Chapter 941: If a miracle occurs 2 Chapter 941: If a miracle occurs 2 After Victoria Garcia took her nap in the afternoon, Edward Hernandez did as he said he would.
He drove alone to a temple in the suburbs, renowned for granting wishes.
Edward Hernandez climbed the temple stairs on his knees, one by one, wholeheartedly praying for a miracle.
Passersby who saw Edward adoring this way couldn’t help but give him their praise.
So middle-aged won curiously asked, “Young man, what are you praying for?”
Edward looked up, resolutely replied, “I am asking the Bodhisattva to bless my wife’s child in her womb to be healthy and strong.”
“With such sincerity, the Bodhisattva will surely be moved, and your baby will certainly be healthy and strong,” the passing won said warmly and earnestly.
Everyone had sothing to say.
Soon, those who ca to make wishes started to kneel and climb the temple stairs as Edward had done.
The line grew larger and more formidable.
Years later, this thod of worship beca a tradition at the tropolis temple, sothing Edward had never foreseen.
Many years later, Victoria Garcia also ca here to kneel and pay homage to those who had once been important in her life.
After completing this series of rituals, Edward sincerely stated his wish to the Bodhisattva.
Then, he drew a fortune stick for himself.
It was said that the fortunes here were very prescient.
Edward thought, since he was here, he might as well draw one.
When he picked up the stick from the ground and read it carefully, his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
The little monk took the stick and then led Edward to see a master who would interpret it.
The master, dressed in monastic attire, was silently chanting scriptures.
Only after finishing did he open his eyes.
The little monk handed the stick to the master, who, after looking at it, simply uttered, “Amitofu.”
“Master, is this a poor fortune?” Even if he didn’t understand fully, Edward was, after all, familiar with words, and even through their complexity, he could discern so aning.
Seeing that he asked, the master responded truthfully, “Distinguished Guest, what did you ask for with this fortune?”
“Destiny!” Edward spoke for the first ti with such “taste.”
A person like him didn’t actually believe in destiny.
And because he didn’t believe in destiny, he was even more curious about what these things would say about his.
“If the Distinguished Guest is asking about destiny, then please return, as there is no interpretation for this fortune,” the master said, collecting the stick.
“…”
What kind of answer is ‘no interpretation’?
“What do you an by that, Master?” Edward was unwilling to just leave like this.
The master explained, “If it is such a poor fortune regarding destiny, it ans that the Distinguished Guest’s destiny cannot be altered. There are so things that are preordained; to try and change them ans there is no destiny. Since you cannot change your destiny, how can you ask about it?”
Was this what ‘no interpretation’ ant?
Edward felt like he understood, yet he didn’t.
The master, after saying this, closed his eyes and would not speak anymore.
Guided by the little monk, Edward retraced his steps and returned.
It was indeed a strange fortune and an even stranger master!
For Edward himself, it was an extraordinary journey of fate.
So things seed to already have an answer in the grand sche of things.
Edward took a few of the blessed sweets offered by the master and left the temple; by this ti, the sun had already set.
It would take two hours to drive back from here.
He wondered whether Victoria would still be willing to open the door for him when he got ho, but then he thought of the occasional smile she showed him, and Edward felt that everything he did was worth it.
Feelings are indeed a strange thing.
He had never thought about love, but love ca unexpectedly, even branding itself on his heart, never to fade away.
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