Chapter 446: The Big Pervert

Mia hurriedly translated, but the Indian master only responded with a brief sentence.

“It’s telepathy.”

Mia slightly curled her lips, seemingly unconvinced by this explanation.

Their communication, intermediated by a translator, felt quite unnatural.

Shui Miao exhaled softly and continued, “Please ask him again for me—what does he want from me? Right now, I suddenly don’t feel like talking. If he’s just bored, he can stay here and meditate with me.”

Seeing others staring at him like he was some kind of monster, guns still in hand, Shui Miao felt increasingly uneasy.

This time, the Indian master didn’t speak. Instead, he glanced around and chose a stone to sit on.

His disciples promptly sat cross-legged around him.

The Nepalese soldiers dispersed around the area, assuming guard positions.

Looking quite bored, Mia edged closer to Shui Miao and whispered, “Hey, handsome, what brings you here in the middle of the night? Are you actually a master of Feng Shui?”

Mia wasn’t particularly pretty, but her fair skin and youth made her somewhat endearing under the moonlight.

Shui Miao glanced at Mia. Through telepathy, he sensed some of her background: she was a cheerful and outgoing girl from a modest background. She had just graduated, majoring in Hindi and finance. She had taken 100,000 yuan from home to start her own business in India, but her venture failed. With no other options, she had to look for work. By chance, she met this Indian Feng Shui master, who treated her kindly, often teaching her Buddhist philosophy and taking her on various trips. She really enjoyed this job.

Overall, she was a bright and easygoing girl.

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Seeing Shui Miao’s silence, Mia found it strange.

From her experience, whenever she initiated a conversation with a guy, they usually responded enthusiastically.

Shui Miao shrugged, “The night’s nice. The moon’s pretty big.”

His meaning was clear—there was nothing more to say.

Mia wasn’t stupid. She immediately made a face at Shui Miao, scrunching her nose and sticking out her tongue. “Acting cool, you’re one of those guys who likes to play it cool. Fine, don’t talk to me. I didn’t want you as my boyfriend anyway.”

…

This sounded like I missed something! Shui Miao was puzzled. Mia had already said so much—why hadn’t she just gone away? Why was she still leaning close to him?

Leaning against the rock where Shui Miao sat cross-legged, Mia looked up at the night sky and muttered, “Actually, the moon is really round tonight… Hey, don’t you think we, as two Chinese people meeting here, should act a bit more friendly? At least you could stop pretending to be cool, right?”

“I’m not pretending to be cool. I just don’t feel like talking.” Shui Miao glanced at the Indian master. “Mia, the master is meditating. Isn’t it rude for us to chat like this? There’s nothing else happening now, and it’s getting late. I think you should go back and rest. Staying up late will give you panda eyes.”

“I’m not sleepy. I slept all day.” Seeing Shui Miao finally talking to her, Mia’s mood instantly improved. Happily sitting beside him, she whispered, “Do you know what they’re doing here? Hehe, you’ll never guess. I heard that a big official from Nepal wants to build a huge tourist attraction nearby, so he specially invited Feng Sheng Shui Qi, and even sent a squad of special forces to protect him.”

“Do they need to use bombs to build a tourist site deep in the mountains?” Shui Miao shook his head slightly. “Don’t tell me it’s for building houses.”

“Exactly! It’s for building houses! If tourists come, they can’t just sleep on the hillside, right?” Without asking how Shui Miao knew about the caves, Mia immediately argued. “I know the terrain around here. This is the only spacious place, but it would be even better if we could dig out some cave houses in the mountain. From an economic perspective, transporting building materials up from the bottom is way more expensive than carving out houses directly from the mountain.”

“Then why did they stop the blasting?” Shui Miao wanted to verify what he had heard from the old man.

Mia rolled her eyes. “Don’t even mention it. It’s all Feng Sheng Shui Qi’s doing. First he says the terrain is good, then he claims the explosions will disturb the gods, so he won’t allow blasting anymore and insists on manual excavation instead.”

“Hehe…”

Shui Miao smiled faintly. As expected, just as the old man had said, this Feng Sheng Shui Qi had come for the spiritual vein.

Suddenly, a thought struck Shui Miao, making him alert.

The Indian master had sensed his arrival, so he must have also sensed Shui Miao using his wind-controlling technique to get here. Knowing that Shui Miao had special abilities, the master had been unusually polite. Now he had specially come here to meditate alongside him—what was he thinking?

Shui Miao’s mind raced as he began to probe the Indian master with his spiritual sense.

“Why are you smiling?”

Mia looked at Shui Miao, puzzled.

“Does the Indian master speak Chinese?” Shui Miao, multitasking, suddenly questioned the real motive behind hiring Mia. Why would someone pay a lot of money to hire a girl who was simple-minded, loved to joke and play, and wasn’t even pretty?

“A little, just a few phrases.” Mia blinked her eyes. “Why are you asking?”

…

Shui Miao didn’t reply. He thought to himself: Could it be to hide something?

An Indian who mastered Chinese Feng Shui must be deeply passionate about Chinese culture. Without a good command of Chinese, how could he have learned Feng Shui so well? This Indian master appeared harmless on the surface, but was actually very suspicious.

As Shui Miao’s spiritual sense reached out, he suddenly detected a unique spiritual force within the Indian master.

It was golden in color.

This force blocked Shui Miao’s spiritual probing, preventing him from sensing the master’s cultivation level.

When Shui Miao forcefully tried to probe it, he faintly heard a chorus of Buddhist chants in his ears.

It sounded like thousands of people chanting scriptures together.

What the hell is going on?

Shui Miao was shocked, inwardly exclaiming. Could someone’s cultivation actually produce protective Buddhist sounds?

Unbelievable! This was beyond belief!

Previously not taking the Indian master seriously, Shui Miao now felt as if facing a powerful enemy and became fully alert.

“Let’s go for a walk together.”

After a brief silence, Shui Miao suddenly said, grabbing Mia’s hand.

He felt that the Indian master might have planned a major scheme. Mia might be used by him, perhaps even as a hostage to threaten Shui Miao himself. Therefore, Shui Miao immediately decided to take precautions, act first, and move Mia to a safe place.

“Ah! What are you doing!”

Mia yanked her hand away from Shui Miao, jumping back in shock and glaring angrily at him. “How could you do this? I considered you a friend, yet you take advantage of me? No guy has ever touched my hand before, and now you just touched me?”

“Are you serious? Haven’t you ever shaken hands with anyone before?”

Shui Miao was overwhelmed, feeling like he had grabbed a bomb.

Mia hesitated slightly, then retorted, “That’s different! That’s shaking hands, not touching me like that!”

“Please, I grabbed your hand, not touched you!” Shui Miao was getting impatient. He was trying to save her, yet she was treating him like a pervert.

“That’s exactly the same!”

“Fine! It’s the same as shaking hands!” Shui Miao was getting a headache. “Even if I did touch you, what do you want me to do now?”

“Admit it! You finally admitted it!”

Mia pointed her finger at Shui Miao, looking like she had just been violated.

At that moment, the Indian master opened his eyes, and his disciples stood up.

The soldiers also turned their gazes toward Shui Miao.

The atmosphere turned awkward. Suddenly, an idea struck Shui Miao: If the Indian master could deliberately conceal himself, why couldn’t Shui Miao do the same? Pretending to be vulgar and hiding his real intention to save her might make it easier to achieve his goal.

With that thought, Shui Miao grabbed Mia’s hand again, grinning mischievously, “Since you said I touched you, let me properly shake your hand now and beg for your forgiveness.”

He even deliberately used his other hand to stroke the back of her hand.

“Ah! Pervert! You’re such a big pervert!”

Mia seemed to have stepped on a landmine, shrieking hysterically, clenching her fists and pounding on Shui Miao like a rain of punches.

Damn, how can this woman act so dramatically?

Shui Miao couldn’t stand it anymore. Mia, who seemed so outgoing and cheerful on the surface, had suddenly turned into this? Just because he touched her hand… Was it really that big of a deal?!