Chapter 48 Hanshan Temple
As exam week approached, Kan Zhao thought that Lin Qingxu probably didn't have time to deal with boys like Qu.
His legs slowly turned around.
Fang Yun also visited Kan Zhao several times during his recovery, and she felt something was wrong no matter how she thought about it.
Speaking of which, Kan Zhao has fought more than he ate since he was a child. How come he fell like this while playing basketball and it took him so long to recover.
Ever since her prayers had finally gotten Kan Zhao admitted to university, Ms. Fang still harbored a certain amount of superstition. Thinking about it, she realized it was because she had gone to Hanshan Temple and not returned to fulfill her vow.
After the final exams, they had a holiday. As soon as Kan Zhao and the others returned, Fang Yun woke Kan Zhao up early the next morning and drove to Qinchuan.
Kan Zhao was not very willing to go.
After leaving Hanshan Temple, he remained lonely for three years. This was the experience of countless people, and he didn't want to be the denominator again.
His college entrance examination scores were earned point by point through his hard work. As for metaphysics, it was just as he told his father, that there was smoke coming out of the Kan family's house, and his ancestors must have begged for it in the underworld.
He really had never heard that Hanshan Temple could help one get a place on the imperial examination, but Fang Yun had a strong belief in it.
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"With so many people kneeling and making wishes every year, the Buddha and Bodhisattva are so busy that they don't have so much time to be angry with me." Kan Zhao leaned on the co-pilot seat, closed his eyes and rested, saying lazily.
As expected, Fang Yun punched him in the face: "Don't talk nonsense. You and this temple have a connection. I came here to pray for you during your high school entrance exams and college entrance exams. Didn't you pass?"
Kan Zhao wanted to say something but stopped himself.
There was no traffic jam on the highway, just a slight delay at the traffic light, but the journey was smooth.
It was only early morning, but the ancient temple was already crowded with people.
Sandalwood mixed with morning mist lingered in the air, and occasionally the sound of ancient bells could be heard.
Most people have things they desire but cannot obtain, and they may kneel on a cushion or bend over in prayer, hiding many unspoken obsessions.
Kan Zhao stood by with a frown on his face, choking on the thick smoke.
Fang Yun came back after buying incense and signaled him to take it quickly with her eyes.
Kan Zhao was unwilling.
"I've been a widow for three years. It's hard to find a partner. I've already graduated from high school and I still don't have a partner."
Fang Yun ignored him and threw the incense into Kan Zhao's hands. "Your mother created you like this, and you're still worried about not being able to find a girlfriend?"
"I don't want anyone else."
Fang Yun ignored what he was muttering with a frown on his face, patted his shoulder and told him to go quickly.
Kan Zhao sighed, lit a few incense sticks on the stove, and bowed to the Buddhas on all four sides.
He thought it was pointless, but could not resist Ms. Fang's superstitious and insistent demands, so he accompanied her around. In the end, he found that the vegetarian noodles there tasted quite good.
Passing by the place where the two immortals of harmony and unity resided, Fang Yun said, "This temple is the best for marriage. If you're not worried about not having a girlfriend, why don't you come here to pray?"
"Then why are you here to ask me for the college entrance examination?"
Fang Yun smiled a little unnaturally. It was just on her way at that time.
Who knew it was so effective? Kan Zhao's scores kept jumping up and down, and they really jumped up.
She patted Kan Zhao's arm and told him to go quickly.
Kan Zhao is a pure materialist.
I think those who believe in Feng Shui, pray to gods and Buddhas, and burn incense to make wishes are simply weird.
It is better to rely on others than on God, and it is better to rely on yourself than on others.
With a "tsk" sound, Kan Zhao finally bowed twice under the pressure of Fang Yun.
They were almost done shopping, and before they finished, Fang Yun went into the restroom. She threw her bag and other things to Kan Zhao and asked him to wait outside.
Hanshan Temple is a famous check-in attraction in Qinchuan. It was a sunny day and there were endless tourists coming and going.
The toilet was close to the exit and the door was not very big, so Kan Zhao standing there seemed very obstructive.
After sending a message to Fang Yun, he went out of the temple and waited.
There were a few small stalls along the passage, fortune-telling stalls. They were the most popular among those who came to worship Buddha, and business was especially brisk, with crowds of people standing around. One stall looked particularly bleak.
Seeing that the stall was empty, Kan Zhao went to wait for Fang Yun there. Occasionally, someone would pass by and curiously try their fortune told, then leave with a gloomy look on their face after hearing the price.
"How much is the fortune telling?"
"twenty."
It didn't sound expensive, so the tourists asked for a fortune-teller.
Kan Zhao lowered his head to look at his phone.
Near noon, messages started to arrive in the group of four.
Call me handsome: [The jet lag is finally reversed. Damn, I'm starving. Can you come out and eat with me?]
Call me handsome: [@HZ @LQX @颜颜不吃盐]
Qiao Yang just returned to China a few days ago. As soon as he arrived in Yicheng, he called Kan Zhao and others to go to the restaurant they used to go to for some revenge spending.
While eating, he complained about how bad the food in the UK was.
The pork smells like it's been soaked in urine and fermented for days, and the chicken, when cooked, has the texture of playdough. Even if I go to a Chinese restaurant every day, the food there tastes so-so, nothing like what I'd get back home. Every night, I dream of being back home, feasting, and waking up from choking on my saliva.
Qiao Yang started repeating these words as soon as he went abroad, and has said them no less than a hundred times so far.
Ruan Yanyan got tired of hearing this too much. [Sweet at first, bitter later. It's your fault for not learning anything in the first place.]
Qiao Yang replied: [Who knew Kan Zhao would be so disloyal? I initially decided to go this route because he was going abroad. If he had told me earlier, I wouldn't have gone.]
Yanyan doesn't eat salt: [Hehe.] I haven't seen him start learning it in his second year of high school.
Call me handsome: [@HZ why don't you reply me? ]
Kan Zhao ignored him and switched the interface to return to the chat box with Lin Qingxu.
HZ: [Are you awake?]
LXQ: [Yeah.]
Kan Zhao made a voice call directly.
After two seconds of ringing, the other party picked up. Lin Qingxu's voice was soft and drowsy, just waking up, and she called out "Kan Zhao".
"Just woke up?"
"Yeah." Lin Qingxu's voice was muffled, probably with his face buried in the quilt. "Qiao Yang just called and asked me to take him to Fu Ji for dinner."
Lin Qingxu is a black card member of Youfu Ji.
After their last visit to Fu Ji, Qiao Yang couldn't forget it. It just so happened that members could only order dishes that others couldn't, so Lin Qingxu became the first person Qiao Yang exploited after returning to China.
Hearing the noisy voices around Kan Zhao, Lin Qingxu slowly reacted, "You're not at home?"
"My mother and I are not here. We are in Qinchuan."
"Qin Chuan, it's so far."
"I'll probably be back this afternoon. Is there anything you want to eat? I'll go get it."
Although it was a neighboring city, Lin Qingxu rarely went there. The only thing he could recall was probably, "Su Ji's crab shell yellow, ask for the sesame filling. If there's a place selling plum blossom cakes nearby, I could take some..." His voice still revealed the sleepiness that had not yet awakened.
After the person on the other end hung up the phone, the customer at the fortune-telling stall next door left cursing.
It's not that it's inaccurate, but the old fortune teller was asking for too much. After reading the divination sticks, he said he needed to buy some magical instruments later, and when I asked, the price was 9999.
The customer yelled, "Why don't you just go and grab it?!"
In the end, the fortune teller only made twenty dollars with tears in his eyes, and the people passing by the stall didn't even turn their heads.
The old man tidied up the things on the table, and looked around aimlessly with his head tilted, looking quite bored.
Noticing Kan Zhao standing not far from him, he rolled his eyes and said, "Sir, would you like to have your fortune told?"
Kan Zhao didn't believe in any of this, and he had just watched the whole farce, so he had no interest in it at all.
"Meeting is fate, this divination is free."
Seeing that Kan Zhao ignored him, the old man was not discouraged. He counted with his fingers and said, "I see that the donor is surrounded by purple energy, has a full forehead, and a round chin. He must be a dragon among men, and he is invaluable."
It was an old trick, but Kan Zhao remained unmoved.
He looked at the time. It was almost ten minutes and Fang Yun still hadn't come out.
The old man changed the subject and said, "It's just that your marriage palace is a little dark, with a hint of obstruction, and there are chaotic lines invading. I think your love life has been a bit bumpy recently." After saying that, he didn't say anything more, drank two sips of wolfberry tea, and looked quite immortal.
It seems that what the old man said is somewhat true.
Since Fang Yun hadn't come out yet, Kan Zhao went to the stall to kill time.
Looking at the stalls offering everything from fortune-telling, divination, feng shui, and warding off evil spirits, with a wide range of props, I wonder, "Can they be trusted?"
"Ten times the price if it's fake." The old man pulled out his business license from his cloth bag. "Officially certified!"
"Do fortune tellers need business licenses these days?" Kan Zhao glanced at him. "The fonts aren't even the same."
The fortune teller quickly snatched it back and said, "Monks don't tell lies!"
Fortune tellers have all become Buddhists.
The three big words "unreliable" are printed on this old man's face.
Kan Zhao stopped teasing him, said "hmm", shook the sticks, and one fell out.
——Marriage is determined by the laws of nature. If you are destined to be together, why should you fear the world?
——If people know that what is going on is in accordance with the laws of nature, why would they bother asking the gods?
The phone vibrated and Fang Yun sent a message asking where Kan Zhao was.
Kan Zhao looked up and saw his mother looking around in the crowd.
Although the fortune teller said he didn't charge for reading about fate, Kan Zhao still scanned the price and paid twenty yuan.
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In response to Kan Zhao's request, Fang Yun finally drove to a famous snack street in Qinchuan for dinner.
There were mostly noodle restaurants nearby, but after having them that morning, I was tired of them. So I chose a home-style restaurant that had good online reviews.
Kan Zhao lowered his head to look at his phone.
Fang Yun thought he was ordering food, but in fact he was swiping the message notification that the fortune teller had accepted his friend request.
Just before leaving, the fortune teller stopped Kan Zhao and said he'd predicted a bumpy road ahead for his love life, so he added him as a friend as a precaution. Opportunity waits for no one, and this is the only chance for love to strike. If you miss it, it'll be too late to find help.
Kan Zhao really felt that he was possessed by an evil spirit at that time, and his cerebellum was not working with his brain, and it really happened.
Even the fortune-teller's profile picture has the air of a pure liar, with a bright yellow background and the two words "fortune-telling" printed on it. The posts he makes on his Moments all have a micro-business feel.
Kan Zhao paused on the delete key for two seconds and then turned off the screen.
Fang Yun ordered a few dishes, then swiped the tablet screen to see only the ones she had ordered. "Nothing you want to eat?"
"It's all fine. Take your pick." Kan Zhao put away his phone, stood up and left, "I'm going out to buy something."
The Su Ji that Lin Qingxu wanted to eat at was right in this snack street. He forgot the exact location, but it was probably just to keep walking forward.
The street sells everything: Qinhuai specialties, qipao, sweet soup. Su Ji is always busy, with a long line. I bought some plum blossom cakes and, retracing my steps, came across the Chinese Herbal Medicine Sachet Shop.
Lin Qingxu sucks mosquitoes in the summer. Although he has a lot of insect repellent bracelets at home, he can never have too many of these things.
"40 for one, 75 for two, and 110 for three." The boss pounded the Chinese medicine with a wooden pestle and quoted a price.
Kan Zhao bought a few and chose sachets knitted with cream-colored and blue thread to pack them in.
Go out.
People were coming and going outside.
I want to go back early.
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