Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2185 - 506: The Enlightened Monk 2

People crammed from wall to wall.

The instant Wang Yue and Cancan stepped in, that single phrase dominated their thoughts.

The temple fair overflowed with crowds. Even on the edges, it was shoulder-to-shoulder, back-to-chest, utterly jammed like sardines. Picturing the core was beyond imagination.

Cancan paused at the sight of the human ocean.

Though a bold tomboy who casually tossed out "cock" and "pussy", she wasn't truly promiscuous inside. Otherwise, she wouldn't have disguised her looks for years to survive.

Having devoted herself to one man, she dreaded any stranger's accidental brush against her.

In such a throng, avoiding contact was a total fantasy. Despite her burning curiosity about the inner scene, she nearly turned back.

Wang Yue, the perfect guardian boyfriend, refused to disappoint her. To him, it was no issue at all. He released a gentle Qi surge, crafting an unseen barrier around them both, seized Cancan's hand, and plunged into the masses.

As expected, the Qi barrier kept everyone at least three feet away. Those approaching too near got gently repelled by an unseen power.

Wang Yue controlled his strength precisely, ensuring pure energy without the occasional aphrodisiac tinge in his Qi; else, Cancan might have begun undressing publicly.

Deeper they ventured, the wilder the chaos grew. The avenue spanned over sixty feet, yet every spot free of vendor booths teemed with bodies.

Vendor stands burst with all sorts of goods—truly everything imaginable—while street artists showcased martial arts routines.

Cancan, eyes bulging in awe, reveled in the spectacle she'd never witnessed before.

Wang Yue spotted a pattern, however. Shoppers and spectators were scarce; most surged purposefully through the throng toward the middle, driven by a clear purpose.

Inquiries revealed their target: the Demon-Buddha Temple.

Rumors held that at each fair, the temple's Grandmaster appeared to greet believers and distribute random blessings. Occasionally, he selected "chosen ones" for private audiences, bestowing greater boons.

Wang Yue learned the temple's naming origin too. It stemmed from Yellow River monster troubles.

Similar to the Yangtze, the Yellow River had swollen a thousand times, becoming a vast inland ocean.

With swifter currents and deadlier depths, its beasts proved far fiercer than Yangtze dwellers. Even pirates met doom there.

Not confining themselves to water, these river fiends often slithered ashore to plunder villages, a horror for Kaifeng city.

A decade back, an enormous monster surge assaulted the banks, fiercer and vaster than prior assaults.

Despite local clans and the Martial Arts Alliance unleashing full might, humanity faltered.

Then came the monk, striding atop the waves. Wielding "Demon-slaying" techniques fueled by a "Buddha’s heart," he felled three colossal Transcendence-level beasts instantly, rescuing myriad souls.

He then rooted in Kaifeng, erecting the Quiet Zen Temple. Locals dubbed it "Demon-Buddha Temple" as a moniker. They hailed him "Wave-Walking Demon-Buddha" for his demonic ferocity paired with saintly mercy.

Wave-Walking Demon-Buddha? Wang Yue mused. What a cheesy performer's alias.

He itched to mock the title, yet it revealed a truth: some joker coined it to rib the monk, and after ten years without rebuttal, it stuck as his moniker.

Thus, the monk either transcended worldly vanities or endured slights for a grander scheme. Wang Yue shrugged it off regardless.

Unfazed by the monk himself, Wang Yue saw Cancan captivated. The monk's remedies were genuine—a single dose rendered mortals robust as oxen. Previously denied this visit, she now aimed to snag one for her mom.

Delighted to aid her filial wish, Wang Yue trailed the masses to the fair's epicenter, site of the Quiet Zen Temple.

The temple appeared unassuming and compact, yet its surrounding plaza sprawled enormously, stretching half a mile each way. Multitudes of every age knelt, prostrating toward inner idols.

Surveying the scene, Wang Yue sensed sorrow. Humans crave anchors. Elite martial artists trust their prowess, but defenseless commoners facing beast tribes cling solely to deities and buddhas.

As turmoil escalates, temple crowds swell. Typically, that invites fraudulent clerics to exploit them.

Yet this spot stood apart.

No coin wells, no offering chests, no "greeter monks" demanding incense fees. Merely a temple and plaza. No fraud here, at least.

A shout erupted: "The Demon-Buddha is out! He’s here!"

Wang Yue glanced skyward. From the modest temple emerged a monk, advancing leisurely.

Middle-aged and utterly mundane, lacking any "holy glow" or "divine presence"—merely a gaunt fellow. He resembled no mythic sage from tales.

Yet Wang Yue's pulse raced. He perceived it clearly. This seemingly average monk's cultivation surpassed all he'd encountered, exceeding even a healed Yu Suxin.

From legends, Wang Yue anticipated at most a Transcendence-level expert. Encountering a Super-Ascension colossus stunned him.

Super-Ascension elites dwelled mythically in secluded Martial Holy Lands, shunning mortal realms. News of one in Kaifeng's humble temple would stun skeptics.

Silent, the Demon-Buddha merely waved his hand softly.

Instantly, countless light trails launched skyward over the plaza, descending upon the masses. Each bore a longan-sized pill.

Hundreds of pills amid tens of thousands meant slim one-in-a-hundred chances. Yet no frenzy ensued; kneelers awaited the "chosen ones" patiently.

Useless to Wang Yue, the pills evaded his "main character luck". He and Cancan missed out.

Power trumps fortune, though. With a subtle hand twitch, Wang Yue redirected a nearby pill from a middle-aged man's grasp straight to his own.

The man, robbed of his boon, raged. "Hey! What the hell? You can’t just steal someone’s blessing!"

Onlookers shot Wang Yue dirty looks, despising rule-breakers.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see what the hype was about. Here, take it back," Wang Yue replied. A wrist flick sent the pill back to the man's palm. Apology and return quelled the mob.

In that fleeting grasp, Wang Yue analyzed its makeup. Worthless to cultivators, yet ideal for layfolk, enhancing vitality harmlessly.

"Amitabha. Fellow devotees, please return home," the Demon-Buddha intoned after all pills landed. "Please leave in an orderly fashion. Do not cause a stampede."