"Amitabha," Master Jingkong chanted the Buddha's name. His gaze at Yang Mengchen was peaceful and kind, yet it held an air of profound mystery.

After lunch, Long Xuanmo accompanied Yang Mengchen to the East Wing Room where Master Jingkong resided, while Sister Jin and Mo Yun, among others, stayed outside.

Master Jingkong said to Long Xuanmo, "Uncle Master has some words to speak privately with this female benefactor, nephew, please go outside."

Long Xuanmo glanced at his Uncle Master, then at Yang Mengchen, suppressing the inexplicable anxiety in his heart. He turned, exited the room, and closed the door behind him.

After watching Yang Mengchen intently for a good half-quarter, Master Jingkong handed her a letter: "This is a letter from Elder Brother Wu Wei that Laona was asked to pass on to the female benefactor."

While Master Jingkong sized up Yang Mengchen, she was also observing him. The more she looked, the more surprised she felt. Up to now, Master Jingkong was the second person whose thoughts she couldn't discern. Hearing what Master Jingkong said, she quickly gathered her thoughts, taking the letter with both hands, opened it, and there was only one line of text.

"Causes arise and cease; fate comes together and falls apart—all is the will of heaven!"

Yang Mengchen was at first curious. She didn't know any Old Man Wu Wei, and there was no memory of him in the original owner's recollection. Why then would Wu Wei write her a letter? Gradually, her eyes widened, pupils brimming with shock, joy, longing, sorrow, and excitement... a swirl of complex emotions. She asked urgently, "Where is he now?

I want to see him!"

The handwriting, along with the unique Seven-color Cloud Seal at the bottom-right corner of the letter, was unmistakably her master's from her past life, known only to her master and herself.

Could it be that her master was Old Man Wu Wei?

Yang Mengchen immediately denied this guess. This timeline was entirely different from her past life; how could it be the same person? Unless...

What exactly was going on?

Watching the still troubled Yang Mengchen, Master Jingkong sighed, "Elder Brother said fate will bring us together again if it is meant to be; the female benefactor need not force it. Laona will be meditating now; please return." With that, he closed his eyes.

Yang Mengchen wanted to ask more questions, but seeing Master Jingkong's composure, she could only suppress her doubts, gripping the letter tightly as she left the room.

Seeing Yang Mengchen emerge from the room, appearing somewhat disoriented, Long Xuanmo asked with concern, "Ah Jiu, what's the matter with you?"

"I'm fine. I just want to be alone for a while," Yang Mengchen answered unconsciously, her gaze blank and distant as she instinctively headed toward Mengchen Courtyard.

Long Xuanmo was worried and wanted to follow her, but Sister Jin stepped in front of him, "Prince, let the lady have her moment of peace."

Although he didn't understand what Master Jingkong had said to the lady, he realized that pursuing her in her current state would only backfire.

"Take good care of her," Long Xuanmo instructed gravely, his gaze following Yang Mengchen's retreating figure, unfathomable.

Sister Jin and the others nodded earnestly and quickly followed Yang Mengchen.

Turning back into the room, Long Xuanmo wanted to ask his Uncle Master what he had said to Ah Jiu, causing her to become so distraught. Unfortunately, Master Jingkong was preoccupied with meditation and chanting, not paying him any heed. He could do nothing but leave reluctantly.

Upon hearing the door close, Master Jingkong slowly opened his eyes, took a long breath, and after a moment, closed them again to continue his chanting.

Long Xuanmo returned to his room, promptly wrote a letter, and instructed Mo Lei to send it to his master through special means. Then he stood by the window, staring in the direction of Mengchen Courtyard.

Meanwhile, Yang Mengchen entered her bedroom, closed the door tightly, leaving Sister Jin and the others outside. She walked step by step to the bed, kicked off her shoes, lay down, and stared blankly at the ceiling as scenes from her past life flashed before her eyes.

At fifteen, she fled from that dreadful home. For some reason, a voice within her urged her to go to Shenzhen. Without much thought, and forgetting the fear of travelling alone for the first time, she boarded a train to Shenzhen.

After three days and nights, she stood at the exit of Shenzhen station, suddenly realizing she had no acquaintances there. In that moment, she felt very lost.

Reminded of Grandma Zhang and Grandpa Liang's teachings that no matter the difficulties, she must remain strong and brave, she eventually found the cheapest rental room and settled in using the money Grandma Zhang had left her.

To make ends meet, she collected garbage, sold newspapers, worked as a waitress, and labored in a garment factory. Life was hard, but her heart felt a peace it never had before.

Two years later, one day, as usual, she dragged her weary body back to the rental home. Passing the arch bridge near the place, she handed a packed meal of hot noodles to an elderly beggar.

The old beggar had been there for over half a year, never changing his spot. She would bring him a bowl of noodles or fried rice every evening on her way home.

Grandma Zhang and Grandpa Liang taught her the importance of kindness and compassion, teachings she always remembered.

After setting down the paper food container, she was about to leave when the old beggar suddenly called out to her, "Young lady, wait a moment."

"What is it, old man?" she asked with a smile.

The old beggar stood up, his shaky form prompted her to rush forward to support him. The old beggar said, "This old man wants to take you as his disciple. Are you willing?"

She was taken aback and stared at the old beggar intently. His hair and beard were completely white, and although his clothes were a bit worn, they were clean and tidy, not repulsive to see, especially his eyes—like deep black holes that could suck her in.

She did not respond, not out of disrespect for the old beggar, but because she considered herself of slow intellect, despite what Grandma Zhang and others had said about her being clever.

"If you take this old man as your master, I will pass on all my knowledge to you. Then, you will become a person of great prominence, famous throughout the lands!"

Overwhelmed by the beggar's boast, yet seeing his bright eyes and authoritative presence, she strangely believed that the beggar was not being frivolous. She immediately knelt and kowtowed to him.

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