yet bonds may be good bonds or evil bonds. Your inner demons are now breeding in droves. I fear you are about