Time Travel: Remarrying a Little Wolf Dog

Su Yan hugged him tightly and buried her face in his chest.

She always thought she was strong and that she had accepted the inexplicable time travel.

It was not until today that she realized that she was not accepting it, but was just helpless.

Not long after she came here, she tried to return to the modern era by jumping into the river, but ultimately failed. She vaguely realized that she might not be able to go back.

You can never go back in your lifetime.

That's why she forced herself not to think about it, comforting herself that her modern body might have died and she would just be a wandering ghost if she went back.

After a long period of consolation, she really stopped thinking so much and was not so painful anymore.

But this dream, this long-awaited dream that allowed her to see her modern family, still exposed her self-deception.

It turns out that she has never forgotten and has never given up.

She still wanted to go back, even now.

Even...now?

He An felt the clothes on his chest were wet, so he patted her back gently and whispered to comfort her.

Su's mother, who was under worldly pressure to divorce her because of her words; Su's father, who was always taciturn but fought desperately with her ex-husband's family with a hoe after she jumped into the river and was rescued; Su Erlang, who grew up in a society that favors boys over girls but never fought back or retaliated during her one year of traveling; her lovely nephew Song Ge'er; her kind grandfather and grandmother He... and He An, who treated her wholeheartedly...

so many people.

How can she accommodate so many people?

Why is it her?

If only she hadn’t traveled through time, she wouldn’t have met these people, there wouldn’t be so many entanglements, and she wouldn’t be so heartbroken.

Su Yan thought blankly.

He An felt that she had stopped sobbing, and thought that Su Yan had recovered, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

But he could also feel that Su Yan was in a bad mood, so he just patted her back gently and stayed with her quietly, wanting to wait until she fell asleep before he went to sleep.

As a result, we waited until dawn.

Su Yan looked out the window absentmindedly and realized that it was dawn.

She got dressed and got off the bed. She combed her hair casually in front of the mirror and tidied herself up. She turned around and said to He An, who was still rubbing his numb arm on the bed, "Is there any temple here? The kind that's more spiritual?"

He An slapped his arm hard to try to regain consciousness quickly. He was stunned when he heard Su Yan's words and asked in confusion: "Why are you asking this?"

Su Yan replied absentmindedly: "I had a dream yesterday and I want to find someone to interpret it."

The fact that she had never sought help from gods or Buddhas before might be because her atheism of more than 20 years had taken root in her.

But yesterday's dream was so real, as if she had really returned to the modern era in the form of a soul.

If the soul really exists, then are gods and ghosts real as well?

She has no idea what to do now. Can God give her some hints?

Can I go back? When? How?

No matter what, give her an answer. Otherwise, she will be driven crazy by the torture of having the hope of going back but never being able to go back, and not being able to see the future.

He An didn’t think too much about it, thinking that the dream Su Yan had yesterday might have really scared her.

He once heard his grandmother say that people should not be frightened, otherwise they would be frightened to death.

Thinking of this, he became a little cautious: "Lingquan Temple on Bailu Mountain is the most spiritual. My grandmother often goes there to worship."

Su Yan: "Bai Lu Mountain?"

He An: "It's not far from the county town. I'll take you there today."

Su Yan refused: "Someone needs to stay at home to look after the store, I can go alone."

He An quickly put on his clothes: "You don't even know the way there? Let me take you there. And..."

He walked over to Su Yan and smiled at her: "I'm worried if you go alone!"

"I'm going to the old house to ask Uncle Wu to help us look after the store for a day."

After saying that, he left in a hurry, leaving Su Yan alone in the room in a daze.

When he came back, he drove the ox cart from the old house. The two of them had a quick breakfast and set off for Lingquan Temple.

Lingquan Temple is not close to the county town but not far either. They arrived at the foot of the mountain before noon.

The mountain is not very high, but there are many people coming and going.

He An told her: "There are two roads leading to the top of the mountain. The stone steps on this side are more sincere, and the road over there is flat and convenient for carriages to pass."

Su Yan looked left and right in the direction his finger pointed, and finally decided to climb up by herself.

Now that we are here, we might as well do better in this last step.

There weren't a lot of steps. Su Yan roughly counted them and found there were about a thousand or so.

This mountain is not very high. Compared with Mount Tai and Mount Huangshan, it may just be considered a small hill.

But in this area where there are more plains than mountains, it is also a rare peak.

It didn't take the two of them too long to climb up, and when they reached the top of the mountain, they saw a memorial archway standing in front of them.

It is said that it was donated by a noble official in the previous dynasty and has stood until now.

The two continued walking forward, passing through the believers who came to pray to the gods and Buddha, and finally arrived at the main hall.

The main hall is very large and majestic, estimated to be three or four stories high, with a golden statue of Guanyin enshrined in the middle.

Su Yan took the fortune stick tube handed to him by the monk and imitated the others by kneeling on the mat.

Close your eyes devoutly and silently reflect on your confusion, then gently shake the stick tube until a stick falls to the ground and falls out of the tube.

The temple is so big and there are so many people, the noise outside the door is endless.

There was another believer beside her who was also praying devoutly, and He An also knelt down beside her to worship the statue.

But at that moment, Su Yan felt extremely quiet.

It was as if everything in the world was frozen, with only the stick slowly drawn out of the tube and then falling in front of the mat as if in slow motion.

Su Yan could hear his heart pounding in his chest, getting faster and faster, as if something was eager to jump out of his throat.

She took a deep breath in silence and prayed devoutly again.

Then she slowly opened her eyes, and a stick sure enough landed right in front of her.

She was stunned for a moment, then put the fortune stick box beside her, picked up the fortune stick on the ground, and looked at the words on it carefully.

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Nothing at all.

She turned the stick over in disbelief, but still found nothing.

She picked up the lottery ticket box and looked at the other lottery tickets. They all had words on them.

What happened? Could it be that even the Bodhisattva couldn't solve her confusion?

He An opened his eyes and saw that Su Yan looked unhappy. He asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Is it because you can't sign it?"

Su Yan turned her head and looked at him, without saying anything, and handed him the sign.

He An: "Why is there no signature? That's impossible. I've been here so many times and have never encountered such a situation."

"Did the monk forget to write it? Don't worry, I'll go ask."

Su Yan absentmindedly watched him walk towards the door as the monk interpreted the fortune. He said something and pointed in this direction.

The monk followed He An's direction and looked in Su Yan's direction. At that moment, Su Yan felt as if his eyes penetrated her body and hit her soul.

This person might really have some skills. Su Yan knew it intuitively when the two of them looked at each other.

Perhaps we can find the answer today, at least part of the answer.

Su Yan completely put away his disapproval, stood up from the mat, and clasped his hands together towards the old monk who was walking towards him.

The old monk also clasped his hands in return, and then said to Su Yan: "I am not a very experienced monk, so I cannot interpret your fortune. But the abbot has already asked me to take anyone who is destined to meet him today to see him. Please follow me, my two donors."