At this moment, Fu Zhen, who was still working in the office, suddenly felt a chill on his back and sneezed. He thought that he had caught a cold because he had not covered himself with the blanket last night. He had to get Auntie Sun to cook some ginger soup for him when he got back, it would be bad if he were to spread it to Si Mi!

Fu Kun looked at Ming An, who was chanting sutras and knocking on wooden fish. It looked very real. Gradually, he began to believe that perhaps this monk had some real abilities!

Half an hour later, Ming An opened his eyes and looked at them. His face was a little pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat. "True Dragon's fate! This person is someone who can achieve great things. I can't stop him!"

Yan Min looked at him and was very nervous and expectant. "Then what should we do, Master?"

"I borrowed some of his luck! When you go back, put this on your son. Maybe things will turn around!" Ming An handed the talisman he had just recited to Yan Min. He had been holding the talisman in his hand the whole time and handed it to Yan Min. "The water pipe is worth a lot of money! Pay attention to those who come back from the water recently!" he said in an unfathomable manner, then he waved his hand to signal that they could go back!

Yan Min wanted to ask a few more questions, but was stopped by Fu Kun. He said, "Let's go! Today, thank you for your guidance, Master!"

After he pulled her out, Yan Min asked Fu Kun, "Why are you in such a hurry? I still have to ask Master how long Fu Xing will need to wear this talisman! What did he mean by borrowing Fu Zhen's luck? What was the turning point of the matter? Why should we pay attention to people on the water?" Fu Kun looked at Yan Min. She was a little obsessed. He himself was skeptical of this monk's words!

He patted Yan Min's shoulder. "Alright! Let's go to the car first! We'll talk when we get back."

"Hey... You, wait for me!" Seeing Fu Kun walking in front with big strides, Yan Min hurried to follow him!

When they returned to the car, Fu Kun leaned against the car and lit a cigarette for himself. Yan Min looked at his solemn face and asked softly, "Why are you like this?"

"How trustworthy do you think Ming An's words are?" Fu Kun narrowed his eyes as he looked into the distance. The sky had darkened and the sea was a little foggy!

Yan Min clutched her bag tightly as she thought about the talisman. "Why don't you believe it!? Master Ming An's words were very accurate! That Li family's wife came to ask for her daughter's marriage and also took a talisman back. In the end, just a month later, she said that she was going to get married! Her husband is a pretty good person!"

Yan Min looked at Fu Kun. "You don't believe me?"

Fu Kun didn't say anything, but Yan Min was anxious. She said, "What's the big deal! Anyway, to us, even if there's no effect, there's no loss! There's no need to think so much!"

"Will that harm Fu Zhen?" Fu Kun put down the cigarette in his hand and looked at Yan Min!

"Isn't that just right? He's been bullying us for so many years. It's time for him to come down! You're the eldest son of the Fu family! What are you afraid of him for? The old lady is still here. He won't be able to turn the sky upside down!"

As Yan Min said this, her expression was very heavy. She steeled her heart and said, "Let's give it a try first! Get in the car, let's go home!"

Fu Kun watched Yan Min get in the car, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stamped it out with his foot. He let out a slight sigh. 'Forget it! Let's give it a try.' If monk Ming An was really that godly, he would have become an immortal long ago! What was the point of staying in this shabby temple!

They drove down the mountain. There was a sneaky figure at the entrance of the temple, and they returned to Ming An's meditation room. Si Ling listened to his words and smiled faintly. Pei Hong looked at the teacup in Ming An's hand, "Thank you very much, Master!"

Ming An smiled. The monk who was still covered in holy light a moment ago seemed to have disappeared. There was an evil look in his eyes. "That's easy to say! I still have to thank Fifth Master Pei for taking care of the temple for so many years! It's a small matter. There's no need to thank me."

Ming An turned his head to look at Si Ling and asked, "Who is that person whose fate and destiny are extremely overbearing?"

Si Ling lowered her head slightly, and the corners of her mouth were slightly sarcastic. "He can be considered my brother-in-law! Or..." She touched her bulging belly, and her smile widened. "Second Uncle is more accurate!" She looked like she had gone crazy.

Pei Hong took a sip of tea and asked Ming An, "Can that talisman really borrow Fu Zhen's fate?"

Ming An nodded, and Pei Hong became anxious. "Then why didn't you leave it to me? What does it mean to give it to that kid from his family?"

Ming An softly chanted the name of Buddha. "This person's luck is so strong that it's not something you can bear. Giving it to the father of the girl's unborn child is actually more appropriate! Doesn't Miss Si Ling still have to go back? Isn't it only right to give them some gifts?"