Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

The child had already said so much; if Qingyuan Monk refused, wouldn't that contradict his usual image? Besides, the prefect and the others wouldn't allow him to escape.

really--

Just as Qingyuan began chanting the Buddhist mantra, he saw out of the corner of his eye that the prefect nodded to his subordinates, signaling them to come closer.

“Amitabha Buddha, if you can bring rain to the people, I would gladly give my life, let alone ask you to help me.”

These words drew admiration from the onlookers, who exclaimed that the man truly deserved to be called a highly virtuous monk.

"Alas, it's a pity that although the master is well-versed in Buddhism, he is not skilled in rainmaking. Otherwise, why would he have invited such a greedy charlatan?"

"That's right. These people deserved to be beheaded. They took so much silver from the government, but not a single drop of rain fell. They wasted several days of our time."

“Money can be a powerful motivator. Look at that kid up there, he’s probably not even ten years old yet, and he dares to come here to swindle people.”

"Hmph, what skills could a little brat who hasn't even grown his first hair possibly have?"

……

The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, which made Shao Linshen turn his head to look at the carriage that had come from.

He came all the way from Peach Blossom Village, but he never received a single copper coin from the government office.

But then they saw that the two constables were now standing next to a young novice monk, and the three of them seemed to be chatting quite familiarly. The young novice monk even handed a purse to the two of them while laughing and talking.

Seemingly sensing that someone was watching him, the young novice turned his head and looked over, only to see Shao Linshen, who then revealed a mocking smile.

"idiot!"

Shao Linshen silently said something to the other party, which made the little bald monk's face turn gloomy and ugly.

The monk Qingyuan gave his disciple a warning glance, then calmly walked slowly down from the high platform. Even after finding Shaolin Shen, he chanted Buddhist mantras with a compassionate expression, saying:

“Young benefactor, we meet again. I have said that we were destined to be master and disciple, but unfortunately... you did not seize the opportunity.”

"Ha, if I were to have a beast like you as my apprentice, I'm afraid I'd be haunted by vengeful spirits even in my sleep."

Shao Linshen smiled broadly and muttered:

“Old bald monk, haven’t you heard that I was born with spiritual eyes? Then you should know that I can see the wronged souls that are attached to you.”

These words caused Qingyuan Monk's eyes to fill with murderous intent, and his feigned compassionate demeanor almost crumbled. However, remembering the current situation, his brows relaxed, and he regained his composure.

Shao Linshen didn't expect to make the other party confess after just a few words. He took off the package he had been carrying on his back and pulled out a strangely shaped "iron rod".

One end of the stick is as thin as a needle, and the lower part is wrapped with a ball. It can be stretched further down until it is more than a meter long.

"Hiss, what kind of magical artifact is this? It looks more like a weapon to me."

The surrounding onlookers were completely bewildered, and one martial arts master couldn't help but speak up:

"It does look somewhat similar to the 'Golden Gourd Hammer,' but it's smaller."

"Is this kid trying to fool people? Oh dear, he's so young and already doing bad things, trying to scam money. If he gets beheaded later, his parents will be devastated."

"Hmph, who knows if this child was instigated by his parents? I think we should arrest his parents. 'If a child is not taught, it is the father's fault.' Since the child is wrong, how can the parents stand idly by?"

Some people in the audience felt sorry for Shao Linshen because of his young age, while others harbored malice. Some even carried a large basin of steamed buns, waiting for his head to fall so they could get some blood to take home and treat their illnesses.

Shao Linshen pretended not to hear, watching as the old monk took the lightning rod, corrected the monk's posture, and then took out a copper bell from the package, circling the altar clockwise while muttering incomprehensible words.

The magistrate and others on the high platform frowned, feeling that this scene was utterly absurd. If the Taoist priests and sorcerers had performed rituals earlier, there was some basis to it, but the child on the altar was simply making a fool of himself.

The prefect's anger intensified, and he raised his hand to order his men to throw Shao Linshen off the stage. But suddenly, deafening thunderclaps echoed from the clear sky.

"Rumble--"

"Good heavens, is...is it really...is it really going to rain?"

Upon hearing the sound, the people in the city all looked up at the sky, and even the prefect and several county magistrates unconsciously stood up from their chairs.

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky and covered the entire city.

Upon seeing this, Qingyuan Monk could no longer maintain his composure. He felt inexplicably uneasy and even had the urge to throw down his "magical weapon" and flee.

Little did they know that, tens of thousands of meters above Changming Mansion, a tattered strip of cloth, originally the size of a handkerchief, suddenly split in two.

One half of it grew to more than ten meters long in place, while the other half disappeared from the spot and reappeared in the deep sea thousands of miles away.

While controlling the seawater it absorbed, the Pangu Banner also spun wildly like a spin dryer, flinging out the seawater it had absorbed little by little, causing it to condense into dark clouds and then drip down again.

Through the scientific method of "artificial rainmaking," Shaolin Shenhe was able to successfully pray for rain.

However, the old bald monk from Qingyuan, who couldn't dodge in time, was struck by lightning from the sky and fell directly onto the stage, instantly turning into a blackened charcoal. But judging from the fact that his body could still twitch, he probably wouldn't die anytime soon.

Unfortunately, everyone was celebrating the successful rainmaking, and when they saw him being struck by lightning, hardly anyone went to pay him any attention.

"It's raining, it's really raining!"

The people in the city cheered and jumped for joy, and then spontaneously knelt down to worship Shaolin Shen. Their faces were full of piety, as if the child on the stage was a fairy who had descended from heaven to save everyone from danger.

Even the prefect and others on the high platform, though they did not kneel and bow like the common people, still clasped their hands and bowed in the direction of Shaolin Shen like ears of wheat swaying in the wind to express their gratitude.

"Master...Master..."

The young novice monk below the stage was trembling with fear. He was soaked to the bone by the rain but didn't bother to wipe himself. He subconsciously took a few steps toward the old monk's position. Hearing the cheers of the crowd, he snapped out of his daze and turned to run into a nearby alley.

The "cloth strip" in the sky continued to work diligently, and finally, remembering its host's instructions, it deliberately drifted towards Baiyun Temple.

A torrential downpour descended from the sky, like a ferocious beast, directly washing away the mountain behind the temple.

In just half a day, Baiyun Temple was mostly buried by mud and sand, and the countless skeletons that had been hidden in the soil were washed away by the rain and brought to the surface again, as if telling those untold stories...