After explaining it, the old monk handed the lottery to Ye Qianmo and asked him to see it with his own eyes.

Ye Qianmo looked at the signature and was stunned for a while, thinking, does that woman really know my feelings? I don't want to doubt her easily, but there are always others in her heart, and she can't let go of others, telling me not to

Doubt, easier said than done.

The old monk was always paying attention to Ye Qianmo's expression, and he could tell that he was a very independent person. For such a person, there is no need to give much advice, and he can only slowly figure it out on his own.

I'm afraid that when he really thinks about letting go, the female lay practitioner may still be there.

After Ye Qianmo returned the lot to the old monk, he looked up and saw that the temple was indeed very dilapidated.

"Master, I want to make some merit. You can use it to repair this place, or you can use it to give alms to lay people in need. This is my idea." After saying that, he took out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket.

On the note paper, write down the words of donating 200,000 yuan to the person who gave it to Ye Qianmo.

"Master, please keep this note and someone will come and exchange it for you into cash."

"Amitabha! Thank you, layman!" Although Ye Qianmo just wrote a note, the old monk did not have the slightest doubt and accepted it gratefully and sincerely thanked him.

After leaving this small temple, Ye Qianmo wandered around for a while before returning to the temple where his mother, Xia Youxin and others rested. After they got up, they went down the mountain together.

I didn't walk very fast when I went up the mountain, and I walked slowly when I got down the mountain. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when I got to the bottom of the mountain.

"Mom, tonight we will rest at the place where we stayed yesterday. We will leave tomorrow morning and go to the next mountain."

"Okay." Fu Fengyi responded.

Ye Qianmo took a look and saw that his mother was in a bad mood and spoke in a dull tone. He glanced at Song Wanting, wondering if she had told her mother about him driving her home and made her angry.

Song Wanting was really wronged this time. She originally wanted to tell her, but before she could speak, she saw that Fu Fengyi was unhappy, so she didn't dare to say anything.

"Mom, what's wrong? You seem unhappy."

"It's okay." Fu Fengyi shook her head.

Ye Qianmo looked at his mother's face carefully, and after thinking for a while, he understood that today's matter had nothing to do with Song Wanting, and his mother was thinking of Ye Zihan again.

He really ignored this matter. In fact, every time Fu Fengyi went to the temple to worship Buddha and burn incense, it was because of Ye Zihan. But in the past few years, she has not behaved so obviously, and she is not so dull after burning incense.

"Mom, why don't we go back to Dongjiang? After a while, we can accompany you to the other mountains, okay?"

"No!" Fu Fengyi flatly refused.

"Okay, since you insist, let's go as planned. Let's go and rest."

Ye Qianmo and Song Wanting supported Fu Fengyi from both sides and slowly walked towards the hotel. Several people on the road heard the Buddhist music at the same time, from far to near. When the sound came closer, everyone took a closer look, but it was a disabled person.

The man's hands and feet were destroyed. The man looked a little deformed, and anyone who looked at him would feel heart-wrenching and uncomfortable. He was piled on a wooden skateboard with wheels underneath. He pushed it with his arms without hands.

Moving forward on the ground.

On the skateboard, next to his body is a small speaker playing Buddhist music, and the tune is Amitabha.

Scenes like this are common in cities. Ye Qianmo knew that his mother always wanted to give charity, so he said: "Mom, please wait for me, I will go and help him."

Ye Qianmo took out a stack of red notes from his wallet and put it into the beggar's bowl. Probably the beggar had never seen anyone give so much, so he kept saying thank you.

Before Ye Qianmo could turn around, she heard her mother's hurried footsteps coming towards her. It turned out that she was a little excited and threw away Song Wanting, ran to the beggar, looked at him up and down, and asked him in a trembling voice: "This child,

How old are you and where are you from? How did you become like this?"
Chapter completed!