Female Supreme: Population is in crisis, I have a fruit-bearing tree

Su Qinghe looked at him with mockery in her eyes.

"All the talk of benevolence, righteousness and morality is nothing but shackles to imprison people's hearts. This is the Buddha that people believe in."

"No...I..." Wuwang opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but found that he had nothing to say.

"What the donor said is absolutely right."

An old voice came from behind the hall, and then an old man in a khaki monk's robe walked out.

"Master host!"

When Wuwang saw the old man in yellow robe, he immediately called out to him in a low voice and came up behind him in small steps.

Su Qinghe looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man with white beard and beard, kind eyes, holding a string of prayer beads, looking very respectable.

"Does the host agree with me?"

Su Qinghe was surprised. After all, he was a monk with decades of experience and had even risen to the position of abbot. How could he turn against his allies so easily?

The old monk nodded slightly and walked in front of Su Qinghe.

"What you said is very true, I will learn from your teaching."

The old monk smiled and said: "Buddha is not omnipotent. There are many sufferings in the world, and Buddha cannot save them all."

"But believing in Buddha is more of a spiritual sustenance, which allows people to have hope when facing suffering."

"...So what the donor said about being illusory is indeed true." The old man stroked his beard.

"Master?" Wuwang looked at him blankly, thinking he had heard it wrong.

How can a teacher who taught me to respect Buddha since childhood say that Buddha is fake?

The old man patted his bald head and smiled.

"Don't worry. You grew up in the temple and rarely went down the mountain. You have little experience, so you naturally think everything is as comfortable as in the temple."

"When you have a chance to go down the mountain, you will understand after you have more experience."

After saying this, he looked at Su Qinghe and said, "The donor can have such insights. I believe you must have experienced many vicissitudes of life and seen through the world."

Su Qinghe shook her head without commenting, "It's just that I've seen and experienced a lot of suffering in the world."

The abbot nodded in understanding, "No matter what, I have to thank you for letting Wuwang learn from me."

Su Qinghe raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Master, you are too polite. I just said it casually."

Turning his head to look at the confused little monk behind him, Su Qinghe felt no emotion at all.

She didn't mean to destroy other people's faith, she was just stating the truth.

The abbot turned around, bowed devoutly to the Buddha statue, and said to the crowd: "The time has come, the temple will soon be closed, all donors please hurry up and burn incense."

After hearing this, everyone stopped thinking about what Su Qinghe and the host had just said, and lined up to pay their respects quickly one by one.

After Qin Anmin's last husband paid his respects, the crowd walked out of the palace in triumph.

But Su Qinghe could feel that from the moment she stood there waiting to the moment she left the hall, there had always been a hidden gaze staring at her.

She looked for him once and saw that it was the little monk named Wuwang, so she ignored him.

After leaving Lingyan Temple, everyone was chattering all the way. Apart from Qin Anmin's loud voice, there was the discussion of a group of men. From what they talked about, most of them were about what Su Qinghe had just said.

"Wife, have you had a bad life before?"

Ji Qingyu held Su Qinghe's arm sullenly, looked at her and asked softly, with some pity in his eyes.

Su Qinghe was amused by his appearance and pinched his nose with a chuckle.

"Yes, a little, but it's better than someone's butt!"

"What is my wife talking about!" Ji Qingyu's face turned red. He let go of Su Qinghe's hand and ran to chase Qin Ange in front of him.

"Haha..." Su Qinghe laughed triumphantly, wondering if he would dare to feel sorry for her again in the future.

Looking at Su Qinghe who was laughing so happily, and then looking at Ji Qingyu who was running away in shame in front of him, Lin Xi shook his head helplessly.

"Why do you have to tease him, my wife? Yu'er means well this time. He has been sad for a long time just now!" He gave Su Qinghe a reproachful look.

"It's fun to tease!"

Su Qinghe took his arm and gave him some strength so that he could save some effort when going down the slope. Ji Yuan and Ling Feng were each supported by their servants.

It took much less time to go down the mountain than to go up. It didn't take long for them to reach the halfway point. After chatting for a few minutes, they got on their respective carriages and went down the mountain together.

When they returned home, it was already past noon, but fortunately there were several plates of fruits and cakes in the carriage, so the pregnant men did not go hungry.

Zhang Fu received the news early, and the food had already been served on the table. When Su Qinghe and the others arrived, they could start eating right away.

Perhaps it was because the exercise increased their appetite, or perhaps they were really hungry, but the men all ate with relish, and there was much less leftover food on the table than usual.

"My dear wife, we will go back first. Please take a rest."

After sitting and drinking tea for a while, Lin Xi suggested going back to take a nap, and the others did the same.

Su Qinghe naturally had no objection and nodded with a smile.

"Well, I'm a little tired today. Soak your feet in hot water before going to bed. Remember to ask someone next to you to massage your legs, otherwise they might hurt tomorrow."

"Especially you three, you are already heavy. If you don't take care, your calves will get swollen tomorrow." Su Qinghe said, looking at the three pregnant men.

"Ah."

A few of them nodded, chatted for a few more words and then left together, leaving only Ling Feng behind.

Su Qinghe looked at him. "What's the matter?"

"Yeah." Ling Feng responded and sat back down.

"It has been more than a month since I left the Seven Killing Pavilion. There is less than half a month left until the agreed time. We have to set off."

Su Qinghe looked thoughtful. "Is the Seven Killing Pavilion headquarters far from Tianhe County?"

Ling Feng shook his head.

"It's not far. If you ride a horse, you can get there in six or seven days, traveling day and night. But I'm pregnant now, so I can't ride a horse. If you take a carriage, you have to travel a few days earlier."

"Sure," Su Qinghe said in a deep voice. "Do you have anyone available? After I leave, someone needs to look after Lin Xi and the others."

Ling Feng looked embarrassed when he heard this.

"Yes, there are, but there are only a dozen of them. If Qiu Shan sent more people, I'm afraid..."

He didn't say the rest, but Su Qinghe could guess it.

"It's better to have it than not. Send your people here today, and then have Ange take Lin Xi and the others to stay at the Duwei Mansion for a while. Your people will follow them and protect them in secret."

Seeing that she had a solution, Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief and his frown relaxed.

"Okay, I'll send a message in a moment. So when will we ..."

He looked at Su Qinghe tentatively.

"Tomorrow, watch Lin Xi and the others enter the Duwei Mansion and then leave." Su Qinghe said lightly.

Ling Feng was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that she would arrange it so early, even though they didn't have much time to begin with.

"……Thanks!"

After a while, he lowered his eyes and spoke, with an indescribable strange feeling in his heart.