Su Ping sneezed several times in a row.

She clearly no longer had a fever, so could someone be cricketing behind her back?

[Host, are you ready to enter the dream again?]

The Calabash Brothers' excited voice rang out, seemingly tinged with excitement.

Su Ping glanced at the bright sky outside, somewhat speechless. Was this Calabash Brother even speaking human language?

Oh, she forgot that it wasn't actually a person.

[Host, I can hear you chirping.]

So what?

Su Ping felt that she had been having some bad luck lately, so she planned to go to a famous temple to pray that afternoon.

When Li Moyu received Su Ping's call, she thought that Su Ping had just recovered from her illness and was already thinking about the young male model again. She was about to advise Su Ping to restrain herself.

"What? You want me to go to the temple with you?"

Li Moyu asked back uncertainly.

Su Ping has always held a sense of awe in this regard. In her previous life, she had been extremely unlucky for a period of time, to the point that she would step in dog poop whenever she went out.

My luck only started to improve after I went to a temple with my mother and got a talisman to carry with me. At least I haven't stepped in dog poop since.

Although Li Moyu complained, she arrived at her doorstep half an hour later.

The car can only go as far as the foot of the mountain.

The temple is located on a mountain and is very popular with worshippers.

Su Ping looked at the seemingly endless steps, her legs feeling a little weak.

Grit your teeth, I'm just crawling away even though I'm a worthless life!

More than an hour later, we could finally see the temple gate.

After receiving three incense sticks from a staff member, Su Ping followed the crowd inside.

"Pingping, I didn't expect there to be so many people here."

This was Li Moyu's first time in such a place, and she looked around curiously.

Everyone wore expressions of reverence, and some even lit incense and prayed devoutly in the four directions.

The line for drawing lots was very long, and quite a few people were already waiting.

Li Moyu got bored while waiting, so she went for a walk around the neighborhood and asked her to call her after she finished drawing her fortune sticks.

More than an hour has passed, and it's still not her turn.

Su Ping rubbed her slightly sore calves; at least there were only two or three people ahead of her.

After another ten minutes or so, it was finally her turn.

The person sitting cross-legged on the meditation cushion was an elderly man dressed in a dark monk's robe.

"What do you wish to ask for, benefactor?"

The old man had a slight smile on his face. He paused for a moment when he saw Su Ping's face, then quickly regained his composure.

Su Ping finally asked for a luck-changing talisman.

The young monk beside the old man handed her the talisman. Su Ping happily accepted it, bowed to the Buddha statue, and then prepared to go down the mountain.

Just as he stood up, he heard the old man behind him call out to him.

Su Ping's heart skipped a beat.

You wouldn't say her forehead is dark, would you?

Turning around, he found the old man staring at him intently, and after a long while, he uttered a sentence.

“Benefactor, some things were already destined; fate is the best arrangement.”

Su Ping was completely bewildered, but still bowed to the old man in gratitude.

As she turned to step out the door, she caught a glimpse of two familiar figures entering the room next door.

It was Lu Zhiyan and his mother.

What are they doing here?

Su Ping thought for a moment and realized that Lu's mother seemed to often worship Buddha and copy scriptures at home, so she was probably quite devout in this regard. She guessed that Lu Zhiyan had come with her.

She didn't think much of it; the sun had already set outside.

When she found Li Moyu, she discovered that Li Moyu was squatting on the ground, staring at the stone toad on the ground.

Su Ping called her name, but there was no response.

She walked over and patted Li Moyu on the shoulder, startling Li Moyu so much that she fell to the ground with a thud.

What are you looking at?

Su Ping reached out and pulled her up. Li Moyu patted her frightened chest and glanced at her with lingering fear.

After looking around, he leaned closer and whispered something.

"I think I just heard this stone statue speak."

Su Ping looked at her, then at the toad on the ground.

The conclusion drawn is: "You've been watching too much 'Liu Hai Chopping Wood' movies, haven't you?"

Seeing that she didn't believe her, Li Moyu didn't know how to explain it to her.

After all, this matter is indeed a bit unbelievable.

"You must have misheard. It's getting dark, let's hurry down the mountain."

Su Ping glanced at the time; it was already 5:30 PM.

By the time the two of them came down the mountain, it was almost dark.

We found a farmhouse at the foot of the mountain, planning to eat something quick and then head back.

Su Ping stroked the folded talisman in her hand, feeling that the old man's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.

"Pingping?"

Li Moyu had already put the matter of the talking toad out of her mind, and her attention was now completely drawn to the waiter in a long robe at the entrance of the private room.

Su Ping looked up when she heard the sound and found Li Moyu looking at her with a worried expression.

"Pingping, what are you thinking about? You've been distracted ever since we came back from the mountain."

The handsome guy stopped looking at the talisman and kept staring at it.

Su Ping shook her head and put the talisman into her bag, hoping that she was just overthinking it.

When the dishes were served, the male waiter glanced at Su Ping several times, but Su Ping didn't even look up and didn't see the disappointment in his eyes.

Li Mo, standing to the side, was seething with anger.

This guy has a good-looking face, how come he has such bad eyesight!

Even though she's such a beautiful woman sitting right here, why can't he only see Pingping?

On the other side, Tu Hengchuan had just come down from the apartment and was about to put the gifts in his hand into the back seat when the car next to him suddenly opened its door.

Tu Hengchuan turned his head and saw that it was Sister Yu.

He subconsciously hid what he was carrying behind his back.

Seeing this, Sister Yu was even more certain of her thoughts. She walked up to him with a serious expression and asked him.

"Hengchuan, where are you planning to go?"

Tu Hengchuan's eyes darted away: "I'm going to see a friend."

"A friend who teaches you sorcery?"

Tu Hengchuan looked at Sister Yu in disbelief. How did she know?

Sister Yu looked at him with disappointment. She had seen him finally cheer up these past two days, but she never expected that he was trying to satisfy his own desires through some evil tricks.

"Hengchuan, stop being so stubborn, she's already dead."

These words made Tu Hengchuan's eyes redden, and he gripped the bag in his hand tightly.

"No, she's not dead! The master said there's a way to bring her soul back so she can stay with me forever!"

Seeing his crazed expression, Sister Yu snatched the bag from his hand and threw it on the ground.

"This kind of thing has always been a taboo in the industry. Your career is going very well right now. Have you thought about what the consequences would be if you were to suffer a backlash?"

The forces that had been supporting Tu Hengchuan these past few days had completely collapsed, and he felt his mind was in a mess.

He just wants to be with Pingping forever, what's wrong with that?

"Then tell me, what should I do?"

He was at his wit's end, and he would try anything, no matter how slim the chances were.

"She's dead, don't get hung up on it."

"I've already got you a role in a movie. You'll start filming at the end of the month. Take these few days to get yourself in the right mindset."

Sister Yu felt a pang of heartache seeing him like this. After all, he was an artist she had mentored, and she couldn't bear to watch him degenerate like this.