Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

Jiangdu has been a tourist destination since ancient times. It is a place where you can escape the heat in summer and the cold in winter. It is a suitable city to settle down.

The folk customs in Jiangdu are lazy and the pace of life is slow, which makes Jiangdu’s spare time life extremely rich.

Jiang Yuan drove into the urban area of ​​Jiangdu, asking passers-by while driving, and after a lot of effort, he arrived at the foot of Qinglian Mountain.

Qinglian Mountain is said to be named after Master Qinglian, an eminent monk of the Ming Dynasty.

Come to think of it, Qinglian Temple should have been built by Master Qinglian.

Today is the weekend, and there are many people visiting Qinglian Mountain.

As soon as Jiang Yuan and the other three stepped onto the steps, they were involuntarily surrounded by the crowd and walked up the mountain.

Wang Fei looked back at Jiang Yuan with excitement on his face, "Jiang Yuan, look at how beautiful the scenery on the mountain is."

Qinglian Mountain is covered with red maples. Looking up at this moment, the entire Qinglian Mountain seems to be covered with a red cloak. When the breeze blows, the rustling sound of maple leaves reaches the ears, making people feel peaceful.

Jiang Yuan took a deep breath and continued walking up.

There are 365 steps to climb Qinglian Mountain, and the steps are about three meters wide, but at this time, they were packed with people.

Jiang Yuan and the other two climbed up the last step, already exhausted and sweating profusely.

This is a platform of several hundred square meters. Behind the platform is a magnificent temple - Qinglian Temple.

Looking in from the gate, you can just see the huge Buddha statue in the main hall.

The face of the Buddha statue was calm, and his eyes seemed to be looking directly at Jiang Yuan.

Seeing Jiang Yuan looking at the Buddha statue in a daze, Wang Fei smiled and said:

"Don't be stunned, let's go in first, and after lighting the incense, we can do some divination."

Ye Zhiqiu was also very happy and walked into the temple gate.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu kneeling down in front of the Buddha statue, they clasped their hands together with pious faces, as if they were making some wish.

Then the two women ran into the next room.

There is a middle-aged monk sitting in the room, who specializes in divination for people. Of course...it's chargeable.

Wang Fei put ten dollars on the table in front of the monk and asked softly:

"Master, I want to test my marriage."

The middle-aged monk looked up at Wang Fei, then at the ten dollars on the table, and couldn't help but smile:

"Donor, please cast a lot."

Wang Fei picked up the lottery tube on the table and shook it carefully. He didn't stop until one fell out.

Taking a closer look, there is this short sentence on it:

“*****,*****”

The monk looked at this sentence and smiled slowly:

"The benefactor's marriage is far away in the horizon, close before our eyes, and may appear at any time."

Wang Fei's face lit up, and he glanced at Jiang Yuan out of the corner of his eye.

Then she saw Jiang Yuan standing at the door, with his hands folded in front of his chest, looking uninterested.

"Hmph, didn't this bastard hear what the eminent monk said? Isn't he curious at all?"

Wang Fei scolded Jiang Yuan in his heart, then looked at Ye Zhiqiu with a smile, "Sister Zhiqiu, come and take a divination test too."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled and nodded, slowly stepped forward, took out ten dollars and put it on the table.

But what she pulled out was a low number.

The monk took a look and said slowly:

"What the donor is testing is life. I'm afraid this life will inevitably be full of twists and turns."

Ye Zhiqiu nodded and thanked him, and walked aside without asking any questions.

The two of them looked at Jiang Yuan at the same time, "Jiang Yuan, do you want to try it?"

Jiang Yuan yawned, shook his head and said:

"Do you still want to test it? If you want to test it, just test it for 100 yuan. If it doesn't work, let's go. Let's seize the time to take a walk and then go back."

Wang Fei suddenly lost his temper and said:

"It's really disappointing. Just give it a try. What nonsense are you talking about? You just want to test your marriage. You must test it!"

Jiang Yuan looked helpless, "What's the point? Marriage will come when it's supposed to happen. What's the difference whether it counts or not?"

There was a hint of surprise in the monk's eyes, "The donor has a very high level of understanding and is destined to be my Buddha."

Jiang Yuan: "..."

"Donor, why don't you let a poor monk help you calculate a hexagram? Don't worry, it's free."

Jiang Yuan shook his head, "You Buddhists emphasize cause and effect. My one-sided understanding is that 'there is no such thing as a free lunch'."

"You can do it for me for free, so let's forget it."

A trace of doubt gradually appeared on the monk's face, "The donor is also a member of the same religion?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head, "I have never been a monk."

"Jiang Yuan, what are you talking about?" Wang Fei directly pulled Jiang Yuan to sit down opposite the monk, and held Jiang Yuan's shoulders.

Then Wang Fei took out a hundred dollar bill and placed it on the table.

"Master, please calculate his marriage destiny."

The monk smiled instantly and said, "Okay."

Jiang Yuan glanced at the lottery tube on the table, but shook his head and said:

"It all depends on luck, nothing to calculate."

The monk looked at Jiang Yuan with a serious face, "The donor should know that God's calculations are not as good as those of others. This means that everything is determined in the dark."

"The donor thinks it's luck, but isn't luck a sure thing?"

Jiang Yuan shook his head, "Even if what you said makes sense, I still don't want to settle it."

The monk thought for a while, then pointed to the brush and rice paper on the table and said:

"How about this, please ask the donor to write down a word, and I will calculate the fortune for the donor."

Jiang Yuan frowned slightly and suddenly noticed that there was a faint golden light lingering on the monk's body.

And this light makes people feel very comfortable.

After thinking about it, Jiang Yuan picked up the brush and wrote the word "江" in cursive script on the paper.

The monk frowned when he saw Jiang Yuan's momentum in writing.

His eyes fell on Jiang Yuan's face, and then he stared at the word '江' on the paper.

"The donor has been in a very unstable mood recently, with a dark complexion between his eyebrows and something very heavy on his mind."

Wang Fei's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, yes, master, how did you calculate it?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at Wang Fei speechlessly, "You can tell by the look on my face."

The monk took a closer look at Jiang Yuan's eyes and became more and more surprised.

His master is the abbot of the temple - Master Pufa.

He remembered that his master once said that appearance comes from the heart, and the eyes are the windows to the soul.

He felt that Jiang Yuan's eyes had the understanding and experience of an eighty or ninety-year-old man, but also the frivolity and sharpness of a young man.

He didn't understand how the epitome of a lifetime could appear in one person at the same time.

"The donor is young and mature, but he still retains his original intention. Haha, it's rare, it's really rare~"

The old monk blushed and said, "The secret must not be revealed, so I won't say more."

Jiang Yuan didn't say anything, stood up and planned to leave.

Wang Fei suddenly turned back and looked at the monk with a smile, "Master, have you calculated his marriage fate?"

The monk smiled and said, "Lovers will eventually get married."

"What's the meaning?"

"Secrets must not be revealed."

Wang Fei sighed, said thank you and ran out of the hut.

The monk watched Jiang Yuan and the others walk away, closed the door, and walked towards the abbot's residence.

In less than half an hour, Jiang Yuan and the others visited Qinglian Temple and found that this quiet place of Buddhism had already been crowded with tourists.

Jiang Yuan didn't like noise, so he walked out of Qinglian Temple directly from the back door after shopping.

"Jiang Yuan, we finally made it out, so let's go shopping for a while."

Ye Zhiqiu also nodded, pointed at the maple trees all over the mountains and fields, and said with a smile:

"Let's take a walk along the path and see the scenery."

Jiang Yuan looked at the stairs going down the mountain. They were still crowded with people, so he nodded and said, "Then just walk around."

After a while, the three of them walked into the maple forest.

The paths in this maple forest are criss-crossed, and there are signs hanging at many intersections saying that they are the residences of monks, and tourists are stopped here.

Wang Fei suddenly saw a small wooden house in the forest, he smiled and said:

"Jiang Yuan, let's go there and have a look."

Jiang Yuan pointed at the 'Tourists Stopped' sign next to him, "They won't let you pass."

Wang Fei rolled his eyes, "I can't read."

Ye Zhiqiu chuckled and said, "Sister Wang Fei, we should listen to Jiang Yuan and don't go there."

"no!"

Wang Fei's eyes widened, "You see on TV that all the worldly masters live in these places. What if there are masters living in the wooden house over there?"

"Then what? So what if there is a tall person living there? How tall is it, two and a half meters?"

Wang Fei looked at Jiang Yuan angrily, "Why are you so disappointed?"

"If there is an expert living there, or some eminent monk, he can help you restore your previous state."

"Do you want to stay like this?"

Jiang Yuan was speechless, "I'm confused, I told you, it's not as serious as you think, I just want to have a good rest for a while."

Wang Fei ignored Jiang Yuan and ran directly towards the cabin.

Jiang Yuan shook his head helplessly, "Zhiqiu, let's keep walking."

Ye Zhiqiu looked at Jiang Yuan and slowly shook his head, "Wang Fei is alone, I don't feel at ease."

With that said, Ye Zhiqiu also walked towards the cabin in the red maple forest.

Jiang Yuan had no choice but to follow.