Transmigrated as My Aunt in the 70s

Chapter 733: Chapter 726: Poor Xue Ji

The commotion in front of the main hall was so loud that it had already alerted the monks in the temple. The first to come out was Master Jiechen, who had earlier deceived Sisi. As soon as he saw the nearly naked Xue Ji, he immediately clasped his hands together in prayer and chanted with closed eyes.

"Oh, sins, sins, form is emptiness, and emptiness is form..."

The old monk chanted with such solemnity that he truly embodied the demeanor of a high monk. As he chanted, a sense of peace blanketed the courtyard, and everyone’s heart was purified, no longer gazing at the alluring body.

Who would’ve thought this old monk actually had some skill; just chanting a bit of scripture can calm people’s minds. If he were to be invited to chant on a battlefield, who would still want to fight?

Wouldn’t the world be at peace then!

At this moment, Xue Ji was extremely embarrassed. Her once-proud snow-white skin had turned into bloody skin, covered in crisscrossing scars, even her face wasn’t spared.

Being unable to scratch her back, she rubbed against the wall like a monkey.

"Oh, how comfortable, hmm, oh..."

Rubbing so pleasantly, she couldn’t help but moan, her seductive voice stirring the hearts of those present.

Master Jiechen hurriedly chanted Buddhist scripture again, his solemn voice suppressing the woman’s moaning, and everyone regained their composure, feeling deeply ashamed, and they bowed once more to the Bodhisattva, begging for forgiveness.

A few young monks with unclean minds blushed hard, eyes tightly shut, constantly chanting scriptures, while those with less resolve broke into a cold sweat.

Master Jiechen shook his head at several young disciples, took the clean water handed by a disciple, and slowly walked over to Xue Ji, splashing the clean water over her.

Although it was warm spring, being drenched with cold water was unbearable. Xue Ji shivered from the cold, regaining some clarity of mind, but Sisi’s itching powder was too powerful, and it wasn’t long before she started rubbing against the wall again.

Bucket after bucket of cold water was poured over her, and it took six buckets before Xue Ji finally stopped itching, though she was in a sorry state, freezing and shivering with chattering teeth.

Master Jiechen took off his Kasaya and draped it over Xue Ji.

"Thank you, Master!" Xue Ji said gratefully.

"No need for formalities, female benefactor. I hope you turn towards goodness, abstain from greed, desire, and anger," Master Jiechen admonished earnestly.

Sisi couldn’t help but laugh; this old monk was quite amusing, speaking so bluntly, but she liked it!

Xue Ji’s face turned alternating shades of blue and white, and she spat towards Master Jiechen, angrily saying, "Old monk, you’re crazy!"

After saying that, she returned the Kasaya to Jiechen, picked up her discarded clothes from the ground, and dressed herself nonchalantly before swaying out of the temple.

"Uncle Master, the Kasaya is dirty. Shall I take it to be cleaned for you?" asked the little monk beside Jiechen, taking the Kasaya that had been draped over Xue Ji.

Having watched the drama unfold, Sisi had Shi Zhenzhen help her back to the private room, the burnt area throbbing with pain, making her gasp.

As she passed by Master Jiechen, the old monk smiled kindly at Sisi, "The female benefactor indeed has great fortune, able to avert disaster on her own!"

At this point, Sisi remembered that Jiechen had previously warned her of impending disaster, though as soon as he said it, her leg had gotten burnt.

Could this old monk actually have some real skill?

Could it have been just sheer dumb luck?

Sisi studied Jiechen closely, trying to find something, but the master wore an inscrutable expression with a mysterious smile at the corners of his mouth, revealing nothing.

"Just lucky, I guess!" Sisi smiled politely.

Jiechen continued, "Those with deep fortune won’t have bad luck, Mr. He. Until we meet again!"

With that, the old monk turned gracefully and departed.

What does he mean?

Who said they’d meet you again, old monk?

Sisi shook her head, taking out the money Xue Ji had given her from her bag earlier, the cash was handed to a nearby little monk, asking him to pass it on to the old monk, and she limped back to the private room.

Everyone was shocked at the sight of the scars on Sisi’s leg. Thanks to the medicinal wine, the burns weren’t as swollen as before, but they still looked quite frightening.

"Ah Nan, what happened? Who did this?" Tian Xinhua was distressed.

"An annoying woman threw a candle on my leg, and my stockings caught fire," Sisi explained.

"Luckily, Sisi reacted quickly, putting out the fire with water. Otherwise, the injury would’ve been worse. You don’t know how annoying that woman was, causing trouble and then acting like a vixen. It was disgusting!" Shi Zhenzhen said indignantly.

"But that woman got her just desserts. Even the Bodhisattva couldn’t stand it, and she made a fool of herself just now."

Shi Zhenzhen excitedly recounted what had happened to Xue Ji, her storytelling skills impressive, incorporating gestures that made everyone burst into laughter.

The little monk from before ran over, holding a small jar, shyly greeting, "Is Mr. He here?"

"I am." Sisi stood up from behind Tian Xinhua.

"My uncle master Jiechen instructed me to give this burn ointment to Mr. He. Once applied to the affected area, it will heal in a week without leaving a scar." The little monk’s voice was clear and bright, his shiny bald head was so cute that Sisi couldn’t help but extend her hand to touch that smooth, shiny head.

So smooth!

It feels really nice!

The little monk was so embarrassed he was at a loss, forgetting even to bow, he dashed out of the private room, and from afar, one could still hear him chanting ’form is emptiness, and emptiness is form.’

Hahaha!

Everyone laughed again.

Ah Xi laughed so hard she was doubled over, "Sisi, how can you even tease a monk?"

Sisi awkwardly withdrew her hand; she hadn’t meant to tease the little monk, just wanted to see how the round bald head felt!

Who would’ve thought this little monk was so shy!

"You can’t just touch a man’s head, especially a monk’s. Ah Nan, you shouldn’t randomly touch them in the future." Tian Xinhua laughed, reaching for the ointment to apply it to Sisi.

Opening the lid, a refreshing aroma wafted out. Inside the jar was a light green ointment, clear and jelly-like.

Tian Xinhua scooped some and applied it to Sisi’s leg, and immediately, a cool sensation seeped into her very core, refreshing her whole body, and the pain was greatly reduced.

Sisi couldn’t help but moan, "Feels so good. Who would’ve thought that old monk had such good medicine? I wonder where he got it."

Shi Zhenzhen said, "It should’ve been made by Master Jiechen himself. Master Jiechen not only has profound Buddhist teachings but also excellent medical skills. Every year, he offers free consultations to the villagers at the foot of the mountain. The locals call him a ’living Bodhisattva.’"

Sisi now saw Master Jiechen in a new light. To receive the genuine love and respect of the people, this old monk truly must be a person of noble character!

In the guest room at the back of the temple, Jiechen held a chest with gleaming eyes, a suspicious liquid trickled from his mouth, no trace of the high monk demeanor left?

Inside the box lay five stacks of Sisi’s money bricks and dozens of big bills, along with other small cash bills of one yuan and ten yuan, and even many coins.

"With her accepting my ointment, perhaps later when I ask He Sisi for donations, she won’t refuse, right? If I could get fifty or a hundred thousand more, my Scripture Pavilion can finally be built!"

Sisi, smeared with ointment and utterly refreshed, suddenly felt a chill on her back, suspiciously glancing around.