Grandma often said that fate is arranged. If you ask for one thing from gods and Buddhas, you must exchange it for another thing.
Fifteen-year-old Lin Shu said: "Mother-in-law, I am a materialist."
Twenty-five-year-old Lin Shu knelt all over the temple of gods and Buddhas, just begging her to see her deceased lover again.
After climbing the ladder to heaven, offering incense, kneeling down, copying sutras, and chanting, when he reached the last temple, Lin Shu fainted under the parasol tree.
In the dream, Lin Shu seemed to hear the voices of gods and Buddhas.
[The fetters in my heart have not been resolved, and the obstacles of attachment still exist. Because you are here to visit me, I grant you a wish.
What are the conditions?
[Redeem the past with the future]
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"Ashu, wake up! You're going to be late!"
"I'm getting up!"
Lin Shu grabbed his schoolbag and rushed out of the house, ignoring the voice behind him. The sun was as hot as a fireball. An umbrella was placed over Lin Shu's head. She put down her shielding hand and looked at the people around her.
"We meet again."
"My classmates, I must see them every day."
Twenty-five-year-old Lin Shu saw a flying bird in the summer when she was fifteen. For this, she dedicated the entire forest, but fate had already marked its price.
[Time and space travel-two-way rush-youth campus-pure love-redemption-sense of destiny]
Intention: The gift of fate comes with a price.
