Chapter 908 - You Are My Fate (1/2)

“Okay, devotee, please come here. Please burn the joss sticks.” The young novice monk handed three joss sticks to Leng Zhiyuan.

Leng Zhiyuan knelt down on the soft pillow, and she looked at the Buddha front of her. She sincerely bowed down three times. If Buddha is really true, then please tell me, did I still…have a future with Zhou Yao?

It was not that she was unclear, and it was not that she was afraid. She did not want to let go of the man’s hand, and she wanted to be together with him forever.

Buddha, am I being too greedy?

“Devotee, this is for you. You can take the blessing.” The young novice monk handed a bamboo container to Leng Zhiyuan.

Leng Zhiyuan accepted it with her hands, then she shook the bamboo container slowly. Smack! A bamboo stick suddenly fell onto the floor.

It was her blessing.

Leng Zhiyuan lowered her gaze to look at her blessing. She’d come here to wish for a blessing. She wanted to get a hint when she was feeling confused. She wanted a little mental support, no matter whether it was fake, but at this moment, as she looked at her blessing, she did not have the courage to pick it up.

She suddenly…no longer dared to.

She did not have any courage and wanted to back away.

Thinking about it herself, she wanted to laugh. Wasn’t her fate with him decided a long time ago? What was the point of her wishing for a blessing?

She was only fooling herself and others.

At this moment, Zhou Yao’s shouts rang out in her ears. “Wifey! Wifey, where are you? Where?”

Leng Zhiyuan quickly regained her senses. He’d gone to buy water, but she came over here to wish for a blessing. He probably could not find her.

She quickly stood up and ran out of the temple.

“Ay, devotee, your blessing…” The young novice monk picked up the bamboo stick on the floor, but Leng Zhiyuan had already run out of sight.

“Amitabha.” The young monk’s master, the head monk of the temple, suddenly came over.

The young novice monk was polite as he bowed down and greeted him, “Master.”

The master had a benevolent expression on his face and nodded his head gently before saying, “What happened? I heard you calling out in the distance.”

“Master, there was a female devotee who came over just now to wish for a blessing, but after getting it, she ran away.”

“Really?” The senior monk took the bamboo stick into his hands, and he opened it up to have a look.

“Master, what is the meaning of this blessing?”

“Where did that female devotee run off too just now?”

“There.”

The senior monk looked towards where he was pointing. There was already no one there. The senior monk rubbed his moustache and said, “That female devotee got a very good blessing. Her fortune indicates a fated marriage.”

“Fate blessing? Master, I do not understand.”

The senior monk had a benevolent and deep smile on his face as he explained, “The fate blessing. It is extremely rare to get this one. Very few people get this. The meaning of this blessing is: you are my fate!”

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Leng Zhiyuan ran out. She saw Zhou Yao searching for her in the distance. She quickly ran forward and said, “Zhou Yao, I am here.”

Zhou Yao turned his head back quickly, and he had a look at the woman from head to toe. His expressions were unhappy as he said, “Where did you run off to again? The moment I turned around, you disappeared.”

Leng Zhiyuan stepped forward to hold his arm, and she acted coyly and said, “Don’t be angry. I went to the toilet.”

Zhou Yao could not say anything when he heard this reason. He stretched his hand out to ruffle her long, dark hair, then he twisted the bottle cap, and handed a bottle of water to her as he said, “Drink this.”

“Ok.” Leng Zhiyuan drank two mouthfuls, then she handed the bottle of water back to him as she said, “You must also be thirsty. You should have a mouthful.”