Xue Wenyu's leg kicked hard, and the person woke up and blurted out a roar; "Fuck off." After two words, he sat up violently.

Lin Chuan, who had recovered from his injuries, was on night duty outside, and when he heard the sound in the master's house, he immediately rushed in and lit a candle in a slippery manner.

And he saw his master, with sweat on his forehead.

"Master, are you having nightmares again?" Lin Chuan asked worriedly.

This is the first time, if it continues like this, the master can't stand it physically and mentally, right?

Xue Wenyu didn't pay attention to his subordinates, lifted the quilt violently, got out of bed, reached out and picked up the sword hanging at the head of the bed and walked out.

What if you don't sleep, what if you have that nightmare again when you fall asleep? A nightmare repeated tormented his body and mind, and he wondered if he had been put into the legendary cup.

Seeing his master practicing his sword in the courtyard, Lin Chuan was very worried, when would he be a head!

No, I have to urge the brothers later, hurry up and find someone!

Xue Wenyu practiced for half an hour before he stopped.

Someone had already prepared the bath water, and he soaked it in the tub, the temperature of the water made his tired body feel a little relaxed, but he didn't dare to close his eyes and enjoy it.

Because, he was afraid that if he fell asleep, he would have that dream again.

The current Xue Wenyu has no doubt about the statement that he thinks about it day and dreams at night.

However, the more he told himself not to think about the woman, he could not do it.

He felt that from the night in the tent she had become his own demon.

Of course, he knew that if he looked like this, he would definitely not be able to do it, and even if he was not tortured and insane, he would have almost been abolished.

Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered that there was a temple on the mountain I passed by during the day, and the incense seemed to be quite prosperous.

Lin Chuan, who was guarding outside the courtyard, and another companion, watched the master wash up and change into dry robes and walked out of the room, and walked straight out of the courtyard gate.

Lin Chuan and the others didn't dare to ask, and after discussing in a low voice, one followed the master closely, and the other hurriedly woke up the others.

Out of the temporarily rented house, Xue Wenyu turned over and rode away, Lin Chuan signaled to his own people guarding the door, and hurriedly got on his horse to chase over.

How did the master go in this direction? Lin Chuan was very puzzled in his heart, was he going to return to the capital and not go to find the little boy and the woman?

It doesn't look like that, and if you decide to go back, shouldn't you give an order?

When the sky was bright, the Daming Temple on Daming Mountain, a small novice opened the door of the temple with a huha, and was startled by the people outside the door, why are these donors so early?

"I drove the little master, but when I told the host, I said that someone asked to see me." Xue Wenyu raised his feet and walked inside, saying to the little novice behind him as he walked.

Yes? Who is this? The little novice was puzzled, but when he saw the fierce appearance of the visitor, he didn't dare to offend, so he ran back.

Xue Wenyu had just entered the main hall for a while, when footsteps came from behind him.

"Amitabha, it's so early for the donor." A tall monk with a silver beard twisted a Buddha bead and greeted Xue Wenyu with kind eyebrows.

"I'm sorry to disturb the master's dream." Xue Wenyu felt that he had arrived in this temple, and his irritable heart seemed to be purified by the Buddha qi here, and his attitude towards the host was also a lot calmer.

"Don't bother, don't bother, I don't know if the donor is here, is it to ask for a sign or to worship the Buddha and make a wish?" The old host asked with a smile.

"Can the master take a step to speak?" Xue Wenyu saw that a few more novices came in the main hall, wiped the offering table, and cleaned the ground, so he asked the old host.

"Donor, please come with the old man." The old host immediately understood what he meant.

The old host led Xue Wenyu to a pavilion next to the apse, where a novice had already wiped the dew clean.

Xue Wenyu followed the old host and walked in, and Lin Chuan stood not far away and waited.

A very young monk who passed by, very eye-catching, went to make a pot of tea and sent it over, and left for the morning class without leaving an eyesore.

Generally, donors like this kind of donors who look extraordinary come to donate, most of them will donate a lot of sesame oil money, and the temple does all kinds of good deeds, and it really needs silver, so how can you be lazy!

"I wonder what bothers the donor? Make it difficult for the donor to sleep? The old host poured a cup of tea for Xue Wenyu and asked.

"Can you ask the master to look at the appearance below, calculate the eight characters below, and find the reason?" Xue Wenyu out of a man's self-esteem, how could he tell people that he was so scared by a woman.

When the old host heard this, he nodded thoughtfully, first asked Xue Wenyu to report his birthday, and carefully examined his face and palmistry.

"Donor, it stands to reason that people in my Buddhism are not allowed to tell fortunes and divination, but this old man will make an example for the donor, pick the key points and assign you a point or two, and the old man will send you a few words of truth, don't be afraid of the clouds to cover your eyes, and keep the clouds open and see the moon." The old master smiled and twisted his silver beard, shook his head, looked at Xue Wenyu and said.

"Don't be afraid of clouds to cover your eyes, keep the clouds open and see the moon? Can you elaborate on that? Xue Wenyu didn't quite understand whether this was referring to Brother Hui's matter or the matter with the woman.

Referring to Brother Hui's words, he is naturally more at ease.

But doesn't the woman's words mean that she doesn't know when she will be liberated?

The old host smiled silently, picked up the teacup and looked at a willow tree not far away.

"Then I want to ask about marriage, it's always convenient to tell, right?" Xue Wenyu couldn't help it, so he asked patiently.

"Marriage? The donor came with the old man. The old host got up as he spoke, and led him to the side hall.

Xue Wenyu didn't believe in these things at all in the past, but now he regrets coming here, why do you have to say it in a different place!

"Donor, please reverently shake off the lottery holder and draw another lot." The old host pointed to the sign holder on the case and said.

Xue Wenyu closed his eyes slightly, and persuaded himself in his heart, since he came, then endure and listen to what he has to say.

He was just about to reach for the stick, but the old host spoke again; "Donor, be pious." After speaking, his eyes drifted to the futon on the ground.

I'm going, it's so troublesome, and I still have to bow down? Xue Wenyu wanted to turn around and leave immediately.

However, thinking that he was tortured like this, he decided to endure it in order to recover his previous self.

So, he adjusted his mood and stepped forward, knelt down in his robe, and forced himself to bow three times very 'religiously'.

looked at the old host again, saw him smile and nodded, and then reached out to get the sticker.

He stared at the bamboo sticks in the stick, shaking vigorously, watching the bamboo sticks moving up and down in the stick, and he was also very curious, what kind of sticks he would shake out, wouldn't it be a big deal?

Doesn't that mean that he is destined to be destroyed at the hands of that woman?

Under his nervous gaze, a lottery finally fell out of the holder......