A second chance with my billionaire husband

Chapter 1796 - 409: Deliverance for All, Salvation Only for the Wicked (Part 3)

Wait, where did they say they were going?

The terrain of Han Mountain is remote, and there’s no direct transportation. After taking the coach, they were dropped off ten kilometers from Han Mountain in the wilderness. They still had to walk ten kilometers of mountain roads, and Yan Xing, who had never walked such a distance before, developed blisters on her feet. If it weren’t for Kang Qi carrying her most of the way, she would have already been exhausted.

"You’re still hurt, and I’m making you carry me. I’m really sorry."

Kang Qi didn’t speak, just kept walking forward tirelessly. Yan Xing looked at the man’s silent profile, with sweat streaming down his nose, thinking how manly he was.

She felt that something was off with Kang Qi today; he seemed cold and didn’t talk much along the way. Was he upset about having to carry her? Hmph, such a petty man.

"Hey, do you know about the Baili family?" Yan Xing recounted the scene she witnessed at the hospital.

"Hmm, the Baili family is a century-old family in Gusu City, highly regarded and influential there. The man you mentioned must be the young master of the Baili family, Baili Zhuo."

"It really is him, so handsome, but such a pity he’s about to die." Yan Xing sighed.

Kang Qi pursed his lips, "Baili Zhuo has been brilliantly intelligent since childhood, known as the Little Prodigy. It’s rumored that he’s very kind-hearted, never hesitating to help anyone in need. All the beggars in Gusu City have benefitted from his generosity, earning him a high reputation in the city. In the past, when a tyrant bullied villagers, he used reason and emotion to reform the tyrant, which became a famous story. Eight years ago, during a major flood disaster, he persuaded his family to donate a vast sum to disaster relief, gaining immense public respect, revered as a reincarnated Bodhisattva. But these are just stories; the truth is unclear. They say that extreme wisdom leads to downfall; just a few months ago, Baili Zhuo suddenly fell ill with an incurable disease, which some say is the heavens’ jealousy of his talents."

"Ah...are there really such people in real life? I thought they only existed in TV dramas." Yan Xing suddenly looked at Kang Qi and joked, "How do you know so much gossip? Could it be you...?"

"You’re overthinking it." Kang Qi gave her a sideways glance, "Baili Zhuo’s name is known in almost every household in Gusu."

They arrived at the foot of the mountain, and Yan Xing’s scalp tingled as she looked at the endless stairs, "Don’t tell me we have to climb that...."

"Didn’t you inquire before coming? Hanshan Temple is famous for its ten-thousand-step stairs. All incense visitors coming to worship must take this route. Without sincerity, how can there be talk of worshiping Buddha?"

Kang Qi finished speaking and started climbing up.

Yan Xing gritted her teeth; she had made it to the foot of the mountain—turning back now would be a waste... To see her second sister, she should give it her all...

When Yan Xing, using her last bit of strength, climbed up to the top, she collapsed on the ground, feeling like she had met the Buddha...

After resting for a while, she heard a woman’s anxious voice beside her: "Little Monk, saving a life is like fighting a fire, please let me see Master Huiming. I’m begging you on my knees...."

"Benefactor, that’s absolutely not necessary, please stand up." The little monk’s voice sounded so pleasant; merely hearing his voice, one could tell he’s a handsome young man.

Yan Xing turned her head to look, and sure enough, it was the Lady Baili she had seen at the hospital.

Next to her lay Baili Zhuo, covered with a blanket that concealed most of his face.

Lady Baili was kneeling on the ground, and the little monk tried to pull her up, but she stubbornly refused: "If you don’t let me see Master Huiming, I will not rise from my knees. Little Monk, I’m begging you; my child can’t wait any longer. It’s said that Buddha compassionately embraces all, so why can’t you show the greatest compassion and save my child? He is so kind-hearted, and our Baili family performs good deeds every year; why can’t we receive good fortune? Isn’t your Buddha’s principle of universal salvation meant to save good people? Why do only wrongdoers receive salvation? What virtue have we accumulated?"

The woman kept questioning.

Well said, Yan Xing applauded her in her heart. Baili Zhuo was a great person; how could he not meet a good end?

"Little Monk, someone is pleading at the temple gates. Considering their sincerity, can’t you make an exception? Also, having a frail woman kneel and plead with you—is this the magnanimity of your ancient temple?"

Yan Xing stood up and said.

The woman looked at her gratefully.

The little monk put his hands together and chanted the Buddha’s name: "Amitabha, it’s not that I’m preventing you from seeing him, but the master has traveled far and wide and is not in the temple. You’ve arrived at an untimely moment."

"What?" The woman cried out in disbelief, as if struck by lightning.

How could this be? Is it truly fate that would doom my son?

"My poor little master...." The chubby woman began to wail.

"Nonsense, I think you’re just making excuses not to save him. I see your ancient temple is just so-so, showing no mercy at all, Buddha’s compassion my foot." Yan Xing shouted with her hands on her hips.

She couldn’t stand monks; she hated temples. If not for them, would she have lost her second sister?

The little monk furrowed his brow slightly, glanced at her: "Benefactor, please don’t speak falsehoods."

Kang Qi pulled on her: "Calm down."

Shouting at people at their temple gate—isn’t this courting disaster? Though they are monks and won’t bother with a little girl, it’s still inappropriate.

"Let go of me." Yan Xing shook off Kang Qi, took a few steps forward, and pointed at the little monk’s nose, cursing: "What about what I said? You monks are all a bunch of hypocrites, I hate seeing you. Let your Abbot come out; what kind of enlightened monk hides and refuses to meet people?"

"You, you...." The little monk wasn’t fully trained; usually respected, he’d never been openly scolded like this, making his face blush with shame, unable to say a word.

"What’s wrong with me? Can’t think of a retort, huh? Hmph, go tell your Abbot that I’m here and plan to collect what’s owed to me today."

"You... you’re simply unreasonable." The little monk flung his sleeves, his cheeks puffing up in anger.

"Fei Ye." A soft voice came from inside, and the little monk immediately put his hands together, turned respectfully: "Senior Brother."

"What’s going on?"

A tall and slender monk walked out, with refined features, and Yan Xing thought, how come all the monks here are so handsome, what a waste of good looks.

"This benefactor disrespected Buddha, insulting our master." Fei Ye said, aggrieved.

Yan Xing snorted lightly, the little monk was quite good at complaining.

Fei Tan’s gaze calmly looked over, and upon seeing Yan Xing’s face, his pupils momentarily contracted.

"You...."