After his rebirth, Mr. Fu panicked

"Yaoyao, why are you here?"

Mother Fu looked at Su Yaoyao in front of her with astonishment, her eyes full of surprise.

"Aunt, why is it you?"

Su Yaoyao was equally shocked. Her voice involuntarily rose an octave and her eyes widened as if she had seen something incredible.

She stared blankly at the person standing in front of her - Fu Yanchuan's mother, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

Mother Fu smiled slightly, and that smile was as warm as the spring breeze, revealing a kind of kindness and love.

She said softly, "I come here during these days every month, firstly to pray for peace and happiness for my family, and secondly to take this opportunity to find a moment of peace in my heart."

As she spoke, Mother Fu slowly looked around, her eyes revealing deep attachment and admiration.

She seemed to be having a conversation with this ancient and sacred place, and seemed to be recalling every detail of the past.

Every blade of grass, every tree, every house and every tile here have special meaning to her, and carry her endless longing and beautiful memories.

At this moment, Su Yaoyao could feel the sincere emotions deep in Fu's mother's heart, and was also infected by this atmosphere.

She stared at Mother Fu quietly, trying to read more stories from her eyes...

Mother Fu turned her head and looked at Su Yaoyao. Her eyes were full of curiosity. She asked softly, "How come you, Yaoyao, such a young and beautiful girl likes to come to a place like this?"

In Fu's mother's eyes, this ancient temple seems to carry the endless vicissitudes of time and the weight of history. The mysterious atmosphere it exudes usually attracts those elderly people who have experienced the ups and downs of life and tasted all kinds of flavors to come and seek spiritual comfort.

A young girl like Su Yaoyao should be more interested in fashion trends or vibrant entertainment venues in a bustling city.

Mother Fu frowned slightly and shook her head gently, with a trace of doubt on her face: "Most young people nowadays don't take the so-called metaphysics seriously, thinking that it is just feudal superstition, but you are interested in it, why is that?"

There was no blame or questioning in her tone; it was purely out of concern for the younger generation and curiosity about new things.

For example, her son never believed in these things.

Su Yaoyao was slightly stunned, and then said lightly, "Aunt, I am just like you, eager to find spiritual comfort in this tranquility."

Su Yaoyao said softly, her tone revealing a hint of sadness and seeking.

When Mrs. Fu heard this, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in her eyes, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her face. It was obvious that she had a certain degree of doubt about what Su Yaoyao said.

Her gaze involuntarily moved slowly, and finally stopped on the string of Buddhist beads that Su Yaoyao was holding tightly, which exuded a deep luster.

Mother Fu narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at the Buddhist beads carefully, her brows gradually furrowed, as if she was trying hard to recall something.

Suddenly, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came over me, like a breeze blowing across the calm lake, causing ripples.

This feeling was both familiar and strange, causing Mother Fu to fall into deep thought.

She once wore such a string of Buddhist beads. At that time, she was newly married to Fu Yanchuan's father and was pregnant, but unfortunately she was framed and the fetus died in her belly.

Since then, she has been haunted by nightmares every night, making her miserable. In desperation, she went to the temple to seek help and told the abbot about her experience.

The master was compassionate and arranged a solemn ceremony for her, and told her to wear the Buddhist beads for a full 49 days.

During this period, she recited scriptures devoutly and chanted Buddha's name and prayed sincerely every day.

Perhaps it was God's mercy, or the boundless power of Buddhism, but since I started wearing the Buddhist beads, those nagging nightmares have gradually disappeared without a trace.

A year later, she gave birth to a son and named him Fu Yanchuan.

She treasured the string of Buddhist beads as if it were a talisman.

"Salvation beads?" Mother Fu's voice was filled with disbelief and doubt, "Yaoyao, who are you going to use this to save?"

Su Yaoyao looked up at the sound, her clear eyes flashing with determination. She looked at Mother Fu, as if assessing her reaction, "Do you know this person?"

Mother Fu nodded, her expression becoming serious. "Well! I am also half Buddhist, so I naturally know this thing. This string of Buddhist beads is called the beads for salvation, and it is specially used to save the souls of those who died abnormally. Yaoyao, you..."

She stopped talking abruptly, and didn't dare to ask Su Yaoyao, for fear of making her sad...