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 it started to snow lightly. The monk invited them to stay the night at the

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

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

was becoming misty, and visibility was decreasing.

be very run down. It had 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

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

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

a look with his binoculars. There was 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 flat surfaces around

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

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

after, a hunter came chasing after it but

master pointed in the 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 had been

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,

down. The master looked at the tower and sighed every day

Temple withered. The monks left, there were no pilgrims who came to visit and

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

monk shook his head. “Everything has a cause and an effect. You need to go with the flow and let everything follow its course.

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

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