ATFBETIBM Chapter 333.2

In the live broadcast room

[God Xin is silent after hearing this. So why bother saving this Chang Song? He should have just let him be beaten to death.]

[Didn’t you hear Zhang Biao’s confession earlier? Even if he’s beaten to death, the debt still needs to be repaid. Are you going to make the old couple, the orphan child and the widow pay? Pay with what? Zhang Biao’s rescue wasn’t really for Chang Song but to save that family.]

[Becoming family with Chang Song is really bad luck for eight generations. Alive, he causes trouble; dead, he burdens his family. Why are such people born?]

[Their family used to be wealthy too, probably the empire his parents built, but he squandered all of it.]

[Encountering such a pig teammate in life like this, I really give thanks.]

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Midway, Bai Lixin and Zhang Biao bid farewell.

After the farewell, he deliberately picked a place where no one was around and came to the edge of the town. With a powerful leap, he jumped over the tall enclosure wall silently and left the town.

S419M: [Lord Host, where are you going?]

Bai Lixin: [I have no place to stay. So I have to find somewhere to sleep tonight.]

S419M: [Aren’t you staying at Magistrate Lin’s house?]

Bai Lixin: [Oh, about that. It’s been three days, right? According to marriage customs, a bride must go back to her father’s house. I left a note at home, saying I’ll be back in a couple of days.]

S419M: [Uh, how did you write it?]

Bai Lixin smiled slightly, [Well, with genuine feelings.]

S419M: […]

‘It feels like it’s not that simple.’

[So where are you going now?] S419M still didn’t inquire about the content of the letter. When the Lord Host left the message, he was completely engrossed with Sister System and didn’t notice what was happening.

Bai Lixin: [It’s already this late at night, of course, I’m going to Hanshan Temple.]

The Escape System interjected, [I remember this Hanshan Temple, isn’t it the Lord God’s temple?]

S419M chuckled, [So, it’s to meet your lover, huh.]

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Night fell. Magistrate Lin stood in front of “Madam’s” door, adjusting his collar nervously.

He had been thinking all day and finally decided to come and sincerely apologize to “Madam.”

Madam had found him such a good scribe, and he had done the most insulting thing to her.

Taking a deep breath, Magistrate Lin looked at the pitch-black interior of the house and lightly knocked on the door. “Madam, have you had your meal?”

There was no response from inside.

Magistrate Lin wasn’t angry, he continued, “Madam, I know you must not have slept. It’s not long since the sun set. You’ve been hiding all day, haven’t you calmed down now?”

Still, there was no response from inside.

Magistrate Lin didn’t dare to speak loudly. His voice still carried a hint of appeasement. “Madam, I apologize to you. I was wrong last night. You are my cherished one; how could I bear to wrong you? I met my brother in law today, and just as you said, he is truly outstanding. Thank you, Madam, for solving this urgent matter for me.”

Still, there was no sound from inside.

Magistrate Lin became a little anxious. But when he thought of the disappointed look in “Madam’s” eyes, all his arrogance immediately dissipated.

He took a deep breath and, with a brave face, coaxed, “My good Madam, please forgive me. I truly know I was wrong. It won’t happen again. If you don’t agree, I will stand at the door all night, I will stand until you forgive me. You are my sweetheart, my treasure. I will never wrong you again… No, I won’t just avoid wronging you, I won’t let others speak ill of you. Oh, Madam, it’s been three days since we got married, and we haven’t consummated our marriage yet. I still remember that day when you were lying in bed, I touched your little hand.”

“Madam, I know you are not feeling well now. I will wait until you recover. I came here today just to see you. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t get you out of my mind the whole day today. I’ve never felt this way about any woman before…”

“Ahem, ahem!”

A cough suddenly sounded in the darkness.

Magistrate Lin stiffened, and his body that was stuck to the door like gecko, instantly stood up. He looked towards the source of the sound and said, “Who’s there?”

“It’s me, Master, Xiaodie~”

A gentle voice came over, and a figure emerged from the darkness.

Magistrate Lin’s face changed slightly. “So it’s Xiaodie. What are you doing here? Didn’t you hear what I said earlier?”

Xiaodie walked to a spot not far from Magistrate Lin and stopped. “I probably heard everything that could be heard. But, Master, don’t you know? Madam returned to her family today?”

Magistrate Lin instantly looked dumbfounded. “What? Returned? Why didn’t anyone tell me?!”

Xiaodie replied, “Perhaps everyone thought Madam had already informed you, so no one mentioned it to you.”

She chuckled lightly and turned away.

Before leaving, Xiaodie glanced back at Magistrate Lin meaningfully. “Master, didn’t you tell Yi Niang that you would only think of her? How did you change so quickly?”

Looking at Xiaodie’s retreating figure, Magistrate Lin’s expression turned unpleasant.

He pushed the door forcefully, and it instantly swung open.

The door hadn’t been latched from the inside at all!

Magistrate Lin entered angrily. By the moonlight from outside, he immediately saw an envelope on the table.

He lit a candle and began reading angrily.

[Dear Master,

You seeing this letter is like seeing you in person. I assume my younger cousin is already at the yamen. I hope he hasn’t caused you any trouble, and I hope he can assist you.

Momo told me today is the day to return to my family. But I know the matters at the yamen are overwhelming you. I can’t bear to make you toil further.

Furthermore, I really don’t know how to face you. I share a bond like siblings with my younger cousin. If there were something between us, why wait until now? I would have married him from the beginning.

My younger cousin and I are innocent and upright. We fear no rumors or gossip. But I never expected the one who hurt me the most would be the one I loved the most.

My heart aches, but who knows my grief?

There’s no greater grief than a heart’s death.

Master, please don’t come looking for me. I can’t face you, but I don’t want to worry my father either. I’ll stay home for a few days, and then I will return.]

After reading the letter from start to finish, Magistrate Lin’s anger dissipated entirely.

Look, what a good woman.

He had wrongly accused her again just now, thinking she wanted to embarrass him.

She just didn’t want to sadden him. She was a filial woman. What was wrong with him?

But having said that, Madam’s handwriting was really beautiful, just as beautiful as she was.

Magistrate Lin carefully touched the letter in his hand, blew out the candle, and slowly left the room.

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In the live broadcast room

[Is this the “Give a piece of candy after beating the dog” technique?]

[If I hadn’t switched screens to see the plot on Magistrate Lin’s side, I would have missed this exciting scene.]

[Magistrate Lin is really despicable. He keeps hopping between God Xin and Yi Niang Qian. Does he really think he’s the emperor selecting concubines? He even dares to have impure thoughts about our God Xin? A single slash from God Xin could cut him into pieces.]

[Cut into pieces?]

[Head, limbs. There’s still one piece left.]

[…I’m stupid. Thanks for the, uh, enlightenment.]

[Where do you guys think God Xin is going?]

[It’s the middle of the night, isn’t he going to meet his lover?]

[Lover, hehehe, are we going to see a fluffy tail?]

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Following the system’s guidance, Bai Lixin quickly found the “Hanshan Temple” mentioned by Dijia.

Qingcheng Town was surrounded by mountains on three sides, with the largest one facing Qingcheng Mountain. The other two were smaller.

Hanshan Temple was located on the small mountain to the west of the town.

The temple was quite small, with a vermilion-colored door adorned with neatly arranged golden metalwork in a semicircular pattern above it.

Above the door hung two bells.

As Bai Lixin approached, the previously still bells began to sway.

Soon, footsteps echoed from inside, and the door was swiftly opened. A monk in a cassock stood there calmly, looking at Bai Lixin.

He didn’t seem surprised by Bai Lixin’s arrival. He merely raised his eyelids slightly and said serenely, “Amitabha, benefactor, it’s quite late. What brings you here?”

Bai Lixin: “Didn’t you say that if I faced difficulties, I could come to Hanshan Temple to find you? I’ve come seeking your help.”

Fanjia looked at the little fox outside the door. “What difficulty?”

“I’m homeless. Master, you help those in need. Could you shelter me for the night?”

Fanjia scrutinized Bai Lixin’s face, as if examining the truth in his words. After a moment of calculation, he moved aside slightly and said, “Come in.”

Bai Lixin was stunned. “You’re letting me in? Just like that?”

Fanjia: “Come in. You do need help. I sensed an impending calamity for you tonight. Perhaps I can ward off this ominous energy for you.”

Bai Lixin was stunned again. “Impending calamity? Someone wants to harm me?”

Fanjia: “Amitabha, when I read your fortune, I saw numerous vines entwined around you, and you were also surrounded by mist and vapor. It was unclear, so my divination isn’t very precise. The only thing I could determine was that you’re in danger tonight.”

Since Fanjia had invited him in, Bai Lixin naturally didn’t hold back.

He entered inside swiftly, and didn’t forget to say thank you as he brushed by Fanjia.

This might be the smallest temple Bai Lixin had ever seen. It had only three rooms: a study, a meditation room, and a bedroom.

Only one bedroom, huh?

Doesn’t that mean tonight might be…

Just as Bai Lixin was indulging in his fantasies, Fanjia poured a basin of cold water on his head. “Benefactor, I’ll be meditating in the meditation room tonight. You can rest in the bedroom.”

Seeing Fanjia heading straight for the meditation room without hesitation, Bai Lixin followed him slowly. “Master, do you live alone in this Hanshan Temple?”

Fanjia nodded. “That’s correct.”

Bai Lixin: “Do people usually come here to burn incense and pray?”

“Only those destined to find Hanshan Temple can locate it. Others can’t see it.”

Bai Lixin: “What makes someone destined?”

Fanjia entered the meditation room and sat on a cushion. “Those afflicted by ominous energies. I practice the Path of Asura.”

Bai Lixin glanced around. He didn’t sit cross-legged but rather sat sideways on a cushion, using his gaze to slowly sketch the contours of Fanjia’s figure.

Initially, the features didn’t match Dijia’s.

But upon closer examination, he found some details that resembled Dijia.

“What is the Path of Asura?” Bai Lixin’s gaze landed on Fanjia’s Adam’s apple, and he asked casually.

Fanjia had already closed his eyes. Bai Lixin saw the movement of his Adam’s apple as he spoke, “The Path of Asura is the way of slaughter, using the slaying of evil spirits as a means of cultivation. There are many paths in Buddhism, there’s Mahayana, which is a method of practice through the propagation of Buddhist teachings.”

“Benefactor, the bedroom is next door. You can go there on your own.”

“No,…” Bai Lixin refused, “You said there’s an impending calamity for me tonight. What if the person trying to kill me arrives when I’m there?”

Fanjia slowly opened his eyes, his deep gaze earnestly meeting Bai Lixin’s. “With me here, no one can harm you.”

There was a depth in his gaze, as if boundless oceans were surging within.

Bai Lixin was so familiar with those eyes that he was startled for a moment and instinctively called out, “Dijia.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Fanjia’s eyes, but it quickly disappeared behind his closed eyelids. “Amitabha.”

“Dijia,” whether it was his own name or the lotus flower’s, it was his secular name before entering Buddhism. How did he know?