【There’s even heavier stuff?!】
The inner force Feng Zeyuan had just gathered sank back down again.
【This is even more intense than a mother-in-law stealing her son’s mistress and making her the father’s concubine?】
【Host, your horizons are too narrow.】
The system spoke with the weary tone of someone who had seen it all.
【What happened at the Lu residence is at best a family soap opera.】
【What comes next is a full-on fantasy blockbuster that’ll grind your worldview into the ground.】
Liu Si was just about to tuck her little notebook away when her hand froze midair.
She looked at Feng Zeyuan, eyes burning with barely restrained excitement.
The prince’s inner thoughts were her compass for creation!
If the “spirit” said there was big gossip, then she had to brace herself and dig in properly!
【Target locked: Madam Meng, wife of the third son of the Lu family, Lu Ziming.】
【She’s leaving the city—destination: Great Compassion Temple.】
【Host, friendly reminder—there’s a surprise waiting at the temple.】
Feng Zeyuan pressed down on Liu Si’s shoulder.
“Don’t leave yet. The job isn’t finished.”
Liu Si lowered her voice. “My lord, there’s new material?”
Feng Zeyuan’s lips curled, her eyes gleaming like a predator that had spotted prey.
“Let’s go. We’re visiting a temple.”
One incense stick later.
Outside the gates of Great Compassion Temple, carriages crowded the road and crowds surged like waves.
Feng Zeyuan and Liu Si changed into inconspicuous plain clothes and blended into the queue of pilgrims.
Inside the temple, incense smoke curled around beams and pillars. The air was thick with sandalwood fragrance and the low murmur of prayers.
Most of the visitors were well-dressed noblewomen, followed by maids and attendants.
【Tsk, this temple is quite the business hotspot.】
Feng Zeyuan thought as she walked.
【Why are eight out of ten worshippers wealthy ladies?】
The system added:
【Host, Great Compassion Temple is famous for fertility blessings. It has an excellent reputation among noblewomen in the capital.】
Soon, they spotted their target in the crowd.
A young woman in a water-green silk dress—Madam Meng of the Lu family.
She had delicate features, but her expression carried an anxious urgency, as if she was about to meet someone in secret.
She did not go to the main hall where the crowds were densest. Instead, guided by a young novice monk, she quickly headed toward a secluded corner at the back of the temple.
There stood a separate meditation courtyard, white walls and black tiles, with two ancient pines at the entrance, completely isolating it from the noise of the front hall.
Feng Zeyuan and Liu Si exchanged a glance and silently followed.
They soon circled to the outside of the courtyard.
The gate was closed, with a young novice standing guard like a gatekeeper.
【Oh? Even a private guard? VIP service, huh.】
【But if she came to burn incense, why not go to the main hall—why sneak into such a hidden corner?】
【Don’t tell me this temple offers VIP meditation rooms with one-on-one enlightenment tutoring?】
They moved to the side of the courtyard, hiding behind a dense bamboo grove.
From there, they crouched beneath a half-open window and listened.
A woman’s voice came from inside, urgent and strained.
“Master, please help me! I truly have no other option!”
It was Madam Meng.
Then came a man’s voice—clear and otherworldly, without a trace of impurity.
“Amitabha. Madam, this monk has already made it clear: seeking children requires sincerity. Only sincerity brings results.”
“If you insist on shortcuts, I can introduce you to my senior brothers. Their Buddhist cultivation is profound—they can certainly help fulfill your wish. Why… insist on me?”
Feng Zeyuan’s eyes flickered. This monk’s voice was as clear as a zither played in the imperial palace.
But Madam Meng wasn’t having it.
Her voice suddenly rose, sharp and forceful.
“Are they as good-looking as you?!”
“I don’t care! I want you!”
“Master Xuanheng, I’ve been coming for one year and seven months! Rain or shine! I’ve donated over a thousand taels of incense money! And you’re still this cold-hearted?!”
“Will giving me a child kill you???”
Outside, Feng Zeyuan and Liu Si froze.
【Holy—!!!】
Feng Zeyuan cursed inwardly.
【Trying to borrow a monk’s… seed?! And she’s targeting the most handsome one?!】
【Madam Meng… that’s a ruthless woman!】
Liu Si’s eyes lit up, her charcoal pencil nearly snapping in her hand.
In her mind, a new hit male lead was already forming:
Cold, abstinent, devastatingly beautiful—an unfortunate holy monk being pressed against the wall by a crazed female pilgrim!
Got it!
Title: “Dominant Pilgrim: Give Me a Child!”
The system continued its explanation.
【Host, you should know. Madam Meng has been married into the Lu family for five years without conceiving.】
【Her husband, Lu Ziming, is rarely home. She has become obsessed with having a child.】
【A year ago, she came here for fertility prayers, met Master Xuanheng by chance, and was struck by his appearance.】
【She became convinced her husband was the problem and started visiting monthly, insisting Xuanheng “enlighten” her personally.】
Feng Zeyuan clicked her tongue.
【So it’s workplace harassment… Even Buddhist temples aren’t safe workplaces.】
Inside the room, the confrontation continued.
Seeing persuasion fail, Madam Meng switched tactics.
She began wailing dramatically, using moral coercion.
“Aren’t you monks supposed to be compassionate and save all beings?”
“I’ve donated so much incense money—what’s wrong with fulfilling one small wish?”
“If you don’t agree today, I’ll be abandoned by my husband! I’ll have nowhere to go! I might as well die in this meditation room and haunt you forever while you chant scriptures!”
“Let’s see if your Buddhism can still be practiced after that!”
The moment she finished—
Whoosh!
She untied her dress belt, stood on a stool, and threw the knotted fabric toward the beam above.
She looped it around her neck with a determined expression.
“Master Xuanheng! This is my final question—will you agree or not?!”
Feng Zeyuan was stunned.
【What the hell?! Emotional blackmail, crying, threatening suicide—she’s going all out?!】
【Just to borrow a man’s… she’s risking her life?!】
At that moment, Madam Meng’s feet left the stool.
Her body began to sway midair.
Inside the room, the cold male voice finally shifted.
A long sigh—heavy with exhaustion and helplessness.
“Amitabha…”
In the end, Xuanheng could not watch a life end before him.
He stepped forward, caught her body, and quickly loosened the belt around her neck, lowering her to the ground.
“Madam, this is a place of purity. Do not act recklessly.”
His voice was filled with fatigue.
The moment she landed, Madam Meng clung to him like an octopus.
Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, legs locking around his waist.
She hung on him, crying pitifully.
“I knew it… you do care about me…”
As she cried, her hands and feet roamed freely, exploring the muscles beneath his monk’s robe.
【What the—?! She’s literally hanging on him like a decoration?!】
Feng Zeyuan nearly bit her tongue.
Liu Si gasped sharply, her charcoal pencil punching a hole straight through her notebook. A new book title exploded in her mind:
“The Monk with a Woman Hanging on His Waist: Can’t Stop Even After Kissing”
Xuanheng’s usually pale face flushed red.
Whether from shame or panic, it was unclear.
His body stiffened completely—like he was holding a burning iron.
“Madam! Please behave yourself!”
He tried to pull her off, but she clung like glue.
His usually calm voice trembled.
“Get down first! We can talk properly!”
“I won’t! If I let go, you’ll run away!”
She began acting shamelessly, her grip tightening.
“Unless you agree!”
Xuanheng staggered backward, slamming into a table. A muffled groan escaped him.
His reputation was on the line.
He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, there was a hint of resignation.
“Madam… must it be this way?”
“Yes!”
“If this monk truly cannot fulfill your wish…”
“However—”
He changed tone.
“I can introduce you to my two senior brothers.”
“They… are even more handsome than I am.”
“Perhaps… Madam might consider them instead.”
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