In her past life, she drew the worst possible fortune here.
Xin Jiuwei lifted her skirt, and her footsteps were almost silent.
She didn't recognize the Buddha statues enshrined in the Great Compassion Hall; she only felt that their appearances were dignified and did not resemble the compassionate Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering.
If the Bodhisattva could truly save lives, she wouldn't have suffered such a tragic death in her past life.
Xin Jiuwei chuckled self-deprecatingly and picked up the divination sticks from the incense table.
"You've come to the wrong place; we do not offer fortune-telling here."
The calm voice was like a thunderclap, making Xin Jiuwei realize that there was a second person in the Great Compassion Pavilion.
The Buddha statue was enormous, and she was preoccupied with her own thoughts when she entered, so she didn't notice her surroundings.
She couldn't see the speaker, but the voice sounded very familiar.
Xin Jiuwei forced herself to calm down and asked:
"Since there's a fortune-telling container in the hall, why can't we draw lots? Does the Bodhisattva also enjoy doing such useless things?"
After a long silence, Xin Jiuwei, receiving no response, stubbornly shook the divination tube.
A person who was in a meditative state suddenly spoke up at this moment.
"Having just committed an unjust act, it is difficult to obtain a good fortune."
Her voice was calm, but Xin Jiuwei's hand suddenly trembled, and a fortune stick unexpectedly fell out of the container.
Ignoring the sudden increase in her heart rate caused by those words, she quickly replied, "I don't understand."
The man stopped talking, probably thinking she was being unreasonable.
Xin Jiuwei figured out that the other party might have seen what she had just done.
But that's not important. Even if it's discovered that she let the horse go, at worst she'll just be acting willful and lose some money. These are minor issues for Xin Jiuwei.
What she cares about is this person—
Xin Jiuwei looked up at the closed-eyed Buddha statue again, and memories, like a storm, flashed through her mind.
She suddenly became nervous and reached out to pick up the stick.
"It fell out on its own; it was truly the will of Heaven."
She raised her voice, standing up while holding the wooden divination stick, "Master, can you interpret this divination?"
After a moment of silence, the person said, "I don't understand."
It seemed like he was simply too lazy to pay attention to her.
Xin Jiuwei slowly walked over there. "Buddha saves all sentient beings. Lingyan Temple is so revered by the people of Yingzhou, yet the holy monk is unwilling to even interpret the divination slips. He is really stingy."
Having said that, she deliberately disregarded etiquette and reached out to lift a corner of the curtain in front of her.
jingle--
It was the wind that blew the bronze bells inside the hall.
The two people, one standing and one sitting.
Xin Jiuwei lowered her head and met a pair of dark eyes that showed no emotion.
Her heart started racing again, and her hand gripping the wooden skewer tightened unconsciously. She could only try her best to keep her voice calm.
"Master Jueming, please interpret my fortune slip."
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