I Donated a Temple so That She and Her Mistress Would Never Be Reincarnated
by Cactus
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My wife and I once sought marriage in Putuo, and now we have got our wish. On our third wedding anniversary, we came to the temple specifically to fulfill our wishes. But I found that in the merit book, someone had inserted a strange name with cinnabar between our names. There is still a scent of sandalwood in the hall. I called my wife: "Have you been to the temple in advance?" My wife was obviously guilty: "I accompanied my client once last week, and I donated some incense money to you. What's wrong?" Her so-called client is a staunch atheist who has never even entered the temple. The most important thing is that what we both donated was agarwood, and it definitely didn't smell like this. I sneered, hung up the phone, and walked directly to the Zen room in the backyard. A man dressed flamboyantly was drinking tea with the Zen master: "I just say that sincerity leads to spiritual success!" "I will write my name between them. The Bodhisattva will definitely bless us to achieve enlightenment as soon as possible!" I crossed my arms and looked at him. Ning Xiao always said that I was her destiny, the thread held by the Bodhisattva. It seemed that the man who dared to compete with Bodhisattva for the red thread was finally found by her.
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