Locking away my heart and love! Going back to 2000 to be a top student again.

She had been queuing patiently for a long time, and it was almost her turn when suddenly a monk appeared out of nowhere, walked up to Xu Su, put his hands together, bowed slightly, and gestured for her to enter.

Xu Su was inexplicably invited into a side courtyard inside the hall, a place that was not open to worshippers. Inside, an even older monk in a red robe was looking at her with his hands at his sides.

Xu Su felt a slight tightness in her heart, as if she were about to be seen through by that one look.

Upon closer inspection, however, it became clear that the monk was looking at... the Buddhist prayer beads hanging around her neck, the ones Zhou Mochen had put on her.

"Greetings, Master," Xu Su bowed deeply, then asked with a hint of doubt, "Is there something wrong with my prayer beads?"

The old monk shook his head slightly: "The sacred object that has been enshrined in front of Puhua Temple for over a hundred years can calm the mind, soothe the soul, and prolong life. How could it be bad?"

Xu Su was taken aback. She knew the bead was valuable, but she didn't expect it to have such a significant background.

The fact that Puhua Temple dares to open its gates in the capital, attracting countless celebrities and high-ranking officials to pay homage every day, means it must be quite remarkable. Even a blade of grass would be fought over for something that a temple has been enshrining for over a hundred years, let alone the Buddhist beads around her neck, which are clearly made of a rather special material.

To receive a praise from this master of the snow region as a "miracle object" must be incredibly auspicious.

However, none of that matters. What matters is why she was invited here. Xu Su wanted to ask, but the old monk poured her a cup of tea first and gestured for her to sit opposite him.

Xu Su patiently sipped a few mouthfuls of tea, when he heard the old monk ask, "Have you ever been troubled by dreams, benefactor?"

“Not bad,” Xu Su said, not too surprised. She nodded gently. “Before I wore these prayer beads, I had several dreams. Those dreams were so real that I couldn’t tell the difference between reality and illusion.”

In fact, Xu Su had always wanted to know whether the scene of the 35-year-old Zhou Mochen guarding her side in her dream a year ago was a reflection of her thoughts during the day and a dream at night, or whether her soul had really returned to that world through unknown means, and what she saw in her dream was real.

And there is...

Although the dream of Zhou Mochen, the eighteen-year-old boy, was confirmed by the jealous woman in reality, Xu Su would still think of him from time to time, as if in some parallel world, there really was such a person waiting for her, waiting for her all the time.

Xu Suguang felt uneasy whenever she thought about it, as if she was forgetting someone very important to her...

She was filled with confusion and thought she would find answers here, but to her surprise, the old monk smiled slightly and said, "Falsehood is truth, and truth is falsehood."

Xu Su: "..."

If it weren't for his somewhat unfathomable and intimidating demeanor, she would have said, "Please speak like a human being."

Who wants to listen to his ambiguous and confusing words?

Perhaps her expression was too indescribable, so the old monk said again, "There's no need to be fixated on truth or falsehood; often, truth and falsehood are just a matter of a single thought."

His eyes were filled with peace and tranquility.

Xu Su pondered the meaning of his words silently, still somewhat confused.

So, those dreams are actually 'Schrödinger's dreams'?

She continued to ask, but the old monk stopped answering and began to chant sutras with his eyes closed.

Xu Su was furious. So all that was done, she was called here just to be a riddle solver?

Wouldn't all that effort she put into getting into line have been for nothing?

This anger quickly dissipated after the old monk offered to bless and consecrate her bracelet.

When she walked out of the main hall with the limited edition consecrated bracelet from the high monk, the collective consecration ceremony outside the hall was almost finished. Only a few believers were still lingering, asking the monks inside the hall for guidance.

Xika, Xi Zirong, and Jiang Chusheng were all waiting for her. When Xu Su came out, Xi Zirong strode forward, grabbed her arm, and looked her up and down: "Where have you been?"

"Yeah, why do you get special treatment just because you came to pray to Buddha?" Sika said indignantly, "We were together, but that little monk invited you in!"

Xu Su completely forgot his own ignorance and stupidity, and shamelessly boasted: "Perhaps I have a connection with Buddhism, so the master specially invited me to come in and meet him."

She shook the bracelet in her hand, teasing her on purpose: "It's a limited edition, blessed by a high-ranking monk one-on-one."

Sika said sourly, "You were called in just to give me a private blessing?"

Xu Su was unwilling to answer those riddles, and nodded without any guilt: "Yes, and it's free."

Since it's free, it can't be a scam, which makes Sika even more jealous.

Xi Zirong, who had been silent, suddenly leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Su Su, who are you planning to give this bracelet to?"

"..." Xu Su looked at him with her bright eyes, then looked down at Xi Zirong's hand on her arm, where the silver ring she had given him was still on his finger.

His gaze was intense, practically demanding, and Xu Su couldn't resist any longer. She put the bracelet on his wrist and said, "Here you go, I'm giving it to you."

Xi Zirong smiled contentedly; if the occasion weren't inappropriate, he would have wanted to hug her tightly.

Thus, the agate bracelet that Xu Su bought from a Tibetan and which was then blessed by a high monk one-on-one, eventually ended up with Xi Zirong.

Actually, she bought it intending to give it to Zhou Mochen...

Just as Xu Su stepped out of the main gate of Showa Temple, she encountered another riddle teller.

This time, it was a monk preaching the Dharma. In Buddhist holy sites, preachers are almost everywhere. Xu Su glanced at him casually as he passed by and was stopped by the preacher.

The master inside at least spoke Chinese, but this preacher spoke fluent Tibetan, leaving Xu Su completely bewildered.

Fortunately, a kind person nearby who was fluent in Chinese tried to help translate:

“The master said…” The young Tibetan man stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence, his already ruddy face turning even redder.

"Young man," Sika urged, "Say what the master said!"

"The master said..." the Tibetan man stammered as he spoke to Xu Su, "that you are an extraordinary person, an extraordinary person whose soul does not belong here."

…………

Sika chuckled: "Is this how you compliment someone's looks in the Snow Region? An alien? Why don't you just say you're a fairy, a fairy descended from heaven?"

The man's face turned even redder; clearly, he also thought the preacher was praising the girl's beauty...

Xu Su remained silent.

She was genuinely shocked; were there really so many experts in this place?

You could hear this kind of talk from any random person who preaches the scriptures.

Even Xi Zirong and Jiang Chusheng seemed to think that this was a compliment to Xu Su's good looks, since no one would easily suspect that their friend wasn't a 'local', right?

After saying goodbye to the sermon preacher who spoke in Tibetan that they couldn't understand but was extremely enthusiastic, the group found a local restaurant and had a meal. They then strolled around the nearby streets, experiencing firsthand the daily lives of the people in the snowy region, before night gradually fell.

The four of them returned to the hotel as the sun set.