The Valued Lady is Truly Dominant-Chapter 211: The Slap in the Face Came So Quickly

Look at you, a foreign soul occupying someone else’s body, what’s up with that?

Being stared at by Jinghui like that, Song Ci felt guilty and wanted to run away, fearing the other might recite scriptures to exorcise her.

Luckily, Jinghui was held back by some believers who wanted him to bless them.

With so many people, Jinghui certainly wouldn’t go around blessing everyone, otherwise, who would he touch on the head, and even if he agreed, what if everyone rushed forward and caused a stampede?

Jinghui naturally was escorted away.

Meanwhile, the master of ceremonies soothed the believers, saying the debate plaza was ready with Holy Water and Vegetarian Beans, and the believers could go take a sip for healing and to relieve the summer heat.

Song Ci nodded quietly, thinking the master of ceremonies’ soothing was quite effective, as the surging believers immediately stopped clamoring.

Song Ci was also escorted back to the Zen Temple to drink holy water and have vegetarian meals.

"Madam Song, what do you think of Master Jinghui’s lecture?" Madam Fan approached with a smile and asked.

Song Ci didn’t blink: "Master Jinghui’s lectures are excellent, in every aspect, every session. You’re asking this, do you think the master has lost his touch?"

Madam Fan: "..."

Madam Li stepped forward, wanting to make good with Madam Fan, said: "Madam Song didn’t really listen closely, did you? I thought you fell asleep?"

Song Ci looked at her with some shock: "You actually noticed?"

Everyone was a bit stunned to hear this.

Did she really fall asleep?

Even Madam Li was taken aback, admitting so honestly?

Song Ci looked touched: "Master Jinghui truly lives up to being a Saint Monk. Just one lecture successfully lulled me into a deep sleep. To be honest, I even dreamed that I was in the presence of the Buddha, personally listening to the Buddha’s teachings, with Master Jinghui standing beside me. Oh, the atmosphere there can’t be compared to the present, so solemn and dignified, my soul was so moved beyond words."

Everyone: "..."

Such nonsense almost sounds believable; we nearly bought it.

Madam Li’s face almost twisted, blatantly lying like this in the temple, aren’t you afraid of the Buddha’s wrath?

"The Buddha is in my heart. Whether I’m asleep or not, it makes no difference. But Madam Li, I truly wonder about your interest in me, could it be you were so focused on watching me that you missed the lecture?"

Madam Li wanted to spit at her, how shameless can you get? fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

Madam Fan, with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, said: "For Madam Song to fall asleep during Master Jinghui’s lecture, I must say I admire you."

The words carried a hint of Song Ci’s disrespect.

"To be lectured to sleep shows the master’s skill. As you know, at my age, sleep is light and hard to come by. The master is truly meritorious." Song Ci chuckled.

Everyone wanted to laugh but didn’t dare, holding it in painfully.

Madam Fan was really about to laugh with anger, just as she was about to say something when she saw a young monk approaching, so she closed her mouth.

The young monk came over, put his hands together, and greeted everyone with a Buddhist salute.

All the madams returned the greeting, curious about what brought the young monk here.

"Old Benefactor Song, Master Jinghui invites you to the Zen Temple to discuss Buddhist principles." The young monk smilingly said to Song Ci.

Everyone: "..."

Could it be any more outrageous, someone who fell asleep during the master’s lecture being invited over by Master Jinghui for a chat, what about them?

Not everyone gets to see Master Jinghui, how big of a deal is this face?

The faces of Madam Fan and Madam Li turned green with embarrassment; they had just been talking about Song Ci’s disrespect, and the face-slapping came so quickly, it hurt.

Song Ci, however, was wailing inside, it’s over, she was definitely noticed by that handsome monk.

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