SBCEJM -Chapter 333 Master Xuanheng: Who Goes to Hell If I Don’t?

Xuanheng had nearly dragged the last thread of hope as he invited Senior Brother Jìngkōng over.

This Senior Brother Jìngkōng of the Great Compassion Temple was considered a “core operational talent” in the monastery.

Strong physique, proper appearance, and most importantly… highly experienced.

【Oh, not bad.】

When Feng Zexuan saw him arrive, she silently gave a mid-to-high rating.

【Well-built, decent looks. If Madam Meng wants good genetic material, this guy definitely qualifies physically.】

【Host, your evaluation criteria really sound like you’re picking livestock.】

The System couldn’t help but complain.

【Come on, I’m being objective.】 Feng Zexuan said matter-of-factly. 【If a woman wants a child, of course she looks at the man’s physical condition. This is about the next generation!】

However, the expected scene—the female guest swooning, everything smoothly resolved—never appeared.

Inside the meditation room, silence fell like death.

Xuanheng felt his heart drop.

He looked up.

Senior Brother Jìngkōng and Madam Meng were staring at each other.

One face ashen.

The other deathly pale.

The air seemed completely drained.

“You…”

“You…”

Both voices were hoarse and trembling, as if their throats were being strangled by invisible hands.

Then—eruption.

“Meng Shi! You actually followed me here?!”

A furious roar came from Jìngkōng.

“Lu Ziming (Jingkong)!”

Madam Meng’s shriek followed instantly, sharp enough to split the roof.

“Weren’t you supposed to be doing business in Jiangnan? Why did you shave your head and become a bald monk here?!”

Xuanheng’s mind went boom—completely blank.

The “backup helper” he had invited… was this woman’s husband?

And he had personally arranged a meeting that turned into a cheating scandal exposure?

Worse—this man had even been his first “candidate” for impropriety?

【It exploded! It actually exploded!】

【This is a hell-level joke!】

Feng Zexuan nearly fell off the windowsill in shock.

【Host, Master Xuanheng definitely didn’t check the calendar before leaving home. His career just hit its biggest Waterloo!】

Even the System was excited.

Liu Si, trembling, drew two circles in her notebook—one labeled “Husband,” the other “Monk”—then connected them with a crooked line and added a big question mark.

Then she wrote: The husband became a monk—turns out the monk was sleeping beside her all along!

【Host, even I’m shocked by this plot twist.】

The System admitted defeat.

【Yes… we thought this would be a “child-giving ritual,” but it turned into a husband-reunion courtroom drama.】

Feng Zexuan clicked her tongue.

【The Great Compassion Temple really is full of hidden talents.】

Inside the room, after the initial shock, Lu Ziming—formerly Jìngkōng—became furious out of embarrassment.

“It’s all for you! For our Lu family!”

He pointed at Madam Meng like he was fully justified.

“I was never suited for worldly affairs, nor did I want to be burdened with children! If I stayed at home, we would argue endlessly about having heirs—our household would be in chaos!”

“So I chose to become a monk. It satisfied my spiritual path and preserved our marriage status. You still remain Madam of the Lu household.”

“You enjoy the benefits, so what exactly are you dissatisfied with?”

【Listen to that! Does that even sound human?!】

Feng Zexuan’s worldview shattered.

【He avoided responsibility, ran off to become a monk, and still frames it as righteousness?!】

【This level of shifting blame—Earth can’t even contain it!】

The System immediately chimed in.

【Host, Lu Ziming simply didn’t want to raise children or bear responsibility.】

【But he is extremely narcissistic deep down and has a pathological desire for his bloodline to continue.】

【So he came up with a ‘brilliant’ (deranged) idea: become a “child-giving monk” at the Great Compassion Temple.】

【That way, his children would be born all over noble households in the capital, raised by others while he reaps the illusion of a “full lineage.”】

【He even keeps records in a notebook after every encounter, noting women’s backgrounds, beauty, and talents, and even names potential children in advance.】

【This isn’t narcissism anymore—it’s pathological narcissism.】

Feng Zexuan felt her cognition reset again.

【…That brain structure would confuse even a maze designer.】

【How does he convince himself this is “virtue”?】

【Host, shamelessness is undefeated.】

The System sighed.

Madam Meng finally laughed in anger after hearing everything.

“For you? For the Lu family?”

Her voice trembled with rage.

“You became a monk while I lived like a widow—this is what you call ‘for me’?”

“Lu Ziming, do you even have shame?!”

“I endured five years! Five whole years!”

Her voice rose higher and higher.

“Do you know how I lived these five years?”

“Everyone in the Lu household laughed at me, saying I couldn’t even conceive after so long!”

“Your concubines kept sending me tonic medicines, telling me to serve you better so I could bear children!”

“Where exactly am I supposed to serve you? In a monastery?!”

Her voice cracked as tears finally fell.

“I thought you were truly working in Jiangnan… I waited for you every day. But you? You were here being a saint, fathering children with other women!”

“Lu Ziming, have you no conscience?!”

Xuanheng looked at the scene and felt like the fool who had lit the fuse on a bomb.

He stood frozen, utterly awkward.

He had thought Jìngkōng was helping women in genuine need.

But now it seemed he had abandoned his wife and become a monk for selfish reasons.

This wasn’t salvation.

This was selfishness disguised as virtue.

Xuanheng suddenly felt that all the incense money he had helped bring in over the past year had become evidence of complicity.

Lu Ziming, seeing he couldn’t suppress Madam Meng, turned to pressure Xuanheng.

He suddenly knelt.

“Junior Brother Xuanheng, this must not be made public!”

“If my identity in the temple is exposed, not only me—but the entire Great Compassion Temple will be ruined!”

“Please!”

“Think of our brothers, think of the abbot’s efforts—do you want to see the temple destroyed because of me?”

His words were sincere, as if he were the victim.

Xuanheng looked at him coldly.

“Since senior brother has a wife at home, why did you become a monk?”

His voice was calm, but cutting.

“Do you not know that a married man entering monastic life violates the precepts?”

“I… I…”

Lu Ziming was speechless.

Madam Meng sneered from the side.

“Why? Because of his disgusting desires!”

“Lu Ziming, you are vile!”

Lu Ziming’s face flushed red. He suddenly stood up and roared:

“Meng Zhen! I might as well tell you everything!”

“I am the temple’s ‘child-giving monk,’ spreading my bloodline to women who cannot conceive!”

He lifted his chest, his expression fanatical and distorted.

“My descendants will fill the capital, branching out across noble households!”

“They will become outstanding talents!”

“This is my merit! As my wife, you should be proud!”