Transmigrating into a book, the fake daughter is spoiled by the group every day

The three of them arrived at the ancient temple in the heart of the town. Inside, a massive Buddha statue, majestic and compassionate, was enshrined. They devoutly lit incense before the statue, prayed, and made beautiful wishes for the future.

At that moment, they seemed to be able to feel the solemnity and mystery of Buddhist culture, and their hearts were unprecedentedly peaceful and cleansed.

Although it was already evening, there were still many pilgrims. Some bowed their heads in silent prayer, while others circumambulated the Buddha devoutly. Each face was filled with a firm belief and hope for life.

Influenced by this atmosphere, Song Yun and Luo Ning'er also burned incense, and Song Yun also donated a lot of incense money.

"Amitabha! Please follow me, three donors." A little monk led them to the backyard.

"Thank you, young master." Song Yun said politely.

"Dear donors, please wait for a moment. I will go and call the abbot over." The young monk said this and left.

After a while, an old monk came in. He was wearing a cassock, holding Buddhist beads, and had a kind face.

"Amitabha, I am honored to be honored to see you, three donors." The old monk said with his hands clasped together.

"Hello, Master. I would like to ask you some questions." Song Yun took a deep breath and spoke.

"Please ask, benefactor. As long as I know something, I will tell you everything." The old monk nodded and looked at Song Yun with compassion.

Song Yun hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to ask what was on her mind: "Master, I want to ask about my two daughters' academic performance." She paused, and yesterday's events suddenly surfaced in her mind, so she added, "And their marriage."

The old monk smiled and replied: "Amitabha, the donor's daughter has great opportunities. Whether it is her studies or her marriage, she is impeccable." His tone was full of affirmation.

When Song Yun heard this answer, she felt relieved. She was really worried about Jiang Li's studies.

Then, the old monk turned his gaze to Luo Ning'er, a hint of deep meaning flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said: "As for this donor, since you are here, you should make the best of it. The two donors have a deep bond as mother and daughter in this life."

Luo Ning'er was slightly taken aback; she hadn't expected to be singled out for mention. She listened quietly to the old monk's words, a complex wave of emotions welling up in her heart. She felt like the old monk was speaking with a hidden meaning, as if he could tell she didn't belong here.

"Master is so amazing that he can even tell that we are not biological mother and daughter." Song Yun said in surprise.

"Thank you for your kind words, benefactor. Everything is destined, so you don't have to worry too much." The old monk put his hands together, bowed, and then turned and left.

His figure gradually walked away, as if blending into the surrounding environment, giving people a sense of transcendence.

Looking at the master's extraordinary appearance, Song Yun believed it deeply.

She felt that there was a mysterious power in the world that controlled people's fate, and the fate between her and Luo Ning'er might be the arrangement of this mysterious power.

Song Yun said gratefully to the old monk's back: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

Luo Ning'er also fell into deep thought. She didn't know what would happen in the future, but she was determined to cherish every moment with the Luo family and protect this precious family relationship.

The old monk was walking farther and farther away and disappeared in the distance before Luo Ning'er came to her senses.

"Okay, we've finished touring the temple, and it's getting late. Let's head back as soon as possible before it gets completely dark."

After leaving the temple, the town at night is completely different from that during the day.

The small town at night, caressed by the moonlight, is covered with a soft and mysterious veil.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the day, the town at this moment seems particularly quiet and peaceful.

Lanterns on both sides of the street light up one by one, emitting a warm and dim light, decorating the small town in the night like a dream.

Luo Ning'er and the others walked along the cobblestone road, weaving through the dimly lit streets.

The occasional barking of dogs and the laughter of children in the distance add a breath of life to the atmosphere.