After being reborn, you say I have to rely on the villain to survive?

He has so many wives and so many children, how could he possibly come to find his own marriage?

Hearing this, Jiuhua was stunned.

The royal temple was originally built to serve the royal family and was protected by the royal family, so this time, we had to make an exception.

When Zhou Yan saw the holy monk Jiuhua nodded, he immediately unfolded the scroll in his hand.

"I don't know her name, her age, or where she comes from. I only know what she looks like. Saint Monk Jiuhua, can you tell me if she and I are destined to be together?"

Zhou Yan's eyes were full of trust, as if he had complete confidence in Monk Jiuhua Sheng and believed that he would not let him down.

Jiuhua originally had a casual attitude and wanted to take a look at what the woman who could have the emperor personally tell his fortune looked like.

Unexpectedly, after seeing this, his brows became tighter and tighter, and did not move for a long time.

When Zhou Yan saw this, his heart sank and he had a bad feeling.

He felt that he could tell from the other person's eyes that he and the other person were not destined to be together.

"Excuse me, Saint Jiuhua, are we okay?"

Jiuhua then turned his gaze away from Mo Wuji, and his aura dropped several points.

He said calmly: "This girl has no fate with you, so don't take this painting away. You should be careful in the future and stay away from her to avoid getting into trouble."

"This..." So, they were not destined to be together at all?

Zhou Yan's hand trembled slightly, and a trace of fear arose in his heart.

What is going on? He was just like usual, he was attracted by the beauty of a woman and took her into his harem. But this time, it seemed to be such a big deal?

He knew that this woman was special and difficult to deal with. Was there something special about her?

However, seeing the ugly expression of the holy monk Jiuhua, he had no choice but to believe it, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhou Yan couldn't help but become interested: "Please ask Saint Jiuhua to explain it clearly."

"The Buddha said that I cannot tell you." Jiuhua remained calm and said, "The prince is not the true love of this girl. The prince does not need to worry, and he does not need to do anything to change other people's destiny."

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

Zhou Yan nodded regretfully, believing in the words of the holy monk Jiuhua without a doubt, and put down the scroll in his hand.

The two chatted about national affairs for a while, and then Zhou Yan sighed, walked out of the Pagoda Temple, and went straight to the palace.

Only Jiuhua was still standing in front of the Buddha statue.

He carefully put away the portrait of the woman and placed it in a secret room in his yard.

Since he had nothing to do, he sat cross-legged and started chanting scriptures.

His brows were still tightly furrowed, and his mind was still thinking about the conversation he had just had with the king.

To be honest, he almost smashed the wooden fish!

A question kept echoing in his mind: the woman he dreamed about every night was being targeted by the king.

He refused.

He won't let the other party succeed either.

He was right, if the king insisted on getting involved with her, it would only bring trouble to himself.

All this was caused by Jiuhua. He was determined to make his king pay the price!

Amitabha, I will not lie, he really thinks so.

The moon is high in the sky and the breeze is blowing gently.

In the suburbs, in a dilapidated little temple, there was chaos at the moment.

From the open space in the middle of the temple, the faint sound of monks chanting scriptures could be heard. When Shi Nian heard this, her brain made a momentary "buzzing" sound and she felt a little dizzy.

Fortunately, you'll get used to it.

Shi Nian turned back into a human and walked out of the temple carefully. He then saw Jiuhua in white clothes, with his head lowered, a rosary in his hand, and muttering something.

He has a tall figure and handsome features. The moonlight shines on his body, making him look like a beautiful painting.

If the elves on the ground hadn't been struggling desperately, it would have ruined the atmosphere.

The two little monsters could not withstand the power of the Buddhist scriptures and rosary beads, so they rolled on the ground and revealed their true forms.

It was the first time for him to see monks slaying demons and monsters. He thought it was quite interesting, so he just watched the fun from the side.

Two days ago, she chose a place to stay in this dilapidated little temple.

She had run out of money and couldn't go up the mountain to look for it, so she had to find a decent temple and stay there for the night.

As the Pagoda Temple became more and more famous, more and more tourists came to the Pagoda Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, and many small temples went bankrupt due to poor business.