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.

sky outside grew dark and it started to snow lightly. The monk

Sophia led the dog outside to play near the temple and Michael followed her, stomping heavily on

built on the mountains. There were also a few dilapidated houses built along the mountain, and only two or three rooms for guests. The monks

sky was gradually getting darker and it was becoming misty, and visibility was decreasing.

seven floors and seemed to be very run down. It had sunk into the mountain with no way up, and there were cliffs on top, below

mountains as manpower was needed to 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 way up

is the pagoda built halfway up the mountain? And why isn’t there any road leading up to it?” Sophia asked the

which seemed like it had been pushed directly into the steep

talk 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 had raised funds to build the road up the mountain and a seven-storey pagoda. That seven-storey pagoda wasn’t there initially, but in the

had wandered here and found the master meditating in the temple. To test the master to see whether he had compassion, Buddha

deer suddenly ran past the master. Not long after, a hunter came chasing after it but didn’t see the deer, so he asked the master where the deer

direction the deer had escaped to and the hunter chased after it, killing it with an arrow. Hence, the master failed Buddha’s test because he

the deer died, the world shook and the road to the mountain collapsed. Since the road had crumbled, the way to the temple was blocked, making it difficult for pilgrims to hike up the mountain. So, the number

no way up or down. The master looked at the tower and sighed every day

were no pilgrims who came to visit and it slowly became dilapidated like how

in such bad condition and was not repaired! Sophia murmured to herself. She asked another question, “This place has a great scenery and has a lot of potential. The road can be repaired, and you can build a suspension bridge or cable car connecting to the

and let everything follow its course. Since that’s

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

nothing on 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 with the flow, how nice it would be. There was a reason for everything and it was best to let things run their course. There was no point in demanding