In the village where I live, there is such a tradition.
When every girl and young man turns 18, she has to go to the Karma Temple in the village to draw her own mahogany card. The mahogany sign has numbers engraved on it. There are two pairs of such mahogany cards, one for men and one for women. After they draw the cards, they are placed with people who have the same numbered cards. They will be blessed by the gods and the whole village. This can also be said to be a ritual in our village.
Master said that gods never misjudge people. I nodded. As far as I know, the gods don't seem to have messed with the mandarin ducks.
My name is Anan and I have no parents. I am an orphan. According to what Master said, he picked me up at the temple gate. I have been living in the temple and have received many people who came to ask for cards. Each of them had the same expression when they came, nothing more than nervousness, fear, and anticipation. And their expressions when they left were smiling or crying. It's like a lottery, everyone gets a prize, but as for the prize... It's hard to say. As a result, everyone could only accept it silently.
Last year, I also drew my own cards. I also know that the card opposite me has not yet been drawn. Because I am responsible for organizing those cards and then waiting for someone to take those cards away.
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