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However, she quickly put on a smiling face and said softly to Erii, "Eri, the lottery is about to begin. Are you ready?"

"Um!"

Erii picked up the fortune stick container but didn't shake it immediately. Instead, she turned her head and looked deeply at Lin Ye with her beautiful eyes. The boy's figure was reflected in her ruby-like pupils, as if she wanted to imprint him in the deepest part of her heart.

Lin Ye felt a little embarrassed by the stare and coughed a few times to cover it up.

Erii gently closed her eyes, her expression slowly becoming serious, and began to shake the fortune-telling container.

The surroundings became unusually quiet.

The tourists were all moved by Erii's devout prayer, and subconsciously stopped what they were doing, staring at her intently.

A gentle evening breeze stirred, and countless hanging lanterns swayed in the night. The girl's dark red hair was lifted, revealing her exquisite and perfect face in the fluorescent light. Her skin was as white as jade, and her long eyelashes fluttered. The wind blew the tassels and ribbons on the girl's shrine maiden's dress, causing them to flutter. Cherry blossom earrings under her crystal ears rose and fell, making her look delicate and graceful.

Erii looked absolutely stunning at that moment.

Beside the girl stood a boy holding a long sword. He was dressed in a red and white samurai outfit, and his gaze was as cold and stern as a swordsman from the Edo period. But when he looked at the girl beside him, his expression was gentle and firm, like a knight guarding a princess.

The entire place was quiet, with a gentle evening breeze flowing by. The girl closed her eyes and prayed devoutly, while the boy stood guard with knightly resolve, creating a beautiful scene that seemed to stretch out in slow motion, like a scene from a movie.

The atmosphere was serene and beautiful; all the restlessness receded like the tide, and everyone was deeply moved.

Couples, especially those who came to pray for love, were moved to tears.

The monk who had previously asked for money was also moved to tears. He was touched by the scene and suddenly recalled his love affair before he became a monk.

“Spar…”

The demon disguised as a tourist in the distance had its large eyes filled with tears again upon seeing this beautiful scene.

The crow standing nearby twitched its lips and quickly reached out to cover the muscular man's mouth, "Yaksha, stop right there! What if the boss sees this..."

The crow instinctively looked towards where Genji was, but before he could finish speaking, he froze.

Genji was also watching this scene. On his usually cold and stern face, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, revealing a smile that had a very maternal feel to it.

Good heavens, even the boss has fallen for it!

However, Genji quickly realized that something was wrong with him, immediately stopped smiling, and became serious again.

Little did he know that Sakura had been secretly observing all these subtle changes in his expression, and she couldn't help but think to herself, "The young master really is a stubborn man..."

Chapter 30 Snap

got windy.

A gentle evening breeze carried ethereal ancient melodies from Senso-ji Temple, and the swaying lanterns seemed to leap like musical notes in the hazy night, shimmering with a dreamlike glow.

Erii was enveloped in these beams of light, her face exquisitely beautiful and serene, like a goddess of an ancient shrine devoutly praying to the gods, her will unshaken by anyone or anything.

Undeniably, countless tourists present were deeply moved.

This feeling of being moved wasn't due to any romantic thoughts, but simply because Erii exuded a sacred aura that made one dare not harbor any disrespect; all that remained was a heartfelt emotion.

This feeling is like a crystal gem, pure and untainted by any impurities, directly touching the most sensitive string in people's hearts.

Lin Ye, standing next to the girl, was equally dazzling.

The boy was dressed in a red and white samurai outfit, with cold and stern eyes, exuding a fierce and ruthless aura. He also carried a reverse-blade long sword in his hand, like the ruthless executioner Battosai walking out of the Edo period. But when he looked at Erii, his dark eyes appeared deep and firm, as if silently telling everyone that he, Lin Ye, was not a so-called protector of flowers, but a knight who dared to rush forward to rescue the girl in the face of mortal danger.

That must be a very beautiful love story.

Just before Erii shook the fortune-telling tube, she gave Lin Ye a deep look. That one look completely imprinted the boy in her ruby-like pupils, and his unique reflection occupied the girl's entire world.

Although Erii didn't say anything at that moment, anyone with a sensitive heart could sense that this girl must like the boy beside her. Although it was unknown when or where this romance would begin, it must be unforgettable in the girl's heart.

Erii is now drawing lots and making wishes, surely hoping for the most perfect ending to her love story.

Such a beautiful love story would move even Buddha to tears. With the girl praying so devoutly, how could she possibly not draw the best fortune slip?

The atmosphere was extremely quiet, with a gentle breeze flowing softly and gracefully, ruffling the girl's dark red hair.

Erii shook the fortune-telling tube in her hand, and a bamboo stick fell out of the tube.

"Please wait a moment, young lady, I will interpret your fortune."

The middle-aged monk who had collected the money earlier walked over with a smile and his hands clasped together.

The bamboo sticks drawn have corresponding numbers, and the characters correspond to the drawer numbers on the side. Inside are slips of paper, and the contents of the slips are the specific answers to the draw.

Many tourists stood on tiptoe, unable to resist peeking over.

They were all very curious, wondering what kind of fortune slip such a beautiful and devout girl would draw.

Lin Ye was also a little curious. Although he didn't believe in these things at all, he couldn't help but fantasize. Of course, this had nothing to do with superstition; it was just pure fantasy.

Erii, unusually, tensed up, her little hands clenching unconsciously.

This draw was of great significance to her, and she naturally wanted a satisfactory result.

"It's fierce!"

However, when the middle-aged monk picked up the bamboo stick and looked at it closely, his expression immediately changed.

Bamboo sticks are divided into minor auspiciousness, half auspiciousness, auspiciousness, and great auspiciousness. Minor auspiciousness is the worst possible outcome. In addition, there is a type of bamboo stick without any markings, which is an inauspicious stick.

Once you draw this type of fortune slip, there is no annotation because there is no corresponding number. This in itself means that the person who draws the ominous fortune slip will encounter major misfortunes in the future. Whether it is marriage or fate, it will end badly.

The ominous fortune slip has no characters on it, only a blood-red character for "ominous" at the bottom, which is extremely eye-catching.

Many tourists' expressions changed upon seeing the bamboo stick. They came here to pray and draw lots, so they naturally knew the meaning of the categories on the slips. Now, this devout girl had drawn an unlucky one, which was clearly not a good omen.

Erii's expectant eyes suddenly dimmed.

Although she didn't understand what an unlucky divination slip meant, she could tell from the complex expressions of the middle-aged monk and the people present that the slip she drew had no good meaning and only foreshadowed misfortune in her future.

Erii couldn't help but lower her head, her lips tightly pursed, like a child who had done something wrong.

In an instant, many things came to mind for the girl, such as her brother Yuan Zhisheng's admonition, the way people looked at her, and the terrible bloodline flowing in her own body.

"Oh dear, it's just a bamboo skewer, how could it possibly predict a person's fate!"

A nonchalant voice suddenly rang out.

Lin Ye stepped forward, took the so-called ominous fortune slip from the middle-aged monk's hand, and then, in full view of everyone, forcefully snapped it in half with both hands.

Click!

The bamboo skewer was broken into two pieces.

"My lord... alas! You must never break the bamboo stick you drew, especially the unlucky one!"

The middle-aged monk stared wide-eyed, seemingly caught off guard. He then saw that the bamboo skewer had been broken and could only give a sigh of admonition.

"Why not?" Lin Ye raised an eyebrow.

The middle-aged monk explained solemnly, "The fortune slip you draw represents the future course of your life. I dare not say it will be 100% accurate, but we should at least have some reverence for fate itself."

Lin Ye shrugged. "Fate itself is elusive. In fact, when fate is rotten, we must act decisively to regain control of it. So what is there to revere?"

"you……"

The middle-aged monk, whose spiritual cultivation was still shallow, was unable to persuade Lin Ye for the time being, and instead became increasingly angry.

He could only look at Lin Ye and rebuke him in a warning tone: "Don't be arrogant, benefactor. If the ominous lot you drew is forcibly broken by someone else, it means that the calamity will be transferred to the person who broke the lot. Moreover, because of disrespect for fate, this person will suffer even greater calamities in the future."

"What did you say?!" Lin Ye exclaimed in shock.

"Scared? Heh, too late! Benefactor, I didn't know you were so quick. Now... Eh?!!" The middle-aged monk sneered, feeling that he had finally outmaneuvered this arrogant boy.

Before he could finish speaking, the monk's face immediately darkened.

Suddenly, Lin Ye exclaimed with wild joy, "Monk, thank you for telling me! I never thought that this thing could transfer disaster after being broken."

As he spoke, Lin Ye worked with great enthusiasm, breaking the bamboo skewer in his hand into five or six pieces, but he still didn't stop.

The entire venue fell silent, broken only by the occasional snapping sound of bamboo skewers breaking.

The tourists, including the monks, were all dumbfounded.

They never expected Lin Ye to be so rebellious, showing no piety towards Buddhism whatsoever, and even mocking fate. Wasn't this boy afraid of being cursed by the unseen forces?

Everyone was filled with mixed emotions.

Erii, however, stared blankly at Lin Ye, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.

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"Eri, don't worry. Look, I've completely broken this ominous sign. There's no way any disaster will befall you."

Lin Ye chuckled and showed Erii the bamboo skewer that had been broken into several pieces.

However, since these labels were made of bamboo, when Lin Ye forcibly broke them with his hands, the splinters immediately cut his hands, causing them to bleed profusely, but Lin Ye didn't care at all.

"Lin Ye, you're injured."

Erii wrote in her notebook, her head hanging low, her expression hidden.

"Oh dear, it's just a minor injury, it's nothing to me," Lin Ye said with a laugh.

But the next moment, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The next line of text on the small notebook Erii handed over was blurred by tears.

"Eri doesn't want Lin Ye to get hurt, and she doesn't want Lin Ye to shield her from disaster. Erii really doesn't want to. Erii has never thought of hurting Lin Ye."

"Eri, I'm really fine. You're overthinking it."

Lin Ye scratched his head, wanting to pat the other person on the shoulder to comfort them, but seeing the blood on his hands, he couldn't help but lower his hand.

"Don't be sad, young lady. Praying at Senso-ji Temple tonight will bring ten times the effect. Even bad luck will be ten times better. You can draw again, young lady. As long as you draw the best fortune, you are destined to have a lot of good luck." The middle-aged monk smiled kindly.

Erii couldn't help but look up at Lin Ye with teary eyes, while the latter's lips twitched slightly.

If she draws the best fortune, that's fine, but what if she's too lucky and draws an unlucky one? Will Erii be even more devastated?

"Don't worry, benefactor. The temple has a rule that anyone who draws an unlucky lot can draw it again for free." The middle-aged monk thought Lin Ye was being stingy and quickly explained.

As a monk, although he was somewhat fond of money, he didn't want every tourist who spent money at the temple to leave disappointed. Otherwise, how could they come back next time? It's all about making money gradually.

"Lin Ye, may I continue drawing lots?"

Erii carefully wrote in her little notebook, her beautiful eyes full of anticipation.