The abbot shook his head and said with a smile, "It's quite simple and not worth mentioning. Madam Tan, you'd draw lots for your daughter's marriage every time you came, so I could tell this young lady must be your daughter without even thinking about it. But I'm afraid that I'll let you down today because I can't decipher Miss Dong's luck from her appearance."
"What? Even the master can not foretell it? Could it be that our family would have no descendants in the future?" Tan Yaxiang felt a lingering fear just thinking about it.
Dong Gongwen was a little worried when she saw her mother's anxious look. She then turned to the monk and looked at him with a sullen expression.
"Don't get me wrong. It's not what you think it is. There are a lot of people in this world, but the fate of some of them can't be predicted at all. Because these people are heroes among people, who can lead the world. Their fates are all in their own hands, and others simply can't fathom them," the abbot stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"Master, are you saying that my daughter is a Chosen One?" Tan Yaxiang rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
Dong Gongwen's face darkened and she covered her eyes, not daring to look at her mother again. "What's wrong with Mom? She's not usually so stupid! How could she believe such a thing?" she thought.
The abbot didn't say anything. He just continued to stroke his beard. At this moment, Tan Yaxiang suddenly wised up. "Master, do you mean that my daughter's future husband is a Chosen One?"
The abbot only revealed an even brighter smile. He did not say anything and continued to stroke his beard.
Tan Yaxiang was extremely excited. She wanted to ask more questions and wanted to know what her daughter's future husband would be like when a loud noise suddenly came from behind the temple. "Boom!" It was as if a comet had struck the earth, and the entire mountain was shaking.
The abbot's smiling face suddenly turned gloomy.
"What happened? Could it be an earthquake?" Tan Yaxiang stumbled and almost fell to the ground.
"Madam Tan, Miss Dong, Feiyun Temple will face a calamity today. Please leave quickly." As he spoke, the abbot clenched his fists and closed his eyes.
He then called out to a young monk, "Wuxuan, send the two ladies down the mountain. Inform the other disciples to send all the guests down the mountain. Follow me to the back mountain."
"Yes, Master!"
Tan Yaxiang and Dong Gongwen had no idea what was going on, but they knew that there was a high possibility of danger. From the solemn expression on the abbot's face, they could tell it was definitely something big.
Dong Gongwen did not want to come anyway. Now that she could go back earlier, she naturally would not reject him.
After both of them had gone far away, the abbot returned to his room and picked up his shining golden cane with a serious look. Then he adjusted his kasaya and walked out. When he came to the forest behind the temple, his benevolent face grew fierce and he started cursing, "Amitabha. Who is so audacious to make trouble here? You're courting death!"
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"Everyone, don't panic. Please descend the mountain in order. No rush. Or you might trip the others up or get tripped up."
"Don't worry. We'll report the situation to the Public Security Bureau later. It will also be reported through the media. When the time comes, you guys will know what happened here. Please don't worry too much."
"It's not an earthquake."
The staffers and the security guards were working together to patiently escort the tourists down the mountain.
Nothing happened after the loud boom and the intense earthquake. Everyone gradually calmed down with the gentle tone of the monks and staff. Now all of them were descending the mountain in an orderly manner.
However, it was no longer possible to continue using the cable car because there might be safety issues. Therefore, everyone walked down the mountain.
Actually, only a small portion of them were calm, and most of the people were still in horror. Especially those who were at the front of the line. They were quickly moving down the mountain.
Of course, Dong Gongwen and Tan Yaxiang were among the first batch of people to leave. As they were VIP customers, they had two monks to protect them.
In the midst of the chaos, Dong Gongwen suddenly let out a loud cry. "Mom, my necklace is missing." She stroked her neck as she spoke.
"What?" Tan Yaxiang was shocked. But for their safety, she clenched her teeth and said, "Forget it, let's go home first. We'll come back for the necklace later. Life is more important."
"That won't do. Dad gave me this."
The monk beside them overheard their conversation and could not help but ask. "Miss, did you lose something?"
"I lost my necklace. It's something my father left for me before he died. I've always cherished it." Dong Gongwen's face was filled with resentment and anxiety.
"Amitabha. Miss, don't worry. Since it's so important for you, we'll definitely help you find it." With that, he said to another monk, "Go back following the path we took down the mountain. Help this Miss find her necklace."
Hearing that, the monk nodded and turned to walk up the mountain. He looked around with his head down, trying to see if there was anything shining in the grass.
Dong Gongwen wanted to look for it too. She said with a stern expression, "I'm going to join him. What if he can't find it?"
"Come on, my little ancestor! Let's go down the mountain first. What should we do if you're in any danger? Do you not even care about your life?"
"Those monks don't even know what my necklace looks like. Do you think he'll be able to find it? I don't feel assured." Dong Gongwen thought the abbot was talking nonsense, so she didn't trust the monks in the temple either.