What if you were targeted by a cool and aloof beauty?

"Huh?" This time, An Chen didn't understand.

“I was thinking we should buy two more strips of cloth, then go inside and queue up. We’ll each make a wish. I’ll wish for Meng Ninghua to come find us, and you’ll wish for your health to recover quickly.” Jiu Ge pulled An Chen along as they walked slowly forward, her tone cheerful.

Meng Ninghua has already recognized herself, so she no longer needs to buy masks.

Even if someone were bored enough to draw lots hoping to have a romantic relationship with a "beautiful woman" on the street, Meng Ninghua certainly wouldn't dare to accept it.

"Why didn't you promise me that my body would recover quickly?" An Chen asked, puzzled, upon hearing Jiu Ge's words.

“I can’t let you wish for any women to come to us, or I’ll get jealous.” Jiuge looked at An Chen incredulously.

How could An Chen not even think of this?

"I see." An Chen nodded, indicating that he understood.

"You wouldn't be thinking of granting Meng Ninghua's wish to find you, would you?" Jiuge asked warily.

"No, I just almost thought you didn't care about me that much." An Chen winked at Jiu Ge with an innocent expression.

Actually, he didn't think that much about it.

An Chen's intuition told him that if he answered like that, his and Jiu Ge's positions would be reversed.

"How could this be! I just..." Sure enough, Jiuge was immediately at a loss.

"I suddenly remembered something very serious." She stopped and her expression changed.

"what's up?"

An Chen frowned; Jiu Ge didn't seem to be forcibly changing the subject.

"Have you forgotten what Meng Ninghua asked you to do?"

“…No.” An Chen hesitated for a moment.

"Really?" Jiuge was skeptical.

"Yes, I gave my subordinates a few instructions beforehand," An Chen recalled and confirmed.

Chapter 273 May you have a son soon, for many children bring many blessings! (Seeking monthly votes and subscriptions)

Upon entering the Red Mandarin Duck Temple, Jiuge symbolically bought two red cloth strips.

Even in mausoleums, the sense of ritual is still very important.

"What should I write on this prayer?" An Chen pulled a black pen out of his pocket.

"Write down on both sticks: May An Chen and Jiu Ge realize their respective wishes soon!"

Jiuge believes there is a difference between entrusting one's wishes and actually making a wish.

The wishes you express can be written more broadly, but when making a wish, the goal must be precise and the time span should not be too large.

“Okay, this one will do.” An Chen nodded in understanding.

Without asking any further questions, he first wrote down the wish that Jiu Ge had mentioned on the strip of cloth.

After finishing writing, he handed the pen to Jiuge and asked her to write another one exactly the same.

"All right."

"Ah."

After writing everything down, An Chen tied the two strips of cloth together.

"Hang it a little off-center?" He pulled Jiuge around and looked at the branches, deciding that it would be better to hang it on a less prominent branch of the Bodhi tree, just like last time.

"Yes, yes, it would be best if it were even higher." Jiuge nodded repeatedly.

While searching for a spot, the two were lucky enough to find that the six prayer ribbons they had hung up last time were still in their original positions.

“Still there! These two are hanging together too!” Jiuge stood on tiptoe and pointed to the six prayer ribbons tied together on her head.

This way it will look better and be easier to find.

She felt that if they were all hung together, the wishes entrusted to them would appear more sincere.

“Okay.” An Chen nodded slightly and tied another knot next to the branch.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the eight prayer ribbons swayed slowly in the air like the ribbons of wind chimes.

The sixteen "horns" sway from side to side, and from a distance they look like a giant spider lily.

……

The popularity of the Red Mandarin Duck Temple never disappoints.

Despite the constant stream of strange rumors, people's enthusiasm for trying it out remained undiminished.

There was still a long queue at the entrance of the central hall.

The sounds of chanting filled the air, and the nasal cavity was filled with the strong aroma of incense.

This time, An Chen and Jiu Ge waited in line for almost half an hour again.

"You hardly ever go out to do business with spirits at night anymore. Won't you miss out on some important deals?" When they were almost at the front of the line, Jiu Ge tugged at An Chen's sleeve and suddenly muttered to herself.

"I don't want to either, but what if I get caught by the association if I go out?" An Chen said this without batting an eye.

"You'll get caught?" Jiuge narrowed her eyes.

She clearly didn't believe it.

If they could catch him, they would have caught him long ago.

I was completely fooled back then, let alone others.

"What if?" An Chen shrugged.

“Unless Phantom captures you personally.” Jiuge looked up and briefly analyzed the possible scenarios that An Chen mentioned.

"Or... the association president?" She tilted her head, thinking for a moment about who the association president was.

Over the years, Jiuge seems to have never met either the president or the vice president.

If someone can become the president, they must be incredibly capable.

"That would be best." An Chen turned his head and smiled at Jiu Ge.

“I meant the phantom,” he added.

“You can shamelessly rely on Zhang Zhidong for spirit coins, but… what if you don’t work and a spirit encounters a problem that requires help from a living person?” Jiuge glanced at the little monk and continued to press him relentlessly.

There are only two people left ahead.

“Zhang Zhidong’s professional skills are no worse than mine. And have you noticed that Zhang Zhidong has been busier lately?” An Chen pulled Jiu Ge and took two more steps forward.

"That makes sense..."

Jiuge seemed to understand something and stopped asking questions.

"Besides, isn't my slacking off just so I can sleep in the same bed with you?" An Chen added seriously.

“What?…” Jiuge’s eyes widened, and she pursed her lips.

How can this person be so naturally shameless?

She didn't understand at all.

"Greetings, gentlemen. We can now draw lots."

The people in front of them in line had already left, looking dejected.

It seems that the draw had no chance of being successful.

The young monk held up the lottery box and pointed to the QR code on the table.

“Mm.” An Chen turned around.

Just like last time, he directly scanned the amount on the two receipts with his phone.

Jiu Ge wished for Meng Ninghua to come find her and An Chen, while An Chen wished for his body to recover quickly.

Silently reciting their agreed-upon wish, the two held the lottery box and shook it.

A moment later, a 100% sign and a 60% sign fell out.

"Congratulations to you two! Very few people in our temple can draw 100% of the time. You two will surely have many children and much happiness!" The little monk's pupils dilated, and his eyes looked at An Chen and Jiu Ge with a hint of envy.

He had a feeling that he had seen these two people before.

At that time, I think I wished the young couple a happy marriage.

"Many...many children, many blessings?" Jiuge trembled as she took the note from the little monk, her legs shaking slightly.

"Are you feeling unwell?" The little monk looked at Jiu Ge and suddenly became worried.

"No, she's just too happy." As he spoke, An Chen put his arm around Jiu Ge's waist.

He thanked the little monk, then put his arm around the trembling Jiuge and walked to the entrance of the central hall.

"Calm down, this is standard procedure," An Chen said, suppressing a laugh.

"I...I...I understand..." Jiuge exhaled.

Her face flushed at the thought of the little monk's blessing.

They're not even married yet, and...they're already talking about the kids!

This is so embarrassing!

The process of making a wish was the same as the first time.

I scanned the QR code at the door and paid a small token of my appreciation, 200 yuan.

I bought two sticks of incense and some offerings, and paid extra for the corresponding incense oil.

After setting out fruit and lighting incense sticks, An Chen skillfully placed a basin of water next to the incense burner.

The two silently made their wishes and bowed three times devoutly to the Buddha statue in front of them.

It's the same as before.

As An Chen and Jiu Ge stood up, the host stood up to greet them.

"Meeting is fate, sincere wishes will be granted, let's form a good connection, if you don't want to, we won't force it, may Buddha have mercy, I pray to Amitabha."