Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

Situ Yuan felt like the world was magical. He was a senior this year and he had classes at 8 a.m. today. Nothing unexpected happened along the way, and even when he returned to his residence, nothing unexpected happened.

The little squirrel dragged his tender yellow rice bowl to Situ Yuan, pointed at the empty bowl and protested: What time is it? Why don’t you cook quickly? It won’t be good for you if the little squirrel starves to death.

Song Guo experienced the happiness of a cat.

The little squirrel eagerly began to brainwash Situ Yuan, saying, "It is your honor to be the little squirrel's owner!"

Situ Yuan held the little squirrel in a trance, buried his face in the little squirrel's soft belly, and sucked it again and again like a pervert.

The warm feeling from its belly made the little squirrel's hair stand on end. It pushed Situ Yuan's head hard with its little paws, cursing under its breath.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" He didn't know who had told him yesterday with such solemn promise that they would not raise him and would send him away when they found a suitable person.

Who is he trying to fool with his perverted look? The little squirrel won't fall for it.

Situ Yuan didn't understand, and muttered to the little squirrel: "Little guy, do you know? I am a real unlucky guy, but now things are getting weirder. I haven't been unlucky since last night. Do you think my bad luck has dissipated?"

Situ Yuan still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Could he become like an ordinary person?

Situ Yuan's breathing became heavy and his heart beat faster, thumping, as if it were the sound of a red-hot iron rod being struck by a blacksmith.

"Little guy, I want to take you to a place."

Song Guo was sitting on the pet bag on the passenger seat, chewing melon seeds. Where was A Yuan going to take him?

Why are we driving further and further away? Song Guo was sitting on his tail. The road was too bumpy and his butt was a little sore.

Song Guo watched Situ Yuan turn left and right, and then drove out of the small road and onto a main road with a constant stream of vehicles coming and going on the road.

Situ Yuan stopped the car, took the little squirrel out, and comforted it, "Little guy, you can't drive up here, you can only walk up. I'll carry you."

Song Guo looked at his lover who seemed to be familiar with the place and felt a little curious. What was this place for?

The little squirrel's doubts were soon explained. The little squirrel saw a temple, surrounded by smoke and exuding a sense of mystery. On the way up the mountain, Song Guo saw many people going up and down the mountain.

I listened to it.

"This Lingyin Temple is very powerful. Last time I asked for a talisman and put it on my grandson. My sick grandson got better the next day. Now I am here to fulfill my wish."

"Me too. My wife has been ill for a long time. Since coming to Lingyin Temple to worship Buddha, my wife's health has been getting better day by day."

"I listened to the master of Lingyin Temple and broke up with my girlfriend. I regretted it for a month after the breakup. Then a month later I saw the news that my girlfriend was arrested on TV. It turned out that she was a fraudster. Fortunately, I listened to the master, otherwise I would have lost both my money and my girlfriend. Now, I come to seek marriage again, and the master said I have to wait a few more years..."

Is this Lingyin Temple really that magical? Song Guo looked at the Lingyin Temple on the mountain, his eyes full of curiosity.

The outline of Lingyin Temple gradually became clear in Song Guo's eyes. An ancient building appeared in Song Guo's eyes. The golden light sprinkled on the red walls of the temple, making it look solemn and mysterious.

A breeze blows by, and the air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, making people feel relaxed and happy.

There are many pilgrims holding incense and worshiping devoutly in the temple, and there are monks at the entrance of the main hall interpreting the fortunes for the pilgrims. The incense is curling in the main hall, and the Buddha statues are solemn and sacred, which makes people involuntarily respect them.

Song Guo also unconsciously put away his playful thoughts. The leisurely sound of the bells ringing in the temple made Song Guo feel that his soul was purified.

"Mr. Situ, you are here. The abbot has been waiting for a long time." The round-faced little monk with a scar on his head put his hands together, and did not seem to be at all surprised by Situ Yuan's arrival.

"Thank you, Master Mingjing."

Moving to the backyard, Song Guo, who was in his lover's arms, saw a kind-looking monk wearing a red cassock and holding a string of Bodhi beads. As expected, this should be the abbot of Lingyin Temple.

The abbot had a kind and profound face, and his eyes revealed a wisdom that came from seeing through the world.

Abbot Minghui looked at Situ Yuan and the little squirrel and smiled kindly, "Donor Situ is blessed with good fortune. I think your bad luck has been suppressed."

Song Guo looked at the abbot, horrified. He felt like he was being seen through. Could it be that the abbot knew his identity?! Song Guo bit his little paw. This was really possible.

There are strange people hiding in the world, and the abbot is probably that kind of strange person.

Situ Yuan's face was filled with excitement. "Master, lucky star? You mean, there is a lucky star next to me that can suppress my bad luck. Who is that person? What should I do?"

The excited emotions were like a bursting dam, clouding Situ Yuan's calm mind.

"That donor is as far away as the horizon and as close as we are. Donor Situ, just follow your heart." The abbot said meaningfully.

Song Guo suddenly realized: this abbot really knew his identity.

"Is it, is it you, Master Minghui?" Situ Yuan subconsciously thought that the person he was talking about was the Master Minghui in front of him. Song Guo could no longer tolerate it. Why did his lover act so stupidly at the critical moment? !

The abbot almost named him! It was this little squirrel! Silly A Yuan!

The abbot put his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I am so ashamed. That person is not me, but the Squirrel in the arms of Situ. The Squirrel has great luck and can restrain your bad luck, or even completely solve your bad luck."

"And I see that Situ, the donor, has a lucky star and good luck with love. This peach blossom has been with you for several lifetimes. I hope you will cherish it while you are with it."

Situ Yuan looked down at the lively little squirrel in his arms, and the fog in his heart dissipated. Yes, yes, he had never been unlucky since he met the little guy.

The little guy is his lucky star! This realization makes Situ Yuan happy. He likes the feeling of having a deep bond with the little guy.

It's like, they will never be separated.

"Thank you, little guy!" Situ Yuan couldn't help hugging the little squirrel and kissing it again and again. The abbot lowered his head and whispered, "Amitabha, don't look at anything inappropriate, don't listen to anything inappropriate."

Situ Yuan smiled awkwardly, thinking of his luck with love, and asked tentatively, "Master, when will I meet my love?"

"The secret cannot be revealed." The abbot smiled.

Situ Yuan was slightly disappointed. Having been single for more than 20 years and suffering from his bad luck, Situ Yuan never dared to fantasize about his other half.

Now that he was told that his romantic luck had arrived, Situ Yuan was filled with curiosity. What kind of person was the other person?