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When you come to Japan, besides wearing a kimono, there is another important thing, and that is going to a temple.
Jiang Nanchu and Lu Sihan went to one of the most famous temples - Qingshui Temple.
When the two came to Kiyomizu Temple, there were already many people burning incense and worshiping religiously.
The old monk who was sweeping the floor stopped what he was doing when he saw the faces of Lu Sihan and Jiang Nanchu.
"Hello, two donors."
The old monk said with his hands clasped together.
Jiang Nanchu didn¡¯t expect to meet compatriots who could speak Mandarin in a foreign country, so he immediately learned to put his hands together.
"Hello, Master."
"I wonder if I can do the math for you two?"
Lu Sihan didn¡¯t believe in fortune telling, but Jiang Nanchu¡¯s curiosity had been aroused and he dragged Lu Sihan to a meditation room.
The old monk looked at Jiang Nanchu with kind eyes, and then shook his head.
Jiang Nanchu had always known that the monks at Qingshui Temple were very effective. As soon as he shook his head, Jiang Nanchu's expression changed.
"Master, if you have anything to say, just say it."
"The female donor has a rough life and has a weak relationship with her parents."
When Jiang Nanchu heard what the monk said, his eyes widened in shock.
This is Japan, not the country. It is impossible for this old monk to know what happened between him and Jiang Guofeng. There is only one possibility: he really figured it out.
When Jiang Nan first looked at the old monk, his eyes immediately became respectful.
"Master, can you see anything else?"
"Female donor, everything you see in front of you is not real. Remember to experience it with your heart."
The old monk said earnestly, and Jiang Nanchu nodded immediately.
"Then Master, can you give me your fianc¨¦?"
The old monk looked at Lu Sihan and said nothing for a long time. Finally, he seemed to be sure of something and knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Sihan.
"Master, what do you mean?"
Jiang Nanchu immediately stepped forward to help the monk up. The old monk had a gray beard and looked to be over eighty years old. How could he bear to have such an old man kneel down and worship?
"The male benefactor is an extremely noble and unparalleled person with the destiny of Ziwei. In ancient times, the ceremony of kneeling and worshiping should have been performed."
"Old monk, be careful that trouble comes from your mouth."
Lu Sihan said with a slight change in expression.
"Wait a minute, you haven't told me what the fate of Ziwei is?"
"Don't worry, your fianc¨¦ will definitely be highly influential in the future."
Jiang Nanchu frowned when he heard what the master said.
¡°I don¡¯t want him to be in a high position, I just want him to be with me.¡±
Jiang Nanchu said excitedly.
¡°Since you don¡¯t want to believe it, then you don¡¯t need to keep my words in your heart. Maybe I may have made a mistake in my calculations.¡±
"Yes, you are just talking nonsense."
Lu Sihan held Jiang Nanchu's hand tightly and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute, I have a destiny with you two. This is the peace guard that I personally prayed for and given to you."
The old monk¡¯s big hand full of vicissitudes of life took out two exquisite royal guards and handed them to Jiang Nanchu.
"Master, thank you."
Jiang Nanchu took over the guard and left Qingshui Temple with Lu Sihan.
He was still very happy when he came, but when he went back, Lu Sihan was obviously worried and his eyebrows were furrowed.
Jiang Nanchu couldn't stand it anymore, walked up to Lu Sihan, and smoothed his brow with her white and tender index finger.
"Can't you smile more? You look like an old man when you look serious like this. Besides, the master said you have a good destiny, shouldn't you be happy?"
¡°It¡¯s me who should really be sad. You will be in a high position in the future, but I have no money, no power, no power. What should I do if you don¡¯t want me anymore?¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com