Supernatural rebirth: genius girl fortune teller

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A natural intimacy of blood and family affection arose spontaneously, and the figure from the back was somewhat similar to that of his father.

This time it should be grandpa!

"Are you Master Juehui?"

Yang Zimei suppressed her inner excitement and stepped forward to ask.

The monk stood up from the futon, then turned back while holding the Buddhist beads.

When he saw Yang Zimei, the beads in his hand fell to the ground and scattered all over the place, clanking and scurrying around.

"Hui Hui——"

Monk Juehui shouted excitedly, with incredible surprise in his eyes.

To be able to call my grandma by her nickname with so much emotion, I really feel like my grandpa this time.

His face is somewhat similar to his father's, but he is even more handsome. Even if he is bald and wearing a gray cassock, he can't hide his old and handsome demeanor.

Moreover, his temperament is very peaceful and indifferent, giving people a very comfortable feeling, like a distant mountain indigo.

"grandfather--"

Yang Zimei said the title naturally, "I am not Zeng Hui, I am Zeng Hui's granddaughter!"

Juehui's body stiffened slightly, her eyes locked on Yang Zimei's face, and finally she chuckled, "It turns out, it's just a dream in Yangzhou."

"How could this be a dream? Grandpa!"

Yang Zimei shouted excitedly, "I have been looking for you! Grandma has always had you in her heart!"

"Amitabha, the past is like smoke. Donor, please come back."

Juehui's expression became indifferent, as if he had truly escaped into Buddhism and seen through the past.

If he hadn't seen her excitedly calling her grandma's name just now, Yang Zimei would have thought that he had seen through the world and couldn't remember the past.

"Grandpa, it doesn't matter if I go back. Don't you want to know about grandma's situation? Grandma disappeared that day because she was pregnant with your child. Do you know what she did for the sake of the child?"

Thinking of his irresponsibility and the miserable life of his grandma, Yang Zimei felt a little angry.

Juehui's brows moved slightly, and he made a gesture of twirling Buddhist beads with his hands, "The poor monk has already escaped into Buddhism, and everything is like a passing cloud of smoke."

"Yanyun? Could it be Yanyun? Isn't my eldest granddaughter standing in front of you like a real person? Do you dare to say that you can really forget grandma?"

Yang Zimei sneered and said, "Grandpa, don't deceive yourself. After shaving your head and entering the temple, you will see through the monks. In fact, you have not seen through it at all."

Juehui's old face turned slightly red.

"Juehui, thinking what you want and loving what you love is the real Zen. You have been practicing Zen for forty years but you still can't figure it out. That's because you haven't been able to let go or face it bravely. Leave her.

Bar!"

The young monk from before spoke up.

Juehui's expression was shaken again. She lowered her head in shame and bent over to pick up the Buddhist beads scattered on the ground.

Yang Zimei also squatted down, helped him pick up the beads, put them together, took out a red string from the storage ring, and helped put them on.

Juehui has been watching from the sidelines, and her mind has brought back the memories of her forty years of youth.

He still remembers the first time he saw that beautiful girl in a white dress sitting on a swing, swinging carefree, as if all the beauty in the world was concentrated on her body, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and secretly emotional.

The two fell in love quietly and lost their minds on a moonlit night. They hugged each other and ate the forbidden fruit.

Later, his father sent him to Jiangzhou for business, and he stayed there for several months.

When I came back, I heard that she was missing.

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[The fourth update was rushed out in the middle of the night because there was a power outage on Thursday and updates cannot be made during the day, so don’t wait!]