Ninth Master sneered sarcastically and quickly explained, "Where's this so-called insider information? It's all just a gimmick to make more money, to put it bluntly.

They moved the temple fair to the evening when the town was initially being replanned and rebuilt. To attract tourists, I heard they even hired a lot of writers to make up stories. They said it so mysteriously, as if coming to Jiuyou Town without participating in the temple fair would be a wasted trip.

But you've seen the real situation; it's just that. It's merely a change of time. At first glance, it seems different from temple fairs elsewhere, but look at the food, the programs, the atmosphere—what's different about it?"

Xiao Feng nodded slowly, "So, rumors are just rumors, not to be taken seriously."

As the group walked and chatted, it wasn't long before they saw a grand and imposing temple.

The temple's walls were very high, and its doors were wide open; you could see people coming and going inside, and there were indeed quite a few worshippers, just as Ninth Master had said. The name of the temple engraved on the plaque above was Anping Temple.

The meaning is easy to understand; it likely implies peace and tranquility.

At the entrance, stalls were selling incense and candles, stacks of gold foil ingots, and protective talismans claimed to be blessed. It was bustling beyond belief.

Xiao Feng had some opinions on this kind of scene since temples should be places of solemnity and dignity, but with these vendors shouting, how could it remain solemn? The ambiance was completely ruined.

After entering the main door, it was much quieter; at least there was none of the constant noisy clamor from outside.

However, they hadn't gone far when an old monk, who seemed about the same age as Ninth Master and was wearing a kasaya, blocked their path.

"Donor Miao, I didn't expect to see you at my temple again in my lifetime. Do you still remember the agreement we made ten years ago?" The old monk stood with one hand on his chest, spoke kindly and benevolently.

The donor Miao mentioned by the old monk must be Ninth Master since the owner of Yuechen Inn is named Miao Ruifeng and is his nephew, so naturally, Ninth Master's surname is also Miao.

But the agreement he mentioned was certainly not something one could know just by guessing.

Ninth Master immediately straightened his face and saluted, saying, "The agreement from ten years ago, I have not forgotten a single word. However, this matter is quite complicated, and it's not something that can be explained clearly in just a few words."

"Oh?" The old monk smiled and said, "If that's the case, after you offer incense, come to the rear courtyard for a chat. I've prepared fragrant tea and await your arrival."

Everyone nodded, and Fujiwara Keiaki seemed utterly confused, completely baffled by what the old monk was saying, listening in a daze.

But just then, when the old monk passed by Fujiwara Keiaki and Su Yuzhuo, he suddenly stopped and said, "If you two have the heart, you can also burn incense and worship Buddha."

Having said that, he stepped towards the back of the main hall.

Xiao Feng's eyes narrowed. He felt that this old monk in a kasaya was not simple. He just didn't know how the monk could see what was unusual about Fujiwara Keiaki and Su Yuzhuo?

You must know, with the same Asian faces, if there wasn't something amiss, the old monk had no reason to specifically tell Fujiwara Keiaki and Su Yuzhuo such words.

At this moment, Fujiwara Keiaki and Su Yuzhuo exchanged a glance, both with subtle changes on their faces, and others also looked at each other, apparently having no answers.

"What agreement did you make with that old monk ten years ago?" Xiao Feng opened his mouth and asked, deciding to focus on the current issue.

Ninth Master sighed and said, "That man is the abbot of this temple. Ten years ago, when I came to burn incense, he said I was deeply sinful and would have a bloody disaster within a month. He suggested it was best for me to live in the temple for a month, eat vegetarian meals, and recite scriptures, which might help me avoid a calamity."

"And you believed it?"

It wasn't the talkative little girl who asked, but Lin Jiaxuan. Ever since she started a long-term battle with Xiao Feng, she began to talk more.

Ninth Master shook his head, "That time was going to be my last deal before retiring from the business. I planned to pull off one last job and then quit, so I certainly couldn't back down because of a single word from him.

As a result, just as I stepped over the threshold of the main hall, somehow, I slipped and injured my leg... Thinking about it now, it was really a blessing in disguise."

Everyone was speechless. Injuring his leg was considered a blessing?

But for all the jokes and jests, everyone knew that Ninth Master still had more to say.

Sure enough, Ninth Master sighed again and said, "Later, because of my leg injury, I didn't participate in that operation and stayed in the temple, eating vegetarians and listening to monks recite scriptures.

Half a month later, I got news that those who were originally supposed to operate with me were all crushed to death in the tomb and none of them managed to escape.

It was because of this incident that I decided to donate all my possessions and retire from tomb raiding for good."

Pausing for a moment, Ninth Master continued, "As for the agreement with the abbot, it was that unless I plan to emerge again one day, I shall never step into this temple again.

To be honest, meeting him right after I came in didn't surprise me at all. Perhaps he already knew I was coming today."

This statement left everyone speechless.

If what Ninth Master said was true, then the old abbot's ability was simply extraordinary!

"Let's go offer the incense first."

It wasn't long before Ninth Master was the first to break the silence and speak.

Everyone exchanged a glance and then nodded.

And undeniably, through Ninth Master's recount, the image of the old monk in everyone's hearts became somewhat profound and mysterious.

The little girl sidled up to Xiao Feng and whispered, "Brother Xiao Feng, if that abbot is really that powerful, can I ask her to predict something for me?"

"What do you want to predict?"

"Love! "

"You're too young to predict love. Stop fooling around!" Xiao Feng scolded her in exasperation.

The little girl stuck out her tongue dissatisfied and said, "If you don't let me predict, I won't. Why so fierce? Brother Xiao Feng, are you afraid that the result will show my destined one isn't you?"

"..." Xiao Feng.

There was simply no way to respond to this.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Feng seriously said, "Pay attention to the occasion, and don't talk nonsense."

Unexpectedly, after sending the little girl away, Lu Yao came over with a flushed face, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Brother Yanhuang, when we meet the abbot later, can I ask him who I will marry in the future?"

As she spoke, she lifted her eyes, shyly glancing at Xiao Feng.

"..." Xiao Feng.

Are girls these days in such a rush to get married?

Over there, the little girl could be stopped on the grounds that she was too young, but with Lu Yao, there was clearly no legitimate reason.

"If you want to ask, ask." Xiao Feng could only reply like this.

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