Farmer’s Wife Has Magic Skills - Chapter 942
Chapter 942: Unconcerned
Editor: Henyee Translations
Chu Qingzhi could hardly kneel before a fraudster. “Do I really have to kneel?” she asked.
The monk replied anxiously, “If you don’t kneel, it won’t work.”
Chu Qingzhi glanced at the monks standing around and questioned, “Why don’t you pray?”
The monk proudly explained, “We have already become servants of the gods, blessed directly by them. We don’t need to kneel.”
Chu Qingzhi was utterly speechless. “Who told you that?”
The monk’s face bore an expression of unwavering belief. “The gods told us in our dreams when we became monks here.”
Chu Qingzhi crossed her arms. “Tell me, do these gods eat meat or are they vegetarian?”
The monk’s face changed, and he looked around fearfully, not wanting to be overheard, his eyes showing hostility. “What do you mean by that?”
Chu Qingzhi asked mockingly, “I saw several fat pigs in your backyard. Are you preparing them for a heavenly offering?”
The monk’s face stiffened momentarily but then returned to normal. “You guessed right, young lady. They are indeed for a heavenly offering.”
Chu Qingzhi laughed. “You recover quickly. It’s a waste for you to be just a servant of gods; you could be a god yourself.”
The monk looked pleased. “Don’t joke around. Being a servant of the gods is already very good.”
Chu Qingzhi, “…”
The delusion runs deep!
The Bliss Master slowly descended back onto the lotus pedestal, opened his eyes, and flicked his whisk. “Now, I will begin to resolve your complex issues, starting from the first row, the first person…”
It was an old woman who eagerly said, “I want to pray to have another son. My daughter has grown up and can help me raise a son.”
The Bliss Master handed her a packet of herbs. “Boil this in three portions and take it. After that, you will successfully have a boy.”
Chu Qingzhi watched the packet of herbs skeptically. What kind of miracle drug was this?
The old woman gratefully accepted the packet, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you, Bliss Master.”
The Bliss Master nodded. “Go back now.”
“Yes,” the old woman said, clutching the packet and walking away satisfied.
The next person was an old man who hesitantly said, “I have recently taken a young concubine, but I find myself lacking vigor at crucial moments. I wish to regain the vitality of my youth.”
The Bliss Master pulled another packet from the lotus pedestal. “Take this medicine, and it will surely rejuvenate you.”
The old man was profusely thankful. “Thank you, Bliss Master, thank you.”
The third was a young woman…
Chu Qingzhi quickly followed the old woman and, in a secluded spot, knocked her unconscious, inspected the medicine, and found it to be ordinary herbs worth no more than a few coins, certainly lacking any fertility benefits. She put the packet back into the old woman’s hands, woke her up, and quickly retreated.
A monk, noticing Chu Qingzhi suddenly reappearing, asked curiously, “Where did you just go?”
Chu Qingzhi playfully responded, “I just did something bad.”
The monk played along. “What bad thing?”
Chu Qingzhi smirked, “If it was bad, why would I tell you?”
The monk, “…”
The monk got slightly angry. “Are you playing with me?”
Chu Qingzhi countered, “What if I am?”
The monk indignantly said, “When it’s time to select the divine child, if you are chosen, I will say you are not qualified.”
Chu Qingzhi, puzzled, asked, “What is a divine child?”
The monk, looking away, “I won’t tell you.”
Chu Qingzhi sent a sliver of spiritual energy into the monk. “What is a divine child?”
The monk explained, “After solving the first row’s issues, the Bliss Master will randomly choose ten divine children to meet the Grand Master of Divine Music. He can bestow enlightenment, allowing one to see gods.”
Chu Qingzhi was speechless at yet another layer of deception, “Where is this Grand Master of Divine Music?”
The monk pointed to a seven-tiered tower on the right. “At the top of that tower. The Grand Master rarely descends. He is served daily by the purest virgin girls, the highest honor.”
This level of deceit disgusted Chu Qingzhi. “Who holds the most power in this temple?”
The monk replied, “The Bliss Master.”
Chu Qingzhi looked towards the high tower, “Are you sure?”
The monk shook his head, “Not completely, as I’ve never seen the Bliss Master myself. This is what others have told me.”
Suddenly another figure emerged, the Master of Divine Music—a character just as shrouded in secrecy as the Bliss Master. “Wait, is this temple run by the prince of the eastern border?” Chu Qingzhi asked, seeking clarity.
The monk shook his head again, “I don’t know.”
As expected, these low-level monks had no access to such confidential information. It seemed she would need to inquire higher up the hierarchy.
Chu Qingzhi decided to wait and see how things would unfold.
The process with the first row’s problems was eventually completed.
“Now, we shall choose the divine children,” announced the Bliss Master. He turned the lotus pedestal around to face away from the crowd and threw a small ball; whoever it hit would be selected as a divine child.
The first ball struck a young man, the second hit Yan Zihao, and the third hit Chu Qingzhi…
In total, ten divine children were chosen.
The monk leading the proceedings shouted, “Please, divine children, come forward and follow me.”
The ten lined up, with the monk leading them to a bathing area. “Please bathe and change your clothes. Afterwards, you will ascend the high tower to meet the Grand Master of Divine Music, who will grant you enlightenment.”
Apart from Chu Qingzhi and Yan Zihao, the other eight were visibly excited. “I can finally see the gods… I’ve been so lucky this time.”
“I wonder what a god looks like. They must be beautiful,” mused one of the eight, filled with anticipation.
The ten maidens brought clothing for the divine children and attended to them as they bathed.
The bathing areas were divided by wooden doors. As the maid entered the bathing area, Chu Qingzhi used a small bell to distract her, pretending to be the servant and then quickly changed into the clothes of a divine child, waiting for the next step.
Half an hour later, the monk’s voice called out, “Please, all divine children, line up and follow me.”
Everyone obeyed promptly; Yan Zihao was the last in line, and Chu Qingzhi emerged from the bathing area just in time to line up behind him.
Yan Zihao looked back at Chu Qingzhi, his gaze inquisitive.
Chu Qingzhi kept her head down, pretending to be oblivious to the surroundings.
Seeing that everyone was in line, the monk instructed, “Keep quiet and don’t whisper to each other. Follow me.”
The excitement was palpable among the first eight; they were about to meet a god.
The last two, however, were calm, seemingly indifferent to the proceedings.
They walked a long distance to the base of the high tower, where the monk cautioned again, “Remember, do not speak. Speaking is an affront to the divine and will be punished. Keep this in mind.”
“We understand,” responded the group.
“Let’s proceed,” said the monk as he turned to lead the way up the tower.
As they stepped into the high tower, the emotional state of the first eight reached a peak, while Yan Zihao’s expression was tense, his nervousness apparent.
Chu Qingzhi, however, was calm, though she was also curious about what was to come.
