239: Chapter 239 Can Buddha guarantee my wife will conceive?

Humans are a very strange species; when they encounter problems they cannot solve, they often turn to the Buddha for help, even though they don't actually believe in Buddhism!

For the wealthy, the simplest way to seek the Buddha's help is to throw money at it! Although they don't believe in Buddhism, they believe that the Buddha loves money just as much as they do!

In the backyard of the Green Lamp Temple, a monk wearing a red Kasyapa with a face full of Buddhist radiance and a man in his thirties wearing a diamond-blue suit were strolling through the courtyard!

"Master Qing Yi, I hope you can mention my wife's pregnancy to the Buddha a few more times."

"Amitabha! The Buddha saves those with whom he has a karmic connection! Benefactor Qian, if your heart is sincere, the Dharma will naturally be effective! Why should this poor monk say more?"

"Master Qing Yi, I am sincere, very sincere. I just gave the incense money..."

"Benefactor Qian, you must never mention money! The Buddha saves those with whom he has a karmic connection; the Buddha only looks at fate! To mention money, would that not defile the Dharma?"

"Oh! Don't mention money! Don't mention money! It was my, Qian's, presumption and lack of understanding! Please do not let the Buddha take offense!"

"Benefactor Qian, you may go back in peace. Your wife will remain at this temple for three days. After three days, you may come in person to thank the Buddha and then take her home!"

"Can the Buddha guarantee my wife gets pregnant?"

The monk, his face full of Buddhist radiance and clad in a red Kasyapa, fiddled with a string of vermilion Buddhist beads with one hand while holding the other upright in front of him. He closed his eyes and spoke no more, looking just like a living Buddha!

"Master Qing Yi, I will return in three days to thank the Buddha..."

The man in his thirties in the diamond-blue suit pressed his palms together and bowed to Monk Qing Yi, who looked like a living Buddha, then turned and walked away, leaping into a bright red supercar.

Accompanied by the roar of the supercar's engine, which sounded like a beast's howl, the bright red supercar twisted its rear, screeching against the ground. Whoosh! Like a bullet from a gun, it shot out and completely vanished from Monk Qing Yi's sight.

Monk Qing Yi suddenly opened his eyes. A monk in his twenties wearing a grey-white monk's robe approached with a fawning smile and a slight bow.

"Master, this is a big fish!"

"Hehe..."

"Look at your lack of ambition! Isn't it just a bit of stinking money? Look how excited you are!"

"We monks should remain calm even if Mount Tai collapses before us..."

"That person just gave five hundred million!"

"Holy shit!"

"My Buddha!"

"How much did he give?"

Monk Qing Yi's eyes bulged, and the string of vermilion Buddhist beads he was fiddling with was crushed in an instant, the beads scattering all over the courtyard!

"Master, five hundred million!"

"My dear Buddha!"

"Quick... quick... lock it all in my private vault!"

"I'll go and count it myself later!"

"Yes, Master, I'll go right now..."

"Wait! First, take me to his wife!"

"Benefactor Qian gave so much, I have to let him jump the queue and give his wife some special attention first!"

...

Deep in the backyard of the Green Lamp Temple, in a quiet guest room, a charming young woman in a purple Qipao was bending over with her shapely buttocks up, leaning over a desk to copy Buddhist sutras!

The young woman's exquisite face was lightly powdered, and her rose-like lips were slightly curved upward. The tight purple Qipao was stretched by the two rounded peaks on her chest, feeling as if they might burst out at any second.

Creak!

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of door hinges grinding, the wooden door of the guest room was slowly pushed open.

"Master Qing Yi?"

"Mrs. Qian, have you become accustomed to staying at this humble temple?"

"My husband..."

"He has already left! Mr. Qian asked the Buddha for extra protection to ensure that you conceive a child!"

"Then I shall trouble Master... Master Qing Yi! What are you doing? Let me go! You..."

Thud!

The wooden door of the guest room was slammed shut from the inside and locked!

Rip!

With the sound of black stockings being violently torn, the rapid breathing of the two in the guest room intertwined fiercely, and sweat dripped from their foreheads—'drip! drip!'—onto the bedsheets!

...

Three hours later!

Creak!

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of door hinges grinding, the wooden door of the guest room was violently pulled open, and a monk ran out looking as if he had seen a ghost!

Just as the monk stepped out of the room!

Suddenly!

A fair and slender hand reached out from the guest room, grabbed the monk's pants tightly, and dragged him back by force!

Thud!

The wooden door of the guest room was once again slammed shut from the inside and locked!

"I beg you, Mrs. Qian, let this poor monk go, I really can't do it anymore!"

"The Dharma is sacred and must not be profaned, Mrs. Qian, please conduct yourself with dignity!"

Monk Qing Yi's tragic screams soared into the sky, piercing through the door cracks and making one's scalp tingle!

...

Green Lamp Temple

A diamond-black phantom sr engine roared like a beast, leaving several phantoms on the road as it tore through the air towards the Green Lamp Temple!

Screech!

The rear wheels of the phantom sr suddenly locked up, the tires screeching against the road and plowing a deep rut!

The phantom sr made a beautiful tail-flick, the car body skidding sideways in front of the Green Lamp Temple gate, kicking up a cloud of dust!

Click!

Accompanied by a crisp metallic sound, the door of the phantom sr was slowly pushed open, and a man who was handsome to death, wearing a sharp jet-black suit studded with star-like diamonds, stepped out!

That's right!

The man who was handsome to death and wearing a sharp jet-black suit was Jiang Lan!

A monk in a grey-white monk's robe frowned, his expression darkening instantly. He fiddled with a string of red sandalwood Buddhist beads, held one hand upright before his chest, and walked over slowly.

"Benefactor, the Green Lamp Temple is a sacred Buddhist site. You cannot park at the entrance..."

"Then help me park it!"

Jiang Lan brushed back the hair covering half his face and threw a set of keys with the Phantom logo to the grey-white robed monk.

"Benefactor, this monk is a man of the cloth and does not touch worldly things. Please..."

"One hundred thousand! If you park the car for me, I'll give you one hundred thousand!"

"Benefactor, the Green Lamp Temple is a sacred Buddhist site, and this monk is a man of the cloth. Do not use worldly things to defile..."

"Five hundred thousand!"

"Benefactor..."

"One million! You park the car, and I'll give you one million!"

"Alright! Young Master, please come in, this little monk will park the car for you right away!"

The monk in the grey-white robe grinned, revealing a set of forest-white teeth, and jumped onto the phantom sr.

"Vroom!"

The phantom sr engine suddenly began to roar like a beast, the tires screeching against the ground with a sharp "squeak!" as the rear end swung back and forth!

Suddenly!

The phantom sr shot out like a bullet, turning into a phantom as it drifted in a large S-shape at an extremely tricky angle, hugging the road guardrail, and sped towards the Green Lamp Temple garage!