The eunuch in the cold palace: You get the Nine Yang Divine Skill right from the start!

Shen Mo changed into civilian clothes and had just arrived a hundred meters outside the Directorate of Ceremonial when he saw Liao Guohong jogging over. With his weight of nearly two hundred pounds, his running was quite comical.

"Steward Shen, please wait!"

Liao Guohong stopped in front of Shen Mo, forced a smile and said, "Just now, a young eunuch from the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs came back and said he saw you heading towards the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs. I thought you were probably leaving the palace."

"I'm going out of the palace for a while. What brings you here?"

Seeing his hurried manner, Shen Mo wondered what was wrong.

Liao Guohong handed over the approved exit permit and said, "If you want to leave the palace in the future, you don't need to bother to come in person. Just send a eunuch."

Good heavens, Liao Guohong is so obsequious, even though he's one of the more powerful stewards among them?

Shen Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly. It was that saying, "Better to offend the King of Hell than to offend Shen Mo," that had caused his current infamous reputation.

"Manager Liao, you're too kind."

"That's not quite right!" Liao Guohong shook his head and said, "I'm a few years older than Brother Shen, so we might as well address each other as brothers from now on. To be honest, I felt an instant connection with you when I first met you, Brother Shen."

They've really lost all sense of shame.

Shen Mo still remembers how Liao Guohong made things difficult for him when they first met.

However, things are different now.

Shen Mo immediately cupped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Brother Liao, great minds think alike!"

This "Brother Liao" finally relieved Liao Guohong of his burden, as he was afraid that Shen Mo would still remember the unpleasantness of their first meeting.

Shen Mo, this living devil, is already the chief eunuch, with no one above him anymore. If he really wants to make a move, he can only target those chief eunuchs of the same rank.

"Brother Shen, I'll cover all the expenses for your trip out of the palace," Liao Guofan said, handing over a stack of silver notes without further ado.

Shen Mo had no choice but to accept it.

In the ten days since he took office, almost all the prominent eunuchs in the palace have come to congratulate him and give him gifts. Among them, Liao Guofan gave the most, as much as 100,000 taels of silver.

It seems that the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs not only wielded great power, but also offered a great deal of personal enrichment!

However, none of this has anything to do with his silence.

Shen Mo's motto is: whether you are an honest official or a corrupt official, as long as you don't become my enemy, you are a good official.

"Have a safe journey, my friend!"

Liao Guofan said a few more polite words before leaving. After obtaining the pass to leave the palace, Shen Mo went to the Imperial Stables to fetch his horse and leave.

Once outside the city gate, he mounted his horse.

They hurried to Suxin Nunnery.

Inside the temple, Su Chan had also shaved off her three thousand strands of hair and, wrapped in a monk's robe, guided the worshippers to offer incense and pray to Buddha.

Shen Mo stood silently at the door, observing. It wasn't hard to see that Su Chan was no longer as repressed as before; time always takes away those sad memories.

Su Chan finally noticed Shen Mo, and a smile involuntarily appeared on her face. She stepped forward and said, "Why are you spying on me without saying a word? No, I mean, Shen Mo!"

"Amitabha."

Shen Mo chanted a Buddhist prayer and then jokingly said, "The nun is so naturally beautiful that I'm afraid I won't be able to resist shaving my head and becoming a monk. I'll build a temple next to Suxin Nunnery and sneak over the wall every night to meet her in secret."

"You unreasonable eunuch, how dare you speak such absurd words in a Buddhist temple? Aren't you afraid of offending Buddha?"

Su Chan blushed immediately and punched him.

Shen Mo just smiled and looked at her without saying a word. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Abbess Duan Chen sweeping the floor not far away. The abbess noticed him too and hurriedly went to sweep other places with her head down.

Just like when we first met, I avoided him.

Su Chan followed Shen Mo's gaze and noticed the scene as well. She frowned and said, "Did you flirt with Abbess Duanchen? Ever since you left last time, she's been spacing out by herself from time to time."

Am I that kind of person?

Shen Mo raised his voice a few decibels to cover up his inner unease; what he had done was more than just teasing.

Su Chan nodded seriously: "I think you are!"

Shen Mo was speechless upon hearing this. Just then, the abbot came out of the main hall, so Shen Mo went up to him and chatted for a few minutes.

A corner of Suxin Nunnery.

Duan Chen swept the floor absentmindedly, his eyes fixed on the ground, his mind already wandering off somewhere else.

"Master!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from behind, startling Duan Chen so much that he dropped the broom he was holding.

Before she could bend down, Shen Mo picked up the broom and handed it to her.

"Buddha said there are three states of being a person: seeing through, letting go, and being at ease. If you, nun, cannot see through or let go, how can you be at ease?"

"How do you know I haven't seen through it all and let go?" Duan Chen retorted coldly.

Shen Mo shook his head: "If you, Master, saw through this, you wouldn't be avoiding me. Have you heard the story of the old monk and the young monk carrying a woman across the river?"

Duan Chen shook his head.

Shen Mo then recounted: "Once upon a time, an old monk and a young monk went down the mountain to beg for alms. When they came across a rushing river, there was a beautiful young woman on the riverbank who looked distressed. Without saying a word, the old monk carried her across the river."

The master and disciple continued on their journey. The young monk was sullen the whole way. Finally, he couldn't help but ask his master, "Everyone says that one should be detached from worldly desires and not get close to women. Why are you carrying that woman on your back?"

The old monk smiled faintly after hearing this and said, "I have long since let go of that female benefactor, yet you still keep her on your mind."

Duan Chen looked stunned, lost in thought.

The accident between the two of them was something Shen Mo had long since let go of, like the old monk, but she, like the little monk, kept it in her heart.

She was about to express her gratitude when she saw Shen Mo turn and leave, muttering to himself:

"Spring has a hundred flowers, autumn has a moon, summer has a cool breeze, and winter has snow. If there are no worries on your mind, then every season is a good season."

Duan Chen was stunned again. This talented poem was also a reminder to her.

After noon.

As usual, the abbot summoned everyone to explain the Buddhist scriptures, burn sandalwood incense, and strike the wooden fish.

Duan Chen seemed to have truly let go. This time, he didn't avoid her and even smiled and nodded to greet Shen Mo.

Shen Mo sat to her side.

Listening to sutras and chanting Buddhist prayers while admiring Duanchen's stunning profile is a win-win situation.

Put it down? Put a bird down.

He only talks about principles to others; he prefers to appreciate all the beautiful things in the world, especially beautiful women.

Flowers are beautiful, but you don't necessarily have to pick them; admiring them from afar is also a kind of satisfaction.

The sermon has ended.

Duan Chen called Shen Mo to a secluded corner and handed him a string of Buddhist prayer beads: "Thank you for your guidance, Benefactor Shen! This was given to me by my master when I entered the nunnery, and I have worn it for many years. Today, I am giving it to you."

"How could I possibly accept this?"

Shen Mo was polite in words, but his body obediently accepted the gift and put it on, even taking the opportunity to secretly smell it.

Besides a woody scent, it also carries a strong fragrance of Duan Chen's body.

"Thank you for the Buddhist prayer beads, nun. I shall take my leave now."

Shen Mo clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and turned to leave.

Duan Chen stood silently in place, his expression appearing very unnatural.

Just now, Shen Mo did it very discreetly, but she still saw his nostrils twitch, as if he was smelling the Buddhist beads.

I don't know if I'm overthinking it, or if he hasn't let go at all?

"Amitabha!"

Duanchen quickly chanted Buddhist mantras to eliminate the sins in his heart.