My Buddha Is Willing to Help You

Baosha Temple?

Qian Shaoyou raised an eyebrow.

Of course he had heard of that name.

Who in Longyou Circuit had not heard of Baosha Temple?

It was said that every Gao monk in that temple possessed heaven-reaching methods. Even the authorities had to show them a measure of respect.

But so what?

When all was said and done, were they not merely a pack of monks who ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name?

Qian Shaoyou did not truly believe in Buddhism. Praying to gods and worshipping Buddha was nothing more than a way to make his mother happy.

Still, sedan chairs were carried by people for one another. He forced a faint smile onto his face and cupped his hands toward the old monk.

"So it is a master from Baosha Temple. My apologies, my apologies."

Seeing how perfunctory he was, Huiyuan feared that he might anger the person beside him. He hurriedly stepped forward, his face piled high with smiles. "Second Young Master, you do not understand. The chief seat, he... upon hearing of your troubles, could not bear it, so he... he decided to lend you a helping hand and settle this matter weighing on your heart!"

"Help me?"

Qian Shaoyou froze, then let out a derisive laugh.

"How?"

He liked hearing flattery, but that did not mean he was stupid.

These bald donkeys would surely just chant a few sutras and sweet-talk him a little.

What damn use would that be?

The old monk was not angered. He merely smiled calmly. "Benefactor, you and that Lady Jiang are bound by a fated connection from a past life, entangled again in this one. This is karma, not something external force can unravel."

"Yet there are good affinities and ill affinities. Your inner demons are now breeding in