"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." Lou Jinchuan wrung out the handkerchief and handed it to him considerately.
Yan Xi caught it, wiped it, and when she was about to wash the handkerchief clean, she vaguely saw a red spot on her neck in the water and couldn't help but touch it.
Lou Jinchuan glanced at his movements, lowered his eyes, and sweat broke out on his palms.
"Strange, why did it suddenly turn red?" Yan Xi bent down to take a closer look, and felt more and more that it looked like someone had sucked hard on his neck.
He is not a fool now, there is no way he can't tell the difference between a mosquito bite and a kiss.
Yan Xi saw Lou Jinchuan's reflection in the water and slowly looked up at him.
The young man looked him in the eye without fear, even smiling a bit, not showing any guilt at all. "Brother, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh, it's okay." Yan Xi was a little confused. Maybe he was overthinking it.
The young man put aside his doubts, got dressed and went out to eat.
Lou Jinchuan's heart, which had been in the air, finally settled down a little.
If you want to relax, you have to take action.
Lou Jinchuan ordered Wang Xiaoer and the others to stay at home to look after the house, and he took Yan Xi to the nearby Taohua Mountain.
There is a century-old temple on Taohua Mountain. It existed before the world was unified.
There is a constant stream of people coming to burn incense.
Even the current queen would occasionally come here to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures.
But the main attraction of this temple is an 800-year-old peach tree.
At first, there was a 27-year-old unmarried woman who cried under this tree about her pain of being unmarried. The next day, the woman met her ideal husband.
When people heard about the woman's story, they thought it was the manifestation of the peach tree fairy. As a result, people came to her one after another to ask for marriage. Unexpectedly, those people all met their loved ones soon after.
From then on, this peach tree was worshipped and became a marriage tree. The tree was hung with letters praying for marriage, which was very spectacular.
Yan Xi also knew about this and even went to ask for help secretly.
But it's of no use.
So, this is just a gimmick of the temple, just like the promotion of modern tourist attractions, it should not be taken seriously.
The two of them climbed up the mountain and came to the temple. Yan Xi and Lou Jinchuan both donated some incense money.
Perhaps because they had donated a lot, an old monk with a white beard stepped forward, blocking their path. He said, "Amitabha," and said, "Please stay, donors."
Yan Xi nodded politely, "Master, do you have anything to say to me?"
The old monk turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, glanced at Lou Jinchuan beside him, and said lightly: "The two donors have one calamity in their lives, and only one can survive."
Upon hearing this, Yan Xi and Lou Jinchuan were both stunned.
Yan Xi was stunned for only a second before returning to normal.
This is easy to understand. If he wants to be the male lead, he must remove Lou Jinchuan from the position of male lead.
He was just very curious that the old monk could actually explain something.
Or is it just nonsense, a coincidence?
Lou Jinchuan also didn't believe it. Buddhism and Taoism in the world are just for soothing people's hearts. There is no such thing as mysterious things.
But the old monk's words still made him feel a little uneasy, but he didn't dare to ask in front of Yan Xi.
The old monk was very insightful and naturally saw what the two people were thinking. He smiled calmly, stepped aside to make way, and said nothing more.
Seeing this, the two of them nodded slightly, said thank you, and left slowly.
Lou Jinchuan wanted to go see the peach tree, so Yan Xi agreed with him.
The male protagonist is fourteen years old, so it is normal for him to want to find a marriage partner.
However, halfway through the journey, Lou Jinchuan suddenly stopped and said, "Brother, I think I left something next to the futon. You go first, I'll come later."
Yan Xi nodded, "Okay, go ahead."
The old monk seemed to know that he was coming back, and remained where he was.
Seeing him come back, he smiled faintly, "Amitabha, benefactor, do you want to know the meaning behind what I just said?"
Lou Jinchuan stared at him closely, "Yes."
The old monk shook his head and said, "Forgive me for not being able to tell you anything, but I have eight words to say to you."
Lou Jinchuan concentrated, "Master, please speak."
“Let it be, don’t force it.”
After these words came out, Lou Jinchuan's expression turned slightly cold, "What if I don't?"
The old monk said, "Everything is determined by fate. Forcing it is useless."
"Fate?" The young man sneered and looked at him expressionlessly, "I never believe in fate. I only believe in myself."
He will never give up easily on the person he has chosen, and he is never a generous person.
The old monk looked at the darkness in his eyes, raised his hand and said "Amitabha" again.
"In that case, the donor can just follow his wishes. It's just that the process will be bumpy, but if you persevere, you will get the result you want."
"In that case, thank you, Master." Lou Jinchuan bowed and hurried to the agreed place with mixed feelings.
There are many devout believers under the peach tree, and the incense is constantly burning.
Yan Xi stood aside and watched, a little eccentric.
The human skin mask on his face made him look handsome, and his graceful figure attracted the shy glances of the women who came to establish a marriage relationship with him.
A blue-dressed woman who had stared at him several times and was reluctant to leave blushed. She mustered up the courage to step forward and asked delicately, "Is this young man married?"
Facing the woman's sudden approach, Yan Xi was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what she meant and took two steps back with some resistance, "Um, I didn't..."
"Excuse me, young lady, but he already has a sweetheart."
When an extremely familiar face came into view, Yan Xi's body trembled slightly, his pupils shrank slightly, and he stood there stupidly, staring blankly at the man who was speaking.
The other person seemed to sense his mood change, and was slightly startled when she met those beautiful eyes.
The two handsome men looked at each other intently.
A breeze blew by, the bells on the peach trees jingled, and the petals fluttered in the air.
In an instant, a beautiful picture is formed.
Lou Jinchuan had just arrived and saw this scene.
Yan Xi was looking at a handsome man with affection, tears in her eyes. That look was filled with excitement, nostalgia, and emotions that could not be expressed in words.
Lou Jinchuan suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He looked at the strange man, and the panic in his heart suddenly intensified.
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