A Dream of Transmigration

Chapter 42

The mad monk actually nodded honestly: "Benefactor Chu is not a monk, so naturally he can be lustful."

"What?!" Lin Feifei exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief, then at Chu Ying, "Just because someone isn't a monk doesn't mean they can be lecherous?"

"I am a man," Chu Ying said with a smirk, leaning lazily against the willow tree, looking at her with amusement. "Men don't marry or take concubines, so does the little Taoist priest intend for me to become a monk as well?"

"You'd be better off becoming a monk, so you won't stay in this world and cause trouble for women," Lin Feifei said disdainfully. "You men are all lecherous wolves, taking concubines and marrying a whole bunch of them, aren't you afraid of exhausting yourself!"

His phoenix eyes narrowed.

"You men?"

Lin Feifei then realized she had said the wrong thing and looked at the mad monk guiltily.

"I'm not on the same level as you!" she snorted heavily. "If it were me, I would only marry the one I like the most and treat her well. I would never take a concubine, unlike you fickle people!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Ying immediately showed a very regretful expression.

“What a pity,” he shook his head and sighed, “that so much silver has to be given up for a single penny.”

"Of course, you could also say you'd give up the whole forest for one tree!" Lin Feifei casually corrected. "What is love? You ancient men simply don't understand. As for me, I have nothing to say to a playboy like you!"

"Is that so?" Chu Ying said lazily. "I happen to have twenty taels of silver here. Would you be willing to exchange it for one coin?"

Twenty taels?!

Lin Feifei was stunned for a moment, then immediately rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm stupid..."

Before he could finish speaking—

A clean hand appeared before me, with long, strong fingers.

In his hand were two silver ingots.

.

Silver is certainly beautiful, but who would have thought that the hands holding it would be so beautiful too! Lin Feifei was a little annoyed, and couldn't help but look at her own hands, and then at the silver.

Twenty taels of silver! In this day and age, that's enough to let you live comfortably for two or three years without doing anything! She stared at him suspiciously: "You...you're not stupid, are you?"

He merely curled the corner of his mouth and asked, "Would you like to change?"

How despicable! He actually used that trick!

Looking at the mad monk, Lin Feifei saw him grinning at her. She couldn't help but sigh deeply, turning her face away. The temptation was too great, even though her stance had always been firm...

"No trade!"

"Really not going to change it?" he asked lazily.

This test is too cruel! Lin Feifei turned her face and looked sadly at the silver, then glared at him angrily: "No way! No way!"

Chu Ying sighed: "This is the last time. If you don't change it, I'll put it away."

As he spoke, he was already about to pull his hand back.

"It's changed!"

When the benefits become truly substantial, even the most steadfast stance becomes negotiable. A single coin appeared in that large hand, while the silver vanished simultaneously. Beside her, Lin Feifei, clutching a silver ingot in one hand, was sadly sighing and deeply reflecting on her actions.

The mad monk couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Benefactor Chu is indeed amusing, actually willing to give up so much silver for a single coin?"

Chu Ying smiled slightly and remained silent.

Seeing the two of them laugh, Lin Feifei rolled her eyes at them.

"It's your own fault for being so stupid, it has nothing to do with me, Lin Feifei," she raised her face and glanced at him triumphantly, "A man's word is his bond, are you regretting it now?"

Who knew—

"I'm willing to change."

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Lin Feifei was stunned.

He stared at her for a long time, then looked at the copper coin he had received in exchange, and put it into his sleeve.

"Lin Feifei?" A lazy voice asked.

No way? Has he gone mad?!

"You...you really want to change?"

Chu Ying looked at her, gave a cool pursed-lip gesture, and said nothing more.

“Young Taoist priest, there’s no need to worry,” the mad monk said, tearing off a piece of chicken and chewing as he spoke. “Benefactor Chu himself was willing to throw away so much silver, and there’s nothing anyone else can do about it. Just consider it as something you found.”

Under that bright gaze, Lin Feifei felt inexplicably uncomfortable. She turned her face away and muttered softly, "It was his own choice, so it's not my fault."

“Indeed, no one can blame anyone else. Why does this humble monk find the chicken exceptionally delicious today?” The mad monk ate the last piece of chicken, then looked at Lin Feifei strangely, “Little Taoist priest, what is that thing around your waist?”

"Uh," Lin Feifei suddenly remembered and hurriedly took out the folding fan, "This is a fan. I've been looking for it for a long time. I was just about to draw something on it!"

After saying that, she unfolded her snow-white fan, extremely pleased with herself.

"Oh no!" The mad monk stuffed the chicken into his mouth, reached behind his back to take the tattered fan, and said, "It's not as strong as my fan, it can't clear the air..."