Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 839 Don't Force It

The world changes, but the truth remains the same.

The truth remains unchanged
Mu Wanxiang stared closely at the words on the signature, her eyes changed several times.

"Little master, can you tell me where to release the lottery?" She was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses and asked the little novice politely.

"Please come with the little monk." He put his hands together and walked in front, walking steadily.

Mu Wanxiang followed behind him, moving lightly.

In the palm of his right hand, he holds two signatures, two signatures with completely different meanings.

Walk out of the main hall, turn right and walk dozens of steps to a courtyard.

The most conspicuous thing in the yard is a tree with a thick trunk, but many red threads are wrapped around the branches, and many red papers are hung on it, and two names are written on the paper.

Each piece of red paper has a different name written on it, and it looks like a man and a woman.

An old monk sat under a tall and thick tree. The monk looked quite fairy-like, with a peaceful smile, which made people feel at ease.

"Mu Wanxiang, the spiritual capital, pays homage to Master." Mu Wanxiang bowed respectfully and looked at him solemnly.

The old monk was wearing cassock, twirling Buddhist beads in his hands, and smiling benevolently.

"Sit." He pointed to the low stool opposite and told Mu Wanxiang to sit down.

Mu Wanxiang went to the opposite side according to his wishes, she still held two lottery sticks in her hand, feeling uneasy.

She stretched out her hand and presented the two sticks in front of the old monk.

"Master, this is the signature I drew out during the lottery." She said lightly.

Seeing the two sticks in her hand, the old monk gradually suppressed his smile, and his brows were complicated.

"Female benefactor, I have lived in the temple for nearly a hundred years, and I have never seen such a strange thing. I actually waved out two lottery papers." He held the two lottery papers in front of him and looked carefully. He didn't make a sound for a while, but The look is becoming more and more elusive.

"Master, can you see what is the reason for this?" Seeing that he remained silent, Mu Wanxiang was very restless.

"Female benefactor, this old monk can't solve it, it depends on which one you believe." He handed the two lotteries back to Mu Wanxiang's hand, and said something meaningful.

Which one do you believe?
"Thank you, master. I believe that there are times in destiny, and there is no time in destiny. Don't force it. I also believe that time changes, but true feelings remain the same." Mu Wanxiang clasped his hands together, bowed and disappeared in front of the old monk. before.

She went to the main hall to donate money for sesame oil, worshiped the Buddha and burned incense, then left the Lianli Temple and went down the mountain.

Walking alone on the small path among the mountains, Mu Wanxiang's hands were slightly sweaty, and the two signatures were also soaked.

God did not point her to a particularly clear path, but only allowed her to vaguely understand two sentences.

The previous sentence, don't force it.

The last sentence is true love.

She didn't intend to force it any more, but she was willing to gamble again.

Take a gamble, whether there is really no relationship between her and Mu Chen or the true love is hard to separate.

After returning home, Mu Wanxiang still lived her own life, restraining herself not to see Mu Chen, and not to listen to any news from him.

She promised, and she is working hard to do it.

It turns out that the fastest thing in this world is time, it is passing by every minute and every second, and it will never come back.

At the age of 16, Biyu Nianhua still has beautiful dreams, yearning for freedom, happiness, and indelible courage.

The most beautiful age for a woman has lost the immaturity of the cardamom years, and is not as mature as the peach and plum years.

With its own unique taste, Mu Wanxiang is also in full bloom at the most beautiful moment, with graceful posture, graceful figure and boundless beauty.

(End of this chapter)