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In the darkness of the early morning, everyone climbed the stairs, and occasionally the fireworks that suddenly shot into the sky illuminated the path under their feet.

At the top of the steps, next to the huge brass incense burner, the old abbot, wearing a worn-out cassock, stood in the wind. This was the first time in decades that he had come out in person to greet this group of people.

But his unfathomable eyes were fixed only on the man in the front.

There is no president in the temple, only faith.

Everyone stopped in front of the brightly lit main hall. The bluestone road beneath their feet was dimly illuminated by the lights, and countless sandalwood incense sticks were burning in the incense tower not far away.

Smoke with a bitter aroma lingered behind these well-dressed people.

Fu Haitang, dressed in a solemn black coat and carrying a sharp sense of business, stood at the front of the crowd and looked into the eyes of the old abbot.

"Master Fu, you have had a very hard time this year."

The old abbot had a deep smile on his wrinkled face, and he was slowly twisting the strange Buddhist beads in his hand. Fu Haitang thought he had seen countless people, but at this moment he could not see through the meaning in his cloudy eyes.

"Master Abbot, I haven't seen you for a year. I hope you are well."

The old abbot nodded and glanced at the crowd, "Madam is not here."

Judging from his tone, he seemed to have expected this.

"She won't come again." Fu Haitang handed the scroll to Fu Chunhe, took out the first incense stick that had been prepared long ago, and lit it in the fire burner.

The first incense stick was as thick as his wrist. He held it in front of the incense burner filled with sandalwood fragrance, looked at the gods and Buddhas in the hall, and suddenly he stopped moving.

His attitude as a superior over the years has given him a terrifying aura. Even if he stands alone in front of a copper furnace, it seems as if the world is under his feet.

No one knows what he is thinking at this moment.

The old abbot stepped slowly to his side in his cloth shoes and said, "Madam, you have had a harder year."

Fu Haitang did not comment. Of course, she had a hard life. She lost a finger, was deaf in her left ear, was bitten by snakes all over her body, had amnesia, and even had a cut on her face, the part that she cared about the most.

If any one of these things happened to her, he would be heartbroken, let alone all of them.

But now, she doesn't need him to feel sorry for her.

Everyone stood ten meters away from Fu Haitang and the old abbot, waiting quietly for Fu Haitang to finish burning incense.

The rising flames entangled with the sandalwood smoke in the air, and then disappeared over the temple. Under the smoke, there was the tall but lonely figure of a man.

In previous years, she and he stood here together to light the first incense stick of the new year at Shangmingshan Temple.

The old abbot's face was full of traces of time, yet beneath the calmness, he seemed to be indifferent as if he had seen through everything.

"What you and your wife have done is more than just saving thousands of people. It is a blessing for future generations and a great merit."

"Ah……"

Fu Haitang sneered, "What great merit? She is just compassionate and wants to be the savior. Me? I am just a businessman. If she didn't insist on getting involved in these things, I wouldn't bother."

The old abbot looked at him and said, "You're not willing to accept it, are you? You're not willing to accept that after all you've been through together, she still chooses to leave you."

"You are quite gossipy. Why didn't I see you care about these worldly affairs of ordinary people before?"

He does not believe in Buddhism, and comes here every year just to follow the rules passed down by his ancestors. According to Fu Haitang's original words: "Believe in Buddhism? It's better to believe in me."

"I don't want to care, but you three have suffered so much for all living beings. Before I die, I have to repay you for all living beings. This is also due to fate."

"Also? Haha, no need, I don't believe it." Fu Haitang inserted the incense into the incense burner and looked up at the upturned eaves of the main hall with disdain.

Just lift your leg and walk away.

It was late at night, and the only light in front of the hall was the blazing fire in the stove. The old abbot's cloudy eyes were reflected white by the fire.

He didn't stop Fu Haitang.

He had seen in Fu Haitang a soul that was completely desperate and dead.

The old abbot's hand that was twisting the Buddhist beads suddenly stopped and shook his head, "That's fine, let Donor Song make the decision..."

Li He walked forward, stood beside the old abbot, and looked at Fu Haitang's departing back: "I said, this time he really won't look back, don't worry about it, the two of them are so twisted, maybe it's a good thing to separate. But what did you mean last time when you said that Song Weiyu's fate was dark?"

"I'm going to die soon."

"What? Not really. Although her memory is not good, her physical indicators are normal."

The old abbot twisted his Buddhist beads again beside the dim light and said, "I won't live long."

Li He stopped the old abbot from leaving and ignored the puzzled expressions of the people nearby: "Can you crack it?"

"I am a monk, not a god. I cannot break it."