The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl-Chapter 366 - 363: On My Knees—You Are the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship
Monk Qingyu cursed and grumbled, for today he had hit a streak of incredibly bad luck.
What should have been a simple business transaction had been ruined, one after another.
After Huang Zhijun left Wanshi Mountain, she flew into a violent rage and scolded Monk Qingyu thoroughly.
The thirty thousand silver taels, naturally, had flown away.
Upon inquiry, Monk Qingyu found that an unknown young monk had disrupted his plan.
He learned that the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship was not in Zhongji Courtyard and stormed in angrily.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a black cloud of Evil Qi quickly dissipating above the left wing room.
Then he heard the sound of someone reciting scriptures.
Monk Qingyu knew then that his deal had been stolen.
How preposterous! Within Taichang Temple, who doesn’t know that Monk Qingyu handles the business of Transcendence rituals?
The Saint Monk Pujisi, being of advanced years, generally does not involve himself in ordinary Transcendence rituals.
This little monk, who had popped up out of nowhere, dared to court death by stirring trouble right under Tai Sui’s nose.
Xin Lin suddenly awoke, glanced at Monk Qingyu’s livid face, and then looked at Monk Jun’s calm demeanor.
"Little benefactor, here is your sword, returning to its rightful owner."
Monk Jun handed the Ancient Sword to Xin Lin.
Xin Lin examined the sword; a flash of surprise crossed his eyes.
The Evil Qi on the sword was gone.
Impressive, Monk Jun!
Truly a follower of the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship, even the scriptures he recited were much stronger than others’, capable of hypnotizing and Transcending.
"Little benefactor, it is getting late. We do not lodge outsiders in the temple; please leave soon."
Monk Jun said indifferently.
With that said, Monk Qingyu, who had still wanted to scheme against Xin Lin, had nothing more to say.
He could only glower with his bulging eyes as Xin Lin confidently walked out right before him.
Before leaving, Xin Lin took another look at Monk Jun and saw his unruffled expression, which reassured him to leave.
After all, Monk Jun is an Imperial Censor and a novice monk under the Minister of Imperial Sacrificial Worship. Remembering how cunningly the monk had tricked him out of his silver taels, Xin Lin instantly felt that his own worries were ungrounded.
That Monk Qingyu was no match for Monk Jun.
Amitabha, Monk Qingyu, may you survive this calamity.
Xin Lin offered a silent prayer for Monk Qingyu and then bolted from Zhongji Courtyard.
Inside the wing room, Monk Qingyu sneered.
"What is your surname and name, and which master’s novice monk are you?"
Having been at Taichang Temple for so long, Monk Qingyu had not seen Monk Jun before.
His pale, delicate complexion would make the uninformed think he was a pampered child kept by some high-ranking noble family.
"I have no master."
Monk Jun shook his head.
"It’s even better that you have no master. Otherwise, your master could not save you from today’s mistake either. Come, seize him and prepare the disciplinary canes."
Monk Qingyu chuckled coldly.
Several Martial Monks closed in.
"Qingyu, do you recognize these?"
Monk Jun calmly pulled out a stack of silver notes from his robe.
Monk Qingyu’s eyes gleamed.
"Youngster, you’ve got some brains, knowing to bribe with silver notes. However, these silver notes are rightfully mine. If you want to avoid punishment, you’ll need to prepare another stack at least."
Greed covered Qingyu’s face, and his hands eagerly reached out to snatch the silver notes.
But as he grabbed the silver notes and pulled...
The lightweight silver notes did not budge, as Monk Jun held them in place with a single finger.
"It’s good that you admit the silver notes are yours; it saves quite a bit of trouble."
"Kid, let go!"
Monk Qingyu exerted force once again, but the silver notes remained immovable.
"Seeking death!"
Enraged, Monk Qingyu threw a punch towards Monk Jun’s forehead.
