Fu Chengyuan had no choice but to ask the little novice monk: "Do I have a way to know the identity of this wisher? The name on the wishing book is mine... My wife, I really want to know who the person who prays for her is, and I thank him in person."

The little novice monk just folded his hands together and apologized: "Amitabha."

"Is it really not possible?"

The little novice monk pointed to the sign hanging on the wishing tree: "Donors who have made wishes in the temple often hang a sign, just treat it as a wish sign that records your wishes. Why don't you go there to find it? There may be clues on it."

Fu Chengyuan looked at the big tree in front of him and had no idea how to start for a moment.

If you look for so many brands one by one, I am afraid that if you find the Monkey Year and Horse Month, you may not be able to find the brand that prays for Sang Luo for the time, but this is his own business, and it would be too unreasonable to call others.

Fu Chengyuan borrowed a ladder from the temple and stood up, and began to roll up his sleeves and search for the wooden signs from seven years ago in the same wish card.

These wish cards look extremely similar, mostly bought from small stalls near the temple. Fu Chengyuan was almost confused, and then he discovered something unique.

The brand was hung on a tree branch that was neither tall nor short, and was almost blocked by other wish cards later. However, its workmanship and design were different from those same brands. After Fu Chengyuan noticed it, he couldn't move his eyes away.

Fu Chengyuan approached and looked at the wooden sign, and saw that it was written in the same handwriting as the one in the wishes: I wish Shi Sangluo peace and happiness and all the best.

The signature is - Gu Fuye.

It turned out to be him?!

This answer is both unexpected and reasonable.

From the previous trivial fragments, he also knew that Shi Sangluo and Gu Fuye had fallen in love, but he also passed away. Who wrote the name on the Wish Book in the next few years?

Fu Chengyuan thought this way and continued to look for a uniquely shaped wish card on the tree. This time he quickly found the other six, because none of the wooden cards that Gu Fuye hung on Sang Luo were repetitive, with exquisite and beautiful shapes, and even the words on them were written very carefully.

"This donor has only been here three times, and the next few times have been entrusted by others. I don't know if there was something wrong with life or was stuck with something else."

"Do you have an impression of him?"

The little novice smiled and said, "I came late in the temple. I didn't have any impression of it. But you see, three of the seven wooden signs were engraved, which was integrated with the wooden signs. Finally, they were filled with ink. The four on the back were not carved, but they were just written with a pen."

Gu Fuye’s blessings to Shi Sangluo are the same every year, but the shape of each wooden sign is different, and it has not been repeated once in seven years.

But as the little novice monk said, three of the handwritings were engraved, and the other four were just written.

"Thank you, Master. I still have some questions to ask Master Abbot, where is he now?"

"There are not many pilgrims today, and the master should meditate in his room."

Fu Chengyuan asked the abbot's room, and the little novice monk showed him the way.

Fu Chengyuan looked for it with a wooden sign.

The abbot saw him again, but was not surprised: "What else does the donor have to do?"

"Master still remembers the person who hangs the blessing sign?"

The abbot thought for a moment, looked at the wooden signs on the tree and recalled the past: "That was a very young donor. He should have been studying when he first came. When he saw the wishing signs sold nearby, he felt that they were not doing well, so he asked for the wood to make it by himself."

No wonder the wooden signs that Gu Fuye hung by Shishi Sangluo looked no different from other brands, but the shape was so exquisite and beautiful. It was indeed all carved by him.

Fu Chengyuan thought about the blessing he wrote to Shi Sangluo and said expressionlessly: "No wonder it is different from what is sold at a small stall."
Chapter completed!