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Chapter 450: Are those dreams actually 'Schrödinger's dreams'?
After waiting in line for a long time, it was her turn. Suddenly, a monk appeared out of nowhere and walked up to Xu Su. He put his hands together and bowed slightly to her, making a gesture of invitation.

Xu Su was inexplicably invited into the side courtyard of the temple, which was probably not open to pilgrims. Inside, there was an older monk in red robes, looking at her with his hands lowered.

Xu Su's heart tightened slightly, feeling that he was about to be seen through by this glance.

But upon closer inspection, I found that what the monk seemed to be looking at was... the Buddhist beads hanging around her neck, the ones Zhou Mochen had brought to her.

"Hello, Master," Xu Su bowed and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with my Buddhist beads?"

The old monk shook his head slightly: "The spiritual objects that have been enshrined in front of Puhua Temple for more than a hundred years can calm the mind and calm the soul, prolong life, how can it be bad?"

Xu Su was stunned, knowing that this bead was worth a lot of money, but he didn't expect it to be so valuable.

The gate of Puhua Temple dares to open in the capital. Every day, countless celebrities and high-ranking officials come to pay homage. There must be a few brushes. Such a temple has been enshrined for more than 100 years. Even a piece of grass will be fought over, let alone Said that the material of the Buddhist beads around her neck is obviously quite special.

How spiritual it must be to be praised by the master of the snow area as "spiritual creature".

But these are not important. What is important is why she was invited here. Xu Su wanted to ask, but the old monk took the lead in pouring her a cup of tea and motioned for her to sit opposite him.

Xu Su patiently sipped a few sips of tea, and then heard the old monk ask: "Has the donor ever been troubled by dreams?"

"That's right," Xu Su was not too surprised. She nodded lightly: "Before I put on this prayer bead, I had several dreams. Those dreams were so fake that I couldn't distinguish reality from fiction."

In fact, Xu Su has always wanted to know whether the image of the 35-year-old Zhou Mochen guarding her in her dream a year ago was a reflection of her thoughts day and night, or whether her soul really passed through it. Unknown means returned to that world, and everything seen in the dream was real.

And there is...

Although that young man Zhou Mochen was confirmed to be a dream by the jealous person in reality, Xu Su would still think about it in her heart from time to time, as if there was really such a person waiting for her in some parallel world, always waiting for her.

Xu Su felt uneasy just thinking about it, as if someone very important was being forgotten by her...

She was full of confusion and thought she would get the answer here. Unexpectedly, the old monk in front of her smiled slightly: "False is true, and true is false."

Xu Su: "..."

If she hadn't looked at him a bit inscrutable and easy to mess with, she would have wanted to say: please speak human words.

Who wants to hear him say these specious words that make people even more confused?

Perhaps her expression was too difficult to express in words, so the old monk added: "Don't be obsessed with what is true and what is false. Many times, what is true or false is just a matter of your thoughts."

There was peace and tranquility in his eyes.

Xu Su silently thought about the meaning of his words, but still didn't understand.

So, those dreams were actually 'Schrödinger's dreams'?
She continued to ask, but the old monk stopped answering and started chanting sutras with his eyes closed.

Xu Su was furious. Why did he call her here just to be the Riddler?

Then wouldn't the queue she finally got in be in vain?

This evil fire dissipated quickly after the old monk offered to help her consecrate the bracelet.

By the time she walked out of the hall with the eminent monk's limited edition consecration bracelet, the collective consecration ceremony outside the hall had almost been completed. Only a few believers were still staying, asking for advice from the monks inside the hall.

Both Xika and Xi Zirong Jiang Chusheng were waiting for her. When they saw Xu Su coming out, Xi Zirong strode forward, held her arm, and looked down at her: "Where have you been?" "Yes, why are you here to ask for help?" Do all Buddhas receive special treatment?" Sika looked unconvinced: "Obviously we are together, but that little monk invited you in!"

Xu Su completely forgot about his ignorance and stupidity, and boasted without shame: "Maybe I have a fate with Buddha, so the master specially invited me to come in to meet him."

She shook the bracelet in her hand and deliberately teased her: "The limited edition is one-on-one consecrated and blessed by an eminent monk."

Sika said sourly: "I called you in just to give you a personal blessing?"

Xu Suke didn't want to tell those riddles, so he nodded without any guilt: "Yes, and it's free of charge."

Because there is no charge, it cannot be a scam, so Sika is even more upset.

Xi Zirong, who was silent at the side, suddenly came over and asked in a low voice: "Susu, who are you going to give this bracelet to?"

"..." Xu Su looked at him with big bright eyes, then looked down at Xi Zirong's hand on his arm. The silver ring she gave him was still on his finger.

His eyes were burning, and he was about to give it up. Xu Su couldn't resist anymore and put the bracelet on his wrist: "Here you go, give it to you, give it to you."

Xi Zirong smiled contentedly, and if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to hug her tightly.

Therefore, this agate bracelet that Xu Su bought from a Tibetan and was blessed one-on-one by an eminent monk finally belonged to Xi Zirong.

In fact, when she bought it, she planned to give it to Zhou Mochen...

As soon as he walked out of the main entrance of Showa Temple, Xu Su met another Riddler.

This time it was a monk who was preaching sutras. In Buddhist holy places, sutra preachers can be seen almost everywhere. When Xu Su passed by, he glanced casually and was stopped by this sutra preacher.

The master inside spoke Chinese after all, but the preacher spoke authentic Tibetan. Xu Su was confused.

Fortunately, there were kind-hearted people nearby who were proficient in Chinese and tried to help translate:
"The master said..." The young Tibetan man stopped abruptly mid-sentence, and his already red face turned even redder.

"Little brother," Sika urged: "You should just say what the master said!"

"The master said..." The Tibetan man stammered and spoke to Xu Su: "You are a stranger, and your soul does not belong to the stranger here."

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Sika burst out laughing: "Is it such a compliment in Xue District to praise someone's beauty? Stranger? Why don't you say you are a fairy, a fairy from heaven to earth?"

The man's face turned redder. Apparently, he felt that the preacher was praising the girl's beauty...

On the contrary, Xu Su was silent.

She was really shocked. Are there so many experts in this place?
Anyone who meets a sutra preacher can say this.

Even Xi Zirong and Jiang Chusheng seemed to think this was a compliment to Xu Su's good looks. After all, no one would casually suspect that their friend was not a 'local', right?

Saying goodbye to the very eager preacher who spoke Tibetan they didn't understand, the few of them casually found a local restaurant for a meal, walked around the nearby streets a few times, and experienced the life of compatriots in the snowy area. After the daily routine, the night gradually closes.

A group of four people stepped on the afterglow of the setting sun and returned to the hotel.

(End of this chapter)