After the rebirth of the idol, he started to lose weight and became the best actor

Seeing that the inquiry post he posted was turned into a supernatural post, and the popularity was still rising, with a tendency to develop into a hot post, Jing Xian rubbed his brows.

Late in the night, his eagerness to recruit talented people was dampened.

However, there are still some more pertinent netizens who sincerely suggested that he could try metaphysics or seek psychological effects for things that science cannot solve. Maybe it would be useful?

Jing Xian thought about it and felt that it made sense. After replying to this kind-hearted netizen, he stopped paying attention to this upsetting post.

Jing Xian listened to the advice and went to a Taoist temple on a nearby mountain the next day. It was said to be very effective.

According to the Taoist temple regulations, upon entering the temple one must first bow to the statues in the temple to show respect.

Jing Xian observed the worship gestures of others, covered his left thumb with his right thumb, put his hands together, bowed slightly and made the Taoist "Ziwu Seal".

The Taoist temple was unusually quiet, even though there were many people coming and going.

He asked the staff in the Taoist temple and then found the place to draw lots according to the sign.

After silent prayer, repeat clearly in your mind what you want to ask, with a sincere and calm attitude.

He picked up the skewer bucket and shook it gently for about three minutes before a bamboo stick jumped out of the bucket. Jing Xian was quick to grab the stick.

A handsome young Taoist priest in a navy blue Taoist robe stood at the place where the fortune was interpreted. His hair was neatly tied up and fixed with a wooden hairpin, and he wore a small Taoist crown on his head, which gave him a Taoist and immortal look.

Apart from the age factor, it is still quite convincing.

However, all this was suddenly shattered after he got Jing Xian's bamboo stick.

The young Taoist just glanced and frowned, then looked up at Jing Xian and his eyes suddenly widened. He quickly took out the fortune interpretation manual and interpreted the corresponding fortune word by word.

Jing Xian had seen this signature before, and it said:

“Believers worship the Three Pure Ones devoutly, asking about their past and present lives.

What does the fate of three lives indicate? Shake the fortune stick and wait for the response. "

Apart from the Three Lives Fate, there is no other content to be seen.

Jing Xian works in the film and television industry and has reviewed many TV dramas. These three words reminded him of the bloody plot in a certain drama "Eternal Love".

The little Taoist priest compared them and looked at them again and again, and finally stared at Jingxian, and stammered a few words: "You, this is the marriage sign of three lifetimes of love."

“……” Jing Xian remained silent.

"Don't be anxious. My master is here too. Just wait first." He said to Jing Xian not to be anxious, but actually it was the young Taoist himself who was anxious.

In his haste, he almost bumped head-on into a sturdy figure.

Who would have thought that although the man looked fat, he was actually very agile and could dodge with just a step.

The poor little Taoist priest failed to brake and staggered for a long time before stopping.

He raised his head, his eyes indeed brightened: "Uncle Master, you are back? Just in time to help me look at this fortune!"

The Taoist priest, who was called Uncle Master, did not refuse. His calm gaze looked back and forth between Qianzi and Jingxian's faces.

"May I have a word with you?" The uncle pondered for a moment and then invited.

Jing Xian was stunned, nodded, and followed the old Taoist priest. The young Taoist priest tactfully returned to his previous place to continue interpreting the divination sticks without asking any more questions.

After walking for about a minute, Jing Xian was brought to a side hall. The old Taoist priest stopped him right where he was without saying a word:

"What Yun said is correct. You and him do have a three-life connection, but it's hard to say whether it's a romantic connection or not. It depends on you..."

The old Taoist priest seemed to enjoy observing Jingxian's face, but there was no malice in his eyes and no one would feel offended.

"May I ask about these three lives...?" Jing Xian frowned. Facing such a distinguished old gentleman, he spoke in a flowery tone unconsciously.

"In the first life, we were a king and his subject. The king had great talent and strategy, and the subject was loyal and courageous. They worked together to achieve great things. However, fate was unfortunate and unexpected things happened, leaving them with regrets."

"This is a test of fate. Although there is a sigh of unfulfilled ambitions, it also lays the groundwork for future generations." The old Taoist priest sighed repeatedly.

Jing Xian's smile faded completely, his face was expressionless, but his eyes were already filled with turbulent emotions.

"In the second life, I take companionship as my responsibility and stay with you for life. The relationship in this life may seem ordinary, but it is actually to make up for the regrets of the previous life. This is the pity of fate. Although there is no verbal communication, there is a spiritual connection."

"In this life..." The old Taoist stroked his white beard and smiled mysteriously: "I would like to congratulate you in advance."

Jing Xian's chest trembled, and his complicated emotions finally turned into joy that he himself was not aware of. He felt that his mood suddenly became much better, as if the clouds had cleared and the moon had appeared.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest. I now understand. This is a little token of my appreciation..." Jing Xian took out a red envelope, but hesitated halfway through his hand.

Isn't it not nice to insult a hermit like the old Taoist priest with money?

Just as he was about to retract it, the old Taoist priest took the red envelope at a speed that Jing Xian couldn't even see clearly, weighed it, and took out a few more and gave them back to Jing Xian.

Seeing his surprised look, the old Taoist priest laughed: "Do you think we are all detached from the mundane world? There are many young Taoist priests like Yun, and we can't afford to support them without money."

"As the saying goes: 'The Dharma is not easily passed on, and the Way is not cheaply sold.' Today, the cause and effect between you and me have been resolved. Go back and find the gift he gave you, and put it under your pillow, and you won't have nightmares so easily in the future."

The old man turned away and walked away quickly, disappearing in just a moment.

Jing Xian seemed to be thinking about something. He opened his mobile phone and looked at the screenshots downloaded from the Internet. He went home and searched for a long time, then ran to the company again.

Sure enough, I found the sachet with the scent of gardenia hanging on the black cat's tail on the desk in the office.

That night, Jing Xian slept well as expected. Although the dream still existed, the person in the dream had a face. It was the person he had been thinking about day and night.

Thousands of miles away, Lu Rong did not study too much after taking off her makeup. She just felt particularly sleepy today and went to bed early.

Perhaps because he went to bed early, he also had a dream.

The candlelight flickered in the dream, and it was a strange yet familiar palace.

The emperor was dressed in gorgeous clothes, sitting high on the throne, his eyes deep and majestic.

The prime minister in black shirt lowered his head slightly, his posture as straight as a pine tree, strictly observing the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects, his eyes focused but not overstepping the line.

Only when she occasionally raised her eyes did her gaze meet the emperor's, and then she quickly looked away, as if there was a subtle emotion flowing in the air.

The emperor's gaze drifted towards the prime minister from time to time, and he seemed to say something, with an imperceptible softness in his majesty.

The young prime minister bowed respectfully, his voice steady and powerful: "Your Majesty, thank you for your praise. This is my duty."

The emperor nodded slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, hidden among the swaying tassels.