A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1466 - 285: Fate’s Beginning and End, All Is Heaven’s Will (2)

Yun Ya suddenly walked in, took the incense and candles from the young monk, knelt on the prayer mat, looked at the Buddha statue, and bowed three times.

May I find Miaomiao soon and bring him home, and may I grow old with Brother Yan, never betraying each other.

I, Ji Yunya, have never prayed to gods nor worshipped Buddha, but now as a disciple kneeling before you, shedding all worldly glamor, I only ask for what I wish in my heart. From now on, I am willing to make offerings to you and restore your golden statue.

With her forehead touching the ground, she closed her eyes, and at this moment, her heart was at peace.

"What divination do you seek, benefactor?" the young monk asked kindly. It was the same young monk with a sweet toothy smile from the morning, looking at her with a smile.

She replied without thinking, "Romantic fate."

The young monk handed her a bamboo tube: "Benefactor, sincerity brings efficacy."

A bamboo stick fell to the ground. Yun Ya picked it up, and the young monk glanced at it and exclaimed, "Congratulations, benefactor! You are the first to draw the king of lots since the opening of the temple."

The stick read — A perfect match? A couple as blessed as immortals, what more could one ask for?

A perfect match, a couple as blessed as immortals, growing old together for a hundred years, without needing to seek a good match anymore.

Yun Ya’s lips curved slightly, and the young monk said, "You can find the master to interpret the divination."

Yun Ya took the divination slip, walked over, and sat down. Master Huiming glanced at her but did not take the slip; instead, he said, "Congratulations, benefactor, on finding a good match."

Yun Ya said, "Thank you, master."

After a pause, "The world is ever-changing, who can guarantee that they will grow old together?"

Master Huiming shook his head and smiled, "In love, one is born alone, dies alone, comes and goes alone, endures pain and joy alone, with no substitute."

Yun Ya said faintly, "The master is right, no one can bear these pains and joys for oneself...."

She prepared to get up and leave.

"Please wait, benefactor."

Yun Ya turned her head to look at him. Master Huiming, with an air of ethereal wisdom, said softly: "Past life ties result in present life outcomes. To understand and let go is to find freedom. If one cannot let go of hatred in the heart, how can one be free?"

Yun Ya’s heart was shocked. What does he know?

The master smiled amiably, appearing very kind: "You are a person of opportunity. Exchange death for life; all things arise from conditions and are tied to fate."

Yun Ya suddenly came over, "What death, what life? Explain it to me!"

Her heart suddenly felt uneasy, as if a long-buried secret was about to be unearthed, fearing exposure to light.

"Everything has a rise and fall, a gathering and scattering; it is all destiny. The benefactor has a calamity in life. Cross it for a lifetime of happiness; otherwise, it repeats the mistakes of a previous life. Everything is predestined...."

With these words, he floated away.

Yun Ya quickly caught up, "Don’t leave, explain it to me."

Yun Ya rushed out, but he was long gone.

What destiny? What predestined order? It’s all bluffing; she doesn’t believe it. Her life, her destiny, she determines.

Yun Ya slowly walked back, but the monk’s words kept echoing in her mind, a person of opportunity, exchanging death for life, what does it mean?

Could her rebirth be exchanged by someone else? Who?

Thinking made her head hurt, so Yun Ya decided to let it go and not think about it. She returned to the meditation room, ate a vegetarian meal, and then heard chanting from outside as the monks began their evening prayers.

Dusk fell, with the glow of clouds casting a serene tranquility over the temple.

Yun Ya slowly drifted into a dream amidst the chanting. In the dream, dense white fog surrounded her. It seemed like she was the only one left in the world, and the silence made her uneasy.

She ran around but couldn’t get out of the fog, as if she was trapped in a cage with no way out.

She heard someone calling her name in her ear, Yun Ya, Yun Ya... the voice was heart-wrenching.

It was Brother Yan... he was calling her...

She ran joyfully toward the direction of the voice, running and running, seemingly never tiring, until she saw the fog lift and a thin figure standing on the rugged cliff’s edge, her eyes suddenly welled up.

He had wasted away, his usual obsession with cleanliness now forgotten, as he stood with a scruffy beard and tattered clothes. Yet, he stood against the wind, his figure seeming like it would be swept away by the wind, but filled with determination, unyielding.

Yet those eyes, usually so deep and intense, now appeared drained of all brilliance, dim and lifeless.

"Yun Ya, you’ve been trapped all your life. You long for freedom, so I scattered your ashes across the world. Can you smell the scent of the wind? Look at the sky, the clouds, the mountains, and the earth, how beautiful they are...."

"When I look at the sky, it’s your face. When I feel the breeze on my cheeks, it’s your gentle touch. When I lie on this land, it’s your embrace...."