After Black Moonlight revealed her true feelings, everyone panicked.

With the engagement banquet approaching, the Lu family home is gradually becoming more lively.

Lou Xiao's visits became more frequent, as there were many things that needed to be discussed and coordinated.

No matter how late it was, he would never stay overnight at the Lu family's house; he would always insist on leaving.

Lu Lingbo felt that all this back and forth was too tiring, and last night Lou Xiao's car was scratched by a truck that was delivering goods in the early morning.

Although it was just a false alarm and no one was hurt, it was still enough to make one feel scared.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with staying here. I've often stayed overnight before, haven't I?"

Although he sprained his ankle again, fortunately it was only a soft tissue contusion, and he has been able to throw away his crutches in the past two days.

He walks with a slight limp and can't walk fast.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing to be in a wheelchair at my sister's engagement party.

Lu Lingjun frowned slightly. He did not agree, but he was not so cold-blooded as to refuse to let people stay overnight when they were almost in trouble.

He was about to say yes, but before he could utter a word, another voice drowned him out.

"No, that's taboo, it'll bring bad luck," Lu Sijian refused.

Lou Xiao heard the conversation over there and felt a bit conflicted.

Even if Lu Sijian invited him to stay, he wouldn't, because he didn't want to break any taboos.

His fiancée wasn't worried about his safety, but only about whether it would bring good or bad luck, which made him somewhat uncomfortable.

It seems that she harbored resentment because I didn't stand up for her immediately at the bridal shop that day, and she's been acting strangely for the past two days.

Lou Xiao took a deep breath. The two of them hadn't had a proper time alone together these past few days. Despite being about to get engaged, there seemed to be an invisible barrier between them.

“Ah Jian, let’s go to the temple tomorrow,” Lou Xiao suggested, walking over to her.

Lu Lingbai's eyes lit up: "Great! I'd love to go too!"

He felt he had bad luck this year and needed to pray to Buddha.

By the way, it's the same for my older brother. Although his stomach problems have improved a lot from taking medicine every day, my sister's prophecy is still a Damocles' sword hanging over his head.

"Brother, let's go together. It's a good opportunity for the whole family to go and pray to Buddha for our family's peace and prosperity."

Lu Lingjun frowned slightly, but agreed without much thought: "Okay."

He has already arranged a lot of work for his sister's engagement banquet these past few days, so he can only spare half a day to go to the temple.

People are more likely to be superstitious the wealthier they are. These company owners, who doesn't go to the temple every year to pray for a prosperous business?

Lou Xiao then turned his gaze to Lu Sijian.

Lu Sijian's lips curled up slightly, "Okay, everyone has been going to the temple to pray for me for the past three years, so I should go and fulfill my vow."

He probably wanted me to see the longevity tablets he offered to me.

[After doing all this, the person involved has absolutely no idea what's going on; it has to be presented to truly shock them.]

Lou Xiao felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

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As the weather gets hotter, ancient temples have become an affordable place to cool off.

Lu Sijian followed everyone to fetch spring water to wash her hands. The spring water was incredibly cold, which dissipated much of the heat in her heart.

Then they took incense and went to offer prayers one by one.

Almost every time they arrived at a temple, Wang Ma would enthusiastically take her to see the lamps that the Lu family had offered for her.

“Every lamp here was lit by the eldest son, along with the second and third sons, after they knelt for several hours to pray before offering it up.”

Speaking of these past events, Wang Ma couldn't help but sigh, "Back then, the knees of the young masters' pants were all worn through."

Lu Sijian remained unmoved, even indifferent.

I guess I'm just naturally cold-blooded; I'm completely unmoved, and I even start to have conspiracy theories, suspecting that some people are just putting on an act.

Lou Xiao paused slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. How could she even doubt her own family?

He saw Lu Lingjun walk outside the hall, so he followed and put the incense sticks into the incense burner at the entrance of the hall.

Lu Sijian walked to the side and saw that the person praying under a lamp had the name Wang Ma, and she was taken aback.

Did Wang Ma also pray for blessings back then?

Lu Sijian walked quickly to the front hall and, sure enough, found the lamp in the corner.

Lu Lingbo limped over and asked, "Wang Ma, when did you light the lamp? How come we didn't know?"

Wang Ma: "Every year, Sister Ye organizes everyone to come to the temple to pray for the young lady's well-being, and I offer a cup of wine to the young lady. However, I don't have much money, so I can only add one cup each year."

But this is the largest temple in Yuncheng, with many halls of all sizes. Each hall has one lamp, and more are added every year, which costs a lot of money.

[Wang Ma's salary over the years has probably all gone into this.] Lu Sijian frowned.

"Why don't you ever ask me for reimbursement?" Lu Lingbai was also stunned.

The Lu family is wealthy, so it's perfectly acceptable for them to provide for the servants. But the servants are just employees with families to support, so as long as their intentions are there, that's enough.

Aunt Wang waved her hands repeatedly: "Why do I need to get reimbursed? I wanted to do it myself, it has nothing to do with the Lu family."

Lu Sijian glanced at Lu Lingbai.

[You're such a sucker, you're thinking of Sister Ye, aren't you? But Sister Ye isn't sincere; she just wants to get money out of you.]

[But you and Sister Ye are no different; you're both obsessed with formalities. One's after money, the other's for peace of mind. No wonder you get along so well.]

Lu Lingbai: "..."

He was completely unable to refute it.

Before leaving the main hall, he looked back at the ever-burning lamps one last time.

In fact, most of these lamps were offered in the first year. Later, the eldest brother went abroad, the third brother became famous, and he himself was busy investing and opening shops, so he rarely set foot in the temple.

Even when they come over, it's only during the first month of the lunar calendar each year that they worship at the God of Wealth Temple with the company's senior executives, praying for good returns on their investments.

Time heals all wounds, and even the deepest sorrows are gradually forgotten.

Only the ever-burning lamp, because of the money donated, continues to burn day and night, illuminating the original intention.

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After the worship ceremony, the group walked to the back of the mountain.

An elderly abbot with profound Buddhist knowledge lives here, and Lu Lingjun occasionally comes to listen to his sermons.

The young novice monk came out, said "Amitabha," and explained that the abbot was receiving guests and asked everyone to wait in their meditation rooms.

Or you could go and take a look at the longevity tablets in the nearby temple.

Lou Xiao suddenly said, "I'm going to the restroom."

He didn't want to hear his sincerity trampled on, and just wanted to avoid this part, so he left without looking back after saying that.

Lou Xiao walked to a secluded meditation room and unexpectedly saw a familiar face: "Zhao Ke?"

He walked towards the other person and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Following the other person's gaze, he suddenly froze.

In the dimly lit room, Mu Liangyue was copying scriptures with an extremely serious expression.

Zhao Ke had to explain: "Liang Yue learned about your car accident yesterday and came to the temple early this morning to ask for a talisman for you."

Lou Xiao, with his sharp eyes, noticed what appeared to be blood on her fingertips: "What happened to her hand?"

"Oh, she's cutting her own blood to copy the 'Peace Sutra,' praying for you and Lu Sijian." Zhao Ke tried to keep his tone calm. There were some things he had kept to himself for years, and he had wanted Lou Xiao to know for a long time.

“She started doing this three years ago. When you saw her copying scriptures like you, you scolded her for putting on a show. She thought it wasn’t devout enough, so she decided to copy scriptures in blood.”

Lou Xiao felt a mix of emotions. He stood there for a long time, not even noticing when Zhao Ke left.

Seeing that the people in the room had finished copying and stood up, he turned and left.