After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess — Chapter 295: You stole someone else's luck, it's time to give it back (1) | Moonlight Teatime
Chapter 295: You stole someone else's luck, it's time to give it back (1)
After Being Robbed of Everything, She Returns as a Goddess
Chapter 295: You stole someone else's luck, it's time to give it back (1)
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"......"
The scene was rather quiet—one could say it was dead silent.
Even the young monk holding the lantern nearby was a little dumbfounded.
Master Miaoguang was indeed a renowned figure in this circle.
Anyone who came to Xizhou Lincheng for a visit would almost always come to Liushan Temple to burn incense and offer prayers.
However, there were certain matters that could not be spoken about too bluntly. Even Master Miaoguang would only drop subtle hints.
Yet, even these subtle hints could provide profound benefits to those who received them.
Over the years, Master Miaoguang’s reputation had spread far and wide, even reaching other cities.
In the decades he had presided over Liushan Temple, its incense offerings had only grown more prosperous.
He had numerous disciples and was deeply respected.
But when had anyone ever witnessed him treat a mere talisman paper with such profound reverence and even go so far as to address someone as "senior"?
What kind of existence could make Master Miaoguang call them "senior"?
The young monk, with his small, bald head, dropped to his knees with a "thud."
Madam Pei’s voice came to an abrupt halt.
She looked up abruptly, seeing Master Miaoguang's expression full of respect. Something in her mind seemed to snap with a sharp "twang," and her ears started ringing.
Pei Mengzhi was equally stunned, stammering,“Master, did you just say... senior?”
“Yes,” Master Miaoguang replied, pinching the talisman paper between his fingers.“This talisman was clearly completed in a single thought. It shows that the senior not only possesses refined skills but also immense talent.”
He pressed his hands together in a gesture of respect and bowed again,“Despite decades of dedicated practice, I still cannot achieve this. I am ashamed.”
The young monk nearby was even more shocked.
In this circle, the distinction between seniors and juniors was based on skill, not age.
Even someone nearing seventy years of age would respectfully call a young master “senior” if they were skilled enough.
Madam Pei’s face froze, and her voice trembled from deep in her throat,“Master, are you saying... this talisman is real?”
“Of course, it’s real,” Master Miaoguang said, glancing up and down at Pei Mengzhi.“This gentleman’s face shows signs of misfortune, an omen of an early death. In the past, he has been fortunate enough to escape it.”
“But as time goes on, it will become harder to avoid. This talisman can save his life at a critical moment.”
Pei Mengzhi nodded excitedly,“Yes, yes, that’s exactly what she said!”
“Master, is there any way to save him?” Madam Pei asked in a panic,“Can my son still be saved?”
“Your son has formed a good karmic bond. You don’t need to worry,” Master Miaoguang replied with sharp clarity.“But as for Madam, your situation is not as fortunate. Losing your wealth is a small matter; losing your life is a serious one.”
Madam Pei felt as if she had been struck by lightning, her face turning deathly pale in an instant.
Pei Mengzhi asked urgently, “Master, do you also know about my family’s situation?”
Master Miaoguang recited a Buddhist chant apologetically, “The poor monk’s skills are inadequate. The cold energy has lingered on both madam and master for a long time. Forgive me, but I am powerless to help.”
Madam Pei was incredulous. “Even you can’t do anything?”
“If my master were to come out of seclusion, there might still be hope,” Master Miaoguang said with a shake of his head. “But unfortunately, my master left to wander the world decades ago. Even I, as his disciple, don’t know where he is now.”
After a pause, his gaze turned sharper. “But since the two of you already have the help of a senior master, why come to the poor monk?”
Madam Pei forced a smile. “Master, this…”
How could she admit now that not only did she not believe in the senior master, but she had also thought Si Fuqing was a jinx?
Master Miaoguang had already understood. He shook his head. “What a pity, what a pity. Jingyuan, see the guests out.”
Madam Pei wanted to say more, but Master Miaoguang had already sat down again and closed his eyes.
She had no choice but to leave.
The next person seeking an audience was Zuo Qingya.
“Brother Mengzhi, what are you here to pray for?” she asked cheerfully. “I’m here to get a talisman for my grandmother.”
Hearing this, Pei Mengzhi gave her a strange look.
Idiot.
But he didn’t have the heart to say the words out loud.
Madam Pei glared at Zuo Qingya with a hostile expression.
Zuo Qingya was startled. “M-Madam Pei, what’s wrong with you?”
“Let’s go,” Madam Pei said coldly. “Don’t come near our house anymore. You’re not welcome.”
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