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There are always some things in the world that cannot be explained by science, such as it rains on November 11 every year.

This day is Yan Yan’s birthday.

When he was fifteen, he began to have trouble seeing anything, and had his first rainy birthday.

After contracting the strange disease, he hated rainy days and hated celebrating his birthday, but it was an important day after all, so even if he didn't celebrate it, the Yan family would get together for a meal on that day.

Yan Sui Han also came back early today. Even though he was such a successful movie star who made everyone crazy, he still had to go to the kitchen to help his father wash and pick vegetables when he got home.

"Dad, brother, let me help too."

Today is the weekend, and Yan Hanshu has been at home all day. She is a smart and well-behaved girl. She has been learning Chinese medicine with Yan Bohong since she was a child, and she will graduate from university in half a year.

Before she even got close to the kitchen door, Yan Sui Han put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her onto the sofa.

"Just sit still and let me put on some TV for you. Don't come in and make trouble."

According to the Yan family rules, ladies are not allowed to enter the kitchen, and this has been the case since his great-grandmother's generation.

Yan Chuanbai, who was cutting vegetables in the kitchen, also agreed: "Shushu, just sit there and watch TV and eat some fruit. It's rare for our family to have a meal together. Watch Dad show you his skills today."

Ruan Ting didn't sleep well last night, so she took a nap in the afternoon and just came down from upstairs: "Are Wan Tong and A Yan not back yet?"

Yan Hanshu replied obediently: "Aunt is on the way and will be here in half an hour. I was afraid that Brother Yan was busy, so I sent him a message but he hasn't replied yet."

It has been raining today and it has been gloomy since the morning.

Ruan Ting was worried and shouted to the kitchen, "Sui Sui, let your father cook. It's raining outside. Go to A Yan's place and pick him up."

"Today is Sunday, and he is not seeing patients. Who knows where he is?" Yan Suihan said this, but he still washed his hands and walked out, "I'll call and ask first."

The phone rang more than ten times but no one answered.

Nothing really happened, right?

Yan Yan was indeed not acting right on rainy days. Six years ago, he lost contact for more than ten hours due to an accident. After that, Mr. Yan sent Qin Qi to protect him.

By the way, Qin Qi.

Yan Suihan opened the door and called Qin Qi, who answered the phone quickly: "Master Han."

"Are you with Yan Yan? Why can't I get through to him on the phone?"

Qin Qi replied: "Young Master Yan and I are at Crescent Moon Mountain. The signal is not good in the mountains on rainy days. I have a stronger signal at the foot of the mountain."

Yan Sui Han frowned when he heard that he was not with him: "How could you leave him alone up there? What if something unexpected happens again!"

This guy Yan Yan is too smart, so he has had many ups and downs in his life.

Although he didn't believe in the fortune-telling by the expert his grandfather had asked for Yan Yan, what that expert had said about Yan Yan's future being in great trouble and being saved by a noble man really came true.

But Yan Yan has not revealed even a single detail about who that noble person is.

Yan Suihan was anxious here, but Qin Qi was very calm: "Young Master Yan is not alone, Miss Fuyuan is with him."

The tone of his voice made it seem as if Fu Yuan was more useful than him as a bodyguard.

Yan Sui Han only knew about Fu Yuan at the Ruan family’s birthday banquet, but seeing Qin Qi’s attitude of complete trust, he seemed to have known about her for a long time.

Yan Suihan couldn't help but ask, "Who is this Fu Yuan?"

"You can ask Young Master Yan later. Oh, the signal here is not very good suddenly. Young Master Han, I'm going to hang up first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other end hung up without a moment's delay.

"..."

Humph, you are quite tight-lipped.

… …

Since meeting Fu Yuan six years ago, Yan Yan has not been to Fuxi Temple again. Until today, his eyes have completely healed, and he feels it is time to fulfill a wish.

The abbot of Fuxi Temple, Master Huijue, was an old friend of his grandfather. He had white hair and a youthful face, and stood straight. He was already 120 years old.

He came here today completely on a whim and did not inform others in advance, but Huijue, who usually traveled around, was actually in the temple today and had prepared tea and snacks for him.

Hui Jue seldom sees guests and only receives people with whom he is destined to meet. In recent years, few people have seen him.

This is Yan Yan's sixth year here and his third meeting with Hui Jue.

The first time was when he was nine years old and his grandfather brought him to Fuxi Temple to burn incense.

Hui Jue happened to be lecturing to his disciples at that time. When he saw him for the first time, he said that he had a connection with Buddha. If he entered Buddhism, he would be blessed by gods and Buddhas, have immeasurable merits, and have a smooth life.

The second time was a rainy night when he woke up from a serious injury at the age of fourteen. He was in excruciating pain all over his body and couldn’t see people’s faces clearly. The Yan family searched for famous doctors but to no avail.

His grandfather took him to Fuxi Temple and asked Huijue to save him.

Hui Jue shook his head and said it was too late. If he had converted to Buddhism back then, he might have had a chance to avoid this disaster and wait for some time. When he had passed the life and death crisis at the age of twenty, a noble person would appear to rescue him. Then he would be able to turn danger into safety and the suffering would be gone.

Before he was twenty years old, Yan Yan never believed in gods and Buddhas, but after he was twenty years old, he believed in them firmly.

"My dear Yan, I haven't seen you for many years. It seems that you are much better now." Hui Jue looked at him with a smile.

It was already winter, and the temperature on the mountain was much lower than outside, but the old man was only wearing a thin plain monk's robe. His face was healthy and rosy, his eyes were kind, and he had a fairy-like appearance.

Yan Yan sat down on the futon opposite him, nodded and whispered: "Master, long time no see."

The old man smiled and raised his hand to indicate: "The tea from my mountain is not as good as yours, so just drink it."

"I brought you a few boxes of good tea and gave them to your disciples to keep." Yan Yan picked up the teapot, poured a cup for the old man first, and then poured one for himself.

Hui Jueqian took a sip of tea, then looked at him with a smile: "Did you come here today to ask me for help?"

Yan Yan didn't rush to speak and slowly finished a cup of tea.

After a long while, he said in a calm voice, "I used to think that everyone's future trajectory has been determined since birth, including what they will do, who they will meet, and how they will live."

"I knew what I was doing since I was a child. Even though I had clearly planned my future life, one day I suddenly realized that none of this seemed to be what I wanted. So I later went to see a psychologist. I wanted to know what their lives were like and what they really wanted."

He doesn't know what he is missing, so he keeps trying to redeem those who are trapped in the spiritual world. Maybe one day, he will find the answers he has lost.

Hui Jue listened to his confusion quietly, smiled and stroked his long beard: "So you came here, I guess you already have the answer in your mind?"