When the little monk saw Han Xiao and the others coming, he immediately put his hands together and greeted them.

"Amitabha, Happy New Year, benefactor." The little monk looked very young, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

People with round heads and round faces don’t look cute at all.

Han Mingyuan also quickly bent down: "Thank you, Master, for leading the way."

"It's not a problem. Please follow me."

Han Xiao didn't say anything. He looked at the scenery in the temple curiously.

There are carved beams and painted buildings everywhere. I wonder how such a huge project was built.

Following the little monk all the way to the hall, the little monk was very enthusiastic and introduced the situation of Guoan Temple to Han Mingyuan.

"When you're done with your work, you can go to the backyard and take a look. The plum blossoms there are in full bloom."

Han Mingyuan nodded: "I miss you so much, little master."

The little monk responded with a smile, "Just call me Yuanxin."

"Master Yuanxin!" Han Mingyuan was very concerned.

The little monk, Oh Bu Yuanxin, the little master, became even happier, his steps became lighter, and he almost jumped as he walked.

Han Xiao found it so funny that he laughed out loud accidentally.

Hearing Han Xiao's voice, Master Yuan Xin turned around and looked at Han Xiao.

However, the more he looked at Han Xiao, the tighter his brows furrowed, almost to the point of being knotted.

However, because Han Mingyuan was still there, Master Yuan Xin moved his lips but did not speak.

He had looked at Han Xiao with a very strange look before.

Han Xiao felt uncomfortable when being stared at by Master Yuan Xin. He felt as if those eyes could see through his soul.

Han Xiao avoided Yuan Xin's eyes and lowered his head. Han Mingyuan was completely unaware of the strange atmosphere between the two.

He walked to the main hall, knelt down and began to pray. It was still early and there was no one else in the hall except Han Xiao and Han Mingyuan.

Looking at the solemn and majestic Buddha statue, Han Xiao also knelt down.

Originally, Han Xiao didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but now that he came here, he had to believe in them.

Facing the solemn gods and Buddhas, Han Xiao knelt down devoutly and made a wish.

I wish my family is safe and my parents are healthy.

Second, I wish Ruanruan can give birth to a baby safely.

My third wish is that I can grow old together with Ruanruan and continue our relationship in the next life.

After Han Xiao made his wish and opened his eyes, he suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if something was being peeled off from his body.

After looking at Han Mingyuan, Han Xiao stood up and walked out of the hall. The outside of the hall was already becoming bustling.

The pilgrims coming and going put their hands together and knelt before the Buddha statue with the same utmost piety.

He didn't know why, but Han Xiao felt like he was just a passer-by, without the previous sense of reality.

Just when Han Xiao was dizzy and about to collapse, a slightly cool finger touched Han Xiao's brow.

"Donor, come back!" The vigorous and powerful voice seemed to penetrate time and space and strike the depths of Han Xiao's soul.

Han Xiao felt as if someone had pulled him down from the air, and he felt a sense of weightlessness.

However, after the feeling of weightlessness passed, that sense of nothingness disappeared.

After stabilizing himself, Han Xiao saw that there was an old monk with a thin figure and a kind face standing opposite him.

Young Master Yuan Xin followed behind the old monk, looking at Han Xiao with a worried look on his face.

"Thank you, Master!" Although Han Xiao didn't know what had just happened.

But Han Xiao had a premonition that if he had really lost consciousness just now, he might not be able to come back.

Thinking of this, Han Xiao felt a surge of fear. The cold sweat on his back soaked his underwear, and now his back was sticky.

"It's a small matter. Yuan Xin just came to tell me that he met an otherworldly person. I didn't believe it at first. I never thought it would be true."

The old monk's words hit Han Xiao like a heavy hammer.

Without caring about anything else, Han Xiao immediately became alert and looked at the old monk vigilantly.

How did he know he was...

Seeing Han Xiao so nervous, the old monk waved his hand gently and said lovingly: "Don't worry, young man, I mean no harm. Can you accompany me to the backyard for a cup of tea?"

Feeling that the old monk really had no ill intentions, Han Xiao let down his guard a little. However, the old monk had invited him, and Han Xiao also wanted to know what had happened to him just now.

So Han Xiao bowed and said respectfully, "Of course, Master, I'll be here to talk to you."

The old monk still had that kind look on his face, walking side by side with Han Xiao.

The backyard was just as the young monk Yuanxin had described. The plum blossoms were in full bloom.

Moreover, the plum blossoms here are not ordinary varieties. Even if Han Xiao doesn't know much about flowers, he can see that the plum blossoms here are extraordinary.

Seeing Han Xiao's interest, the old monk smiled and said, "If you like, I'll send someone to move a few trees over for you."

Han Xiao quickly said, "It's okay, Master, you don't have to spend any money. It's just that my husband likes it. When he gives birth, I will bring him to see it."

"I see. It seems you are a man who values ​​love and friendship. Since your husband is pregnant, I'll give this to you. It will help you sleep and relax."

As he spoke, the old monk took off a string of Buddhist beads from his hand. The beads were round and smooth, and you could tell at a glance that they were something the old monk wore all year round.

As expected, when Master Yuan Xin saw that the old monk actually gave his Buddhist beads to Han Xiao, he was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

"Master! Why are you giving this... away?" Young Master Yuan Xin couldn't help but exclaimed.

Seeing Master Yuan Xin’s reaction, Han Xiao, who was still hesitating, immediately took the Buddhist beads.

"Then I'd rather obey than be disrespectful. I really hope that Master will give it to me." Although he is thick-skinned, such good things are hard to come by.

What's more, this was for the young master, so Han Xiao took it without any mercy.

Young Master Yuan Xin looked at Han Xiao fiercely, wanting him to return the Buddhist beads.

Han Xiao pretended not to see it and quickly put it in his arms.

Yuan Xinqi's face turned red with anger, and she wanted to rush forward and snatch it back.

The old monk still had a smiling face and kindly comforted Yuan Xin: "Okay, the Buddhist beads are destined to be with him."

Yuan Xin was not an unreasonable monk, and even if he was angry, he had already sent his master away.

She could only glare at Han Xiao, then lower her head and hide aside to sulk.

Han Xiao felt a little embarrassed now. He touched his nose and said guiltily, "Master, is there anything missing in the temple? I'll personally deliver it tomorrow."

The ancients believed in reciprocity. The old monk gave him a good thing, so Han Xiao couldn't be too stingy and not give a penny.

Hearing what Han Xiao said, Yuan Xin said angrily: "Guo'an Temple is a national temple. Do you think we would lack anything?"

Even when the emperor came, he had to give them 70% face. His master was the abbot of Guoan Temple and the imperial teacher of Jiang State.

Although the imperial preceptor had no real power, every emperor had to obtain the approval of the Guoan Temple before ascending the throne.

After hearing what Master Yuan Xin said, Han Xiao scratched his head. That's true. There is definitely no shortage of money.

So what should I give as a gift?