I don't know how long it took, Shi Sangluo's heart finally calmed down. She opened her eyes again, wiped the wet corners of her eyes with her back to Fu Chengyuan, then got up and picked up the incense and lit the altar in front of the incense lamp. After doing all this, she stepped down and spoke to Fu Chengyuan.

"You can also eat incense sticks. I have heard that a child who died is very pitiful. I hope he can suffer less and stop wandering around."

Shi Sangluo had no fate with this child, but she almost became a mother after all, so she naturally felt even more relieved of this blood-connected child.

Fu Chengyuan only learned the news yesterday and had not yet been able to come out of his sadness. Seeing that Shi Sang Luo was burning incense for their children who had died before they were born, he quickly picked up the incense and offered it to the altar with great devotion.

After all this, the two turned around and walked out, and just happened to meet the abbot of the same temple.

"Master." Shi Sangluo greeted the other party politely.

Fu Chengyuan remembered the abbot's words that had been enlightened by him, and he nodded politely.

"Amitabha." Seeing that the two of them came again after a long time, the abbot also felt that they were destined to each other, so he stopped and chatted with them for a few more words, "Donor, everyone has their own destiny. The sad face between your eyebrows is much less faint than when you met last time, but have you let it go?"

Shi Sangluo was no longer confused and helpless, and she smiled relievedly: "That's right, I'm here to do more for my old friends."

Fu Chengyuan was infected by the calm atmosphere in the temple and said in his heart: "If I want to do a ritual for a child who died prematurely, what preparations do I need to do?"

Shi Sangluo came this time, hoping that the child could rest in peace, but he did not stop him after hearing this.

"Just light an eternal lamp." The abbot's answer was extremely simple.

"Don't you need to copy scriptures or worship?" Fu Chengyuan thought that if the deceased children wanted to reach the Pure Land early, they would at least prepare some prayer flags.

The abbot smiled and shook his head without saying a word: "No, your fate with that child is not over yet."

Fate is very mysterious. It is neither influenced by human power nor predictable by ordinary people.

Shi Sangluo's eyes lit up. He was about to ask the abbot where the fate came from, but the light was extinguished from his eyes again.

There is only one way to get her and her children back, that is, she gets married and has children, and becomes a mother again, but she clearly has no plans for this.

Fu Chengyuan obviously thought of this layer, and his expression gradually became dim from hope.

The eternal lamp is offered to the Buddha. If they want, they can always come and see this lamp with sorrow.

After Shi Sangluo did all this, she went to the backyard of the temple by herself. She stood under the tree full of wishing signs for a long time, and did not leave until it was dark.

During this period, Fu Chengyuan was waiting by the gate of the courtyard on one side. Even though he knew that she was suspicious of Gu Fuye, he did not show any impatience from beginning to end.

It started to rain on the way back. Fu Chengyuan stopped the car at the closest place to the villa door and said to Sang Luo, who was about to open the car door: "Wait a minute."

"Is there anything else?" Shi Sangluo did not think that he had to solve the urgent matter outside his home.

Fu Chengyuan opened the trunk in the rain, took out an umbrella and spread it open, saying, "It's OK now."

Shi Sangluo didn't take this little bit of Xiaoyu to heart. Seeing that he had such a cautious expression, he was about to reach out and push the umbrella away when he heard him say sadly: "I don't even deserve to help you hold an umbrella?"

In the past, when Sang Luo was the secretary of Fu Chengyuan, she always served her in front of her. She didn't expect that there would be a day of feng shui, but she didn't feel happy at all, but instead retorted softly: "You don't have to do this. I don't mean to blame you. You have helped me today."

Fu Chengyuan refused to put down his umbrella, and Shi Sangluo did not insist anymore. After saying this, he quickly walked towards the foyer. As a result, as soon as she sat on the shoe-changing bench, he took the slippers over.

Such meticulous care is a bit too much.

Shi Sangluo dissuaded him unaccustomedly: "You have already helped me get an umbrella, so we have cleared up."

"You can ask for two things today, what about the past?" Fu Chengyuan took the initiative to mention this taboo.

Shi Sangluo avoided talking about this: "I will no longer look back."

The implication is that no matter what attitude Fu Chengyuan takes, she will not give him another chance, and hope that he can just die of this heart.

"Mr. Fu, the reason I asked you to go to the temple today is because you already know about it, so I think it is necessary to tell you that there is nothing else to mean."

Shi Sangluo suspected that it was her invitation that gave him hope, and he immediately extinguished the little flame that had just burned.
Chapter completed!