"When I came here before, one was going up the mountain and one was going down the mountain. The sweetness in my mouth makes my heart less bitter..."

Ling Luoyu took it, and took advantage of the situation to hold her shoulders, and smiled sideways: "If you can win a peach blossom lottery, isn't it sweeter in my heart?"

"Peach Blossom Lottery?" Shui Niangniang took a bite of the candied haws, her sour little nose frowned: "If I can win the Peach Blossom Lottery this year, then I will never think of that man again in my life, but give it to me according to fate. Arrange, and an ordinary man, to spend the rest of his life!"

The two looked at each other, laughed, and walked towards the stairs holding hands.

However, Ling Luoyu calmly looked sideways at him

When a woman falls in love with a man desperately, she will no longer fall in love with others easily.

Not to mention, this man was still so good.

It is not so easy for an ordinary man to replace him.

Unless, this woman is willing, wronged herself, and transferred her emotions.

Otherwise, both parties will suffer.

Can this woman really wrong herself?

In front of the temple, there is an ancient tree with the thickness of twenty people.

At the bottom of the tree roots, some dead branches have been exposed, and several child monks in monk clothes are pouting their buttocks, cutting and pulling the dead branches.

On the treetops of the old trees, there are some red silk and some purses of different sizes.

Ling Luoyu's eyes suddenly stopped, staring at the purse on the tree.

Shui Niangniang was dragged by her, she couldn't help stopping, and she followed her sight: "Those red silks are good men and women who make wishes, while red envelopes are married men and women who come here to make a wish... usually put in the purse. Put the hair and nails of the restorers, and pray that Grandpa Gushu can bless their happiness to continue!"

While talking, a staggering old mother, supported by the two children, walked to the tree and tremblingly took out a purse made of coarse cloth from her arms.

She buckled her back and raised her arms, trying to tie her purse to the tree.

But her size is not tall, and the bending of her back makes it even more difficult.

The two children were only seven or eight years old, and they couldn't count on it.

Just as Ling Luoyu was about to go up to help, a child monk had already stood up, walked quickly over, folded his hands together.

"donor"

"Little master..." The old mother hurriedly folded her hands and replied: "It's hard work."

The child monk took the purse and buckled it on the tree.

The old mother thanked him again, holding the child's hand and turning to leave.

The little child monk turned around and was about to go back to work, but he saw Ling Luoyu and Shui Niangniang.

After a daze, he came up and saluted together.

"Two people, if you want to burn incense and draw lots, please go inside..."

"What kind of tree is this?" Ling Luoyu asked suddenly, with fresh light in his eyes flying past the ancient tree without a trace.

"This is the wishing tree of our temple. If you have a wish or wish to pay it back, you can stay here..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw that Ling Luoyu's eyes were wrong.

His voice stopped abruptly, he looked at her for unknown reasons, then looked at the old tree behind, frowning.

"This gentleman, is there anything wrong?"

Why look at him like that?

As if he was lying!

But such a wishing tree is not its name. Why do you look at him like that?

Shui Niangniang frowned: "What's the matter?"