Time Travel: Remarrying a Little Wolf Dog

Su Yan was confused. He followed the old monk two steps behind and asked He An in a low voice, "What's going on?"

He An: "Don't worry, this is the abbot of Lingquan Temple. He has great magical powers and is rarely seen. I went to ask him for a fortune just now. He seemed to have known that someone would come and was waiting there. After looking at the fortune, he said he would take us to find the abbot."

Su Yan was puzzled: "Abbot?"

He An explained in due course: "He is a well-known master here. He is very good at interpreting divinations. I heard that he even interpreted divinations for the emperor! It is rare to see him in normal times."

Su Yan pondered, and interpreted the fortune for the emperor, which showed that no matter what, he had real ability. Otherwise, according to the class of this era, he would never be able to get in front of the emperor.

But how could such a great master be in a temple on such a small hill?

Even though Lingquan Temple is the undisputed boss here, compared with temples all over the country, especially in Beijing, it is not even worthy of a name.

She thought so and asked He An.

Unexpectedly, the old monk in front spoke up: "Amitabha, two donors, Master Xuzhen was originally practicing in the Daxiangguo Temple in the capital. He returned to his hometown to spread Buddhism, and came to Lingquan Temple to take charge."

Su Yan felt a little embarrassed as he was heard secretly discussing the abbot.

She shamelessly pretended to be calm and said, "Thank you, Abbot, for clearing up my doubts."

The abbot clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name, then led the two into a Zen temple.

I originally thought that the Zen temple where the abbot lived should be the best in the temple, or the one that is very simple and has nothing in it.

As for the abbot, he must be special, otherwise how can he stand out as the abbot?

The result was very ordinary, very ordinary, no different from the Zen temples we passed by.

The Zen temple is not big. Apart from a monk sweeping the yard, the only thing you can see is an old monk sitting cross-legged in the hall and beating a wooden fish.

That must be the abbot, Su Yan thought to himself.

Su Yan thought she would encounter a plot like that in TV dramas, where someone meditates under a tree or plays chess with himself in a bamboo forest.

However, the abbot looks like a TV drama, wearing a red cassock, with four fingers of his left hand together, a string of Buddhist beads hanging on his thumb, and a wooden hammer in his right hand that he strikes the wooden fish regularly. He has a kind face and a standard white beard.

Su Yan followed the abbot and continued walking towards the hall, thinking about how to ask his doubts without exposing himself when he met the abbot later.

If you accidentally expose yourself, things like being possessed by evil spirits, being possessed by ghosts, or being ghosted are no joke.

Although Su Yan felt that he might really have some of the above symptoms.

But she felt that she could not withstand the ancient methods of exorcism, especially the use of fire.

She didn't know whether the fire could drive away her soul, but she knew that the fire could definitely drive her away.

It's better not to take the risk and organize your wording carefully.

She was quite smart. She came up with an idea immediately after using her little brain. However, she didn't pay attention to what was ahead and bumped into a wall of people.

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Su Yan covered her nose tightly. In an instant, a severe pain rushed to her brain, and tears filled her eyes immediately.

Is her nose not broken? No, there was no plastic surgery in ancient times, and there is no chance to correct it if it collapses.

He An turned around quickly and saw Su Yan holding her nose in pain with tears coming out. He hurried forward to check, "Are you okay? Let me see if there's anything wrong."

Su Yan was in so much pain that she refused to let go. He An couldn't force her hands apart, so he just circled around her. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have stopped so suddenly."

The host who was leading the way suddenly stopped:...

He even forgot to greet them and stared in amazement at the two people who were spinning in circles without him noticing.

However, the monk sweeping the floor next to him remained calm, chanted a Buddhist name calmly, and handed the broom to the abbot next to him.

He walked slowly to Su Yan and tapped her head twice casually.

Su Yan only felt a brief soreness at the spot on her head where the tap was, and then her nose instantly regained sensation.

Her brain seemed to have not reacted yet, and it directed her hand to gently touch her nose, and sure enough, the pain went away.

After her nose stopped hurting, Su Yan was speechless for a moment.

The standing positions at that time were like this, Su Yan stood at the back, with her hand covering her nose still not put down.

He An nervously grabbed her with both hands on her left side to see what was going on.

The Sweeping Monk on her right was still nodding at her.

The abbot in the distance was holding a broom, looking at the farce here with his eyes slightly wide open.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air, and Su Yan wished he could dig a hole on the spot and crawl into it.

No, how could such a thing happen? He covered his nose, shook his head and cried in public.

This society is dead.

At this moment, she even forgot the purpose of coming here, and regretted why she came here today. Why did she come here today?

The Sweeping Monk still understood the ways of the world. Seeing that she was fine, he clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

Then he turned the page and changed the subject, "Two donors, what brings you here?"

The air circulated slowly, and the awkward atmosphere was broken by these words.

The abbot on the other side finally realized that things happened too quickly and he had not yet introduced the two parties.

He walked up to the three people, put his hands together, and belatedly greeted them, "Abbot, this donor drew a blank today. Perhaps they are your destined ones. I will lead them here."

Su Yan and He An looked at the host in shock, Abbot?

Is this the abbot?

At the same time, they turned around and looked at the old monk with white beard in the hall. Who is he?

Perhaps the two people's puzzled expressions were too obvious, so the abbot had to explain, "The one in the hall is Junior Brother Yikong. He worshipped the abbot as his master in his early years, and now follows the abbot to spread Buddhism here."

Oh, so you are the abbot’s apprentice, that’s normal... What the hell!

They are the opposite of each other! They are definitely the opposite of each other!

The man who looks like he is in his 50s with a black beard is the master? The man with a face full of wrinkles and a gray beard is actually the apprentice?

No, is this an apprentice or a father?

When these two are put together, I don’t know whether the apprentice is serving the master or the master is taking care of the apprentice.

However, judging from the abbot sweeping the yard just now, it is most likely the latter.

The two of them looked dazed, thinking in sync with each other.

The abbot nodded and led a few people to the side hall.

The abbot knew that they were the people the headmaster was waiting for.

He An was left outside the hall, but the abbot followed him in.

When the three of them sat down on the side hall, the abbot's eyes fell on Su Yan and asked, "Why are you here, benefactor?"

The abbot also turned and looked at her.

Facing the gazes of the two, Su Yan organized his words, "...Master, I had a dream last night."

"I dreamed that I was living in another world... In that world I had parents, relatives, and friends. I worked from sunrise to sunset every day. After waking up, I felt that everything in the dream was vivid, as if I had experienced it myself... For a moment, I didn't know whether it was Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly or the butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou."

Su Yan raised his head and looked directly at Master Xu Zhen, "Master, can you interpret my dream for me?"

Master Xu Zhen did not answer directly, but asked her, "Did the donor draw a blank lot?"

"Yes···"