My Dreamy Old Husband

After connecting to the Wi-Fi, Sophia found that the signal there was extremely strong. She hurriedly scanned all the QR codes to donate some money so that this trip wouldn’t be a waste.

After everyone had donated money and burned incense, the old monk led them to drink the holy water under the cliff.

The so-called holy water was a stream of clear spring water that poured from the top of a cliff. It was crystal clear and wasn’t frozen, and each of them scooped a little bit of the water to drink. Regardless of whether the water was holy or not, the mountain spring water tasted pretty sweet and they drank the water to quench their thirst.

Sophia took a big gulp and tasted the sweetness of the water. Just when she was about to take a second scoop with the gourd ladle, she saw Judge running over happily wagging its tail. With a howl, it dipped its muzzle into the holy water and started taking big gulps of the water while also blowing bubbles into it. Everyone instantly didn’t want to drink the holy water anymore.

Everyone started retching.

After drinking the holy water, Sophia felt that her mouth tasted like feces. Although the holy water was a stream of flowing water, the water that Judge had drank had probably already flowed away.

Next, the old monk invited them into a room to have tea by the fire. The room had a coal stove lit up. Judge was rubbing itself on the side of the coal stove, covering its body with soot.

Just when Sophia and Michael sat down, the monk looked at Michael and said, “Sir, you look familiar.”

“Maybe we were fated to meet,” Michael said.

“Because I’ve seen your movie,” the monk added.

Michael was speechless at that.

After the tea was brewed, the monk poured everyone some and chatted with them casually.

for a while, the sky outside grew dark and

dark yet. Sophia led the dog outside to play near the temple and Michael followed her, stomping heavily on Judge’s

mountain, and only two or three rooms for guests. The monks had to carry their provisions up the

was becoming misty, and visibility was decreasing. Sophia seemed to spot something dark at the

sunk into the mountain with no way up, and there were cliffs on top, below and around the pagoda. She couldn’t figure out how it

carry all the materials. That pagoda looked valuable, but it had been built in such an awkward location. It looked like there was no one living there, and there was no

mountain? And why isn’t

indeed a black pagoda, which seemed like it had been pushed directly into the steep mountain by something divine. It would definitely be difficult to build a road to it as there were no

about the origin of the pagoda. That mountain was called Dragon Mountain and Dragon Temple was built on top of it, in which a respected master who was famous lived. The temple used to be popular and had a lot of pilgrims, who

Buddha had wandered here and found the master meditating in the temple. To

ran past the master. Not long after, a hunter came chasing after it but didn’t

escaped to and the hunter chased after it, killing it with an arrow. Hence,

way to the temple was blocked, making it difficult for pilgrims to hike

that mountain with no way up or down. The master looked at the tower and sighed every day as he was no longer

the whole Dragon Temple withered. The monks left, there were no pilgrims who came to visit and it slowly became dilapidated like how it

herself. She asked another question, “This place has a great scenery and

and an effect. You need to go with the flow and let everything follow

opposite her, thinking about the words of the monk. Go with… the flow? Let everything follow its course. She repeated

the mountain and it was very cold. There was no convenient transportation and the temple’s roof leaked, but still, the monk had stayed here for more than twenty years. He really was enlightened. If only everyone had this mindset of going