THE FIERCE FARM GIRL HAS A SECRET SPACE

Chapter 1390: Chapter 1390: The Destined Person (2) "Hurry, there are said to be only two left," Dong Wenxiu's face was full of anticipation. "You should try one; I always think Xinxin is very lucky..." "You go first, Sister," Yu Qingge said nervously to Yang Ruxin, "or you can try one for me as well." "Is that allowed?" Yang Ruxin frowned. Yu Qingge also looked towards the two Little Monks guarding the box. The two Little Monks exchanged glances, having never heard of someone picking on behalf of another, but it wasn't forbidden either.

Each person was permitted one, so they nodded in agreement. Yang Ruxin reached out and took two out, then opened her hand: "Choose one for yourself." Yu Qingge agonized back and forth for a while, then closed her eyes and picked one: "I'll take this one." Yang Ruxin shook her head helplessly. It was just an Amulet, was there need to be so indecisive? The Little Monks took the two Amulets, opened their covers, and then their expressions turned somewhat strange. "What's wrong?" Yu Qingge started to feel nervous. The Little Monk turned the two Amulets over.

The corners of Yang Ruxin's mouth twitched. Was this necessary? There were only two left, and she casually took both, both of which turned out to have the character "fate" written on them. "I told you Xinxin has good luck," Dong Wenxiu cheered, "Hurry, both of you go to the back to exchange your talismans." Yu Qingge, excited, pulled Yang Ruxin to rush towards the back. In a Bamboo House behind the grand hall, two Monks were currently playing a game of chess.

One of them, a tall and burly Monk, suddenly looked up at the chubby Monk opposite him and smiled, then placed a white piece: "Elder Brother, you have lost." At this point on the chessboard, the white pieces had almost formed a block, with a large number of black pieces directly engulfed. The chubby Monk calmly placed a black piece: "That's not necessarily the case." The scattered black pieces on the board instantly formed a block, annihilating the white pieces in a corner, and the absolute advantage of the white pieces was lost.

"You..." The burly Monk frowned, hesitating for a long time before placing a piece.

"Sometimes, knowing what to give up might give you a better chance to gain something," the chubby Monk continued to smile calmly, "Monk Daoji once said: 'Others cultivate their speech without cultivating their hearts, I alone cultivate my heart without cultivating my speech.' " Saying this, he placed another piece, "Wine and meat pass through the gut, but Buddha keeps them in his heart." He placed another piece, and now, the territory of the black pieces gradually expanded, "Some things are not about willingness or unwillingness, nor can they be understood by appearance alone, it's the substance that matters, the things that truly touch one's heart." The burly Monk stared at the chessboard for a long while before sighing: "Elder Brother, I have lost." "No, you have not lost," the chubby Monk shook his head, "In the affairs of the world, there isn't really winning or losing, there are only people's greed and attachments." "Elder Brother, I understand," the burly Monk brought his palms together and bowed respectfully, "Thank you for your guidance." At this moment, a Little Monk reported from outside the door that the donors of the last two 'fate' characters had arrived.

"Patron Yang, as safe as ever, I see," the chubby Monk stood up and greeted Yang Ruxin, who had walked in first, with a slight nod. "Master Qing Lian?" Yang Ruxin was surprised, then felt her reaction was too intense and quickly calmed herself, nodding at and greeting him respectfully, "I pay my respects to Master Qing Lian and Master Jianhui."