Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

A black-and-white photo of the woman was enshrined in front of the tombstone. She smiled gently, but Chen Peiwen broke into a cold sweat.

"1953 to 1980." Chu Yao slowly read out her birthday and memorial date.

Yuan Jiahao was born in the first month of 1980, and at the same time, Yuan's father disappeared.

Qu Huiqiao died of illness in the summer of this year. How could a dying person elope with Yuan's father?

"Axiang, what is going on? What on earth is this..." Chen Peiwen held Chu Yao's hand, her fingertips were terrifyingly cold.

The matter was beyond her ability to bear. This was no longer a simple kidnapping case. She even had the illusion that Qu Huiqiao was taking revenge on them!

The shady things about Yuan's father and Qu Huiqiao had been concealed for decades, and the insiders were all dead. Why were they revealed again?

What’s more, that ghostly recording actually led them to Qu Huiqiao’s grave!

But what does she want?

Could it be that Father Yuan had ruined her reputation, so he asked Father Yuan's daughter and son to compensate her?

But the two children are not innocent. Not to mention Yuan Jiahao's congenital disability, even Yuan Jiaxiang has not experienced much father's love, let alone any nurturing grace.

Chen Peiwen's eyes were blank, and she murmured: "I have heard that ghosts live by obsession, so they will be particularly willing to accept death. It only believes that it is right, and will unscrupulously retaliate against others, regardless of whether they are innocent or not. .Are we... afraid that we will be entangled? "

"Cousin, look, there is something on the ground." Chu Yao interrupted her.

Suddenly, Chen Peiwen seemed to be suddenly pulled back to the real world. She took a closer look and saw a small and exquisite purse lying on the ground.

Chu Yao stepped forward and picked up the purse. This purse was only the size of a thumb. It was definitely not a real purse, but just an accessory hanging on a backpack.

When she saw the words sewn on it clearly, Chen Peiwen was really surprised, "Qian'an Temple?"

"Do you know this temple?" Chu Yao asked.

"You don't know?" Chen Peiwen was even more surprised, "Oh, that's right... you had already gone to the Imperial Capital at that time."

She explained in detail that Qian'an Temple is located in their hometown of Hongyong County. It used to be famous for its strong incense, especially for seeking marriage and heirs, and it was very effective.

It is said that the origin of Qian'an Temple is because an enlightened master passed by Hongyong County and passed on all his lifelong learning to a local young monk. The young monk's Dharma name was "Qian'an".

Qian'an has a strong understanding and can understand everything at a glance. After his master passed away, he took his place and carried forward the knowledge imparted by his master. This is how Qian'an Temple was founded.

When Chen Peiwen was a teenager, she also longed for the love of "I want to have the same person and stay together forever".

She heard that as long as a woman hangs handmade embroidery or frequently worn ornaments on the marriage tree of Qian'an Temple, she will meet her right match, so she did so.

"But, I have never learned to embroider anything. The school only has half a day off every month. If I miss it, I have to wait for a long time, so I have to hang the half-embroidered handkerchief on the tree." Chen Peiwen said mockingly, "I would have known better. It’s so effective, it’s better not to embroider.”

Her marriage, which had lasted twenty-five years, was now a relationship in name only, with only her two children as a bond to her husband.

"By the way, my aunt also went to Qian'an Temple when she wanted to ask for a girl before. Maybe you don't even remember it, right?"