The name on the plaque made Mo Xiaoyue tremble. Isn't this the same temple where her grandmother went up the mountain to pray for herself?

While he was hesitating whether to go in, an old voice came from the temple, "Donor, I have been waiting for a long time. Now that you are here, come in!"

Xiaoyue no longer hesitated and stepped into the temple.

The candlelight in the hall was dim, and the old monk with white eyebrows and white beard was sitting under the big Buddha, chanting sutras and knocking wooden fish.

Where had she seen this scene before?

Frowning and covering her chest, Xiaoyue raised her eyes and looked up in the hall, "Master, you brought me here. Do you have anything to say to the little girl?"

The old monk stopped chanting sutras and knocking on wooden fish, and raised his eyes to look at Xiaoyue.

Xiaoyue was startled, and Tengteng took a few steps back. Why was there a hidden worry in this monk's eyes?

"Master, Xiaoyue knows that you must know the origin of my stone. Please tell me what is going on!"

The old monk stared intently at the jade that Xiaoyue took out from her neck, and did not speak for a long time.

The eyes of the old man and the young man faced each other, and they looked at each other like this until the stick of incense was about to burn out. The old monk finally looked up to the sky and sighed, "Well, I will tell you in front of the Buddha. In fact.

You have to repay the debt you owed in your previous life in this life."

Before the old monk could finish his words, a bolt of lightning struck the futon under him from the sky.

When the fire ignited, the old monk frowned and stood up immediately, put out the fire, and shook his head helplessly at Xiaoyue, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's just God's will. It's a sin! Miss, I'm going here. I sincerely apologize.

Remember to burn incense on every first and fifteenth day of the lunar month and pray for mercy and protection from heaven. Also remember to be pure and have as few desires as possible... Go ahead, that's all I can say..."

"No——, please let me know more details, my little girl is a female prostitute..."

Mo Xiaoyue watched the old monk walking out of the hall and wanted to follow him anxiously, but her feet seemed to be on the ground and she couldn't move even half a step.

When the old monk disappeared, she was shocked to realize that she was sweating profusely!!

...

"Miss, Miss? What's wrong with you?" The maid Qiaoer opened the door early in the morning and saw Mo Xiaoyue huddled on the bed, her brows furrowed and her face covered in sweat, so she shook and shouted worriedly.

Mo Xiaoyue heard the shouting and subconsciously responded, "It's okay!"

She could hear what Qiaoer said, but how could Qiaoer hear her?

At this time, an old and ethereal voice sounded, "Let's go, this is not a place for you to miss. If I and the young lady are destined, they will meet each other. Then I will tell the young lady everything..."

Following the rapid sound of wooden fish, Xiaoyue's head began to feel dizzy, her consciousness disappeared, and she soon passed out on the ground.

The figure of the old monk appeared again, and he was seen circling around Xiaoyue's body, muttering something unknown in his mouth, and following Xiaoyue's body, he levitated and floated into the distance...

Oh oh oh, the rooster crows!

Xiaoyue opened her eyes suddenly, sat up, stared at Qiaoer and asked, "When did you come in? Was I just lying on the bed when you came in?"

"Yes, Miss, are you... okay? The slave just came in to fetch water, and saw that you were sweating, Miss, and kept shaking you, but you didn't react at all," Qiaoer answered, suspicious at the same time.
Chapter completed!