335: Chapter 335 Monks don't talk about money, they only talk about Yuan!

Ye Chen and the other two walked slowly down the mountain path they had come from.

Jin Meiting was being led by his hand, occasionally turning her head to look at Ye Chen's profile, a smile playing on her lips.

The scene at the entrance of the Miao Sect just now was still replaying in her mind...

A-Chen had held her, charging in and out of dozens of people as if entering an uninhabited place.

That feeling of being protected made her heart feel warm.

This was probably a treatment that even Bing Lan had never received...

Miao Renfeng followed behind, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

He looked back at the now-invisible Miao Sect and sighed softly.

A perfectly good sect, betrayed just like that.

But on second thought, following such a master didn't seem like a loss.

The three of them, each with their own thoughts, soon returned to the main road of the scenic area.

There were still many tourists, in groups of two or three, chatting and laughing.

Ye Chen was about to continue walking out, intending to go back and study the shanhai bottle...

Suddenly!

"Amitabha!"

A familiar Buddhist chant came from the side.

Ye Chen paused and turned his head.

He saw the Grey-robed Monk smiling as he emerged from behind a large tree.

Then.

With his hands pressed together, he blocked the path of the three.

Jin Meiting: "..."

Miao Renfeng: "..."

Ye Chen looked at him without speaking.

The monk seemed completely oblivious to the subtle atmosphere; instead, he stepped forward with a look of surprise and sized Ye Chen up.

"Oh my, oh my!"

"Benefactor! This poor monk truly did not misjudge you!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

The monk pressed his hands together with a look of compassion. "Benefactor, look closely. Hasn't that black aura between your brows disappeared?"

Ye Chen: "..."

Jin Meiting: "..."

Miao Renfeng: "..."

The three of them looked at him together, their expressions hard to describe.

The monk continued to talk to himself.

"An hour ago, I saw your forehead was dark and a murderous aura was swirling between your brows, so I knew you were facing a great omen of disaster!"

"But meeting again an hour later, Benefactor, look—"

He pointed at Ye Chen's face. "Isn't that black aura gone? Hasn't it dissipated?"

Ye Chen was silent for two seconds and nodded. "It's gone."

The monk's eyes lit up, and the compassionate smile on his face grew wider.

"That's it!"

"Benefactor, do you know why?"

Ye Chen looked at him and spoke calmly. "Why?"

The monk pressed his hands together and looked up enigmatically.

"Because of this poor monk's peace talisman!"

"Although you didn't buy it at the time, the moment you turned to leave, I silently recited a sutra for you, bestowing the merit of that talisman upon you from afar!"

"This is the Buddha delivering those with whom he has a fated bond!"

"Benefactor, do you understand now?"

"Even without buying it, it still worked. This precisely proves the talisman's efficacy and the deep bond between us!"

Ye Chen: "..."

Jin Meiting: "..."

Miao Renfeng: "..."

It wasn't...

In all his life, he had seen swindlers, but never one this capable of bullshitting.

He failed to sell the talisman an hour ago, yet an hour later, he could actually find another angle to keep selling it?

This skin was simply thicker than the century-old bark of the Miao Sect!

Seeing the three were silent, the monk thought they were swayed, and his smile became even more compassionate.

He stepped forward, hands pressed together, his tone incredibly sincere.

"Benefactor, since this talisman has already taken effect and helped you resolve a calamity, it shows that you have a bond with me and with the Buddha."

"Monks don't talk about money, only about fate."

"But this fate must also have an explanation, right?"

As he spoke, he took out a string of prayer beads and made a hand-rubbing gesture.

"Benefactor, look, could you give some alms? Just a little 'Yuan' to exchange for future peace?"

"Not much, not much, just nine hundred and ninety-eight!"

Ye Chen looked at him and suddenly laughed.

To the monk, that smile was a sign of hope—success was near!

However.

Ye Chen's next words made the smile freeze on his face.

"Monk."

"I think you're about to have a bloody disaster."

The monk was stunned and instinctively touched his face. "Benefactor must be joking. I am perfectly fine, so where would a bloody disaster come from?"

Just as he finished speaking.

A sudden rush of footsteps came from behind, accompanied by a loud shout.

"You damn swindler!"

The monk's expression changed, and he whipped his head around.

He saw a young couple running towards them in a rage.

The man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, his face flushed red, clutching a phone in his hand, looking ready to kill.

The woman was being pulled along, her face pale, one hand clutching her stomach and the other being dragged by the man, stumbling.

When the monk saw these two, his face darkened.

But before he could run, the man rushed up and grabbed him by the collar.

"You damn swindler!"

"Half an hour ago, you said my wife was pregnant and that I needed to buy your Fetal Protection Talisman to ensure the safety of both mother and child!"

"I spent nine hundred and ninety-eight!"

"And the result?"

"Her stomach just started hurting, and I thought the baby was kicking, so I rushed her to the hospital!"

"The doctor checked, and damn it, there's no baby! She's just on her period!"

"Do you understand what a period is?"

"My wife isn't pregnant at all!"

Being held by the collar, the monk smiled apologetically. "Benefactor, please listen to my explanation..."

"Explanation my ass!"

The man shoved him away and slapped the peace talisman onto his face. "Give me back my money! Nine hundred and ninety-eight, not a penny less!"

The monk looked helpless.

"Benefactor, Buddha delivers those with a fated bond. Once the money enters the Merit Box, it belongs to the Buddha. I have no way..."

Hearing this, the man's eyes turned red.

"Stop giving me that bullshit!"

"If you don't return the money today, I'll show you why the flowers are so red!"

As he spoke.

He rolled up his sleeves and was about to charge.

The monk's face changed drastically, and without a word, he turned and ran.

His speed was so fast he didn't seem like a middle-aged person in his fifties at all.

The most ridiculous part was.

While running, he didn't forget to shout to Ye Chen, "Farewell, Benefactor! We shall meet again soon by fate!"

He slipped into the nearby woods and vanished in a few moments.

The man chased for a few steps but couldn't catch up, stomping his feet in anger.

"Damn it! He runs faster than a rabbit!"

His wife clutched her stomach and called out weakly, "Hubby, stop chasing, my stomach hurts..."

Hearing this, the man quickly ran back to support her.

"Honey, are you okay? Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"Go for what? This is so embarrassing!"

The woman glared at him and turned to leave.

The man quickly followed, still muttering, "That damn swindler, I'd better not see him again..."

The two walked further and further away.

Ye Chen and the other two stood there, looking at each other.

Jin Meiting finally couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Miao Renfeng was also speechless.

Such an oddball was actually inside the scenic area!

Ye Chen shook his head and couldn't help but remark, "This monk... is quite a character."

Jin Meiting nodded with a smile.

"Indeed, it's not easy to take swindling to such a level."

Miao Renfeng thought of something. "By the way, Master, he just said we'd meet again by fate. Was he serious? Should I go and catch him?"

Ye Chen waved his hand.

"No need."

"He runs faster than a rabbit. What's the point of catching him?"

The three laughed for a while and continued toward the entrance of the scenic area.

As it turned out...

Just as they arrived at the parking lot, they encountered the monk again.

Ye Chen paused, looking at that dusty grey figure, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The monk was squatting next to an SUV, munching happily on a steamed bun. Hearing footsteps, he looked up and locked eyes with Ye Chen.

He was stunned for a second, and then...

"Amitabha!"

The monk jumped up, stuffed the bun into his robe, pressed his hands together, and his face was instantly covered in a compassionate smile.

"Benefactor! I told you just now that I would see you again!"

"Look, haven't we met again?"

"What does this show?"

"It shows that the bond between us has not ended, and that the Buddha has his own arrangements in the dark!"

Jin Meiting: "..."

Miao Renfeng: "..."

Ye Chen took a deep breath and looked at him. "What exactly do you want?"

The monk pressed his hands together with a look of sincerity.

"Benefactor, I have been thinking carefully. Meeting you three times here today is definitely no accident!"

"It is the will of Heaven!"

"It is a Buddhist bond!"

"So I have decided..."

He paused, took out the peace talisman from his robe, held it with both hands, and offered it to Ye Chen.

"Today, I must give this talisman to you!"

"For free!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "For free?"

The monk nodded solemnly.

"For free!"

"A monk does not lie. If I say I don't want money, I don't!"

"Please accept it, Benefactor, as a small token of my regard!"

Ye Chen was bewildered.

Has this monk taken a liking to pestering him?

Could it be that he knows me?

But if he knows me, why doesn't he say so?

Most importantly...

There was not a hint of true qi fluctuation from the monk, indicating he was just an ordinary person.

Ye Chen rubbed his nose and was about to speak...

"Vroom—"

A sudden roar of engines came from the distance.

Immediately after.

Three black off-road vehicles sped from the parking lot entrance, tires screeching against the ground. With a tail flick, they surrounded Ye Chen and the other two!

The car doors were pulled open almost simultaneously.

Seven or eight black-clad figures leaped out of the cars, surrounding Ye Chen and the others.

Then.

A Middle-aged Man in his forties walked out.

His gaze rested on Ye Chen's face for a few seconds before he spoke in a deep voice, "You are Ye Chen?"

Ye Chen looked at him and spoke flatly.

"That's right. Is there something?"

The Middle-aged Man narrowed his eyes. "Our Son-in-law wants to see you."

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Who is your Son-in-law?"

The Middle-aged Man shook his head, his expression showing no emotion.

"You are not yet worthy of knowing."

"Just follow us."