freenovelworld Chapter 309: Daughter of the Richest Man in Dounan County
Chapter 309: Daughter of the Richest Man in Dounan County
Then, this carefree and naive girl spilled out her secrets like beans pouring from a bamboo tube, revealing her identity and past experiences without any defense.
“Master, I am the daughter of the richest man in Dounan County. My family has been running a thriving flower business for generations. I came out here hoping to enjoy the scenery and have some fun, but unfortunately, we encountered bandits on the way. All my kind maids and servants were killed by those heartless and ruthless bandits.”
As she spoke, Hua Ruyan burst into tears, her face streaked with sobs and snot.
The monk, while feigning to put his hands together in prayer and chanting "Amitabha," was actually darting around with his eyes, secretly plotting some wicked scheme. He said this insincerely.
“Female benefactor, do not be too sad. Life is unpredictable, and everything has its cause and effect. Life and death are preordained, and wealth and honor are determined by fate. Please do not take it too seriously and harm your health.”
However, while he was pretending to comfort Hua Ruyan, his shifty eyes kept glancing around. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, he secretly reached into his wide sleeve, quickly pulled out a packet of aphrodisiac powder, and poured it into the water bottle that had just been handed to him.
Pei Yan witnessed all of this, and he was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder, cursing the cunning and treacherous nature of the monk in his heart.
But in order not to alert the enemy, he could only suppress his anger, try his best to keep his expression calm, pretend that he had not seen anything, and continue to observe quietly with his breath in his hand.
Inside the dilapidated temple, dim light filtered through the broken roof, casting dappled patterns on the floor.
In the corner, there were some dilapidated Buddha statues, covered in dust and cobwebs, which added to the eeriness of the already gloomy environment.
The monk handed the kettle back to Hua Ruyan, his face still bearing that seemingly compassionate but actually hypocritical smile.
His voice was so soft it seemed to drip water, yet it possessed an irresistible allure.
“My dear female benefactor, please do not be so heartbroken and sorrowful. The past is like the water flowing eastward, it cannot be retrieved. The road of life is long, full of endless storms and hardships. You must learn to broaden your mind and face it with a peaceful and calm heart, so that you can safely pass through these many difficulties and obstacles.”
As he spoke, he clasped his hands together and nodded slightly, his pretentious manner utterly repulsive.
The monk's eyes narrowed to slits, yet a cunning glint occasionally flashed within them, like a sly fox plotting against its prey.
"Madam, don't think so much. Thinking too much will only make your heart heavier, as if a huge boulder is pressing down on it. Here, have some water first, and calm your agitated emotions."
As the monk spoke, he stared intently at Hua Ruyan, his eyes filled with an almost imperceptible eagerness and anticipation, like a will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the darkness.
Hua Ruyan was filled with sorrow and helplessness. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her tear stains were still wet. She was like a puppet that had lost its soul, completely controlled by the words of the monk Hua.
When the monk offered her water, she mechanically took the kettle, her lips trembling slightly, thinking that perhaps this sip of water could temporarily alleviate her inner pain and fear.
Hua Ruyan had just raised the water jug to her lips, about to tilt her head back and drink, when the old servant beside her suddenly reached out and snatched the water jug away like lightning.
On the old servant's weathered face, every wrinkle was etched with pity for his mistress and helplessness in the face of fate.
His body trembled violently, his hands clutching the kettle tightly to his chest, his eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down his face like a burst dam, his voice thick with sobs as he spoke.
"Miss, I have seen all the suffering you have endured on your journey, and it pains me to see it all! Why is Heaven so blind to let you suffer so much!"
As she spoke, she frantically wiped away the tears streaming down her face with her tattered and stained sleeves, her heart filled with such grief that it seemed as if her soul was about to shatter into a million pieces.
The old servant then turned to the Flower Monk, bending over like a bow, his head almost touching the ground, and said in a trembling voice with a sob in his voice.
"Master, you are truly a living Buddha reincarnated! Thanks to your guidance, our young lady has a glimmer of hope. I could never repay your immense kindness, even if I were to serve you like a cow or a horse!"
The monk Hua had been expecting Hua Ruyan to drink the water laced with aphrodisiac, but the old servant intervened unexpectedly.
In an instant, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and the intense killing intent seemed to freeze people.
His lips twitched involuntarily, his facial muscles contorted into a grotesque grimace, and his hands clenched into fists without his conscious mind.
But in just a moment, he quickly adjusted his expression, and that fake smile reappeared on his face, only this time it looked extremely stiff and forced.
He suppressed his anger and tried his best to make his voice sound calm.
"Old man, you flatter me. It is the duty of a monk to be compassionate. Please drink slowly and don't rush. Be careful not to choke."
Upon hearing the monk's words, the old servant was so moved that he burst into tears.
He gulped down water while constantly wiping away his tears and snot, the water dripping down his chin, which she paid no heed to.
He was still mumbling incoherently.
"Master, you are such a kind person, this old servant..."
No one expected that the old servant, who said he wouldn't finish the water, would gulp it all down in a few gulps.
After the old servant drank all the water in the kettle in one gulp, he stood there with his round belly sticking out.
He let out a loud, unrestrained burp, the sound echoing jarringly in the quiet, dilapidated temple.
He grinned, revealing his few remaining teeth, and said with a grin.
"Oh my, this water is so sweet, it's sweeter than any water I've ever drunk before!"
As she spoke, she deliberately stuck out her dark, rough tongue and exaggeratedly licked around her lips, as if savoring the sweetness of the water, completely disregarding her image.
Watching the old servant's unbridled behavior, the Flower Monk felt his anger rising, as if a volcano about to erupt was raging in his chest.
His already small eyes were now wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, and the rage emanating from them seemed capable of burning the old servant to ashes in an instant.
He clenched his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging as if they were about to explode.