Chapter 140 The Little Queen Whose Wife Was Taken Away by the King (6)

After exchanging greetings with Qingwu and her daughter, the two sides temporarily separated and went to the places they wanted to seek.

So, about an hour later, they met again under the marriage tree.

At this moment, Mrs. Huo and Qingwu's mother have each obtained a lucky bag for their children that symbolizes a happy marriage.

The smoke of incense curled up and the sound of wooden fish echoed rhythmically in the silent space, adding a bit of solemnity and mystery to this world.

Qingwu held the lottery box tightly in her hand, and a hint of nervousness and anticipation appeared on her beautiful face.

She shook the stick tube gently, and with a crisp "click", a thin bamboo stick fell from the tube onto the table.

Qingwu hurriedly bent down to pick up the bamboo stick, and with a nervous mood, slowly walked towards the monk sitting on the cushion.

The monk was wearing a gray monk's robe. Time had carved deep and shallow wrinkles on his face, but it could not hide the wisdom and peace in his eyes.

He took the bamboo stick handed to him by Qingwu, lowered his eyes slightly, and looked at it carefully.

After a moment, the monk raised his head slightly. His face was as calm as water, his eyes were slightly closed, and his hands were clasped together in front of his chest. His movements were slow and solemn.

He spoke slowly, "Donee, this is an excellent sign, implying good times will come after bad times. The many hardships you've experienced in the past have all been tests. In the days ahead, as long as you maintain your original intention, everything will go smoothly and everything you wish for will be as you wish."

The monk's voice was deep and mellow, like the sound of a bell in an ancient temple, echoing slowly in this small Zen room.

Qingwu, who had been standing quietly by and listening, had her eyebrows trembled slightly when she heard the monk's words, but she quickly regained her composure.

However, her mother, standing beside her, could no longer contain her inner joy and quickly asked softly, "Master, does this mean that Xiaowu's marriage will be happy and harmonious, and she will live happily ever after?"

The monk smiled slightly, his eyes full of compassion, and said, "Donor lady, fate is like a long river, sometimes turbulent, sometimes calm. But you must know that sometimes, fate is in your own hands."

Qing Wu nodded thoughtfully, as if she had finally grasped something. She bowed deeply to the monk and said respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance, Master. I will definitely keep it in mind."

Upon seeing this, the monk nodded slightly, then said no more and closed his eyes again.

The entire Zen room suddenly became silent again, with only the occasional clear and melodious bird calls coming from outside the window.

Qingwu's mother frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in her eyes, but when her gaze fell on the fortune stick, the doubts in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a sense of peace of mind and relief.

The fortune stick only showed: 'All your wishes may come true, and you can expect a prosperous road ahead'.

Qingwu smiled lightly. It would be good if it could be fulfilled. It would be good if it could be fulfilled——

Then her plans would all make sense.

However, in stark contrast is Mrs. Huo.

Mrs. Huo drew lots for her son Huo Tingye, but drew the worst lot.

The monk took the fortune stick, paused for a moment, and then glanced thoughtfully at Qingwu who had not yet walked far.

Mrs. Huo was staring at the fortune stick in her hand with a worried look on her face. The monk asked her, "Madam, are you praying for your own offspring?"

Mrs. Huo frowned as she looked at the signature: "That's right."

——'Forcing things will only add to worries, while rowing against the current will only bring suffering.'

The monk smiled slightly, and there seemed to be some deep meaning in his smile.

"Madam, please don't worry too much, even though this sign seems to be a bad omen at the moment. Things in this world often cannot be forced, otherwise it will only cause complications and trouble."

"However, if this person has an unwavering determination, it is not completely impossible to turn danger into safety, and even turn this unfavorable bad fortune into the most auspicious good fortune. However, there will inevitably be some twists and turns along the way."

Mrs. Huo's originally furrowed brows relaxed instantly, she narrowed her eyes slightly and fell into deep thought.

She thought about it and realized that her son's greatest strength was his determination.

Just...forcing?

Mrs. Huo couldn't help but shake her head slightly, wondering if she was thinking too much.

The fortune stick in front of her was for finding a marriage. Based on her understanding of her son, how could he force a marriage?

Thinking of this, Mrs. Huo smiled bitterly helplessly.

She had already planned to personally select a suitable partner for him, and then find an opportunity to tie him up and take him to the wedding scene to get married.

But now, since I have drawn this lot, no matter what, I should thank the monk first.

Mrs. Huo then clasped her hands together and thanked the monk devoutly: "Thank you, Master, for your guidance."

The monk looked at Qingwu and Madam Huo who were walking away, and smiled in an unfathomable way.

A disciple nearby asked him curiously, "Master, you rarely interpret divinations for others on ordinary days. Why did you make an exception today?"

Faced with his disciples' questions, the monk still kept smiling and did not answer.

I didn't expect that today I would encounter such a strange thing - three pieces of fortune telling that are closely related and echo each other.

Before this, in the early morning, when the two female donors had not yet arrived, a man accidentally touched the marriage fortune box.

This man is full of dragon energy, and exudes a powerful aura that looks down on the world and wants to dominate.

The lot that fell out was a bad one.

This result made the eunuchs standing by change their expressions instantly. They were all shocked and frightened, and they didn't even dare to breathe. For a moment, the whole scene became silent and as cold as a cicada.

However, in stark contrast to these frightened eunuchs was the man who drew the lot.

He looked indifferent, as if he didn't care about the result at all.

This time he came to the temple to burn incense and pray, he was just fulfilling his mother's wish.

As for himself, he has always been dismissive of the so-called gods and Buddhas.

He only believes in himself.

Moreover, he believed that he did not need a marriage in this life, and he did not care about the marriage sign.

Even if the monk wanted to step forward to interpret the fortune for him at this moment, Xia Lingxiao raised his hand to stop him without hesitation.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and he showed no curiosity or concern about the fortune.

"Obsession will bring disaster, forcing others to hold on to what you love"?