Zhao Qingshan was dumbfounded. What heinous crime had he committed that would send him back to the countryside to farm?

"The marriage is arranged by parents and the matchmaker"—isn't that something from the classics? How can it be wrong to say it in your own home?

No matter how much Zhao Qingshan grumbled and complained in his heart, he also knew the importance of keeping quiet.

After all, Grandma wasn't a very good-tempered person.

In other families, one might receive special treatment simply because they are the eldest son or grandson.

Forget about it in the Zhao family; boys aren't worth much there.

The only use of boys is to do the dirtiest and most tiring work in the house.

Knowing his place in the family, Zhao Qingshan lowered his head and followed behind the three women, trying to minimize his presence and not daring to utter another word.

Baima Temple is the largest temple in Qingyang County, and it is said to have a history of three hundred years.

The abbot of Baima Temple, Master Yunyou, is a legendary old immortal, whose age is said to be unknown.

Many people from other places come here hoping to meet the wandering master.

Those who have the opportunity to meet a wandering master or have their fortune told are undoubtedly of exceptional destiny.

Since he is a legendary old immortal, he is naturally a rare sight.

When Zhao Qingyan was born, the mysterious monk from the Zhao family claimed to be named Yunyou and came from Baima Temple.

The reason why Huang trusted Yunyou's words was not because what he said made much sense.

Instead, after Yunyou finished speaking with Huang, Huang turned around and Yunyou disappeared without a trace.

Therefore, Huang believed that he had met a true deity.

As for whether Yunyou is truly a deity, only Yunyou himself knows.

Now that they had come to Baima Temple, and with the matter of her eldest granddaughter's blind date now settled, Huang thought of that wandering monk.

Huang, who was not very familiar with the temple rules, intercepted a young monk.

"This young master, more than ten years ago, I had the honor of meeting the wandering master."

I brought my granddaughter to offer incense today. I wonder if there will be a chance to see the master again? Please ask the young monk to convey my message.

The young monk looked Huang up and down, puzzled.

"This benefactor doesn't seem to have anything special about him. Has he really only met the abbot?"

But since they've asked to see me, I naturally have to help them convey my request.

"Esteemed benefactor, may I ask your name, and what is it you wish to request?"

Huang's eyes lit up.

"The old woman is from Zhao Family Village in Wufang Town. Her husband's surname is Zhao, and her given name is Huang Xiuhua."

When my granddaughter was born, I met a master once, and what he said back then has come true.

I came specifically to express my gratitude to the master.

A quarter of an hour later, the little monk came out.

"Esteemed benefactor, our abbot invites this young benefactor."

Zhao Qingyan was quite surprised. Looking into the little monk's eyes, she pointed to her face with her index finger, "Me?"

The little monk nodded. Mrs. Huang, standing to the side, was beaming with joy.

"Go quickly, go quickly, the master wants to see you, so go quickly. You can ask the master any questions you may have."

In her past life, Zhao Qingyan was an atheist, but in this life, she has come to believe in metaphysics to some extent, since she herself is an unscientific being.

To find the answer to his question, he eagerly followed the little monk.

Upon seeing the wandering master, Zhao Qingyan was momentarily stunned, and muttered to herself,

"This person has such well-maintained skin, you can't even see their pores."

Are those eyebrows and beard dyed or real? I really want to pluck one out and examine it.

The wandering master, who had his eyes closed, suddenly spoke.

"Young friend, have you seen enough? Would you like this old monk to pluck a hair from my beard for you to examine?"

Zhao Qingyan shuddered.

"Wow, this is really weird. How does he know what I'm thinking?"

The wandering master opened his eyes.

"The little kid from back then has grown up so much. It seems you've truly returned to your former self."

Zhao Qingyan neither spoke nor bowed; she simply stood there staring at Yunyou.

Yunyou sat on a futon, while Zhao Qingyan stood. The old man had to crane his neck to look at Zhao Qingyan and speak to her.

He then gestured for Zhao Qingyan to sit down.

Having never been to a temple in her previous life, Zhao Qingyan had no idea about all the rules.

Instead of kneeling on the prayer mat like ordinary worshippers, he sat cross-legged on it casually.

Fortunately, the clothes she was wearing were all modified versions, so even when she was sitting cross-legged on the futon, there was no risk of her exposing herself.

"Speak up, what do you want to ask?" Zhao Qingyan spoke first.

This left the wandering cloud-traveler stunned.

"Hehe, hehe, young benefactor, you've got it backwards, haven't you?"

Are you sure you have nothing to ask me? If you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another chance.

Zhao Qingyan pouted.

"Do you know who I am? Are you sure I'm a reincarnation and not someone who has taken over someone else's place?"

Yunyou smiled faintly, "Haha, since we're here, let's make the best of it. Why bother with so much?"

Zhao Qingyan frowned.

"What do you mean? Give me a definite answer, or I'll get upset."

After laughing his fill, Yunyou stroked his beard. "You are her, and she is you. You were originally one..."

Zhao Qingyan leaned forward. "Master, do you think I still have a chance to go back?"

Yunyou shook his head, "It's already turned to ashes."

Zhao Qingyan was in despair at this moment.

Yunyou's fingers moved rapidly, then suddenly his eyes lit up.

“Benefactor, please do more good deeds in the future.”

Zhao Qingyan was very dejected. "Why do good deeds? I don't plan to live to be a hundred years old, nor do I plan to cultivate immortality."

After speaking, he looked up at Yunyou, only to see that Yunyou's expression was one of disappointment and frustration.

Zhao Qingyan rubbed her eyes, thinking that she must have seen wrong.

"May you do more good deeds in the future, benefactor! Well done!"

Cloud travel reiterates this point.

"Why?" Zhao Qingyan's stubbornness kicked in.

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed, please return, benefactor."

After Yunyou finished speaking, he closed his eyes and refused to answer any further questions from Zhao Qingyan.

"Alright, Master, I'm going back now. My family runs a snack shop called Zhao's Snack Shop in Wufang Town. If you ever need to come down the mountain to beg for alms, you're welcome to visit my place."

I'll make you a vegetarian meal. It tastes delicious! Now I'm off, okay? No need to see me off!

Zhao Qingyan was acting like a dead pig that wasn't afraid of boiling water; she wasn't afraid of the master using magic to punish her.

He dawdled out of the meditation room and skipped off to find his grandma.

Since Zhao Qingyan transmigrated, despite Huang Shi's insistence that her soul had returned to its rightful place,

However, Zhao Qingyan always believed that she was a usurper and always wanted to build a cenotaph for the original owner.

Today she can finally relax.

The old monk who could see right through her must be no ordinary person; what he said must be true.

"Today is a good day, all my wishes will come true..." Zhao Qingyan sang excitedly.

Little did she know, the moment she stepped out of the meditation room, the wandering monk opened his eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "You brat."

Fortunately, Zhao Qingyan didn't see this scene, otherwise she would have been horrified.