Live fortune telling: Sending a top star to prison right from the start.

Yinwan Residential Area.

Lu Rou stood in the center of the living room, her eyes sparkling with excitement and satisfaction as she carefully examined her newly decorated home.

Sunlight filtered through the soft sheer curtains, casting its glow on the light beige sofa.

The huge artwork hanging on the wall depicts a tranquil sunset over the sea.

That was a housewarming gift from Si Tang to her.

She entered the bedroom, where a spacious bed took up most of the space, covered with floral sheets she had carefully chosen.

Lu Rou walked to the bedside and lay down. The mattress was just the right amount of softness, which made her let out a satisfied sigh.

It feels so good, I finally have my own home!

She opened her phone and saw that Lu Zhizhou had sent her another message.

[A handsome guy: Master Lu]

[A handsome guy: My mom wants to meet you]

[A handsome guy: When is a convenient time for you?]

[A handsome guy: May I ask a question?]

[A handsome guy: Where do you live?]

Lu Rou remained silent for ten seconds, then quickly tapped the screen.

What's meant to happen will happen; if you can delay it, then delay it.

[Pomelo Tea: In a few days]

"Mom, Mom, Master Lu is online."

"Bring it to you!"

Yun Yan snatched Lu Zhizhou's phone away; she was now a loyal fan of his.

She had watched almost all of Lu Rou's videos, and the more she watched, the more she liked them and the more interesting they became.

She will definitely find her daughter soon.

Lu Rou looked at the screen above and saw that the other party was typing. Wasn't he a movie star? How come he was so free?

[A handsome young man: Master Lu, I am Lu Zhizhou's mother. I have received everything you gave me. Thank you so much. I am really looking forward to meeting you.]

Despite the coldness of the words, Lu Rou felt a unique warmth within them.

Is this the bond of blood being thicker than water?

[Yuzu Tea: Yes, take care and get some rest. Don't overthink things. Your daughter is doing well.]

[A handsome guy: Okay, I will.]

"Ahhhhh, son, son, our family is about to be reunited."

Lu Zhizhou gently pampered the excited Yun Yan.

"Mom, I know you're excited, but please don't get excited yet. Take good care of yourself so you'll have the energy to eat and go shopping with your sister. Don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes, I need to rest and recuperate properly. Go and make arrangements for me quickly."

"it is good."

Yunyan hadn't been taking proper care of herself before, but unexpectedly, she cooperated perfectly with just one message from Lu Rou. Her younger sister was her emotional and mental trigger.

……

Gensei-ji Temple is located in a commercial street in Kita Ward, Kyoto. It was first built during the Southern Han Dynasty and has a long history. It is one of the "Five Great Buddhist Temples" in Kyoto.

The temple gate was vermilion, and the gold characters on the lintel shone brightly.

The main hall has seven bays across the front, with a single-eave hip roof, and is magnificent in appearance. It houses three large bronze Buddha statues, which inspire awe and reverence.

Its architecture imitates the style of the official temples in the capital, while also incorporating Lingnan style. The giant nanmu wood pillars were donated by the King of Annam.

The temple grounds feature towering ancient banyan trees with lush foliage.

At night, the building is brightly lit and resplendent, with the lights highlighting its architectural style to the fullest, creating a sense of solemnity and awe.

It's a famous local spot for taking photos, and it's always packed with people every night.

Lin Jing finally had some free time, but his heart was still racing with the terrifying experience of the airport collapse.

Xuanqing Temple is widely recognized as the most efficacious temple, so he and his wife made a special trip here to offer incense.

Sunlight shines on the vermilion walls of the ancient temple, reflecting the tranquility and solemnity of time, as if it can sweep away the hustle and bustle and panic of the world.

Lin Jing tilted his head slightly, gazing at the ancient temple's eaves and brackets, his heart filled with awe.

He whispered to Mrs. Lin beside him, "It's truly fortunate that no one was injured or killed in the airport collapse. It seems as if there was a protective force at work."

Madam Lin nodded in agreement, her gaze devout.

"That's exactly why I had to come to this ancient temple to express my gratitude and pray to the Buddha and Bodhisattvas."

The two of them stepped over the threshold and entered the temple.

In the courtyard, the trees provide ample shade, and several ancient Bodhi trees sway gently in the breeze, their branches and leaves rustling as if whispering the Buddhist chants of a thousand years ago.

Lin Jing and his wife walked slowly along the bluestone path. The incense burners by the roadside were filled with smoke, and the rising smoke carried a strange tranquility, which gradually relaxed their tense nerves.

Upon arriving at the main hall, one finds it solemn and dignified, with a towering Buddha statue looking down compassionately upon all living beings.

Lin Jing and his wife stood respectfully before the Buddha. Lin Jing took the incense offered by his wife and lit it.

The flickering flames illuminated their faces. Lin Jing held incense in both hands, silently praying.

Mrs. Lin also closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, her heart filled with gratitude and expectation.

After paying their respects to the Buddha, they strolled around the temple.

I stumbled upon a quiet corner where an ancient prayer pillar stood.

Lin Jing stopped and carefully examined the scriptures and carvings on the prayer pillar, lost in thought.

"Through this experience, I have come to realize the impermanence of life. Only by having reverence and kindness in our hearts can we stay true to ourselves amidst the storms of life."

Mrs. Lin gently took his arm: "Yes, we must cherish the present moment even more and do more good deeds in the future."

At this moment, melodious bells rang out from the temple, their sound echoing through a thousand years and resonating in their hearts.

Lin Jing and his wife smiled at each other, their hearts filled with peace and hope, and slowly walked out of the ancient temple.

The abbot watched them leave, feeling quite puzzled.

This shouldn't be happening...

……

Inside Kyoto’s tallest building, a luxurious office is like the core temple of power and wealth.

A man stood upright in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

He was tall and slender, his well-tailored bespoke suit highlighting his broad shoulders and taut waistline, his deep eyes like twinkling stars in the night sky.

Beneath his high, straight nose, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and his profile was sharp and perfect.

She exudes an innate air of nobility, as if she maintains an unreachable distance from everything in this world.

Outside the window, the bustling streets resembled flowing rivers of light, with crowds of people the size of ants thronging about.

Just then, a soft knock came at the door. The man turned his head slightly, his voice deep and magnetic.

"Come in."

The assistant pushed open the door and entered, standing respectfully to one side.

The man turned around calmly and walked back to the huge office chair with elegant and confident steps, then sat down.

He gently placed his right hand on the armrest, slightly raised his chin, and gestured for his assistant to begin the work report.

The assistant dared not slack off in the slightest and immediately opened the folder, explaining in detail the progress of each task.

The man listened quietly, occasionally frowning slightly or nodding gently. Every subtle movement seemed to possess a magical power to control everything, filling the surrounding air with an unapproachable majesty.

"How's the person you asked me to investigate?"

The assistant handed him a thick stack of documents with both hands and answered respectfully.

"All the information you requested has been prepared."

The man's long, slender, fair fingers gently parted, and his thin lips curved slightly.

"Lu Rou".