The wind is blowing.

The evening breeze is blowing, and ethereal ancient tunes are heard in Sensoji Temple. Those swaying lanterns are like musical notes jumping in the hazy night, shining with dreamy fluorescence.

Eriyi was shrouded in these bunches of fluorescence, her face was beautiful and calm, like a goddess from an ancient shrine praying devoutly to the gods. No one or anything could shake the will of this goddess.

It is undeniable that countless tourists present were touched.

This kind of heartbeat is not due to any charming thoughts, it is purely due to the sacred aura exuding from Eryi's body, which makes people dare not to blaspheme, and some are just moved from the heart.

This touch is like a crystal gem, pure and uncontaminated by any distracting thoughts, and directly touches the most sensitive string in people's hearts.

And Lin Ye was equally dazzling next to the girl.

The boy was dressed in a red and white samurai uniform, with stern brows and a murderous aura. He was also holding a long reverse-edged sword in his hand, just like the unblinking executioner Battousai from the shogunate era.

But when he looked at Eri Yi, those black eyes looked deep and firm, seeming to be silently telling others that Lin Ye was not the so-called flower protector, but a protector when the girl in front of him encountered fatal danger.

At any moment, the knight who dares to rush forward and fight to rescue.

That must be a very beautiful love.

The moment before Eriyi shook the lottery tube, she glanced deeply at Lin Ye. It was that look that completely imprinted the boy in his ruby-like pupils, and the only reflection occupied the girl's whole world.

Although Eriyi didn't speak at that moment, anyone with a sensitive mind can feel that this girl must like the boy around her. Although she doesn't know when and where this love affair started, it must be unforgettable in the girl's heart.

Now Eriyi is drawing lots to pray, she must be praying for the most perfect ending for her love.

Such a beautiful love, even the Buddha would be moved to tears. How could a girl not win the lottery if she prays so devoutly?

The atmosphere in the whole place was extremely quiet, and the wind flowed slowly and spiritually, gently blowing the girl's long dark red hair.

Huiliyi shook the bamboo stick in her hand, and a bamboo stick fell from the tube.

"Girl, wait a minute, I'll sign for you."

The middle-aged monk who had collected the money earlier came over with a smile and clasped hands.

There are corresponding numbers on the bamboo sticks drawn, and the characters correspond to the drawer numbers on the side. Inside are pieces of lottery paper, and the contents on the paper are the specific answers to the lottery.

Many tourists stood on tiptoes and couldn't help but look over.

They were all very curious, thinking about what kind of lottery such a beautiful and pious girl could draw.

Lin Ye was also curious. Although he didn't believe in these things at all, he couldn't help but fantasize. Of course, this had nothing to do with superstition, it was just a pure fantasy.

Eriyi became nervous in a rare way, and her little hands clenched tightly subconsciously.

For her, this draw is of great significance, and of course she wants a happy result.

"Ominous!"

However, when the middle-aged monk picked up the bamboo stick and looked at it carefully, his expression suddenly changed.

Bamboo sticks are divided into small auspicious, half auspicious, auspicious and big auspicious. Among them, small auspicious is the lower sign. In addition, there is also a kind of bamboo stick without characters, which is the bad sign.

Once such a lot is drawn, there is no annotation, because there is no corresponding number at all. This in itself means that the person who draws the unlucky lot will encounter major accidents in the future, whether it is marriage or fate, it will end badly.

There are no characters on the ominous sign, only a scarlet-blooded word 'evil' is marked at the bottom of the sign, which is extremely eye-catching.

Many tourists' expressions changed after seeing this bamboo stick. They came here to pray and ask for a fortune, so they naturally knew the meaning of the category on the bamboo stick. But now this pious girl has drawn a bad fortune, which is obviously not a good sign.

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The beautiful eyes that Eriyi had expected suddenly dimmed.

Although she did not understand what a bad lot was, she could tell from the complicated expressions of the middle-aged monk and the people present that the lot she drew did not have any good meaning, and would only indicate that she would suffer disaster in the future.

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Eriki couldn't help but lower her head. She pursed her lips tightly, like a child who had done something wrong.

The girl thought of a lot in her mind in an instant, such as her brother Yuan Zhisheng's warning, the way the world looked at her, and the terrible blood flowing in her own body.

"Oh my, isn't it just a bamboo stick? Could it be that it really predicts a person's destiny?"

A nonchalant voice suddenly sounded.

I saw Lin Ye stepping forward, taking the so-called evil sign from the middle-aged monk's hand, and the next moment, in full view of everyone, he violently folded it with both hands.

Click!

The bamboo stick is broken into two pieces.

"Donor, you... alas! The bamboo sticks you draw must never be broken, especially the evil ones!"

The middle-aged monk's eyes widened and he seemed caught off guard. Soon he saw that the bamboo stick had been broken, and he could only warn with a sigh.

"Why not?" Lin Ye raised his eyebrows.

The middle-aged monk explained in a solemn tone: "The lottery represents a person's future life direction. I can't say it will be 100% accurate, but we must at least be in awe of fate itself."

Lin Ye shrugged, "Destiny itself is elusive. Even when destiny is rotten, we have to attack decisively and regain control of our destiny, so why should we be in awe?"

"You..."

The middle-aged monk was still relatively young in his spiritual practice. He was unable to convince Lin Ye for a while, but he almost became angry himself.

He could only look at Lin Ye and scolded in a warning tone: "Donors, please don't be arrogant. If the evil lot drawn is forcibly broken by others, it means that the disaster will be transferred to the person who broke the lot."

On his body, and because of his disrespect for fate, this person will suffer greater disasters in the future."

"What did you say?!" Lin Ye looked shocked.

"Are you scared? Haha, it's too late! Donor, I didn't know you were so quick, but now...Eh?!" The middle-aged monk sneered, feeling that he was finally better than this arrogant boy.

But before he finished speaking, the monk's face immediately turned dark.

Lin Ye suddenly exclaimed with ecstasy on his face, "Monk, thank you for informing me! I didn't expect that this thing can deflect disasters after being broken off."

As he spoke, Lin Ye was full of energy and broke the bamboo stick in his hand into two pieces again and again. Even though it had been broken into five or six pieces, he still did not stop.

The whole place was silent, only the sound of snapping bamboo sticks could be heard one after another.

All the tourists, including the monks, were dumbfounded.

They never expected that Lin Ye would be so rebellious. Not only did he have no piety towards the Buddha, but even his fate was so mocking. Isn't this boy afraid of being cursed in the dark?

Everyone had mixed feelings.
Chapter completed!