Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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When Zhao's elder brother heard that the pregnant little sister was back, he brought his family of three back for a reunion.

The family was so lively, Fang Cheng finished coaxing the two elderly people, and had to chat with his uncle and aunt for a while, and it was already night when he was free to play with his mobile phone.

The night sky in the countryside was very bright. Fang Cheng was sitting in the yard wrapped in Grandpa Zhao’s military overcoat. The lantern hanging from the beams reflected his face red, and the breath he exhaled condensed into a wisp of white mist and drifted away.

He took out his mobile phone, saw the message He Yan had left for him, did not reply, and directly dialed the video call.

He Yan's handsome side face with sharp edges and corners soon appeared, and Fang Cheng grinned: "Wow, a picture of a beautiful boy coming out of the bath~"

He Yan had just finished taking a shower, and there was still a towel on his head.

Fang Cheng saw that his background was in a small rental house, and was a little surprised: "Did He Hai not let you stay overnight at his house?"

He Yan wiped his hair, "No, he knows that I like boys and wishes to stay away from me."

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"Are you outside?"

Fang Cheng nodded, "Well! The stars here are so bright!" Then, he adjusted the camera to the rear, looked up at the night sky, "Can you see it?"

"Yes," He Yan on the screen raised the corners of his lips, "It's really beautiful."

Fang Cheng began to ramble on about what he had seen and heard in the village. What kind of aunt wanted a second child, but was scolded by the younger sister? The castle, the great villa next door...

"...if only you were here." He sighed.

He Yan looked at him with soft eyes, and the light-colored pool rippled, "Then take me back next year, okay?"

"Ok!"

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There are still three days before the Chinese New Year, and He Yang seems to be very busy after arriving at He Hai's hometown, and he can't say a few words to Fang Cheng all day long.

Fang Cheng had nothing to do except to accompany the old man, so he thought of going to the temple on the next mountain to fulfill his wish.

When he was reborn, he pretended to be sick in order to move house. If it weren't for the help of the old monk in the temple, it might not have gone so smoothly.

Now that everything is as he wished, it is reasonable to add some incense money.

Years ago, there were more people in the temple than usual. Fang Cheng used to come to worship together with Zhao's grandma, and he was quite familiar with the process.

I wanted to leave just like that, but I heard the voice of Lang reciting the Buddha from the side hall, mixed with some sobbing.

Many people were watching in the corridor leading to the side hall. Fang Cheng leaned over and saw a black and white posthumous photo in front of the hall. The old monk who had helped him was leading his young disciples to save the dead. Holy, but the crying sound could not be heard from the family members behind.

The memory was awakened suddenly, and Fang Cheng suddenly remembered that a group of monks had come to offer salvation at the funeral after Mr. He's death in his previous life. It seemed that Mr. He's cold-faced secretary had invited them.

But at that time, Fang Cheng was distraught, and he came at the end of the funeral. He met the monks who had finished reading scriptures and were about to leave.

Thinking about it now, maybe it was the kind deeds at that time that made him and He Yang feel pity for him and had a chance to do it again.

It took a while to recite Chao Du's scriptures, Fang Cheng looked at it twice and was about to leave. The phone in his pocket trembled slightly, and He Yan received a message.

【Baby Husband: I'm done with things here, I plan to go back to Beijing in the afternoon. 】

Fang Cheng avoided the crowds and found a place to stand against the wall. The two girls who came next to him said, "Do you know that a new marriage tree has been planted in the east courtyard?"

Another girl: "When?"

"It was only a month ago. I heard that there were a lot of young people who came to seek marriage. The old monk wanted to follow the trend, so he asked someone to plant a tree."

"Go and have a look."

The two girls said, got up and walked towards the other side of the hall.

Fang Cheng glanced at the backs of the two, lowered his head and replied:

[Seek the unknown: Is it too rushed? 】

【Baby Husband: I'm uncomfortable here. 】

[Seek the unknown: Well, then come back, but without me to accompany you, you may be a little lonely. 】

【Baby Husband: So what should I do】

Fang Cheng stared at these cold words, but inexplicably, He Yan pursed his lips and acted coquettishly in his mind.

Unable to hold back a chuckle, he replied: [Then I'll go back and accompany you, okay? 】

【Baby Husband: No】

【Baby Husband: I'll go find you. 】

As if he was afraid that Fang Cheng would have concerns, his messages followed one after another:

【Baby Husband: Go Secretly】

[Baby Husband: I won't let my uncles and aunts see it. 】

[Baby Husband: Live in a small hotel. 】

[Baby Husband: Here comes the address. 】

Every time a message comes, the phone will vibrate slightly, and the palms of the hands are involved to the tip of the heart, and the vibration is numb.

Fang Cheng's eyes glowed with warm anticipation: 【Okay, I'll wait for you. 】

After sending him the address, Fang Cheng turned around and followed the two girls in the direction they left.

This temple has actually existed for many years, but according to Grandma Zhao, it seems that after the old monk came to be the abbot, the incense gradually flourished.

Today, when materialism is prevalent, the old monk's methods are extraordinary to be able to manage a dilapidated temple into the current prosperous scene.

Being trendy is just one of his great qualities.

The moment Fang Cheng stepped into the East Courtyard, he realized another of his outstanding qualities—frugality.

The slate floor in the center of the east courtyard was pried up, exposing the yellowish soil.

A sapling that is not as thick as an adult man's arm stands in it, and the bare branches are covered with red rope wooden signs, which makes people worry that in the next second, these branches will be overwhelmed to die.

Even the railings surrounding the saplings are covered with concentric locks.

The young monk who was standing nearby selling signs saw Fang Cheng's gaze lingering on the tree for a long time. He held a lock in one hand and a marriage card in one hand and went up to sell it very wisely: "Little benefactor, do you need a marriage?"

Fang Cheng couldn't put it into words: "This tree isn't cheap, is it? Your temple is so generous..."

"It's okay, it's okay%2C Digging on the mountain..." The monk's words stopped abruptly, and after the pause, he blushed and said, "Buddha's blessings, regardless of high or low."

"Then why not dig a bigger one?"

The monk is very sensitive to the word "big", and smiled subconsciously: "The power of the marriage tree in its infancy is like a growing child. The sooner you hang up the prayer, the closer it will be to your prayer, then you The fate you seek will naturally receive more blessings..."

"..."

"It's not digging! It's the Buddha's blessing!"

Well he believed it.Eighty percent of the roots are complex and difficult to dig.

Fang Cheng bought a marriage token, wrote his and He Yan's names on it, looked at the small tree with no place to hang it, and put the token in his pocket.

"Little benefactor, don't you want to hang it up? I can lend you the stool and hang it higher."

Fang Cheng thought for a while, then shook his head, "No, thank you."