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It's getting dark, and the street in front of the inn is bustling again. Carriages are carrying women seeking children to the Arhat Temple. The innkeeper, who was chatting with the waiter, suddenly stopped talking and stared straight at a carriage that had just passed by the door, his eyes seeming to almost shoot fire. Following his gaze, the waiter saw a woman dressed in red and green, her head wrapped in a scarf, sitting in a simple, open carriage. There was nothing particularly special about her appearance.
As soon as he turned his head, the innkeeper's face turned ashen as he was already preparing to close the door. The waiter had questions but couldn't bring himself to ask. It turned out to be a trick played by Yingwoo, deliberately putting on Widow Peng's clothes, and then swaggering past the inn, afraid that the innkeeper wouldn't be there and wouldn't see, so he had already instructed the coachman to slow down.
I secretly glanced at the innkeeper's expression, and once I was sure he had seen me, I instructed the coachman to head straight to Arhat Temple. Yingwoo was just being mischievous for a moment, wanting to play a trick on them, while also being able to sneak into the main hall. As for how they would argue later, Yingwoo wasn't worried at all.
I came to Arhat Temple swaying all the way, the sun was about to set in the west, and the women who came here to seek children had already entered the main hall. Yingwoo sneaked into the hall without anyone noticing him. Because nine out of ten of the people who came here to seek children were afraid of being known, everyone was sneaky, which helped Yingwoo a lot, and he easily blended into the main hall.
Entering the main hall, it was not much different from what was seen on the roof the previous night. Each person had chosen an Arhat statue to guard. The hall was quiet, and the atmosphere felt somewhat strange because everyone was afraid of being recognized by their voice. Especially as women, they were well aware of the gossiping abilities of the village busybodies. Who would dare to speak out and risk being recognized? However, people from the countryside tend to think more straightforwardly. Who would dare to spread rumors about this matter?
Who dares to say that wouldn't just mean telling others she's also seeking a child! Again, perhaps someone thinks of this layer, but who dares to guarantee that no fool won't spill the beans?
Yingwoo thinks about these things and wonders in her heart: so many people are seeking children, does it really mean there are that many people who can't have sons?
It seems that many people are unsatisfied and looking for "fun"!
But will their husbands agree?
It seems that there are quite a few widows here!
Yingwoo thought of Widow Peng from last night when he thought of widows. "This woman has quite the appetite! She might actually come!" he thought. In fact, this thought of Yingwoo was not far from the truth. Among the women seeking a child, there were indeed widows, but only two or three, and one of them was Widow Peng. However, she was far away from him and well concealed, so even if Yingwoo were to meet her face to face, he wouldn't recognize her.
However, Yingwoo intentionally pretended to be Widow Peng this time to provoke Innkeeper, but she didn't wrong her. It's just that Widow Peng never expected to be framed like this.
The group of women still waited quietly.
The sky had completely darkened, and the carousing of the coachmen outside the hall formed a different world from the quietness inside.
However, this situation did not last long. Soon after, the Arhat manifested and extended the 'God dick'. The women in the hall began to stir uneasily, each one waiting for the stone statue they were guarding to manifest as well. The first woman to gain the favor of Arhat pressed her lower body against the lower abdomen of the stone statue, unconsciously moaning, "Ah... oh... oh... ah... wow..."
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