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Below the stage, celebrities gathered in twos and threes, chatting in hushed tones, their conversations naturally revolving around the protagonist of the evening.

"Hey, Mr. Zhang, do you think Young Master Fu can win tonight's Buddhist debate?" Mr. Zhao whispered in Mr. Zhang's ear.

Mr. Zhang unscrewed the thermos, blew on the goji berry water inside, and slowly said, "Is that even a question? Young Master Fu is from Beijing, he grew up in that kind of circle, what hasn't he seen?"

"I heard that she could recite the Diamond Sutra at the age of three and had her head touched by a Living Buddha at the age of seven. That Chu Jin is just a little girl who makes web dramas, what waves can she possibly make?"

"I heard that Director Fu organized this exchange meeting specifically for the Chu family's daughter? Tsk tsk, young people really know how to have fun, even their pursuit of girls has become Zen-like."

Another boss joined the discussion.

"Chu Jin? The Chu family's heiress? I heard her company was just shut down by the fire department a few days ago. Director Fu's move to offer help in this time of need is brilliant! First, he suppressed her, then he gave her a way out. Wouldn't the young lady be incredibly grateful?"

A restaurant owner smiled.

"But Chu Jin is no pushover either. How could Chu Shichang's daughter be so simple? I heard she's getting very close to Secretary Lu's son," someone whispered a reminder.

"Secretary Lu's son? Just a student. How can he compare to the Fu family in Beijing's elite circles? Director Fu is clearly determined to win this time. Look at this setup, this grand display. He's obviously trying to establish his authority in front of us and make Chu Jin back down in public."

"I bet when Chu Jin arrives, Director Fu will just spout a few Buddhist principles and leave that girl speechless. Then Director Fu will generously say he'll forgive and forget, and the marriage will be a natural progression, right?"

"That makes sense! Director Fu's move was brilliant! It demonstrated his strength while saving face. No matter how arrogant Chu Jin is, he has to bow down in front of true power and influence."

"If Old Chu were here, seeing his daughter being publicly converted like this..."

"Chu Shichang? He's already overwhelmed with his own problems, how could he care about anything else? Besides, what does marrying into the Fu family even mean?"

"Given the Chu family's current situation, Young Master Fu is giving her too much credit. If she's smart, she should accept the opportunity to back down."

The group whispered among themselves, believing that the script for tonight's performance was already written.

They were just there to be background figures, and incidentally, to see if they could get a chance to curry favor with Director Fu.

Just then, the banquet hall door was slowly pushed open from the outside.

"Squeak—"

The slight noise attracted the attention of several people near the door, who instinctively turned to look.

Then, they were instantly dumbfounded.

The stunned silence buff seemed contagious, with one guest after another turning their gaze in astonishment.

Assistant Li also looked over, and then his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

Chu Jin did indeed arrive at the door.

She wore a white evening gown today, with a puffy skirt that revealed her long, straight legs encased in stockings.

She wore light makeup, her features were bright and beautiful, and her long hair was loosely tied back, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

There is a kind of beauty that is both lazy and noble, casual yet exquisite.

but!

Chu Jin did not come alone!

Beside her, closely following... an old bald man.

The old monk looked to be in his sixties, with a thin face and kind eyes. The most striking feature was the bright red kasaya he wore.

The robe is woven with intricate grid patterns of gold and silver threads, shimmering under the light, exuding solemnity and magnificence.

He clasped his hands together, walked steadily, and had a peaceful look in his eyes, exuding the aura of a highly accomplished monk.

This is not over yet.

Behind the old monk, two rows of bald heads followed neatly, and behind the bald heads were more than a dozen young and beautiful girls.

Leaving the girls aside for now, let's talk about the bald guy in front.

The twelve bald men in front of them were all over forty or fifty years old, wearing yellow robes and with serious expressions.

The bald men behind them were much younger, in their twenties or thirties, at least fifteen or sixteen by sight. They were wearing uniform brown monk robes, their hands clasped together, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Twenty or thirty bald men, their heads gleaming, silently entered the high-society banquet hall.

The entire banquet hall fell silent.

Everyone was stunned.

They anticipated that Chu Jin might attend in full regalia, perhaps with a lawyer or bodyguard, or even with Secretary Lu's son to lend her support.

But who the hell could have imagined that she would bring two rows of monks to a Buddhist exchange meeting?!

Assistant Li stood there stunned for a long time before finding his voice. He swallowed hard, took a small step forward, and leaned close to Director Fu's ear: "Young Master Fu... Miss Chu... she's here."

Fu Ting sat cross-legged on the futon, still maintaining his meditative posture with his eyes closed.

Upon hearing Assistant Li's words, a fan-shaped smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Three parts composure, three parts compassion, three parts determination, and one part left for Chu Jin to savor.

Honestly, he had been preparing for tonight's Buddhist exchange for a long time.

Not only did I review this and that, but I also stayed up all night catching up on this and that, and even downloaded several audio recordings of Buddhist debates to listen to on the go.

He was determined to impress Chu Jin and show her what true Buddhist scholarship and the demeanor of a Buddhist in Beijing's elite circles were!

If before he only viewed the marriage alliance with the Chu family as a family task and was indifferent, then after these two days of correspondence, Chu Jin has successfully aroused his strong interest and desire to conquer.

This woman, with her solid knowledge of Buddhism, quick wit, and intelligence evident in every word, was a perfect match for him!

A Buddhist from Beijing's elite circle and a wealthy heiress well-versed in Buddhist principles—this couple is undoubtedly the most dazzling pairing in Beijing's social circles, easily outshining all those mediocre women who only know how to buy bags and flaunt yachts!

Thinking of this, Fu Ting's sense of satisfaction and anticipation reached its peak.

He calmly turned his head toward the doorway.

All living beings are but floating bubbles, while I alone sit on my lotus throne.

Since she has caught my eye, she will become my... concubine?!

What the hell is this?!

The fan-shaped smile on Fu Ting's face completely collapsed in a fraction of a second, shattering into pieces.

Consort Mingfei has brought the Arhat Hall to cause trouble?!

"Master, please take a seat." Chu Jin clasped her hands together in prayer to the master beside her.

Master Huifa gave the major client a kind smile, and then, without any hesitation, walked confidently straight to the main stage.

Fu Ting's entire body had lost all color, and he appeared as a black and white cracked stone statue.

Master Huifa walked to the opposite side of the hall, lifted the hem of his kasaya, and naturally sat down cross-legged on another futon.

The monks followed closely behind, not caring whether there were cushions on the ground, and sat down cross-legged directly behind the abbot, their eyes shining as they all looked towards the Fu Hall opposite.

This is the person who wants to take on an entire temple by himself.

This is a battle that will cost the honor of the entire temple!

The old monk clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and his voice, though aged, was loud and clear, echoing throughout the silent banquet hall:

"Amitabha Buddha, I am Huifa, the abbot of Tanapala Temple, and I have come with the monks of the temple to attend the Buddhist exchange meeting hosted by Benefactor Fu, to learn a few things from you, and I hope you will not hesitate to give me your guidance."

The monks behind him simultaneously clasped their hands together, bowed slightly, and chanted in unison:

"Amitabha!"