Whenever these men and women finished doing all this, they would put some silver into the box in front of them.

At this moment, Liu Jinghong explained to Jing Zhe again.

"This temple is called Fuyuan Temple, which means that as long as people are blessed and destined, they can pray for their blessings to come true when they come here."

He then pointed to the bamboo slips and boxes in front of him and said again, "As long as you are sincere, you can write your wish on the bamboo slips, put it in the lucky bag, and then throw it onto the tree. If the lucky bag hangs on the tree, it means that your wish can come true!"

As Liu Jinghong spoke, her eyes shone, and she looked eager to try.

But Jing Zhe didn't take it seriously and said with a sneer, "Fifth Sister, do we have to put money into that cardboard box every time we make a wish?"

"Of course, temples also need donations!"

Jing Zhe recalled that when he entered the temple, there were many incense vendors outside the gate. Many people had bought incense there before entering the temple, and the incense vendors were the monks of the temple!

Curious, he asked, "Aren't there high monks selling incense and candles outside? Most people who want to pray for blessings buy them. Why do we have to pay for incense here?"

"..."

Liu Jinghong was taken aback for a moment and said, "These are the rules set by the high monk, so don't talk nonsense!"

Then, looking eager to try it out, they said, "Let's give it a shot!"

As a modern person who had traveled from the modern world, Jing Zhe could easily guess that these were all tricks used by fake monks to make money. However, seeing Liu Jinghong's interested expression, he did not expose them.

Sometimes, faith is just a form of psychological support.

Living too clearly can be exhausting.

"Zhe'er, let's go ask for one too!"

"Alright, what does Fifth Sister want to ask for?"

Jing Zhe asked with a smile, "Since we've accompanied Liu Jinghong out today, and we might both return to Jingzhou in the future, we may never have the chance to experience this kind of leisurely stroll in Liangzhou again. So, Jing Zhe plans to grant her any requests she makes, trying to leave her with a beautiful memory of her final days in Liangzhou."

"Me..."

"Sweetie, slow down..."

Just then, the two heard a hurried shout. They turned around and saw a young couple chasing after a child, shouting as they went.

The little girl was about two or three years old, babbling and with chubby pink cheeks that made you want to pinch her cheeks.

Perhaps because she hadn't been out much, she seemed particularly excited when she arrived at the temple. She probably started running around without restraint as soon as her parents put her down.

The couple caught up with the baby girl, picked her up, and chanted something to her. The baby girl not only ignored them but also started clamoring to get down, causing some commotion in the temple.

However, the young men and women present did not blame them. Instead, they all looked at the couple and the child. Perhaps because they would all become parents in the near future, their gazes toward the little girl were even gentler.

Jing Zhe originally thought that the Fuyuan Temple was for praying for marriage blessings, but now it seems that it is not. Or perhaps, as long as there is something to care about and believe in, the prayer will always come true.

After watching for a while, Liu Jinghong pulled him and said, "Zhe'er, let's make a wish too!"

"Fifth Sister, grant my wish. Your wish is my wish. If you grant my wish, then I will grant my wish too."

Jing Zhe smiled.

"Hmm~"

Liu Jinghong did not insist, but gave a soft, agreeing reply.

So Liu Jinghong stepped forward, and when no one was around, he picked up a bamboo slip and began to write.

Jing Zhe quickly leaned over, wanting to take a look.

Unexpectedly, Liu Jinghong deliberately hid the bamboo slip behind her back, not wanting him to see it at all.

"Don't look."

"Look!"

Jing Zhe asked curiously.

"Didn't you say my wish is your wish? Don't you know your own wish?"

Liu Jinghong blinked, using his words to shut him up.

"Um... okay..."

Jing Zhe stepped back, while Liu Jinghong very devoutly wrote her wish on a bamboo slip, stroke by stroke, and then put it into a lucky bag.

"Fifth Sister, let me throw it away for you!"

"We've arrived under the pine tree," Jing Zhe said.

"good."

The two people's wishes, one written down and the other thrown up, were quite fitting. There were other people around throwing lucky bags up as well, but because the pine tree was so tall, it wasn't easy.

Every time a lucky bag is dropped, it elicits a sigh of disappointment.

Seeing this, Jing Zhe channeled his inner energy, holding the lucky bag and hanging it directly on the tree. Liu Jinghong knew what was going on, but a faint smile remained on her face, as if what was hanging on the tree with the lucky bag was more than just a wish…

...

After leaving Fuyuan Temple, the street scenes on both sides no longer held much appeal for the two of them.

The two walked back in perfect unison, without saying a word, or perhaps both were thinking about what to do when they got home.

The night is long, and I can't sleep.

Will I sleep alone again tonight?

Once inside the mansion, Liu Jinghong shifted her body and said, "Alright, can you move your hand now?"

Since leaving the house, Jing Zhe's hands have been acting strangely. Because she was outside, she couldn't get angry—or perhaps she tacitly approved of it and never stopped her.

Now that he's home, we can't let him run wild anymore.

"Oh, okay."

So, Jing Zhe obediently moved his hand away.

Liu Jinghong sighed helplessly: "Did I tell you to move it like this?"

"Then how should we move it?"

Jing Zhe feigned madness, and Liu Jinghong's face instantly turned red.

"lecher!"

Liu Jinghong spat and then slapped his hand away hard.

As a man, Jing Zhe knew when to take the initiative to achieve twice the result with half the effort.

So he reached out and used the same "wall slam" technique as before to pin Liu Jinghong against the wall.

"Bad guy!"

Jing Zhe smiled and said, "Then I'll show Fifth Sister just how bad a bad person should be."

Liu Jinghong hadn't expected that Jing Zhe would be so bold in the courtyard, even though no one else was around.

Her mouth was agape, clearly still reeling from the shock.

(When you see a sentence without punctuation, you should be able to guess what happened...)

"pain…"

He cried out in pain, and Jing Zhe immediately changed his strategy.

Liu Jinghong was no match for him in the end, and she felt very uncomfortable after being shamelessly flirted with by Jing Zhe.

"You bad guy!"

She cursed, and with her last bit of strength, shook off Jing Zhe's arm and walked into the house.

Jing Zhe watched her retreating figure, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Goodnight, Fifth Sister!"

"..."

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