บท 908: You Are My Fate

"Okay, devotee, please come here. Please burn the joss sticks." The young novice monk handed three joss sticks to Leng Zhiyuan.

Leng Zhiyuan knelt down on the soft pillow, and she looked at the Buddha front of her. She sincerely bowed down three times. If Buddha is really true, then please tell me, did I still…have a future with Zhou Yao?

It was not that she was unclear, and it was not that she was afraid. She did not want to let go of the man's hand, and she wanted to be together with him forever.

Buddha, am I being too greedy?

"Devotee, this is for you. You can take the blessing." The young novice monk handed a bamboo container to Leng Zhiyuan.

Leng Zhiyuan accepted it with her hands, then she shook the bamboo container slowly. Smack! A bamboo stick suddenly fell onto the floor.

It was her blessing.