Grandpa Mo looked at the girl in front of him.
She was beautiful and delicate. Although she wore no makeup, her features were far more stunning than those of the heavily made-up female companion brought by the Zhang Group, whose features were not even natural.
Their attire was very simple and clean, looking extremely clean, as if they had never been polluted by the world.
That look, that smile—Old Master Mo felt like he'd seen it somewhere before.
But I don't know if it's because I'm getting old and my memory isn't very good. I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't come up with a single clue.
Seeing the way Old Master Mo looked at Qian Sui, Ling Shen realized that bringing Qian Sui here was the right decision; he hadn't misjudged him after all.
The aura that Qian Sui possessed was what Buddhists often referred to as Zen; he appeared detached from worldly affairs, calm and indifferent.
Ling Shen, seizing the opportunity, reached out and covered Qian Sui's little head, saying affectionately, "Little Qian Sui has lived in a temple since he was a child, so he is quite knowledgeable about Buddhist scriptures. The Buddhist beads that I gave you before were also found by Qian Sui."
Just as Qian Sui recognized Ling Shen's Seven Killings destiny, Old Master Mo now saw the Zen-like quality in Qian Sui. Buddhists value affinity above all else, and he felt that he had a connection with Qian Sui, so he stopped remembering his hostility towards Ling Shen and began to shift his attention to Qian Sui.
Grandpa Mo was very interested in Qian Sui, and moved slightly closer to her. His expression, which had been rather unpleasant because of Ling Shen, improved considerably.
Grandpa Mo looked at Qian Sui and asked gently, "Girl, which temple did you stay at before?"
The fact that Qian Sui had spent her childhood in a temple was all made up by Ling Shen. Qian Sui turned to look at Ling Shen, who was smiling, but his hand had already reached out to Qian Sui's waist and pinched her lightly, signaling her to speak properly.
Qian Sui wasn't much of a talker, but since she had just made a promise to Ling Shen, she chose to keep her promise over lying.
She said, "I used to practice at Yuanqi Temple with my master."
Chisui wasn't exactly lying; she had indeed spent a long time at Yuanqi Temple and had been training with her master.
Master Mo knew about Yuanqi Temple, which had many believers and was very popular. Master Mo gave a meaningful "oh," showing great interest in Qian Sui, and asked, "Did you start your training with your master from a young age?"
Qian Sui nodded and said, "Yes, I've been following my master since I can remember."
Grandpa Mo was completely intrigued and began to discuss Buddhist scriptures with Qian Sui. Although Qian Sui's attire and demeanor were very Zen-like, he was brought by Ling Shen after all, so Grandpa Mo had to be cautious. He threw out a few questions about Buddhist scriptures, and to his surprise, Qian Sui was able to answer them fluently and even had his own insights.
This can't be faked.
The old man stroked his white beard and said, "Nowadays, people are all impatient and irritable. Few can remain calm. It is truly rare for someone so young to have such a broad perspective."
After Mr. Mo finished speaking, he looked at Ling Shen beside him and said meaningfully, "It's a real pity that you're following such a person."
Lu Jiayan, standing behind him, couldn't help but cough.
President Ling has shot himself in the foot, and now he's being dragged down with him.
Lu Jiayan didn't understand why Ling Shen would bring this little girl along, but after hearing the conversation between Qian Sui and the old man, he couldn't help but admire this little girl. She was truly remarkable at such a young age.
Not only Lu Jiayan, but even those who were waiting to see Ling Shen make a fool of himself were stunned by Qian Sui's words.
This little girl, how could she... This has completely disrupted their plans.
The original intention of calling Mr. Mo over today was to stir up trouble, to make Mr. Mo even angrier at Ling Shen, so that Mr. Mo would withdraw his investment, Ling Shen's project would fail, and they could take the opportunity to take over.
Unexpectedly, their antics provoked the old man's anger, but the young girl in front of him resolved the situation with just a few words.
Of course, they wouldn't come empty-handed; even the most foolish person wouldn't fight an unprepared battle.
Mr. Zhang cleared his throat, signaling to the master he had brought that it was time for him to speak.
The monk in plain robes put his hands together and chanted "Amitabha," which attracted everyone's attention.
As the master chanted Amitabha Buddha's name and twirled the prayer beads in his hand, he smiled and nodded at Old Master Mo, then asked, "Young benefactor, may I ask where your master is?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Sui turned her head and looked at the monk who was fully armed from head to toe and looked very much like a master. She blinked and said directly, "My master's name is not something that ordinary people can know."
The master's expression froze. He had been traveling the world for many years, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like that.
But he was, after all, behaving like a master, and couldn't afford to get angry with this little girl. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Young benefactor, don't worry. This humble monk just wants to know something. Perhaps, this humble monk even knows your master."
"Impossible." Before the master could finish speaking, Qian Sui said directly.
Her tone was so decisive that it drew everyone's attention. Even Old Master Mo couldn't help but say "Oh," and asked, "Why are you so sure? I've heard that this master is highly respected. Maybe your master really knows him."
Qian Sui shook his head, ignoring the master's slightly unpleasant expression, and directly exposed, "My master is not someone you can just meet any Tom, Dick, or Harry."
Qian Sui's words were not wrong. Although she and her master lived on the mountain, when they occasionally went down the mountain to visit some temples, the abbots would personally receive them. Many of the abbots or wealthy people wanted to ask their master for a few words of guidance.
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