Chapter 8: with translation of chapter title

Yi Ruan felt slightly embarrassed.

Fu Qiwei leaned against her, poked her arm, smiling, his clear voice a bit hoarse as he said seriously, "I had planned to propose next week, but she swallowed the ring, so I moved it up."

Wei Nanxing gasped, "Holy shit, this this this, Fu's daughter-in-law is so fierce—she even swallowed the ring!"

"Question!" Shen Guannian nestled in Xiaocao's arms, raised his hand high, looking at him smugly.

Yi Ruan looked at Shen Guannian's raised hand, smiled, and said, "We're family—no need to stand on ceremony."

"You have so many trivial matters." Xiaocao impatiently covered Shen Guannian's eyes with her hands, suddenly plunging him into darkness; Shen Guannian tightly hugged his wife's waist and asked, "When do you plan to get married?"

She pursed her lips a bit shyly.

"The wedding date, Ruan Ruan decides—this coming Wednesday is auspicious for marriage," he said, looking at her profile, "How about we get the license next Wednesday?"

"Mm." She was now very excited—no way, no way—could it be that she was about to live the luxurious life of a wealthy young lady she'd always dreamed of?

Huo Zongting slowly asked, "Getting married always needs the bride's family, doesn't it? Yi Ruan, do you have any friends or such who could see you off?"

Before she could reply, Wei Nanxing said with a smile, "Aren't we just the sister-in-law's family?"

Wei Jiangyu nodded deeply; yesterday I had an argument with her, so if not now, when else to seek forgiveness? "Otherwise, come to our place—my mom is very open-minded!"

As Wei Jiangyu's biological sister, Wei Nanxing had no hesitation: "Exactly, exactly, exactly!"

Shen Guannian objected, "Ay ay ay! If we're talking about marriage, I know best—you should come to our place; otherwise, Xiaocao can teach you."

Xiaocao grabbed his ear, "Ah, it hurts, hurts, hurts, wife, it hurts!"

"You know marriage best? Besides marrying me, who else have you married?" Xiaocao shoved him aside.

Yi Ruan smiled and said, "Actually, my older brother is still here."

Fu Qiwei's body stiffened; leaning on her, he didn't know where to put his hands—how would she know?

Wei Nanxing slumped like a deflated balloon, "Ah, who is the sister-in-law's brother?"

"Hmm... his identity is quite special." She hasn't yet seen the female lead's brother in the novel, but she remembers that according to the plot, after Fu Qiwei proposes, Mo Zhi appears.

Fu Qiwei said indifferently, "Mo Zhi—her brother is Mo Zhi."

He sat up; she looked at his profile, feeling some doubt.

Upon hearing that, they were shocked.

Even Shen Guannian, who was being clingy with Xiaocao, sat up straight.

"Mo Zhi? Is that the National Preceptor Mo?" Shen Guannian asked in surprise.

Huo Zongting hearing that name slightly furrowed his brows, not because the person is so powerful, but because the National Preceptor Mo had helped their family.

Back when the Huo family was schemed against, National Preceptor Mo intervened; although he said he was acting on heaven's behalf, Huo Zongting still respected him greatly.

However, at that time he was only seven or eight, Mo Zhi looked like he was in his early twenties—how could Mo Zhi's sister be younger than him?

"Right." Fu Qiwei had already received the notice saying he would come to bring a deceased person home—referring to today's visit to the Fu family—and he had deliberately arranged to meet them, avoiding Mo Zhi.

He doesn't believe in anything; he's a materialist, but when it comes to Ruan Ruan, he wants to be with her in the next life.

Huo Zongting looked at Fu Qiwei, knowing he wouldn't joke about this.

Wei Nanxing hesitated for a while then asked, "Then, National Preceptor Mo isn't someone short of money—why would he send the sister-in-law to an orphanage?"

She shook her head, "I don't know either."

The novel says the female lead's destiny is too rigid, her blood carries killing energy, clashing with the "Mountain-Moving" sect she belongs to, so she can only be sent far away.

Wait until her destiny softens and the killing energy in her blood weakens, then bring her back.

Wei Jiangyu's eyes suddenly lit up, looking at her with a fawning expression, "Ruan Ruan, why don't you tell my fortune?"

National Preceptor Mo is a big shot worth a fortune, yet he only talks about fate—sigh.

She examined him from head to toe, sneered, "I see your the point between your eyebrows is dark, there's killing energy between your brows; within three days you will surely encounter a blood disaster, and to resolve it you only need three thousand gold."

Wei Jiangyu narrowed his eyes slightly, pointing at Fu Qiwei, said, "Your man has no money, you come out to extort money..."

She naturally nodded.

…… -> ellipsis.

…… -> ellipsis.

Mo Zhi left the Fu family, knowing she was doing well, and this brother also put his mind at ease.

But Fu Qiwei this time thoroughly offended him, actually knowing the news and running away first.

Yu Ma saw National Preceptor Mo leave, her whole body collapsed onto the ground, her back soaked; she had never seen such a terrifying person—he looks warm and jade-like, but the aura emanating from him presses people so they can't breathe. If she didn't constantly remind herself "don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he doesn't kill people," she'd probably be trembling while serving tea.

Baoling Temple

The Buddhist hall and ancient monastery, with pavilions, terraces, towers and halls arranged in varied order, a bamboo forest filled with cicada song, and a thousand-year-old apricot tree growing in front of the meditation room.

Inside the meditation hall, a statue of the Great Buddha Tathagata is enshrined.

Two people kneeling on futons, one on the left, one on the right; the person on the right is older, wearing monk's robes, looks like an accomplished high monk, sitting in meditation; after Mo Zhi devoutly kowtowed, he also imitated his posture and sat in meditation.

The old man on the right spoke first, "Long time no see—you're getting younger and younger, not a trace of aging."

He is the abbot of Baoling Temple.

He is also the sect leader of the Tianchu school.

Mo Zhi closed his eyes and softly replied, "Master, the Dao is boundless; with earnest cultivation one can return to youth—how could I appear old?"

Rumor has it that the Kunlun Mo family obtained the Queen Mother of the West's immortality technique; they hardly age, and even after hardships they are hard to injure—Mo Zhi is probably the best example.

Thinking of this, I'm not even angry; his bone structure is extraordinary, my mortal body can't compare, but how could his bones be so light and wondrous—isn't he also my disciple?

The old Taoist opened his eyes, and the two bowed to the Buddha in farewell.

In the corridor, the sect leader of Tianchu asked, "How is Mo Ran doing? Is she doing well? Is everything smooth?"

The Tianchu sect leader has a nephew; he once discussed with Mo Zhi matching Mo Ran with his nephew, and he still thinks that way now.

Mo Zhi smiled, "Ah Ran's life is going even smoother than yours—everything as desired."

His originally radiant smile froze on his face instantly, then bit by bit it collapsed, finally his face was overcast with dark clouds, and with a sorrowful expression he said, "In that case, Mo Ran that girl probably completely forgot us."

Mo Zhi nodded, then shook his head, "It's you all who forgot me; she wouldn't forget me."

He recalled the words Mo Ci had said before coming, "Mo Zhi, this is unfair; for all these years to let her attain Nirvana, I've done so much for her, yet she doesn't know of my existence."

He said, "A Ran is getting married; don't meddle."

Mo Ran, A Ran, Ran Ran, Ran Ran, the splendor of things ceases...

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