【Quick Wear】I always go to the wrong plot

The stone steps were very long, but Zhao Xi was preoccupied with things and unknowingly arrived in front of Miaoying Temple.

The male and female protagonists haven't come up yet, and it's not known whether the route Jiang Shuliu led is shorter or if some small setbacks have occurred to them.

The temple was very large, and there were unexpectedly many people visiting. There were yellow-robed monks in groups of three or four, and the deep smell of sandalwood accompanied by the sound of Sanskrit brought peace of mind to people. Zhao Xi's originally worried heart actually relaxed.

In this tragic era, people always need some spiritual support, which is why cults emerge everywhere during times of chaos.

Jiang Shuliu had really been here many times as she said, and he took Zhao Xi to give money and burn incense with ease.

"Gudong——"

The copper plate fell into the water, and the bronze turtle at the bottom of the water had already been covered with copper armor, which was the wish of countless people.

In this way, they burned incense and asked for lots. Zhao Xi picked up the fallen lot curiously, and there was a poem on it: The Big Dipper is turning as the third watch approaches, the bitter rain will finally stop and the sky will clear up with wind.

It was a poem by Su Shi. Zhao Xi knew the meaning, but he didn't know how to explain it in front of the monk.

"Do you want to interpret the fortune?" Jiang Shuliu was much faster than her. He stood in front of Zhao Xi and asked with a bamboo stick in his hand.

"Yes." Zhao Xi responded happily, and showed the sign in her hand to Jiang Shuliu: "Look, Miss, this is mine."

She wanted to stretch her neck to see Jiang Shuliu's: "Miss, what's yours?"

Jiang Shuliu gave it to her casually. Zhao Xi looked down and saw: A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect me in the rain.

Miss, are you that kind of casual and indifferent person?

Zhao Xi quickly shook his head again. It was impossible no matter how he thought about it. Was it just a coincidence?

Jiang Shuliu said he would take her to interpret the divination, but they ended up going around in circles and ended up walking into the depths of Miaoying Temple.

Under the eaves not far away, I saw an old abbot with white hair and beard sitting there, devoutly turning the Buddhist beads in his hands.

Jiang Shuliu walked over: "Master Wuwang."

The two of them actually knew each other.

Zhao Xi was curious and quietly looked at the kind-looking old monk from behind Jiang Shuliu.

Who knew that I would meet a pair of eyes that looked weathered but smiling.

Zhao Xi quickly greeted him: "Hello, Master."

Wuwang smiled. He really didn't look young anymore. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were like dried orange peels. "Hello. Would you like to see the fortune, little girl?"

Zhao Xi nodded and obediently handed over the two sticks in his hand.

Wuwang picked up Zhao Xi's, looked at it carefully and said, "All the hardships in life are in the past. Once you clear away the confusion, the road will be smooth. Little girl, you must be firm in your innocent heart and fearless of wind and rain."

Zhao Xi felt warmed by these soothing words that were full of teachings from an elder. He bowed and said, "Thank you, Master."

"The other one belongs to our eldest daughter." Zhao Xi pointed at the fortune stick in Wuwang's hand and said, "Master, you can interpret it too."

Wuwang smiled and shook his head: "This is not his."

"It's just that he just randomly pulled one out of the box."

Jiang Shuliu had a calm expression.

"I want to talk to him alone, little girl, can you step aside for a while?" Wuwang said lovingly.

Zhao Xi glanced at Jiang Shuliu. She looked calm and nodded slightly.

Zhao Xi left as she was told.

"This is the first time you bring people to see me, Shuliu." Wuwang stroked his beard with a smile, his words intimate.

Jiang Shuliu said nothing.

Seeing his hard face, Wuwang asked, "Has your obsession also diminished?"

Jiang Shuliu finally spoke: "I just want you to come and take a look."

Wu Wang smiled and said, "I've taken a look. She's a good girl. Have you decided to marry her?"

Jiang Shuliu lowered his eyes, as if he was meeting an elder who needed to be obeyed: "I don't know."

His lips were pursed tightly: "She knows nothing now."

Jiang Shuliu was very nervous. In fact, Jiang Shuliu's actions seemed cruel and ruthless, and unorthodox to outsiders, but they didn't know that the emotional education he received since childhood was a typical Confucian feudal teaching.

For example, getting married requires three books and six ceremonies, and meeting the elder relatives.

The only elder Jiang Shuliu acknowledged was the old man in front of him.

There was an old woman who was willing to light a lamp for him when he was a child and was confused and in pain because of his mother's distorted teachings.

It was Master Wuwang who made him understand the difference between men and women and who put a robe on him when he was unconscious while copying thousands of Buddhist scriptures.

Even though I was disappointed with his excessive ambition when I grew up, I never thought of giving up on him.

However, Jiang Shuliu did not dare to meet Master Wuwang. He thought that he would only have the courage to meet Master Wuwang after he had completely taken control of the Jiang family.

However, he did not expect that because of the warmth of Zhao Xi's hand and the clear eyes when she held him on the 963rd stone step, Jiang Shuliu had an uncontrollable urge: he hoped Wuwang could meet Zhao Xi.

Jiang Shuliu hopes that this old man, whom he regards as his father, will meet the girl with whom he has fallen in love.

"So what if I don't know? The body will be nothing but a handful of dust after a hundred years. Only sincerity can be exchanged for sincerity, child." Wuwang said with a smile.

Jiang Shuliu smiled with relief.

"Miss, are we going back now?" Zhao Xi hurriedly followed Jiang Shuliu.

I don’t know what she said to Master Wuwang, but Jiang Shuliu was in a very good mood, which was visibly good. Even when Zhao Xi asked him this, he didn’t mock her: “What are you waiting for them to do? Their show is not good to watch.”

After all this time, every time you see the male and female protagonists, it's like watching a play...

Zhao Xi was not surprised at all.

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"Where do you put me now?" Fang Fei said loudly, aggrieved.

Ji Xingyu didn't know what was wrong with her, they had clearly agreed on it before.

The marriage between Ji Xingyu and Jiang Shuliu will proceed as usual until the Ji family is completely out of the bankruptcy crisis, then Ji Xingyu will leave his family behind and elope with Fang Fei.

Fang Fei knew the difficulties he was facing in there and was willing to wait for him.

Who knows what happened, this time Fang Fei stubbornly asked Ji Xingyu to choose: her or Jiang Shuliu.

Ji Xingyu thought she was being unreasonable, and his face showed helplessness: "Xiao Fei, I have always liked you, but I also have to consider my family. Didn't we agree on this?"

Fang Fei knew it, she knew it very well: "Answer me first!"

But just now, when facing Jiang Shuliu, the woman who was powerful enough to crush all women, Fang Fei's latent inferiority complex emerged again.

Knowing the reason for this trip to the temple, Fang Fei's heart felt like it was on fire, but even so, she was stubborn and wanted to follow.

She desperately needed Ji Xingyu to continue choosing her to prove that she would not be a loser.

But how could Ji Xingyu know Fang Fei's delicate thoughts? He was finally exhausted by Fang Fei's fickleness. He said, "Whatever you want. I've said everything I can say."

Ji Xingyu is a rich young man, and he is so patient with Fang Fei because he likes her. However, love does not mean one person should give in blindly. He thinks the two of them should calm down.

"I'm going back."

Fang Fei looked at Ji Xingyu's figure going down the mountain in disbelief. They were only halfway up the mountain at this time.

"Ji Xingyu!" Fang Fei shouted with tears in her eyes.

I don't approve of your relationship, Xiaofei.

Daddy's words echoed in his ears: "Ji Xingyu has to face too many temptations. The relationship you developed from your student days is too smooth, and it is difficult to persist in the face of difficulties."

"But if you insist on having him, Daddy will help you."