What?!

Didn't you expect them to come?!

Leave two bowls of vegetarian rice?!

From the initial free incense, to now the old lama comes in person and says he wants to leave two bowls of vegetarian food?!

Who is this young man?!

How could he have such a great honor? Everyone unconsciously compared themselves with him, feeling that they were dwarfed by him. They felt very disappointed and angry in their hearts. Could it be that that young man was some kind of big shot?!

How is this possible, he is so young, why are we not?!

Why should he?!

Donor Chen?

Chen Ping'an was stunned. All the bones in his body seemed to have been pricked by needles, and the pain was excruciating.

A thin layer of cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He stared into the old lama's smiling eyes and said with difficulty: "Donor Chen? My surname is Chen? Do you know me?"

The old lama did not look at Zheng Ying's narrowed eyes.

He stared at Chen Pingan for a long time, seeming a little surprised, but the prayer wheel in his hand was spinning faster and faster, like a shaking rattle, with a constant "crackling" sound.

The last slightly louder "crack" sound came.

Chen Ping'an looked at the sound and raised his eyebrows. He didn't know whether it was because it was moving too fast or because the prayer wheel had been around for a long time.

A turquoise pendant was tied to the top by a rope. The prayer wheel was suddenly smashed and embedded in it.

At this moment, a roar suddenly echoed through the hall.

As if God was angry, a loud thunder rang out, causing everyone in the room to be startled. They looked outside the hall in horror, and saw that although it was already afternoon outside, the dim light had dimmed visibly to the naked eye.

Then it rained heavily and there was smoke.

But as quickly as it came, it left just as quickly. I saw the old lama chanting the Buddha's name softly, and countless wind chimes suddenly sounded, covering the entire Potala Palace, and another, slightly smaller, muffled thunder sounded.

It was cloudy and rainy outside just a moment ago, but it cleared up in the blink of an eye.

If there wasn't still water on the ground, everyone would have thought they were hallucinating. Their faces were full of astonishment. Then they came to their senses and fell to the ground one after another, calling for a miracle.

But no one noticed.

The old lama's face gradually darkened, and he stared at Chen Pingan for a long time, which made Chen Pingan feel a little uncomfortable.

When Zheng Ying saw this scene, her heart trembled and she asked urgently: "Master,

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Is there any problem?"

The old lama looked back.

The long eyebrows were lowered, and the five fingers of one hand were put together in front of the mouth, "Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Until we left the Potala Palace.

The two of them were still recalling what the old lama said just now, and they felt a little chill on their backs.

Zheng Ying looked at Chen Pingan worriedly and tightened her sleeves, "What the old lama said just now..."

Chen Ping'an shook his head and said, "Who knows, a catastrophe in life? A catastrophe that will definitely come true?" After saying that, Chen Ping'an picked up a can on the ground, threw it into the trash can, and took out his hand.

Separated by the iron edge of the trash can, Chen Pingan looked at the blood flowing from the back of his hand, shook his head and said with a smile: "Is it possible that this is the disaster?"

Zheng Ying held Chen Pingan's injured hand.

He took out a pink band-aid with a bear pattern on it from his bag, put it on it gently, shook his head and said in a low voice: "Let's go back, if we keep going like this... just in case..."

Chen Ping'an looked at Zheng Ying's red eyes and pouted mouth and joked: "Then you won't go traveling?"

Zheng Ying shook her head vigorously without thinking: "I'm not going."

Chen Pingan was speechless.

This day.

In the merit box of the Potala Palace.

Unexpectedly, I couldn't even put a piece of money in it. On this day, the huge incense stand was filled with new incense.

On this day, there was a woman who was kneeling in front of the Buddha and refused to get up. All the monks passing by sighed that it was rare for a woman to be so pious.

On this day.

The Potala Palace closed its doors, and no one knew the reason. All they knew was that they were praying for a benefactor named Chen, and the host personally burned incense.

Also on this day.

In the hotel, there was a woman who was not happy at all, and a man looked at the empty suitcase in the mezzanine with a look of distress on his face.

At the foot of Mount Wutai.

A pair of very eye-catching young men and women were walking out from the foot of the mountain.

Chen Ping'an smiled and said: "I didn't expect you to be so obsessed with temples. I've seen you go here these days. It's time to find a place to hang out next, right?"

Zheng Ying said no more.

He lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, and slowly shook his head and said: "If...I mean if, one day I leave your side, will you still remember me when you regain your memory?"

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Chen Ping'an was stunned.

After looking at Zheng Ying for a while, he said in a deep voice: "Yes, how could I forget such a living person?"

At this time.

Zheng Ying raised her head, tears covering her face at some point.

The corners of his mouth kept rising and then suppressed, his eyes were red, he covered his mouth with one hand, and stretched out to Chen Pingan with the other, saying in a trembling voice: "That hook..."

Looking at Zheng Ying's childish behavior.

Chen Ping'an didn't know why she was crying like this. He stretched out his hand in a serious manner, clasped it with the girl's, nodded and said: "Pull the hook."

Only then did Zheng Ying burst into laughter.

For some reason, he stared at Chen Pingan with trembling eyes for a long time, inch by inch, as if he wanted to completely memorize the face of the person in front of him.

Chen Pingan thought of something, frowned and asked, "Are you leaving? Where to go?"

Although Zheng Ying had a smile on her face, her voice was trembling: "I'm leaving, but, but I may be back soon. There are some things in the company that require me to go back, but it won't be long."

"I will be back soon, and then we will continue traveling."

Chen Pingan said worriedly: "Let me go back with you."

Zheng Ying shook her head, wiped the tears on her face and said: "No, I can go back by myself. There will be an intermediary to mediate. It won't be a problem. It's a contract issue." Zheng Ying was still afraid that Chen Ping'an would go back with her.

Because of some previous things, I had a conflict with them.

"You must wait for me to come back, but you are not allowed to run away first."

Seeing Zheng Ying stubbornly refusing to blink, Chen Ping'an stared at his cute appearance with red eyes, nodded deeply and said softly: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

Zheng Ying smiled.

Then, before Chen Pingan could react, he hugged him.

When he came back to his senses, Chen Ping'an stood there blankly, watching the girl's running back.

He put his index finger between his lips, his face full of astonishment.

A breeze blew, and the purple petals of lavender floated in the air, attracting the attention of passers-by.

Chen Pingan returned to the hotel alone

Looking at the large empty room, the messy bed that had not been made, and the lonely suitcase, leaning alone in the corner, a feeling of loss enveloped him. He had no feeling at all when the two of them were together in the past.

But at this time, it was extremely strong.

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