Hearing this, Jing Aotian finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that An Tingyu would tell him and she would leave with him.
"Let's go!" An Tingyu said suddenly.
"Where are you going?"
"Of course we're going to the temple fair, it's New Year's Day. But what's the point of going to the temple fair?" After saying that, An Tingyu had already reached out and pulled him, and walked out with a smile on her face.
Later, Jing Aotian curled his lips, tightly holding the little hand, with a smile in his eyes.
They went to the nearby Queen Mother Temple, which was a new temple built by the Queen Mother because of An Tingyu's safety. The Queen Mother Temple was built halfway up the mountain. The steps were made of stone and climbed all the way to the Queen Mother Temple. There were golden glazed tiles and a magnificent carriage. The Queen Mother looked down on the world in the carriage with a kind smile on her face.
Although the Queen Mother Temple was built not long ago, it is very popular. There are even many people queuing up to burn incense. In front of the Queen Mother Temple is a large flat area where some small vendors sell lanterns, couplets, snacks and so on. It looks very prosperous and lively at a glance.
"Hey~ Isn't that Miss An?" Someone exclaimed, and immediately everyone's eyes turned to An Tingyu and Jing Aotian.
"Miss An and Prince Jing are holding hands! Are they in that kind of relationship?" someone asked again in confusion.
"I also heard that the young master was born in Prince Jing's mansion. Could it be that Prince Jing is the father of the child?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent, but their eyes were all looking at An Tingyu and Jing Aotian, as if they were guessing the possibility of that sentence.
An Tingyu slowly raised her lips and said to Jing Aotian in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "It seems that the version has been upgraded again. Have you really thought it through? When you are with me, this kind of situation may happen at any time."
"Why not risk my life to accompany my wife?" Jing Aotian winked at her mischievously and replied meaningfully.
"Then please come in!" An Tingyu made a gesture of invitation. Jing Aotian smiled slightly and walked towards the incense burner with her.
As they stepped onto the stairs, the people who were originally queuing to burn incense immediately moved to the sides. An Tingyu and Jing Aotian walked to the Queen Mother unimpeded, took the incense, burned it, and worshiped, all in one go.
"How about a gift from a lady?" At this time, a Taoist monk with an immortal look walked towards them.
"My fate is determined by myself, not by God. I never believe in fate." An Tingyu's eyes flashed with a deep feeling, and she said calmly, "Fortune telling? If it's not accurate, it's just a joke, but what if it is accurate?"
She, An Tingyu, is not An Tianyu. If the secret is revealed, she will be asking for trouble. So it is better not to count.
"It's a good saying, 'My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of God.' But the donor's face is like a lotus, and her eyebrows have the aura of Buddha. I just think that the donor has a connection with Buddha."
"Have a connection with Buddha? Master, are you kidding me? My worldly ties are not over yet, and my son is four months old. How could I become a monk?" An Tingyu curled her lips indifferently, wondering if this monk was a charlatan. His nonsense must have a basis, right?
She, An Tingyu, is a new human being in the 21st century. Will she have a connection with Buddha?
What a joke.
"Don't be angry, lady. The Buddha's affinity I'm talking about doesn't necessarily mean a long-term companionship with the green lamp. It could also be that you planted good seeds in your previous life, and only then are you blessed with the Buddha's light in this life. I wonder if this explanation would satisfy you, lady?"
An Tingyu pursed her red lips and said after a moment: "Thank you for your answer, Master."
If you do good deeds in your previous life, can you be blessed by the Buddha’s light in this life?
Maybe!
She, An Tingyu, was originally a dead person, but now she is alive and well in this era. She can't say that this is her own ability. Maybe this monk really saw something! But who knows! She, An Tingyu, is An Tingyu. No matter what era she lives in, she is herself.
"Then, lady donor, please calculate my death! This will also fulfill my long-cherished wish, because today is the last time I will calculate someone's death."
An Tingyu found it funny. "Master, that's your long-cherished wish, not mine. I have no obligation to fulfill it for you. Besides... can't you see that I don't like you? I'm a non-believer, and you're asking me to tell your fortune. How ridiculous!"
Hearing this, the monk sighed, "Ah! It seems that I have forced myself to do this. But it doesn't matter. I will leave this thing to the female donor. We will meet again if fate allows. Let everything be as fate dictates!"
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