A master of comedy!

"Can everyone choose one item?"

Hongxian was a little incredulous and couldn't help but ask again, but then seemed to remember something and quickly patted her mouth.

Stop asking so many questions! What if that old monk changes his mind?
Fortunately, the abbot laughed heartily and said, "That's right, each member of the Zhou family can choose one item."

Zhou Sheng felt a little embarrassed; with so many of them, they could practically empty half of the Medicine Buddha Temple.

"Please don't stand on ceremony, everyone. This is a unanimous decision made by all the monks in our temple. This is the only way we can express our gratitude."

Clearly, they were also moved by the spirit of Zhou Sheng and the others.

Even at the very last moment, the Zhou family troupe did not give up, risking everything to use dark magic to awaken them.

Seeing the other person's determined gaze, Zhou Sheng didn't say anything more and nodded to signal everyone to choose the treasure.

Seeing the boss nod, Hongxian was the first to jump out. Without hesitation, she went to the 108 Arhats Demon-Subduing Lock, which sounded the most imposing, reached out and took it off, hanging it around her neck.

Although only seventy-two beads remained on the rosary, it was still enormous and numerous. Each bead was made of Indian wootz steel and mixed with meteorite iron, making it extremely heavy.

If you look closely, you'll see that each bead is engraved with intricate Sanskrit characters.

Thus, a very discordant scene appeared: a beautifully sculpted little girl was wearing a heavy string of Buddhist prayer beads around her neck, which almost reached her calves.

Hongxian, however, was very fond of it. After obtaining the method of manipulation from the abbot, she couldn't help but activate her magic power, pouring it into one of the Buddhist beads while chanting incantations.

"Om Siddha Padma..."

As the incantation was recited and magical power poured in, one of the prayer beads suddenly shot out like a thunderbolt, with a powerful and majestic sound. The demon-subduing scriptures on it shone brightly, looking like a small sun from afar.

Boom!

The pillars of the main hall shook violently, and the Buddhist bead was deeply embedded in it, with cracks spreading like a spider web.

Hongxian's mouth was agape, her eyes darting around, revealing a hint of guilt.

It seems... I've gotten into trouble.

Zhou Sheng quickly glared at her and said, "Aren't you going to take it back?"

She quickly chanted the incantation to retract it, and the abbot beside her seemed to remember something, hurriedly calling out, "Wait—"

Whoosh!

As the embedded Buddhist beads flew back, the pillar of the hall shattered into pieces with a loud crash, turning into rubble, with faint traces of charred blackness still visible on it.

This pillar was the key to the main hall's load-bearing capacity, and with its collapse, the entire Buddhist hall was on the verge of collapse.

"It's over, it's over!"

Hongxian closed her eyes, her forehead covered in sweat from anxiety. Suddenly, as if struck by a flash of inspiration, she quickly unleashed her Seventy-Two Transformations.

It turned into a pillar, exactly the same as the one that had been destroyed before.

The "pillar" hopped and skipped to the destroyed site and supported the entire hall.

"Boss, boss, this is so heavy, please help me!"

Zhou Sheng shook his head and smiled, then said irritably, "You've damaged the Buddhist temple, so you're punished by having to stay here and hold it up until the new pillars are built."

The abbot gave Hongxian a deep look.

On his first attempt, he was able to unleash such power, and the transformation technique was extremely sophisticated. If he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, even he wouldn't have been able to see the flaws.

Boss Zhou is indeed no ordinary person; even the little maidservant who follows him has such abilities.

Following that, the other members of the Zhou family troupe also stepped forward to select their favorite treasures.

Xiao Wu chose a patchwork robe, Yun Niang chose a lotus lantern, and Uncle Wei picked a dragon-subduing staff forged from lightning-struck wood...

In the end, I chose the brocade zither.

She was as serene and beautiful as a lotus, neither vying nor competing. Only after everyone had made their selections did she gracefully step forward, her azure eyes sweeping over the remaining treasures.

In terms of contributions, her contributions are absolutely no less than those of anyone else except Zhou Sheng.

When she sang "The Medicine Buddha", her piano playing was almost nonstop. Every note was infused with her heart and soul, which made the play so amazing.

When the performance ended, Zhou Sheng noticed that her slender hands were marked with red welts. Jinse picked up the wooden fish and struck it, producing a clear and ethereal sound, imbued with Buddhist chants. For her, who loved all kinds of beautiful sounds, this was undoubtedly a great pleasure.

She liked the wooden fish very much, but after thinking about it, she put it down and then walked to the broken-monk knife.

Before his fingers even touched the hilt of the knife, the guqin behind him began to ring out, its notes chaotic and startling.

Clearly, this dagger is too sharp and unsuitable for her, who has mastered the guqin.

"I choose it."

Jinse, without any hesitation, chose the Breaking the Precepts Blade.

The abbot frowned and advised, "Female benefactor, it's not that I'm unwilling, but this knife is harmful to you. Choosing it might not be a good idea—"

"Master, I would like to give you this knife."

Jinse smiled faintly, her glassy eyes gazing quietly at Zhou Sheng, a flicker of emotion crossing her face.

Everyone was taken aback upon hearing this.

The atmosphere seemed to change instantly.

Everyone knows about Xiao Feng's ambiguous relationship with the troupe leader, and Xiao Feng is also a close friend of the Fairy Qin. Now that the Fairy Qin has publicly presented a knife, what's behind this...?

The crowd's eyes held restraint, but in reality, they were burning with anticipation, as if they had caught a whiff of something secret.

Even the red thread stopped complaining about being heavy. Two big eyes appeared on the pillar, sometimes looking at the eldest brother, sometimes at Jinse, and chuckling.

"Jinse, I appreciate your kindness, but—"

“Master, you helped me avenge my blood feud. I’ve been thinking about how to thank you. You looked at this knife sixteen times just now. Since that’s the case, I’d like to give it to you.”

Jinse said frankly, "If you don't want it, then I'm afraid I won't have the face to stay in the Zhou family troupe anymore."

Zhou Sheng was taken aback upon hearing this, but then he stopped hesitating and stepped forward to take the knife.

Since killing the general, Jinse has always been a person who is indifferent to worldly affairs and detached from everything. The fact that she can say these words today shows that her mind is made up.

"Jinse, I really like this knife... Thank you."

Upon hearing Zhou Sheng's words, a smile finally blossomed on Jinse's beautiful and ethereal face.

She didn't care what others thought. A musician should do what's in their heart. Since she wanted to express her gratitude, she did it. She didn't care about the occasion or the impact.

Besides, she didn't think Xiaofeng would get angry so easily; after all, they were good sisters.

……

Xunyang City, the Temple of the God of Drama.

As dusk fell and the temple gates closed, the once holy and dignified Goddess of Wind, who had been worshipped by many believers, collapsed instantly.

She flew out of the jade statue and sat on her own shrine, eating the offerings while swinging her legs. She even kicked off one of her embroidered shoes without regard for her image, revealing her slender and beautiful feet beneath her snow-white silk stockings.

"Becoming a god is so boring..."

"I wonder how Danshan and the others are doing?"

"Once I achieve the golden body of incense offering, I will definitely go with them!"

"Forget it, let's take a look at the banned books."

With nothing else to do, Yao Taifeng took out her private collection of "forbidden books," which were mostly erotic stories about lovesick men and women.

Since she sang the pink opera last time, it seems like she has opened a new world.

Besides legendary tales about chivalrous heroes, she also started reading these vulgar books that she had previously looked down upon.

I discovered... it's actually quite good-looking.

Sometimes the stories in it are quite infuriating.

"How could this woman be so wicked? She's clearly the female protagonist's best friend, yet she secretly seduces the other woman's husband. She's absolutely despicable!!"

...(End of this chapter)