The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 352 - 350: Show You Who’s Boss

He sneered.

"No money, yet you want to enter Shansheng Hall? Someone, throw these two poor devils out!"

Just then, from the bamboo path beside them, leapt out seven or eight robust Monks, glaring at Xin Lin with menacing eyes.

"Little Boss, these are all Xuanwu Practitioners, each with at least the cultivation of the Fifth or Sixth Realm, not to be trifled with."

Ma Jingtian beside him saw this and tugged at Xin Lin’s arm.

A mighty dragon cannot crush a local snake; without the boss here, he alone was no match for so many Taichang Temple Monks.

Furthermore, this was merely the most basic Shansheng Hall, the lowest in the hierarchy of Taichang Temple. If things got out of hand, they might attract the attention of other masters from the Temple, and then they would be in trouble they couldn’t walk away from.

Xin Lin glanced at the meat-and-wine Monk, then over at the nearby Shansheng Hall.

In this day and age, not only shops bully their owners, but even temples bully the flock!

Xin Lin hurriedly put on a look of terror, shrinking behind Ma Jingtian.

Meanwhile, Ma Jingtian also hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Master, the child did not know the immensity of Heaven and Earth when speaking. We wish to Transcend nine people, and here are nine thousand taels for your inspection."

Saying so, he quickly took out a handful of silver notes and handed them over.

The meat-and-wine Monk, hearing that nine people needed Transcendence, softened his expression, sensing like he had stumbled upon a fat sheep.

"Saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda. Considering your sensible behavior, let’s leave it at that."

Having said that, he allowed Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian to join the queue at the back.

After waiting for about two hours, Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian were finally summoned.

The two were led into Shansheng Hall.

The Shansheng Hall was nothing more than a small temple-like courtyard.

A Monk in his forties, wrapped in a red Kasaya, sat on a cushion–he must be Master Qingyu, the one the young monk mentioned.

Upon seeing them, the Monk did not even lift his eyelids.

"State the birthdates and eight characters for the individuals for whom you seek Transcendence."

"We don’t know their birthdates and eight characters."

Xin Lin said.

"Don’t know? Then how can we conduct Transcendence and chant Scriptures?"

The Monk, upon hearing this, glared with round eyes, his face full of impatience.

"Master, the deceased are not our family members, but several victim’s spirits. They are within this sword; please take a look and see if you can Transcend them, allowing them to ascend to paradise and reincarnate sooner."

Ma Jingtian hurriedly handed over the Ancient Bronze Sword.

Xin Lin watched from the side, remaining silent.

"Nonsense, how can you Transcend with a broken sword?"

The Monk frowned upon seeing the Ancient Bronze Sword, his face full of displeasure.

"Master, one thousand taels per person, and we have paid."

Xin Lin reminded from the side.

The Monk looked at the Ancient Bronze Sword again, and suddenly the sword in front of him turned into a Money Shaking Sword that glittered with golden light.

"Leave the sword here, go outside and wait. After a quarter of an hour, the Transcendence will be complete."

Monk Qingyu waved his hand, signaling Xin Lin and Ma Jingtian to wait outside.

Having said that, he began reciting the Scriptures.

The two had to wait outside.

"Little Boss, now we’re set; the Haunted House can finally be inhabited."

Ma Jingtian looked greatly relieved.

"Really?"

Xin Lin said with a look that was both smiling and not, as he glanced at Shansheng Hall.

Nine thousand taels, just for mumbling a hardly familiar Buddhist Scripture, and that’s considered Transcendence?

That money really comes too easily, doesn’t it?

Thinking it’ll be so easy to earn her money?

Xin Lin’s eyes deepened.

After Master Qingyu finished reciting the Great Compassionate Mantra once, he was about to call people in.

But just as he got up, a black light flashed suddenly on the Ancient Bronze Sword, and with a buzz, the sword flew up from the ground and slashed towards the bald head of the Monk.