SBCEJM -Chapter 332 Master Xuanheng’s Dilemma — Incense Money or Chastity, Which Matters More?

Just as Madam Meng was about to pounce again, her movement froze mid-air.

She stopped her crying and fussing, blinking tearful eyes as she quickly caught the key point in Xuanheng’s words.

“Really?”

She looked at him suspiciously. “More handsome than you?”

Xuanheng’s cheek twitched. He squeezed out two words through gritted teeth:

“Really.”

Satisfied with this promise, Madam Meng finally released him.

Like a slippery loach, she slid off his body with ease.

She straightened her clothes, calmly returned to her chair, picked up the cup of tea that had long gone cold, and adopted the posture of an interviewer.

“Then hurry and bring him here. Let me take a look.”

Upon hearing this, Xuanheng felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He practically fled out of the meditation room.

He didn’t even bother fixing his wrinkled monk robe. Leaning toward a young novice waiting at the door, he whispered a few instructions.

The novice immediately acknowledged and left quickly like a gust of wind.

Outside the window, Feng Zexuan and Liu Si exchanged a glance, both struggling to hold back their laughter.

【Hahaha! I’m dying! What kind of plot twist is this?!】

【Can’t handle it himself, so he calls a coworker to take over?】

Feng Zexuan laughed inwardly until she nearly doubled over.

【This monk Xuanheng looks so detached and otherworldly, but he’s actually a top-tier scapegoat specialist!】

She stroked her chin, her interest growing even stronger.

【I wonder what kind of “peerless expert” he’s calling over… someone even more handsome than him?】

Soon, footsteps approached from afar.

The wooden door of the meditation courtyard creaked open, and a man in a cyan monk robe stepped inside.

The moment he stood there, the entire courtyard’s Zen atmosphere seemed to be suppressed.

The monk robe on him did not feel empty or detached, but instead highlighted a restrained, upright strength.

Like a lone pine standing proudly in the wind.

His brows and eyes were exquisitely refined, like something painted by a master artist, yet there was a trace of sharpness that Buddhist scriptures had not yet smoothed away.

When he looked at people, his gaze was like a calm autumn lake—seemingly still on the surface, but hiding ice that had never melted beneath.

The system suddenly exclaimed in Feng Zexuan’s mind, its volume shooting up eight levels.

“Host! Look! It’s Chu Yu!”

“The third young master of the Yongchang Marquis Manor! Dharma name: Liaocheng!”

Chu Yu (Liaocheng) stepped into memory in her mind.

【Oh right… him.】

【The one who, to refuse marriage with the Second Princess, attempted self-castration in public, and secretly loved Princess Anning?】

She studied the shaved-headed monk carefully. The cold loneliness between his brows made her sigh inwardly.

【He used to be the celebrated young noble of the capital—brilliant, carefree, radiant.】

【Now he’s reduced to… green lamps and ancient temples, ending his life in solitude.】

【How tragic fate can be.】

Chu Yu (Liaocheng) had just stepped into the room when Xuanheng pulled him into a corner.

Xuanheng quickly explained Madam Meng’s “dominance” and his own “helplessness” in rapid whispers.

Finally, he patted Chu Yu’s broad shoulder solemnly:

“Junior brother Liaocheng, your worldly ties are not yet severed. Why not sacrifice your appearance today, offer yourself to save the tiger, and enlighten this female benefactor? It would be a great merit.”

Chu Yu frowned, his cold gaze sweeping toward Madam Meng.

She was staring at him like a starving she-wolf, eyes glowing green, full of greed and determination.

That look reminded him of how the Second Princess once looked at him.

Instant disgust rose in his heart, and he was about to refuse—

At that moment, he heard a clear voice that struck directly into his mind.

【What a pity… what a pity!】

The voice sighed.

【If he hadn’t become a monk, after Princess Anning’s divorce, wouldn’t he have been right there, closest to her?】

【The “white moonlight” was within reach, but he shaved his head himself and cut off his path back to the mortal world.】

【This is literally BE aesthetics becoming reality.】

Chu Yu’s heart suddenly tightened, as if gripped by an invisible hand.

Before he could react, the system added another bombshell:

“Host, what are you thinking? Prince Consort Fang Ziqin already succeeded as the male lead. That counts as a happy ending!”

Divorced…?

Princess Anning… divorced?

Chu Yu’s body jolted violently.

His mind went boom—as if something had exploded.

Buddhist serenity, monastic rules, emptiness of all things…

All of it was instantly thrown to the nine heavens!

A blazing fire ignited in his previously dead eyes.

She was divorced?

She was alone now?

Madam Meng, seeing yet another stunning man, was already losing herself in desire. She reached out again to grab his arm.

“Master…”

Before her hand could touch his robe—

Chu Yu snapped back to reality.

With unprecedented force, he shook off her hand, sending her staggering backward.

He no longer cared about anything.

He needed to go down the mountain now—he had to see her.

Even if only from afar.

Even if only to confirm she was safe.

Ignoring Xuanheng’s shocked calls and Madam Meng’s furious curses, he turned and ran out.

Like a beast finally breaking free from its cage after being trapped for too long, he charged out of the monastery with unstoppable momentum.

He was going to renounce Buddhism.

He was going to find her.

Outside the window, Feng Zexuan and Liu Si were stunned into silence.

【This… he just ran off like that?】

Inside the meditation room, Madam Meng stared at her “roasted duck” flying away.

After a moment of shock, she turned back to Xuanheng and grabbed his robe again.

“You lost him! Xuanheng, you have to compensate me!”

Xuanheng, nearly driven mad, retreated step by step, his handsome face twisted in misery.

“Don’t rush! Don’t rush! There… there’s still another one!”

He almost begged:

“He… he has profound Buddhist cultivation! I guarantee you’ll be satisfied!”

Madam Meng reluctantly released him and sat back down, clearly saying I’ll see what else you can produce.

Xuanheng finally got a moment to breathe.

He adjusted his wrinkled robe and once again fled out of the room.

His back was full of exhaustion.

Outside, Feng Zexuan was completely confused.

【Why doesn’t Xuanheng just run away too?】

【He clearly doesn’t want this either—why not just escape?】

The system immediately explained:

“Host, you think he doesn’t want to run? He can’t.”

“Dàbei Temple’s incense money is extremely strong, especially among noble ladies. Xuanheng alone accounts for at least 80% of it.”

“He’s basically the temple’s living brand—the human incense money generator.”

“If he leaves, the temple’s income would drop by half immediately.”

“The abbot has already given a strict order: as long as he doesn’t break his vows, he must fulfill the requests of female benefactors as much as possible—make them come happy, leave satisfied, so donations keep flowing.”

Feng Zexuan suddenly understood, almost clapping her thigh.

【Ohhh! So he’s basically the “top host” of a modern club!】

【Only performs, doesn’t cross the line—pure emotional service!】

【And also…】

The system paused, dropping an even bigger secret:

“There is indeed a hidden ‘child blessing’ program in this temple.”

“However, not everyone qualifies. Strict selection is required.”

“Only women of clean background, desperate for a child, and willing to swear vows and donate large incense fees are secretly arranged with lay disciples to carry out this ‘compassionate service.’”

“These lay disciples are not ordinary helpers—they are carefully selected, physically strong, and good-looking young men trained specifically for this purpose.”

“Afterward, the child belongs to the woman. No further ties.”

“Because it is done in secrecy and has many successful cases, Dàbei Temple’s reputation for ‘miraculous fertility’ has spread widely among noblewomen.”

Feng Zexuan and Liu Si were stunned.

【Good heavens… this temple’s business scope is way too wide!】

【From psychological counseling to arranged conception—it’s basically an ancient “women’s welfare center”!】

Just as they were still digesting this, Xuanheng had already returned with a third “high monk.”

“Host, pay attention!”

The system’s alarm rang again.

“The last monk Xuanheng invited… is also a very unusual person!”