He walked straight to the incense table and picked up the marriage certificate between Xie Zhaozhao and Prince Gu.
As if learning to read for the first time, he mumbled and read it once, word by word, and then immediately threw it on the ground.
"Oh no, this isn't a wedding invitation, it's a funeral invitation! I was hoping to have a drink, but I can't drink anymore, I can't drink anymore!"
He actually turned around and was about to leave.
The old lady picked up the two people's birth charts and asked anxiously, "Has the Living Buddha noticed anything amiss?"
"I saw no wedding feast, only rivers of blood, the red gates covered in dust, and graves everywhere."
The old lady was so shocked that she dropped her prayer beads to the ground. She clasped her hands together and pleaded, "Living Buddha, this marriage cannot be arranged?"
"This is terrible! This is terribly bad luck!"
That's extremely unlucky; we definitely can't get married there.
The words of the Living Buddha should not be disbelieved.
"So, the Xie family and the Pingyang Marquis's family can't form a marriage alliance?"
"Others are fine, but these two are not." The mad monk walked out of the Wutong Garden in the blink of an eye.
As soon as I stepped outside, I encountered Xie Zhaozhao walking briskly from the covered walkway.
Xie Zhaozhao bowed to him, her eyes immediately reddening: "Master, it's been a long time!"
Her appearance remains the same, though two lifetimes have passed.
The mad monk paused slightly, chuckled, and muttered incoherently, "Clouds return to clouds, earth returns to earth, isn't that all right! Om Mani Padme Hum..."
They disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Xie Zhaozhao respectfully kowtowed in the direction Master Yuanji had left.
A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.
Her marriage to the heir of the Marquis of Pingyang is now impossible in this lifetime.
Feeling pleased, Xie Zhaozhao walked briskly with a smile on her face towards her grandmother's Wutong Garden.
After passing the hanging flower gate, Xie Zhaozhao paused before walking onto the blue brick path.
In the waterside pavilion and corridor, two people were walking towards her from afar, chatting and admiring the spring scenery of the Xie mansion.
On the left is the elder brother, Xie Yu.
The man on the right wore a purple floral robe with a gold embroidered waist and a dark cloak. He was tall and handsome, with an elegant and upright posture. His eyes were serious and sharp, and his calm demeanor could not hide his noble and refined air.
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