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Following Qin Mobei's instructions, Nan Qing wrote her and Qin Mobei's names on a red cloth strip.
Then Qin Mobei took the red silk and the pen from her hand, and turned her around so she couldn't see.
After writing it down, they took the marriage thread to the big tree and prepared to throw it up there, just like the others.
The other end of the red ribbon was tied with a small, somewhat heavy knot, so that it could be caught by branches or something after being thrown up a tree.
But for some reason, Qin Mobei threw it three or four times in a row but failed to catch it and it fell down.
"Qin Mobei, forget it, let's throw it lower. It's too high and won't catch it. And look, there aren't any other red ribbons there."
Qin Mobei pressed his thin lips together, and the color in his eyes darkened.
I only made a small wish, so why can't he hang it up?
If this is fate...
Then I'll insist, and see what you can do about it!
Then Qin Mobei gave a wink to the people behind him, signaling them to keep an eye on Nan Qing.
He himself leaped lightly, using his lightness skill to climb the marriage tree, and only stopped at the very top.
Qin Mobei tied the ribbon in his hand into two tight knots, and seeing that the ribbon was tightly wrapped around the treetop, he jumped down with satisfaction.
Ignoring the strange looks and whispers from those around him, he calmly put his arm around Nan Qing's waist and left.
As they turned a corner, Qin Mobei caught a glimpse of the tiny red dot at the very top of the marriage tree, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
look.
And here it is, hanging up now.
A forced relationship may not be sweet.
But so what if I twisted it!
Presiding over the academy.
Nanqing sat cross-legged on the futon in the meditation room.
Watching Qin Mobei play chess with the monk opposite him, who was wearing a red kasaya and had a compassionate look on his face.
The two had been playing chess for almost half an hour, and Nan Qing had gone from being very interested at the beginning to having no interest at all.
All she could think about now was when Qin Mobei would finally finish this game!
Qin Beimo seemed to notice her growing anxiety, so he spoke up:
"Qingqing, if you're bored, go out and play with your little fox."
"Remember to have Wang Fu come along; he'll come find you after your husband finishes this game of chess."
Upon hearing Qin Mobei's words, Nan Qing felt that there had never been a more pleasant sound!
"Then I'm going to go play with the little fox."
"It's okay, take your time, there's no rush."
After saying that, Nanqing ran out of the meditation room without hesitation to find her little fox and Wang Fu.
Qin Mobei withdrew his gaze from Nan Qing's departure.
His slender fingers picked up another black piece and slowly placed it on a weak spot in the white piece.
That concludes the discussion.
White has no chance of survival.
After a long pause, Master Liaowu, who was sitting opposite Qin Mobei, spoke up:
"What you are asking for this time is a demand."
"Let's go back."
Qin Mobei raised his eyes and looked at Master Liaowu opposite him, his eyes filled with endless obsession. He said:
"I insisted on having it from the beginning, and now it's all good, isn't it?"
"What's wrong with me asking for more?"
"Master Liaowu's Buddhist teachings are profound; you only need to tell me what methods you have."
Master Liaowu looked at His Majesty across from him, who was surrounded by purple aura and whose face exuded the supreme dignity of an emperor, and sighed deeply in his heart.
However, even Master Liaowu found it somewhat strange.
He had seen His Majesty's face when His Majesty was still the Crown Prince.
At that time, His Majesty already possessed the countenance of an emperor, was protected by Heaven, and was destined to rule the world; his nobility was beyond description.
However, Your Majesty also has no signs of being destined for marriage; you are destined to be a lonely emperor.
But why is there now an added entanglement with marriage, and why is she so deeply obsessed with this?
"Amitabha"
"My benefactor, everything in this world has its predetermined fate."
Some things are beyond your control; forcing them won't change anything.
"Don't dwell on it, don't complain, don't overthink it."
Upon hearing Master Wu's words, Qin Mobei's face instantly turned extremely gloomy, and his eyes were filled with hostility.
Is forcing it useless?
Qin Mobei held a black chess piece in his hand and asked in a low voice:
"Since the master says it can be done life after life, I cannot force it."
"Master, can you tell if we have a karmic connection in our next life?"
Qin Mobei's eyes were dark and deep as he stared straight at Master Liaowu opposite him.
A hint of anticipation lingered in the depths of his eyes; he hoped to hear some news he longed to hear from Master Liaowu.
Even the slightest...
"well......."
Without any trace of compassion, his eyes, which held pity for all living beings, held a complex depth that was difficult to fathom.
The voice, which was usually as calming and peaceful as heavenly music, uttered words that nearly drove Qin Mobei mad.
"Neither of you is destined for marriage, nor even for a deep friendship; your destinies are completely different."
"This life was already forced upon you by the benefactor."
"What is an afterlife...?"
"Madam's destiny is also extremely noble, beyond the comprehension of a lowly monk like myself."
"Forcing things will only hurt both yourself and others,"
"My benefactor, all things are impermanent, and all is emptiness."
"Amitabha"
Qin Mobei just sat there, without saying a word.
But his eyes were like a deep, unfathomable pool, with a hint of madness within them.
He stared straight at Master Liaowu, and the air seemed to freeze.
A long time passed.
"well"
"One thought of enlightenment, one thought of delusion..."
Having no other choice, Master Liaowu took out a brocade pouch from the side and placed it in front of Qin Mobei.
There are two marriage lines inside.
"You two are not destined to be together. This thread of fate is tied around your left wrists and must not be removed."
Whether or not a chance for marriage can arise is entirely up to fate...
"Amitabha"
After Master Liaowu finished speaking, he closed his eyes and began chanting sutras, rolling the prayer beads in his hands.
Qin Mobei carefully picked up the brocade pouch given to him by Master Wu, opened it and stared at it intently before carefully putting it away in his bosom.
Qin Mobei clasped his hands together and bowed devoutly in the direction of Master Liaowu.
"Thank you, Master."
The back mountain.
Qin Mobei gazed longingly at the small figure chasing and playing with the little fox ahead.
He raised his hand to his chest, perhaps because of the marriage thread given to him by Master Liaowu, which brought him a sense of peace.
My love...
No matter who you are.
Where are you?
You can only be my beloved!
One lifetime isn't enough! I want you to be by my side for all eternity, only me!
But what if there is truly no karmic connection for the next life?
Then I will keep you by my side.
We don't enter that cycle.
Is that alright?
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