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Chapter 1597 Doesn't Look Like a Serious Monk
The man had a nice scent of cedar and amber, and it haunted her every night, in her dreams.

After parting, she missed him crazily.

She wanted to find him, but she didn't even have the slightest clue.

He didn't leave any contact information for her, and she didn't even know his name, but only remembered that his subordinates called him Mr.

The rest of the people called him Mr. Shen.

But no matter who it is, when addressing him, they are extremely respectful and awe-inspiring.

Probably the only thing she knew was that his surname was Shen.

When he asked her if she believed in fate, she actually didn't believe it in her heart.

But now, she is really willing to believe once, if fate really exists, she really really wants to see him again.
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Lingyin Temple.

Ye Ranran didn't want to be too high-profile, so she asked a few bodyguards who followed her to wait for her outside.

Considering her safety, finally, after discussing it, it was decided that two people would accompany him, and the rest would stay outside.

Ye Ranran didn't expect that after such a long time, the monk who gave her the peace talisman still remembered her.

Walking into the hall, a deep but somewhat ethereal voice came into her ears: "Miss, are you still asking for a peace talisman this time?"

Ye Ranran was startled.

The monk was sitting on the side knocking on the wooden fish. When he saw her coming in, he stopped knocking and raised his head slowly: "You came with a gentleman last time, right? It snowed that night."

This monk has a really good memory.

The incense in Lingyin Temple is very good, there are hundreds of people who come to the temple to offer incense every day, and he still remembers her.

Ye Ranran froze for a few seconds, then nodded again and again: "Yes, master, how do you still remember..."

"Naturally remember."

A monk is a monk, and the words he speaks are so Zen-like.

Now that he still remembers her, it will be easier to talk about the next thing. Ye Ranran coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and said, "That's right, master, I don't ask for a safe talisman this time, I hope I can ask for it." A talisman to keep the body healthy."

The monk nodded: "Miss first go to the merit box to express your heart, and I will draw a talisman for you."

After saying a word, both Ye Ranran and An Qier were stunned.

Originally, the money in the merit box can be donated or not, it’s up to you to decide, but generally when you go to a place like a temple, everyone will put some money into it.

But this monk actually called her to donate money so directly and frankly.

Seeing that she didn't move, the monk said again: "Seeing that the young lady's dress is extraordinary, there must be some money for the donation box."

Of course she does, it's just...

Angel couldn't stand it anymore, and frowned: "Hey, why are you a monk like this? There is no one like you. Donating or not is up to us, okay?"

The monk was told by her, but he didn't change his face, and said calmly: "Miss, you are also here to ask for a talisman, so donate the money as well."

Angel was always eloquent, but now she was speechless.

Probably too surprised, it was the first time I saw a monk who asked for money so directly.

"You..." Angel was stunned for a few seconds, and after she realized it, she gritted her teeth and was about to get angry.

"Just donate, this is a temple, don't quarrel with others." Ye Ranran took her hand and stopped her.

Angel glared at the monk, and was pulled aside by her.

"Ran Ran, that monk doesn't seem to be a serious monk at first glance. We might as well go to another place. There are more than one temple in City Z. You can see that he has an eye for money. Can the talismans he draws be useful?"

(End of this chapter)