Chapter 133 He seems familiar.
Meanwhile, on Yan Jue's side...
Yan Jue followed Master An Hua to the eaves of the temple, looking puzzled.
Master Anhua looked the man up and down, then slightly curtsied and said, "Master Anhua greets the Regent."
Yan Jue was slightly startled. He reached out and helped Master An Hua up. "How did you know my identity?"
Master Anhua, however, gave an irrelevant answer: "This benefactor, has anyone ever told you that you have a predestined marriage?"
Yan Jue was even more shocked, "Indeed, someone told me that, and that person was my father."
"This humble monk knows," Master Anhua said with a cheerful smile.
Yan Jue had never believed in Buddhist teachings, but this time, the events that had occurred were related to him and were happening right in front of him, which forced him to believe them.
"Master Anhua, do you know something?"
"Indeed, the reason I called you here is to talk to you about something."
Yan Jue immediately raised his hand in a gesture of respect and said, "Master An Hua, please speak."
Outside Lingwu Temple, the sky was clear and the air was fresh. Only the sound of the breeze rustling through the green leaves could be heard.
Master Anhua looked at the man in front of him with a deep gaze: "Originally, you and your destined marriage would have started when you were young. But for some reason, that marriage was intercepted by someone else, which not only caused you to be lonely all your life, but also caused that marriage to end in depression and a miserable death."
"It's strange, really. The outcome seemed certain, but halfway through, you and your destined partner unexpectedly reversed course and came together again."
“That girl is your destined match. I think the Regent should know this in his heart.”
Hearing Master Anhua's words, Yan Jue felt as if the hot blood flowing through his body had been frozen in an instant, rendering him unable to move.
He stared at Master Anhua in disbelief, his hands trembling as he involuntarily grabbed his shoulders. "Master, is what you're saying true, Master?!"
Master Anhua, seeing the increasingly excited expression on the man's face, nodded in affirmation under Yan Jue's gaze, "Every word I have said is true. However, there will be more hardships for you and the Princess in the future. The reason I came out of seclusion early this time was because I sensed your arrival."
"You two are destined to meet this humble monk, especially the Regent's Consort, who has experienced some extraordinary events in her life!"
Yan Jue was somewhat taken aback. He realized that his actions had been a bit impulsive, but he couldn't care less about that for the moment. He simply looked at Master An Hua and asked, "Master, what will happen to me and her in the future?"
He knew that Master Anwar might not answer his questions, but he still desperately wanted an answer.
Master Anhua also saw the excitement in Yan Jue's eyes. He said calmly, "Success depends on man, but planning depends on Heaven. Isn't the outcome for the two of you the only ones who can decide? Regent, you're confused."
Master Anhua chuckled, then looked at Shen Pingjin, who was scolding Xiaohe not far away, and his expression became somewhat serious. "The Regent's Consort is no ordinary person. This humble monk hopes that she can let go of her inner turmoil as soon as possible. This would be a good thing for both of you!"
"Master Anhua... what do you mean by that?" Yan Jue felt somewhat confused.
"All of this... is for the Regent to experience for himself, isn't it?"
As Master Anhua spoke, he took out his cane, raised his hand and brushed away Yan Jue's hand that was on his shoulder, then slowly walked into the temple.
His voice sounded even more ethereal in the open space, “If the Regent wishes to worship the Mountain God, he should simply take the Regent’s Consort into the Lingwu Temple!”
With that, Master Anhua disappeared from Yan Jue's sight and walked into the Lingwu Temple alone.
Yan Jue watched as Master Anhua entered the Temple of Marriage from behind, "This master..."
Shen Pingjin was still outwitting the little river, grabbing his ear and letting his hands flail wildly in the air.
Xiaohe watched as her master entered the temple of the goddess of marriage not far away, and kept calling out, "Master, Master... don't go in yet, Master! Your disciple has been controlled by a bad woman! Please come and save your disciple!"
How could Master Anhua hear her? Xiaohe seemed to realize that her cries for help were useless. Her eyes instantly reddened, and tears fell like little beans.
"Stop crying, it's annoying!" Shen Pingjin said in a fierce tone, her brows furrowed.
She used to like children, but now when she hears a child crying, she just thinks, "This little brat is so annoying!"
If she has children in the future, she definitely doesn't want to have such a troublesome child!
"Waaaaah, you stinky woman, you're still yelling at me! Mother was right, there are still more bad people in the world."
Little River's tears kept falling, just like those of the scheming Lu Qingjia.
Yan Jue walked over at this moment and was stunned when he saw Shen Pingjin grabbing Xiao He by the back of the neck.
"What's wrong?" Yan Jue frowned.
When Xiaohe saw Yan Jue, it was as if she had seen a savior. She cried out to Yan Jue in a pitiful, childish voice, "Brother, save me! You and I are both men, you can't just stand by and watch me die!"
His ears hurt so badly, sob sob sob.
Yan Jue was taken aback, and wanted to say something. But when he saw the look in Shen Pingjin's eyes that seemed to want to kill him, he immediately cowered.
He gave Xiaohe a helpless look, then walked to Chen Pingjin's side and said softly, "I will take you to the Temple of the God of Marriage. After you have worshipped the Mountain God, it will not be too late to teach this child a lesson."
Shen Pingjin's face scrunched up with anger; she was furious just looking at the child. But then she remembered the purpose of her trip with Yan Jue, and released Xiaohe's neck. "Fine, I'll go with you."
She had climbed up here with great difficulty, so she couldn't waste her time on a child.
Xiaohe's feet finally touched the ground, and he nimbly darted to Yan Jue's side like a little squirrel, keeping a distance from Shen Pingjin.
Hmph, he's going to stay far, far away from that wretched woman!
Shen Pingjin didn't want to argue with a child. She looked at Yan Jue and clenched her fingers tightly between his.
"Yan Jue, let's go."
Yan Jue glanced at Xiao He, and for some reason, he felt that the child looked somewhat familiar.
Could it be that I've seen him before?
But then I thought, this child looks only a few years old and has always lived on Lingwu Mountain, so how could I have seen him before?
"Hmm." Yan Jue responded softly and walked into the Temple of Marriage.
Xiaohe was surprised that Shen Pingjin didn't even look at her, and she immediately became indignant.
But he didn't dare to walk up to Shen Pingjin.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com