The Villain's Mom Becomes Famous for Fortune-Telling and Gossip Ch. 112

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The two of them drove to Tianyuan Temple on the outskirts of Shancheng. The mountain had been a tourist spot, and while it still had some visitors, the temple itself was quiet and empty.

Just as they arrived at the gate, a young man with silver hair came out to greet them. He clasped his hands politely. "You must be the ones Miss Yu Qingqing referred. Please, come in."

Film Empress Wen's eyes fell on Zhou Yu's silver hair. The corner of her eye twitched uncontrollably. She forced herself not to turn and walk away.

Sister Ren, standing beside them, glanced at Zhou Yu's hair, her expression a little complicated. "Little master's pretty trendy, huh..."

She'd been prepared for Yu Yuan to be young—maybe even a bit unreliable—but not this unreliable.

Zhou Yu had been mistaken for all sorts of things because of his silver hair, so he just smiled at their reaction.

"My master asked me to pass on a message: it's fine if you don't believe, but the ghost in that hotel is especially fierce. Most of those are unoffered, wandering souls. If it doesn't hurt anyone, then fine—but if it accidentally harms someone and draws blood, it becomes a malevolent spirit. Then it won't stop until someone's dead. It'd be best for you both to spend more time in the sun and soak in mugwort baths."

After speaking, he took two steps back and moved to shut the door—only for a pale hand to suddenly press it open.

Filme Empress Wen's pupils trembled, and she stared at Zhou Yu with shock in her eyes.

"Little master..." Her voice shook without her meaning to. "What you said... your master told you all of that? She knows we saw a ghost at the hotel?"

"Yeah," Zhou Yu answered calmly, smiling as if nothing could rattle him. "Have you two changed your mind?"

Sister Ren nodded quickly, and Film Empress Wen also gave a slightly apologetic nod. "Sorry, little master. I was out of line earlier."

The two of them followed Zhou Yu into the temple. In the middle of the courtyard, a large bodhi tree stretched out its thick canopy, casting most of the yard into shadow.

"No worries," Zhou Yu said as he led them into the main hall, where the golden statue of the temple's founder stood. He handed them a stick of bamboo incense. "Please offer a stick of incense to our ancestor. If the incense stays lit for five minutes, I'll take you to see my master."

"What if it goes out?" Sister Ren, walking beside Film Empress Wen, couldn't help asking.

Zhou Yu still wore that same calm smile. "Then that means you and Tianyuan Temple aren't fated."

Film Empress Wen's fingers were cold as she accepted the incense. At his words, her hand trembled, and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The tip of the bamboo incense stick was close to the burning candle. The moment the incense was lit, a pleasant sandalwood scent burst out along with white smoke.

Wen He looked at the bamboo incense in her hand, her eyes filled with astonishment.

The light from the incense, in fiery red, actually had a hint of deep blue!

Her heart skipped a beat. With trembling hands, she stuck the incense into the censer in front of her.

The statue sitting upright on the table looked solemn and majestic. Looking closely, it seemed like there was a faint smile at the corner of its mouth. It lifted its eyes to look into the distance, its eyes seeming empty yet also filled with the myriad scenes of the human world...

"Xiao Wen..."

Sister Ren, standing beside her, saw her staring blankly at the statue without saying a word and couldn't help but come over to push her shoulder. Only then did Wen He pull her gaze away from the statue.

Without knowing when, a small section of the bamboo incense in the censer had already burned away.

"Time's up, the incense hasn't burned out. Miss Wen, come with me." Zhou Yu reached out and pointed to a small door beside the main hall.

Wen He hadn't reacted yet. "It's already been five minutes?"

She had only glanced at the statue, yet it had taken a full five minutes?

Sister Ren saw her standing frozen and pushed her again, "Xiao Wen, let's go."

Seeing Zhou Yu not respond, Wen He could only follow.

In the small room connected to the main hall, Yu Yuan sat on one side, a snow-white Samoyed lying beside her with its eyes closed in a doze. Hearing the door open, the Samoyed's ears twitched, and it curiously raised its head.

Wen He and Sister Ren stood together at the door, looking at Yu Yuan's familiar face. For a moment, no one spoke first.

Gua Gua lay next to Yu Yuan, pulling back its gaze from Wen He, nudging Yu Yuan's arm with its nose. Even knowing no one could hear them, it still lowered its voice:

[Host, this is the film empress known as the heroine's golden finger! Hurry and open your eyes and look!]

This was the first time they had come across a character from the original book!

Gua Gua kept nudging her hand with its nose. Yu Yuan's hand, which was pouring tea, stiffened. The pale green tea spilled onto the table, and her fingertips were scalded red.

In the original book, the heroine was about the same age as Liangliang, and at this time should still be a little kid in kindergarten.

As for why Film Empress Wen was the heroine's golden finger, the book gave the reason that the heroine's parents, who were at the peak of their careers, suddenly died, and their property was swept away by relatives. The heroine was sent by relatives to an orphanage in a distant place. Film Empress Wen, as the heroine's mother's close friend, searched for the heroine for many years until she finally found her.

After finding the heroine, to make up for all the harm she had suffered over the years, Film Empress Wen used all her connections to pave the way for the heroine in the entertainment industry, becoming the heroine's strongest backing for slapping down and fighting back.

Not to mention the heroine's parents were still alive now and the plot hadn't even started to unfold, but she just felt extremely uncomfortable.

The room was quiet, except for Gua Gua's noisy little puppy voice in her mind, there was no other sound.

Because of this, Yu Yuan could clearly hear the sound of her own heartbeat—thump thump thump... getting faster and faster, until her heart ached a little.

[Host...]

Yu Yuan quietly gripped the handle of the teapot, cold sweat dripping down one side of her forehead.

"Gua Gua..."

[Hmm?] Gua Gua lifted its doggy head. [Host, why are you calling me?]

"Go play on your own, you're making my heart hurt."

[...]

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