My Wife Is The Final Boss

"The wine she brews is quite good, I like it very much."

Just as Zhu Pingniang said Liu Qingluo had no particular skills, she uttered these words, leaving everyone present stunned, including Wen Li who opened her eyes in astonishment.

Did Yun Qian speak up for Liu Qingluo?

Miss Lu covered her mouth.

And after Yun Qian spoke a "fair word" for Liu Qingluo, she once again closed her eyes.

Liu Qingluo doesn’t need any particular skill, for being able to make Xu Chang’an say he likes it, and make her say she likes it too, is the greatest skill in the world.

Zhu Pingniang: "..."

She was silent for a good while, then cautiously asked Wen Li, "Ah Li, are Qingluo and Yun Qian close on the mountain?"

"Not clear." Wen Li shook her head.

At least in her eyes, she hadn’t seen Liu Qingluo and Yun Qian conversing. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Oh... I see." Zhu Pingniang had a strange expression, and it wasn’t just her; all the women present showed thoughtful expressions.

If it were some other woman, such a casual comment might not mean much, but it was Yun Qian who spoke, and Yun Qian was so tired and lazy that she wouldn’t want to say an extra word, yet she spoke for Liu Qingluo.

It was enough to prove that the relationship between the two must be very close.

"Alright, I admit I was blind." Zhu Pingniang sighed deeply, she thought Liu Qingluo was a useless girl, but unexpectedly she quietly impressed Yun Qian this much.

"But it’s not just me who’s blind, that old monk from the north is just like me." Zhu Pingniang spat, "Ah Bai, you know about that old Zen stubborn hiding out at my place, right?"

Li Zhibai nodded.

Zhu Pingniang continued, "I asked him to give a prophecy for Chang’an, do you know what he figured out? He said Chang’an would be an ordinary person his whole life, calling for the right moment to act, having the appearance of a pearl excavated...clearly saying Chang’an at his best would be like a pearl, but a dusty one."

Li Zhibai pondered for a while, then said, "As the head of the Zen Five Elders, his fortune-telling skill might not be called the best under heaven, but it’s true that no one under the Qiankun Realm surpasses him."

Yet such a person gave Chang’an such a life pattern, it clearly didn’t make sense.

"See, so it’s not just me who’s blind." Zhu Pingniang pursed her lips, "Even the Zen Five Elders, Qingluo often goes to that shabby temple to pray for Chang’an... never seen the monk discover Qingluo’s talent."

Zhu Pingniang probably also knew, when Qingluo prayed to the Buddha statue for Chang’an, her heartfelt words were probably all overheard by that shameless old monk.

"Even he is like this?" Li Zhibai was slightly surprised upon hearing this news but realized that not seeing Liu Qingluo’s talent couldn’t be blamed on Zhu Pingniang, as even she couldn’t match that old guy from Zen in specific directions.

She was silent for a while, then sighed, "Even Zen’s Buddha light couldn’t see through... does it mean that destiny itself is completely chaotic now?"

"Who knows? Anyway, his poor judgment was just right, otherwise if he were the one who discovered Chang’an back then..." Zhu Pingniang playfully touched her hair, "Then Chang’an would be going to become a monk, hehe... I wonder what it would feel like to touch his bald head."

"You!" Li Zhibai glanced at her helplessly.

Whatever you think, Chang’an, even without a wife, would never be a monk.

But at this moment, Miss Lu, who had listened to everything, finally understood the meaning within the words, her dark pupils trembling within her eyes.

Wait.

Wait, wait.

Could it be...

The nameless little broken temple the girls went to every day... was actually hiding a true Buddha?

You know, since there had only ever been one old monk and a group of yet-to-grow-up little novices, the girls were not only able to pray without interacting with adult males but could occasionally touch the little children’s bald heads and hear the clean children call them "sister."

That feeling can’t exactly be called salvation, but it was indeed a very good place.

Now having heard that there’s truly a Cultivator there, who might be very powerful, Miss Lu’s heart is filled with mixed emotions; doesn’t it mean that their occasional kind gestures like sending rice or flour to the old monk seemed like a joke to him?

Miss Lu’s face turned crimson.

She thought, this affair must be buried in her heart, otherwise... the girls would be too self-conscious to dare visit the temple.

She didn’t care about Zen Sect or any monk, she only knew that the small nameless temple allowed their girls to relieve stress... and that was enough.

She didn’t hear anything.

She heard nothing at all.

"Ah Bai, do you think if the old monk saw Qingluo after revealing her Open Source, would he be shocked beyond belief?" Zhu Pingniang smirked viciously.

It seems, when the old monk discovered the weak young girl who had been hanging around under his nose daily, praying for her beloved turned out to harbor the legendary Immortal Talent... he’d surely doubt his own judgment.

"It would be amusing if it disrupted his Buddha mind." Zhu Pingniang gloated, she had no fondness for the Buddhist Sect.

"Not to that extent." Li Zhibai shook her head, yet it seems... doubting his judgment is still likely: "He’d surely be quite astonished, though."

In fact, they were thinking too conservatively.

When the old monk first saw Liu Qingluo, in a daze, it seemed for a moment he saw a blazing inferno rising, witnessed a True God’s hand holding a Buddha Seal descending from the heavens, compared to whom even a Confucian Sect’s Innate Saint or a Daoist Sect’s Innate Daoist couldn’t compare to this moment’s gaze at the Divine.