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Chapter 159

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    Huarong was stunned for a moment, then tightly grasped Xiang Shuya's hand, "I don't know what the master said just now?"

    The little monk shook his head, and said the Buddhist ceremony, "Young monk has already seen the secrets of the sky, so it is not appropriate to say more, and the secrets must not be leaked. I hope that the girl will cherish it. Whether the girl understands or not depends on God's will."

    After finishing speaking, he got up and left in a hurry, without giving Hua Rong a chance to ask any more questions.

    Xiang Shuya became anxious, and yelled at the little monk, "Why are you running?! I haven't finished talking yet! What do you mean?"

    After saying that, she was going to chase, Huarong took Xiang Shuya's hand, and shook her head, "Forget it, don't force others to make things difficult, the secret must not be leaked, it's useless for us to chase after him."

    Xiang Shuya worried: "Butdo you understand what he just said? Chang'an Jiangnan? What else is going south all the way, where is it going south?"

    Huarong frowned, "Xiangnanmaybe it's Nanshan." Huarong suddenly remembered the agreement with Huayu, and when the peach blossom trees were in full bloom next year, he would take her to Nanshan to play, "But why hide there?  How will Chang'an change?"

    "Why don't you follow up and ask? Half-talking is the most uncomfortable thing. And you can see that the little monk is serious and sensible, and it is probably not just talking nonsense." Xiang Shuya suggested.

    Huarong thought for a while and said: "Then go ask again, if you can't ask, don't force it." Huarong didn't know what to do, and always felt flustered.

    Xiang Shuya responded, then supported Huarong and walked towards the direction where the little monk left.

    The little monk turned left and right into the inner courtyard, went straight to the innermost room, knocked on the door, and called, "Abbot."

    The door of the room was opened, and there was an old man with snowy temples and frosted hair, full of energy, wearing cassock, which gave people a feeling of sitting in the realm of transformation.

    The old man glanced at the young monk, sighed, and stepped aside, "Come in."

    "yes."

    After the little monk entered, he closed the door again. The lights inside were brightly lit. Two rows of candles stretched from the door to the center of the ancestral hall like a long dragon. Dozens of memorial tablets were placed in the middle of the house, which looked solemn and solemn under the candlelight.

    "Kneel down." The abbot walked aside and instructed the young monk.

    The little monk answered "Yes" and knelt down on the round cushion under the tablet.

    The abbot sighed and said: "The heavenly secret must not be leaked. Since you have leaked the heavenly secret, you should kneel here for three days and three nights to pay for your sins."

    "The little monk is willing to be punished." The little monk held a rosary, looked ahead, and replied willingly.

    The abbot turned around and was about to leave when the little monk suddenly said, "Master, can she escape her own fate?"

    The abbot was stunned for a moment, and sighed, "There is a destiny in the dark, and it is not something we can control. Now that we have spied on the secret, whether we can turn things around or not depends entirely on her own destiny."

    After finishing speaking, he left directly.

    The little monk looked up at the tablet, slowly closed his eyes, turned the rosary in his hand, and muttered something

    "Why can't I find it? This temple is so big!" Xiang Shuya took a long breath, sweating profusely, "When we go back, I will ask my father to send someone to turn this temple upside down.  Less than that little monk!"

    Huarong shook Xiang Shuya's hand, "Forget it, God's will, everything has its own decree, we can't force it, let's go back."

    Xiang Shuya looked at Huarong, then at the bustling crowd, "Okay, let's write the wooden sign."

    Huarong let out a "hmm" and glanced to the right. Although she couldn't see anything, she subconsciously felt that there was something on the right.

    Xiang Shuya looked in the direction where Huarong turned, and said disapprovingly: "It's just a house there, it's very ordinary, let's go."

    "Well let's go."

    Xiang Shuya put the pen dipped in ink into Huarong's hand, and handed the wooden sign to Huarong, asking her to feel the size of the wooden sign, so that writing on it would not be written outside.

    As soon as she finished writing, Xiang Shuya turned her head curiously, glanced at it a few times, she was a little stunned, she couldn't see her eyes, and the words could still be written so neatly and beautifully.

    "May my elder brother live in peace, and I will get my wish and become an invincible general."

    Xiang Shuya quickly turned her head away after reading it quickly, and Huarong beside her asked irresolutely: "Did you see what I wrote?"

    Xiang Shuya was stunned for a moment, then she vetoed, "How is it possible?" Then she said in amazement: "It's just that I can't figure it out, you can't even see it.??, how can it be written so neatly and beautifully?  "

    As soon as she finished speaking, Xiang Shuya covered her mouth in regret. How could she say that?

    "That I didn't mean it, don't take it to heart, I mean your handwriting is beautiful."

    Huarong smiled indifferently, "It's nothing, the wish is the same every year, so practice makes perfect, these words are engraved in my mind, so even if I can't see them, I will write them out habitually."

    Xiang Shuya glanced at Huarong in surprise, sighed, and didn't say anything more, but took the wooden sign and helped Huarong get up, "Let's go and hang the wooden sign."

    The breeze blew by, and the mahogany signboard on the old tree rang non-stop, which was really nice.

    Xiang Shuya stood under the tree devoutly and prayed, "My God, you have granted me two wishes. I am very grateful, but this wish is very urgent right now. Please restore Huarong's light. Please make this wish come true."  Satisfy me, after my wish is fulfilled, I will definitely burn incense and worship Buddha every day, and make offerings to you. Please, trustee Xiang Shuya."

    The sun was just right when we came, but it was already westward when we went down the mountain.  Xiang Shuya and Huarong walked down the mountain slowly, stopping and going, very leisurely.

    "Who is Xiaoliu?" Xiang Shuya asked suddenly, and then said as if explaining: "I heard Hua Lu say it last time, and I heard that he is very similar to me."

    Huarong was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Xiao Liu is a friend I met in Jiangnan. He is indeed quite similar to you. He has a kind heart but is covered in thorns. He lives tenaciously in this unfair world."

    Xiang Shuya lowered her eyebrows, "You want to make friends with me, but because of him? Because I resemble him?"

    Huarong said "hmm", "I can't deny that I wanted to be friends with you at first because you have a temper like Xiaoliu, but later it was only because you are you, not because who are you like?"

    Xiang Shuya showed a relaxed smile, "Naturally, this princess is unique, who can compare with this princess? Well it's your luck to make friends with me."

    Huarong smiled and said without denying: "It is indeed my luck."

    "Can you tell me about Xiaoliu's story?" Xiang Shuya asked curiously: "It's quite curious to imagine it with me." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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