Many children, many blessings: Stealing the offspring of powerful figures to cultivate immortality.

As Fan Chenxin watched Jiang Yining skillfully control the situation with gentleness, the vine of "jealousy" in her heart sprouted a new leaf.

He finally stepped out of the shadows and stood between the Discipline Hall and Jiang Yining.

"This matter was approved by this humble monk."

Fan Chenxin's gaze swept over the monastic monk, and his voice returned to its usual cool and calm tone.

"Master Gu's actions are understandable, stemming from a compassionate fatherly heart."

"Mingzhao, take Master Gu to the quiet room outside the mountain gate to rest for a while, and send him down the mountain early tomorrow morning."

On the surface, he was upholding the temple rules by "inviting" Gu Qinghan out, but in reality, he was using a dignified way to separate this man who was constantly provoking her emotions from Jiang Yining's side.

Gu Qinghan gave Fan Chenxin a cold look and said nothing more.

He walked to Jiang Yining's side and whispered, "I'll be here tonight. If anything happens, just let me know."

As Gu Qinghan spoke, his fingertips twitched slightly, and a small, delicate Pure Yang sword talisman silently fell into Jiang Yining's sleeve.

After doing all this, he followed Mingzhao and turned to leave.

As Fan Chenxin watched the Pure Yang Sword Talisman flash by in Jiang Yining's sleeve, he felt for the first time that the night wind in the Buddhist temple was as cold as a sword piercing his heart.

Fan Chenxin returned to the side hall and spent a sleepless night.

The next morning, before dawn, there was a knock on the door of the side courtyard.

The visitor was not the monk who delivered the morning meal, but the head monk of the Vinaya Academy, Xuanbei.

Xuanbei was over a hundred years old, his face was withered, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

He was followed by four monks carrying discipline sticks, a procession several times larger than the one from the previous night.

"Amitabha."

Xuanbei's voice was as deep as an ancient bell, "Benefactor Jiang, I apologize for disturbing you."

Jiang Yining tucked Wu Bao in, put on an outer garment, and went out.

"What are your instructions, Master?"

"The Buddhist disciple has exhibited unusual behavior on several occasions; this is an unprecedented phenomenon at the Great Thunderclap Temple in the past century."

Xuanbei's gaze fell on Jiang Yining, scrutinizing her without any hesitation. "According to the investigation, it all started because of you, benefactor."

He paused, then said in an unquestionable tone: "To protect the Buddhist disciple's faith and to safeguard the reputation of Buddhism, please move to the female meditation room on the front mountain immediately. From today onwards, the Buddhist disciple is forbidden from having any further private contact with you and your mother."

This is to completely isolate her.

Jiang Yining was not angry. She simply turned around and went back into the house, where she gently picked up Wu Bao, who was still running a low fever.

The little girl was startled awake and shifted uneasily in her arms. Her illusory fox tail drooped weakly, and the faint trace of dark gold poison between her brows was barely visible.

Jiang Yining, holding the child, walked back to Xuan Bei.

Her face was pale, with dark circles under her eyes, and her beautiful face was full of fatigue and haggardness. She spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Master, I did not mean to disturb the Buddhist community, but my child... her life hangs by a thread, and the baptism at the Merit Pool is her only chance of survival."

She lowered her eyes, looking at her weak daughter in her arms, and two lines of clear tears slid down her cheeks at just the right moment.

"The baptism process is dangerous and requires the protection of close relatives to safeguard the soul. If the place or the person is changed, and her spirit is disturbed, this child... may be beyond saving."

She raised her head, her tearful, purple-gold eyes staring straight at Xuan Bei, filled with the helplessness and pleading of a mother.

"As a mother, all I ask for is to save my child."

"If this disturbs the Buddhist disciple's peaceful practice, I am willing to kowtow before the Buddha day and night to apologize. I only ask for the Master's compassion, considering that this child's life is not long, to allow us to finish treating this illness here."

The monks around them, looking at the sick child crying for food and the beautiful woman weeping with tears streaming down her face, loosened their grip on their discipline sticks and showed a look of pity.

Xuanbei, who had cultivated for a hundred years and whose heart was as firm as a rock, was still slightly moved at this moment.

Buddhism has strict precepts, but it also emphasizes compassion.

If word got out that a mother was being publicly expelled from the temple while holding her critically ill child and pleading for help, where would the Great Thunder Temple's reputation be?

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, Fan Chenxin arrived.

"The chief seat."

Fan Chenxin walked up to Xuan Bei, put his hands together, and said, "This matter is my fault and has nothing to do with Benefactor Jiang."

He took all the responsibility upon himself.

"I am willing to accept punishment, but this child's treatment must not be interrupted."

Fan Chenxin proposed, "From today onwards, the baptism will be conducted publicly by the Merit Pool, with disciples chanting scriptures and providing support. The Disciplinary Hall can send people to listen in and supervise the entire process."

"In this way, we neither violate the temple rules nor hinder the rescue of people."

Once again, he found a loophole within the rules for her.

Xuanbei pondered for a moment, and realized that this was indeed the most satisfactory solution at the moment.

He glanced at Fan Chenxin and finally nodded.

"As you say."

In the quiet room outside the mountain gate, Gu Qinghan suddenly opened his eyes.

He sensed the oppressive aura emanating from the back mountain, gripped the broken sword, and got up to climb the mountain.

"Don't move."

Jiang Yining's voice transmission rang in his mind in time, "I can handle it. Your coming up now will only make things more complicated."

"Do they dare to make things difficult for you?"

"We can't confront these monks head-on."

Jiang Yining's voice carried an undeniable command: "You and Feng Liuyun continue to help Sibao with his business. Don't let them cause any trouble. Wubao's treatment cannot be compromised."

The veins on the back of Gu Qinghan's hand, which was gripping the sword, bulged, but he eventually sat back down.

The crisis in the side courtyard was temporarily averted, but Xuanbei did not give up.

Before leaving, he scanned Jiang Yining with his divine sense, and his expression became even more solemn.

"This woman is simultaneously imbued with the auras of four completely different powerful beings: pure yang sword intent, nirvana fire energy, extreme yin ghost energy, and true dragon blood energy."

Xuanbei whispered to Mingzhao beside him, "Entangled in emotional debts, with complicated karma and heavy karmic obstacles, it's no wonder that he could shake the Buddhist disciple's resolve."

He immediately gave the order.

"Pass down the order to set up a 'Purification Incense Array' on the back mountain, burning it day and night, using the power of our Buddhist vows to wash away the defilement of this place and weaken its influence on Buddhist disciples."

As evening approached, a peculiar sandalwood fragrance permeated the back hill.

The fragrance carries a grand aspiration; inhaling it brings peace to the heart and dispels all distracting thoughts.

Just as Jiang Yining was about to take the Five Treasures to the Merit Pool, she smelled the fragrance, and the Myriad Spirits Divine Tree in her dantian suddenly trembled.

The sacred tree's instinct to devour was aroused, and it began to actively absorb the pure incense and prayer power in the air.

"Mother..."

Wu Bao let out a painful groan, and the dark gold pattern between his brows, which had long since faded, suddenly ignited again, more violently than ever before.

Jiang Yining's expression changed drastically. The power of the will devoured by the divine tree and the residual poison of the divine realm collided within her body, and a huge backlash struck. Her vision went black, and her body swayed uncontrollably.

"donor!"

A gasp of surprise.

Fan Chenxin took a step forward, crossing that invisible boundary in front of all the monks of the disciplinary hall, and reached out to support her arm as she was about to fall.

The warm, soft touch came from his palm, and Fan Chenxin's pupils suddenly contracted.

Xuan Bei looked at Fan Chenxin's hand resting on Jiang Yining's arm, his eyes as still as a stagnant pool, and slowly closed them.

This woman will become a demon in the heart of a Buddhist disciple!