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You Were Born a Nobleman, Chapter 39: Bodhisattva, I Really Am Not Suitable for You
Thinking of this, she felt a chill all over and turned to the temple.
Tang Zisu knelt before the statue of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, clasped her hands together, and murmured, "Bodhisattva, although I read a novel I shouldn't have, you can't play me like this. Although I have had no particular faith growing up, I have always been a law-abiding citizen who loves my family and country. Please let me go back. You are wonderful, but I really am not suitable for you."
"What are you rambling about?" A deep voice echoed in the empty temple. Tang Zisu was startled and asked the quietly seated Bodhisattva, "Did I give you a good person card, and now you’re showing your spirit?"
"It is I, Tang Zisu."
Kong Xuan stood at the entrance. Although he wore a smile, his eyes were cold and noble, making it hard to look directly at him.
Kong Xuan stepped over the high threshold, hands behind his back as he walked to the statue of Ksitigarbha, his face full of disdain and mockery. "Why do you worship him? He is nothing but a hypocritical scoundrel."
"Bah bah bah, children speak without restraint! Xuan Xuan, although I was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, feudal superstitions have ruled the Chinese nation for five thousand years; their foundation is vast and history profound. We might as well believe there is something to it."
Kong Xuan scoffed disdainfully and grabbed Tang Zisu's wrist. "Come on, let's go eat."
"Be gentle! With such strength, did you grow up on power pills?" Tang Zisu was pulled along by Kong Xuan as they left the temple.
As their figures faded away, the temple returned to its dimness and tranquility. The light rain fell on the branches and leaves of the sacred tree in the courtyard, rustling softly like a serene and warm chant—each grain of sand represents a world, each leaf represents a Bodhi.
The rain stopped in the evening, but the wind picked up, making it feel quite cold.
With no television or computer at night, the nightlife was so monotonous that Tang Zisu could only sleep. After taking a shower early, she climbed into bed, tightly wrapping herself in the blanket while exchanging a few words with Kong Xuan, who was still reading under the light.
"Xuan Xuan, why aren't you asleep? What’s so interesting about those boring books?"
"You go ahead and sleep. I find these talismans somewhat intriguing."
Intriguing my foot; you just want to take my place! I won’t let you succeed; I’ll read them tomorrow too!
Determined to study, Tang Zisu began playing chess with Zhou Gong. Just as she placed a piece, the bell of the shrine rang out like raindrops, startling Tang Zisu awake. Damn it, who doesn’t let people sleep at night? What a nuisance.
Despite her reluctance, Tang Zisu dutifully got dressed. Ever since her rival arrived, she felt a sense of workplace crisis every minute. She couldn’t afford to slack off during her time here!
No need to praise me; I’m just dedicated to my job!
Watching Tang Zisu hurriedly slip on her shoes and head out, Kong Xuan grabbed a cloak without thinking and followed her.
In front of the solemn statue, a group of mountain villagers with dark eyebrows and red eyes were chattering away, showing no respect at all. Although Tang Zisu didn’t particularly like this Bodhisattva, she couldn’t allow them to disrespect her partner. Angrily pushing through the crowd to stand in front of the statue, she shouted, "What are you doing? Don’t you fear the Buddha's wrath by barging in like this?"
The villagers were taken aback. It was said that after the High Priestess fell seriously ill, not only did her eyesight return but her temperament also changed drastically. Seeing the furious witch before them made them believe it. As the saying goes, soft things fear hard ones; this truth has remained unbroken throughout history. With Tang Zisu standing firm, the villagers immediately softened. The leader among them squinted closely and realized she was actually Zhang Ermao's wrinkled version—Zhang Dahu.
Zhang Dahu twitched his little mustache and shouted loudly, "Witch, hand over my son!"
Today is Yan Zi the little princess's birthday, let's wish her a happy birthday!
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