Pawning lifespan, starting from a low-level martial arts world to transform into a dragon.

Chapter 98 Uncontrollable Rage: The Man Who Stole Another's Wife Gets His Wife Stole Too

Guan Rongci was a frequent visitor to Xiangguo Temple and was already very familiar with it.

After paying her respects and offering incense in the Buddhist hall, she avoided the monks' gaze and, accompanied by her personal maid, walked straight toward the temple.

As she approached that familiar door, Guan Rongci suddenly stopped, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Guan Rongci stood at the door for a long time before finally letting out a breath and instructing the nanny beside her, "You wait outside."

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"Yes, madam."

Guan Rongci did not hesitate any longer and reached out to push open the door.

The room was filled with the curling smoke of sandalwood incense.

A thin monk was sitting cross-legged on the bed, chanting scriptures in a low voice.

Hearing the door open, he slowly turned around.

Guan Rongci stood at the door, momentarily lost in thought.

The handsome face I remember is now much older, with a sickly pallor in its sallow complexion.

When Master Mingxin saw her, a hint of surprise flashed across his withered face.

He slowly stood up, supporting himself on the edge of the bed, his movements accompanied by labored breathing. His gaze lingered on her face for a long time before he whispered, "You—how did you get here—cough cough cough—"

Guan Rongci didn't say anything, but closed the door behind her and walked to the opposite side of him.

Looking at his sickly face, she asked, "It's only been a short time since we last met, how did you manage to get yourself into this state?"

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Master Mingxin gave a wry smile, sat back down on the edge of the bed, coughed twice, and said, "I made a mistake while practicing my martial arts and damaged the foundation of my lungs. I estimate I'll recover after a period of recuperation—cough cough—"

Guan Rongci took it as a word of comfort and remained silent.

Unaware of her thoughts, Master Mingxin asked, "How is Rong'er doing now?"

Guan Rongci said irritably, "It's not good to follow your own whims."

Upon hearing this, Master Mingxin's expression tightened, and he said, "Has he caused trouble again?"

"I've gotten myself into some trouble." A barely perceptible layer of fatigue appeared on Guan Rongci's face. "I'm working on dealing with it now. With a little more time, I should be able to sort it out."

"That's good." Master Mingxin raised his head, looked at her still rosy face, and sighed, "Ahem—you've had a hard time these past years—"

At over fifty, one should be able to let go of many things from the past, but Guan Rongci clearly hasn't.

Mentioning this, she couldn't contain her grievances and said sarcastically, "What's so hard about me? It's you, the important Buddhist scholar, who works so hard studying Buddhist teachings every day."

"Amitabha!" Master Mingxin heard the resentment in her words and shook his head helplessly, saying, "It seems that your Buddhist practice has not progressed yet, and you are still so easily agitated."

Guan Rongci twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Why I practice Buddhism, do you not know? It's just to get through the days."

The meditation room was quiet for a moment.

"Your obsession runs too deep." Master Mingxin looked at Guan Rongci as if recalling some distant past event.

Guan Rongci couldn't help but sneer twice, and said sarcastically, "Isn't my obsession something that comes from you?"

I still remember that whenever you came to the official residence to see me, you always liked to meet me under the osmanthus tree in the back garden.

Later, when we went to the Feng family's house, you still couldn't break that habit, which made me terrified every time you came.

Upon hearing this, a hint of emotion finally appeared on Master Mingxin's usually calm and composed face.

He quickly closed his eyes, ignored everything, and only chanted Amitabha Buddha's name.

"What, you forgot?"

"Ha!" Guan Rongci continued to pour out her grievances, "After Rong'er was born, I was on tenterhooks every day, afraid that Feng Bainian would find out. Fortunately, Buddha protected us, and Feng Bainian was an honest man who never suspected anything—otherwise, what would have become of my daughter and me in the mansion? Have you thought about that?"

Master Mingxin coughed violently again, and after catching his breath a few times, he managed to say, "Since I have already devoted myself to Buddhism—the past in the secular world—should not be mentioned again—"

Guan Rongci approached step by step and said, "Why don't you mention it? I wish I could bring it up here every day! Don't think you can get rid of us, mother and son, by hiding in this temple."

"I'm telling you, you can't escape!"

Just then, a loud bang came from outside the door.

"Bang!"

The wooden door to the meditation room was kicked open with brute force!

The old woman guarding the door slammed into the wall along with the door panel, letting out a muffled groan before falling silent.

Broken wood chips scattered everywhere.

Guan Rongci turned around in shock.

Feng Bainian stood at the door, his face ashen, staring intently at the two people inside.

His chest heaved violently, his fists clenched, and his whole body trembled.

"Master—what are you doing here?"

When Guan Rongci saw Feng Bainian, her face turned deathly pale, and her previous arrogance vanished instantly.

Master Mingxin's expression also changed drastically. He tried to sit up, but he was too weak to support himself and fell back onto the bed, coughing and curling up.

Feng Bainian stepped over the threshold.

His gaze was like a knife, scrutinizing the two of them several times before he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine—you two really are—"

"That's great!"

His chest heaved violently as he moved step by step toward the bed.

Guan Rongci forced a calm expression and said, "Sir, please let me explain—"

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Bainian rudely interrupted her.

"Shut up!" Feng Bainian pointed at her, his anger barely contained. "You wretch! I've treated you well, how dare you treat me like this!"

For some reason, seeing Guan Rongci's face again caused an inexplicable surge of anger to rise to his head, almost making him lose his mind.

He suddenly raised his arm, a gust of wind rose from his palm, and it looked like he was about to make a move.

"Grandpa!"

Zhou Yun'e rushed in, grabbed Feng Bainian's arm, and hurriedly advised, "Grandpa, you mustn't! This is Xiangguo Temple, not the Feng family's backyard. If you beat Madam to death in the temple, where will the Feng family's reputation be?"

Feng Bainian's movements froze, his arm hanging in mid-air.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Yun'e. At this moment, he knew perfectly well that the fact that he had stumbled upon this scandalous affair today was most likely the work of his daughter-in-law.

Although he was extremely unhappy about being schemed against, he would still be kept in the dark if it weren't for that.

For a moment, my thoughts were in turmoil, and I couldn't put them into words.

Zhou Yun'e released his arm, took a half step back, and lowered her voice even further: "Family scandals should not be aired in public. If you trust me, Father, we can discuss this matter after we return home. If we make a scene today, it will only make us a laughing stock in front of outsiders."

Feng Bainian stared at her with a gloomy expression, snorted coldly, and did not expose her.

He then turned to look at Guan Rongci, whose face was ashen, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes. Finally, he turned and strode out the threshold.

Guan Rongci was stunned for a moment, then, connecting the cause and effect, she suddenly realized.

She glared at Zhou Yun'e: "It was you! That letter, you wrote it, didn't you?!"

"What letter? I don't know what you're talking about, Madam." Zhou Yun'e said calmly, "Did you come here today because you're thinking of your old lover?"

"I just happened to hear the noise and was worried that my father-in-law would get upset. Madam, you're busy, so I won't disturb your reminiscing."

After saying that, she turned around, a bright and undisguised smile blooming on her face.

All the gloom of the past has completely vanished at this moment.

Watching Zhou Yun'e's retreating figure, Guan Rongci's face was filled with resentment as she cursed, "Damn bitch! Damn it!"

puff.

The Buddhist prayer beads she was clutching were shattered by the sudden surge of true energy, the beads scattering and rolling on the blue brick floor with a chaotic sound.

The next moment, it was as if all the bones in Guan Rongci's body had been suddenly removed. Her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, unable to move any further.

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