Chapter 377: Letting Go

May Yu Shiyan and Qi Xinxin become a couple in the end.

A smile unconsciously crept onto Yu Shiyan's lips.

Yes, back then she thought she liked Qi Xinxin.

It is common for prayer ribbons to be knocked off by wind and rain, so there are special monks who watch over them and pick up any fallen ribbons to hang them up again.

A young monk stepped forward, put his palms together, bowed slightly, and said to Yu Shiyan, "Amitabha, please give this humble monk the prayer in your hand, benefactor."

Yu Shiyan returned the greeting, "Amitabha, young monk, is there any rule in the temple that allows me to add another stroke to the back of this prayer ribbon?"

The young monk was somewhat embarrassed: "There are no rules, but this prayer ribbon was written by another benefactor. If the benefactor wants to pray for blessings, he can simply take another one and write it."

Seeing that he said this, Yu Shiyan felt regretful, but had no choice but to give up.

“Amitabha Buddha, everything in this world is predestined. Since you have picked it up, it is because your destiny has come.”

Upon hearing the voice, the monk turned around and immediately put his hands together respectfully, saying, "Abbot Kongchan."

Abbot Kongchan nodded and said "Amitabha" to Yu Shiyan again: "If you wish to write, then write."

"Thank you, Abbot."

Yu Shiyan walked to the desk, picked up the pen, turned the prayer ribbon over, and then quickly wrote down four large characters: This wish is not granted.

Once the ink had dried, Yu Shiyan picked it up and looked at it again, finding it much more pleasing to the eye.

"Would you like to draw a fortune stick, sir?"

Abbot Kongchan waited to the side, and only after he threw the prayer ribbon back up did he put his hands together in prayer.

"Either is fine." Yu Shiyan nodded.

What kind of lots?

At this moment, Nalan Yujie finished throwing the blessing ribbon and walked over with Mishuang. Just as she was about to reach out and take Yu Shiyan's arm, he dodged her.

"Amitabha, please follow this old monk."

Abbot Kongchan led the people to the main hall, his palm facing up, his five fingers together pointing to the bamboo tube containing bamboo sticks on the incense table.

Yu Shiyan shook the tube knowingly, and when a bamboo stick fell out, he handed it to the abbot.

Abbot Kongchan gazed at it for a long time, then stroked his beard with some emotion, "It is indeed the interpretation of the eleventh Guanyin divination slip. There is truly a predestined connection in the universe."

"What do you mean by that, Abbot?"

"Are you seeking help from friends or relatives, benefactor?"

Yu Shiyan nodded somewhat hesitantly.

"When the moon is full, it wanes; when water is full, it overflows. You need not be too attached to things, for everything has its destiny."

"What if I insist on being so persistent?"

Abbot Kongchan walked to the incense burner and casually picked up a handful of incense ash: "Amitabha, sometimes you can't hold on to what you've grasped. Letting go is not necessarily a bad thing."

"It won't loosen." Yu Shiyan turned his head away, his clear, cold eyes hiding a loneliness unknown to outsiders.

The abbot stroked his beard and smiled slowly, "The fortune slip says that if you remain faithful to one person, there might be a glimmer of hope in this stalemate."

Nalan Yujie understood the implication in Yu Shiyan's words and immediately became somewhat displeased, "I want to smoke too."

Abbot Kongchan brushed the dust from his palms, then turned to her and said with his palms together, "Amitabha, the opportunity for you has not yet arrived, and this old monk cannot answer it."

"Isn't it all about drawing a stick and reading the annotations? What's the problem with being able to solve it or not? I think you monk are clearly unwilling to solve it for our princess!" Mi Shuang said discontentedly.

"Amitabha Buddha, no."

This old monk interprets divination slips based on fate, and your fate has not yet arrived.

Even upon hearing the word "princess," the abbot's expression remained unchanged, still kind and humble.