God-given good fate, forever united, life after life, never abandoned.

The sixteen big characters in front of the stone statue of the Mandarin Duck Temple are bright for only a few months, the incense has been endless, and it is seven points more prosperous than the temple dedicated to the Jade Emperor, and the good men and women from all over the world can be said to be flocking, all come to the temple to beg for a good marriage.

A dervishes monk walked in front of this temple, looked at the two exquisitely carved stone statues, only to see him pinching his fingers, eyebrows raised, and his heart suddenly shuddered.

"Dare to ask the donor, what is enshrined in this temple is ---"

"Song Qingyuan, Young Master Song and his wife."

"Did they die?"

"Mrs. Song is dead, Young Master Song should still be alive."

The monk frowned, "But you, Mrs. Song, are dead?" ”

"It's dead, and the love that they couldn't love when they were alive can be fulfilled in the afterlife, and they can be together in the next life."

From the day the temple began to be built, the Song family will also recover the economy, as soon as the Mandarin Duck Temple is completed, the people in the city regard the incense in the temple as a daily routine, rain or shine.

The monk shook his head when he heard this: "It's really self-inflicted." ”

"Master, what are you talking about?" His whisper was inaudible, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"It's nothing, does this donor know how to get to Young Master Song's mansion?"

"Is there anyone in Bianjing City who doesn't know the Song Mansion?" The man smiled, pointed to the east and said, "Master can walk about five miles to get there, it is the most beautiful and largest mansion in Bianjing City, you don't need to ask anyone to find it." ”

"Thank you for your advice." The monk shook his head and turned around and walked towards the Song Mansion.

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"This donor, the old man wants to see Song Qingyuan and Young Master Song, please introduce him."

"I'm sorry, Master, my eldest young master is not a guest now." Butler Fu politely declined.

"The old man can wait until he is willing to see the old man." As he spoke, the monk stood quietly in front of the gate of the Song Mansion and twisted the Buddhist beads in his hand, muttering words in his mouth.

After a while, Steward Fu couldn't help but sigh when he saw that the monk was so bold that he didn't want to leave.

"This master, something happened in our house, it is impossible for you to see our eldest young master, there is no need to waste time here, I have a bag of tattooed silver here, you can take it." As he spoke, Steward Fu stepped forward and handed a bag of silver taels to the monk.

"To the shoe donor, but the old man came recently not for this, but for the Mandarin Duck Temple in the city, seeing that the incense is more popular than the gods, so he specially came to the door to ask for a meeting, there is something to tell, it is a matter of the house, and the old man can only wait here for people."

"It's about our eldest young master?" Steward Fu was really frightened, few people knew about the eldest young master and the eldest young grandmother, but this monk spoke amazingly---

"If the old man is right, the young master of your mansion must be sad and languishing at this moment."

"Huh?" Steward Fu was really stupid this time.

"The old man said yes, right?"

"Yes, Master, how do you know---"

The monk sighed and shook his head.

"Please come in." A low voice suddenly came from inside the door.

As soon as Steward Fu heard Song Qingyuan's glare, he responded with a busy echo and opened the door for the monk, "Master, the eldest young master, please go in and see you." ”

The monk's steps had just stepped into the front yard, and a strong wind swept in his face, and the next moment a folding fan had quickly pressed against his throat.

"Say! How do you know about my wife? Song Qingyuan's handsome and charming face flashed with anger, he had been sad for several months, and his handsome face had already added a bit of vicissitudes.

The monk glanced at him serenely, and said lightly: "If the Mandarin Duck Temple is not demolished, not only in this life, but also in the next life, you will not get together." ”

Song Qingyuan raised his eyebrows: "Make it clear." ”

"How can a mortal be worshipped by many? What's more, even the demeanor of the Heavenly Emperor and the Buddha has to be robbed, which can only be said to be inevitable. Even you're going to die. ”

Hearing this, Song Qingyuan put away the folding fan, turned his back and looked into the distance, and was horrified in his heart: "If that's the case, then why am I okay until now?" ”

"In the eight characters of the donor, it is different from ordinary people, otherwise how can the marriage be reversed?" The monk pointed out. "It is destined in the marriage book, since the book of fate is already predestined, and now everyone is worshipping and worshipping incense every day, how can you bear it? However, even the reappearance of the Buddha could not save her fate of having to die. ”

As soon as Song Qingyuan heard the monk say that Yanran must die, the fire in his heart suddenly burst out, and he scolded: "Shut up!" ”

"Amitabha, believe it or not, between the benefactor's thoughts, this life should not be a blessing, and the next life, the next life, as long as you have a heart, you can find each other, why bother with life and death in this life? What's more, you really have the end of fate in this life---"

"Shut up!" Song Qingyuan couldn't listen to it anymore, and as soon as the palm wind came out of the courtyard, all the numbers in the courtyard fell in anger, "Get out!" I'll never see you stinky monk again! ”

And he hasn't moved yet, just smiled indifferently and left.

"Remember, after demolishing the Mandarin Duck Temple, you can still cultivate the fate of the next life, if not, you will not be able to become a husband and wife in the next life, and you will fall into the sea of suffering."

Although the monk had gone away, every word he said was transmitted to Song Qingyuan's ears for a long time.

Yes, the land lord, the land lady also said that they will be together in the next life---

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The small, slender and white hands held him tightly, as if so that they could find each other in the afterlife, and never leave each other.

"Don't do that." Yanran stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears hidden in the corners of Song Qingyuan's eyes, and smiled gently: "I swear that I will never forget you, no matter in the next life, in the next life, we will still be husband and wife, and no one can break us up." ”

"Mutual ---"

"I can't live without you, Yanran! I can do nothing but you! Song Qingyuan hugged the cold body in his arms tightly, afraid that if he let go, he would no longer be able to grasp her soul, and he would never see each other again.

"I know---" Yan Ran smiled indulgently, the smile was fleeting and beautiful, "I'm already very satisfied, at least I can get your love in this life." ”

"But I'm not satisfied. I don't want you to leave me! I don't allow, hear no? The overlord's eyes were filled with heartbroken grief.

It's hard to get together, but it's an empty dream.

If she knew this, would she still love it?

Yes, she knows.

It's too easy to fall in love with this man, and you don't hesitate to burn everything.

Yan Ran's little hand gently stroked his frowning eyebrows, and whispered: "I love you, Xianggong, forever, never give up." ”

"Yanran--- my Yanran ---" Song Qingyuan's chest tightened sharply, tears welling up in his eyes.

Life after life, never leave ---

Song Qingyuan suddenly opened his eyes and saw that he was on the bed, it was a dream--- although she really didn't want to admit it, she had really left him.

He swore that even if he overturned the Emperor for this, he would find her---

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A few days ago, due to a monk's warning, the entire temple was immediately demolished by him---