After sharing a body with her husband

This truly surprised Shang Lingjun; it was astonishing that these two masters of Taoism and Buddhism could maintain such a harmonious relationship.

Grand Master Meng Shu spotted Lord Shang Ling at a glance.

"The old lady then discussed scriptures and doctrines with the holy monk. This humble monk has a few words I'd like to say to this young lady. Come with me."

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) was taken aback. In fact, he wanted to stay and listen to what the Holy Monk Hui'en had to say, but since the Grand Preceptor Meng Shu had spoken, he couldn't refuse the Grand Preceptor's request. He could only wait until he returned to ask the Holy Monk for advice.

What does he want to say to me? Last time at the Xie family, his exorcism ritual was just a bunch of pretentious nonsense to fool people.

Shang Lingjun had some doubts.

"It wouldn't hurt to go and listen," Huo Chuan said.

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) left the courtyard with Grand Master Meng Shu, of course, with Qingzhi by his side.

The Venerable Monk Hui'en looked at the back of Grand Master Meng Shu and gently shook his head.

Grand Preceptor Meng Shu simply strode forward quickly without saying a word, leaving Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) following behind, forcing him to quicken his pace.

He had completely lost his patience and called out to Meng Shu.

"Your Excellency, what would you like to teach me? I am all ears."

Grand Master Meng Shu turned around, his expression very serious.

"This must be your first time here. You don't know the rules of the Venerable Monk Hui'en. He only answers questions for one person at a time."

Shang Lingjun (Huo Chuan) was stunned. He had never heard of such a rule before. Why was that?

"Thank you for the reminder, Imperial Advisor."

Grand Preceptor Meng Shu grunted, then pulled something from his chest and forcefully shoved it into Shang Lingjun's hand.

"Here, have another amulet for good luck."

Having said that, Grand Master Meng Shu turned around gracefully, waved his hand casually, and strode away.

"Let's go, let's go back!"

Huo Chuan: "..."

Shang Yaojun: "..."

That's it?

The two spoke in unison.

When Shang Lingjun hurriedly returned to the courtyard with the amulet, Old Madam Wei had already left the courtyard and the gate was closed.

"The Venerable Monk Hui'en is about to enter a period of quiet meditation. Please, both of you benefactors."

The monk who was leading the way made a gesture of invitation and led the way ahead.

"But I still have something to ask the Holy Monk Hui'en..." Shang Lingjun said anxiously.

When she rushed back, Shang Lingjun had already regained her body because Huo Chuan's jogging posture was too rough, and Shang Lingjun couldn't stand how ugly she looked.

The monk shook his head and said:

"Since we are not destined to meet today, please come again another day."

Shang Lingjun was taken aback. Since the Holy Monk Huien had already answered the question for Old Madam Wei, what problem was there for her to come again now?

They actually tried to kick people out.

Having no other choice, Lady Shang Lingjun could only leave dejectedly with Old Lady Wei.

It seems neither the Taoist priest nor the monk could see that we are two souls of one body; otherwise, they would have surely taken in your wandering spirit.

Shang Lingjun also gave up. If that old monk could really see through it, he would have said something long ago.

Huo Chuan: [...]

Wandering ghosts...

Actually, whether it's Taoism or Buddhism, the methods of judging fate and resolving doubts don't reveal destiny or the assistance of the underworld or the living; they're just about observing people's words and expressions.

Fortune tellers predict the depths of people's hearts, using esoteric language to reveal the hopes and anxieties hidden deep within your heart.

Those profound and esoteric proverbs are ambiguous statements; their deeper meaning depends entirely on your own interpretation.

Shang Lingjun found Huo Chuan's words quite reasonable.

That makes so much sense!

At this moment, Granny Qiu sighed:

"The holy monk truly lives up to his name; every word he speaks is imbued with Zen wisdom."

Old Madam Wei looked lost in thought, muttering to herself:

"Follow the will of Heaven, turn your heart toward the light, and good fortune will come naturally... Every word of the eminent monk is a wise saying. Jing'an, let's offer some more lamp oil to the temple."

Granny Qiu responded with a "Yes."

"Ati, did you understand what that means?" Huo Chuan asked.

[What does that mean?] Shang Lingjun really didn't understand.

[Guess how much it costs to make an offering?]

Since Shang Lingjun couldn't guess, she simply asked directly, of course, in a very soft voice:

"Mother-in-law, how much lamp oil should we offer?"

Old Madam Wei also offered her some answers:

"Since you are new to Puji Temple and do not know the rules, according to the Xie family's social standing, donating one hundred taels of incense oil money at a time would show your sincerity."

Shang Lingjun's pupils contracted. A hundred taels of silver! That's a lot of money.

Suddenly, she thought of something and pressed for an answer:

"What if I wish to see the Venerable Monk Hui'en?"

Granny Qiu raised two fingers and said reverently:

"The holy monk possesses great supernatural powers. If one could obtain even a single word of enlightenment from him, it would be worth spending any amount of money."

Shang Lingjun's lips twitched. Two hundred taels!

That's enough for an average family to live on for a lifetime!

No wonder that old monk said the opportunity wasn't right, and that we'd have to give him another two hundred taels next time we met.

No wonder you can only see one person at a time!

Shang Lingjun was about to speak, but seeing the way Old Madam Wei was deeply reprimanded, she swallowed her words back.

Never mind, the old lady has a knot in her heart that's hard to untie. After listening to what the Holy Monk Hui'en said, she clearly felt relieved. Consider it money spent to buy her a good mood.

"Go with the flow, keep your heart towards the light, and good fortune will come naturally." Doesn't this mean you should accept your fate, keep a positive attitude, and good luck will come? I could say that kind of comforting thing too!

Shang Lingjun couldn't help but complain to Huo Chuan in her heart.

Even someone as sensible as Old Madam Wei could so readily believe the monk's words. It seems that everyone has weaknesses.

[Different statuses carry different weight in their words.]

Huo Chuan's tone was tinged with amusement.

Shang Lingjun sighed helplessly.

But didn't the Venerable Monk Hui'en also mention the possibility of auspicious omens? Could it just be a coincidence?

Actually, this custom of seeking good fortune through marriage is not uncommon. If there is a seriously ill person in the family, marrying a wife to bring good luck and change the family's fortune is a viable option.

Lord Shang Ling sighed for a moment.

So what should we do?

These two, with their exaggerated and mysterious reputations, are either Taoist priests who talk nonsense or monks who speak with golden words. They all speak in the same way, in a fog, deliberately confusing you.

Is there really no deity who can help resolve their current situation of being two souls in one body?

"That's fine, it's good enough as it is," Huo Chuan said.

Shang Lingjun pursed her lips slightly, then she had no choice but to give up her fantasies and accept the status quo of coexistence.

in fact……

With Huo Chuan around, it's really quite nice. He helps with many things she can't do herself, and he's also very perceptive, making him a great helper in life.

Could it be that Huo Chuan is a gift of rebirth bestowed upon her by the heavens?

Then she should accept it calmly!

Shang Lingjun made up her mind that she would never try to "exorcise" herself again, because this ghost was really quite good.

【No, you can't tell the old lady I'm skilled in martial arts. I can't do anything! I'm weak and can't lift heavy objects. It'll give myself away eventually!】

Shang Lingjun suddenly realized this.

"Then I'll teach you; consider it a way to improve your health," Huo Chuan said.

"Aren't you tired? I'm a rather lazy person..."

Shang Lingjun muttered softly.

Green tea is delicate and fragile; how could it possibly have the strength to uproot mountains and dominate the world?

This doesn't fit her public image.

Huo Chuan: [...]

"Fine, then. Next time something like this happens, I'll handle it."

He himself didn't realize that his helpless tone contained a hint of doting affection.

Thank you so much, Chuan Chuan! It's so great to have you! Let's have a wonderful time together in the future!

Shang Lingjun has always been sweet-talking.

A gentle warmth spread through Huo Chuan's heart. [Okay, it was pleasant to get along.]

He chuckled softly.