The daughter of the prime minister died tragically and was reborn to kill people everywhere

"Amitabha, this longevity tablet should be written by the person praying for it personally, but Miss Mu and Governor Xiao are not related, so I am afraid that some cause and effect will be missing.

However, this donor Xiao has the same birth date as Governor Xiao, so it can be considered a fate, so it would be more appropriate for him to write for me."

Seeing that every word Master Yuankong said made sense, Mu Yunyao would naturally not stop him.

It’s just a little strange. It turns out that this Lord Qian Yi has exactly the same horoscope as Governor Xiao?

They were born in the same year, month and time, and both have the surname Xiao. They are indeed destined to be together.

Mu Yunyao thought so and looked at Xiao Qianyi with pleading eyes.

Xiao Qianyi would naturally not refuse, but he cursed the old monk from head to toe in his heart.

The old guy just wanted to make a fool of himself, so he deliberately made this happen.

Mu Yunyao watched him write the three big characters "Xiao Qianmo" in a swift and graceful manner, and she felt that the handwriting looked familiar.

He couldn't help but turn his gaze to the longevity card with his name on it, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Why did she feel that the two handwritings were somewhat similar?

But the three words 'Mu Yunyao' were obviously a bit awkward, not as smooth as 'Xiao Qianmo'.

But are there really such coincidences in this world?

Maybe there is. Didn’t she meet someone with the same horoscope as Governor Xiao?

Mu Yunyao didn't want to think about it anymore because she couldn't figure it out, and silently withdrew her gaze.

At this time, Master Yuankong had finished chanting the sutra and placed the longevity tablet among the many tablets. The tablet was placed right next to the tablet with her name on it.

A strange feeling suddenly arose in her heart, and there was a hint of inquiry in her eyes as she looked at Master Yuankong.

This old monk really didn't mean it?

But she couldn't question the other party about it. She thought about the longevity tablet that someone else had set up for her, and asked after thinking about it.

"Master Yuankong, was this longevity card made for me?"

When Yuankong saw her see the longevity tablet, he smiled and nodded.

"Amitabha, well done, well done. To be honest with you, this is the one who has the affinity with you that set this up for you."

Mu Yunyao was not surprised. After all, there were many people in this world who were born on the same year, month, day and time, but it would be difficult to find someone with the same name.

After confirming that it was indeed hers, Mu Yunyao asked.

"Master, may I ask who built this?"

Mu Yunyao thought it shouldn't be the Shen family. The Shen family had been gone for more than ten years. If the incense and offerings to the ancestral tablet she established had stopped over the years, her longevity tablet should have been removed.

The fact that it is placed in such a prominent position can only mean that the person who set up the longevity tablet donates a lot of incense money to the Huguo Temple every year.

Could it be an uncle from the Shen family, or the grandparents?

Mu Yunyao thought about it with a hint of anticipation in her heart.

They all sincerely hope for her return, right?

She originally thought that she would hear Master Yuankong tell her something in the next moment, but she didn't expect to hear a Buddhist name followed by another sentence.

"Amitabha, don't speak, don't speak."

Mu Yunyao was surprised. What was there to hide? However, she did not notice that behind her, Xiao Qianyi was looking at Yuankong with a deadly look, and there was a threat in his eyes.

Master Yuankong secretly groaned in his heart. It was not that the Buddha said it could not be said, but that this evil spirit did not allow it to be said.

Fortunately, Mu Yunyao had no intention of making things difficult for anyone. Since Master Yuankong was unwilling to tell her, she did not ask and instead changed the subject to talk about another matter.

"Master Yuankong, tomorrow is my mother's anniversary. I would like to light a long-burning lamp for her. Can you please help my mother to be reborn?"

Today, she was able to receive the blessing from Master Yuankong himself for the Changsheng Pai, but she didn't dare to take all the credit for herself.

I'm afraid that part of the reason is because that person is the emperor's confidant, the commander of the Black Armor Army, Xiao Qianmo.

Therefore, Mu Yunyao prayed sincerely but did not dare to be arrogant, thinking that Master Yuankong would definitely agree to her request.

However, when she finished speaking, Master Yuankong looked at her in a very strange way.

Mu Yunyao still thought something was wrong with her, so she looked up at Master Yuankong and asked sincerely.

"Master, do you think there is something wrong with my daughter?"

"Amitabha, there is nothing wrong with the female donor. It's just that someone has already lit a perpetual lamp for the wife of the Left Prime Minister. Could it be that the female donor didn't know about it?"

Mu Yunyao shook her head blankly. She really had no idea.

Hearing that someone had already lit an eternal lamp for her mother surprised her even more than seeing her own longevity tablet.

After all, usually this kind of thing is done by children, but with Mu Junsheng's character, how could he possibly keep a lamp burning for his mother?

What's more, Mu Junsheng knew everything from the moment she prepared things and arrived at Huguo Temple, but he didn't react at all.

It can be seen that he was not aware of this matter.

Who was it that did this? Could it be the same person who set up the immortality tablet for himself?

Mu Yunyao just felt that her brain was not enough, as if these things had never happened in her previous life.

Come to think of it, in her previous life, for the sake of so-called family affection, she only cared about those living scumbags and didn't even remember the deceased Shen.

Or maybe I remember, but it was because I met my elder brother whose legs were broken just after I came back, and I was completely focused on how to cure him.

Privately, I also feel that if the siblings love and respect each other, their mother in the underworld will feel at ease if she knows about it.

Later, she was coaxed into the third prince's sedan chair, and she was no longer free after entering the prince's mansion.

Even if you want to commemorate your mother, you can do so only during the Qingming Festival, and kowtow a few times in the direction of her grave.

Mu Yunyao guessed that even if she asked Master Yuankong who lit the eternal lamp for her mother, he would not tell her.

Mu Yunyao couldn't help but think of Xiao Qianyi's words to comfort her before, saying that the old monk kept his mouth shut. Now it seems that it was true.

"Thank you for your advice, Master. Since the eternal lamp has been lit, can I chant sutras and pray for my mother in the temple tomorrow?"

"Amitabha, the filial piety of the female donor is commendable, of course it is possible."

After getting Master Yuankong's consent, Mu Yunyao performed a Buddhist ceremony again, then left the Changsheng Hall and prepared to go down the mountain.

But I didn't expect Xiao Qianyi to follow him out.

"Master Qianyi is also going down the mountain."

Xiao Qianyi always felt a little uncomfortable when she called him Lord Qianyi.

"You can call me Xiao Qianyi or Xiao Louzhu. The one who likes to be called "sir" is my mother, the former Louzhu Xiao Qianxue."

He didn't know what her mother's habit was. He only said that where she was born, adult means father, and she likes people to call her father.

Therefore, after she founded Qianxue Tower, she asked people to call her "Sir".

Although, his mother never told him what this 'father' was.

But he always felt that this title should not appear between the two of them, and it sounded inexplicably shameful.

Mu Yunyao also felt that the name was a bit awkward, but the two of them were not familiar enough to call each other by their first names.