Yue Qi walked into the main hall of White Horse Temple like a walking corpse.

Kneeled on the futon in the middle.

"Bang!"

The head was smashed hard.

I haven't gotten up for a long time.

The pilgrims around looked at her side, thinking that she was a devout believer.

But, no one knows.

Yue Qi was filled with tears.

She was curled up in front of the Buddha.

Slightly trembling.

"Why? Why is it me?" Her face almost touched the ground, muttering to herself.

The conversation with the doctor was echoed in my mind.

"Doctor, how long can I live?"

"According to the current level of development, up to three months."

"Why? Not many AIDS patients live well?"

"You are different from them. Several of your organs have already shown signs of failure..."

"Doctor, please give me the best medicine. I have a lot of money! I don't want to die!"

"The antibiotics you are given now are the best, but your condition is too fierce and the antibiotics do not work. And you must be extra careful about the invasion of multiple organ complications in your current situation."

"Doctor, how much does it cost?"

"It's not a matter of money, it depends on your body's tolerance."

Yue Qi slowly stood up.

Put your hands together and raise your head.

Looking at the giant statue of Buddha holding flowers in the middle of the hall.

His eyes were drooping, as if he was paying attention to the sufferings of sentient beings in the world.

"Buddha, please save me..." Yue Qi shouted in her heart.

The Buddha's face has not changed.

Still smiling.

How can I hear her voice in clay-tied wood sculpture?

Yue Qi stood up in dismay.

Turn around and walk towards the door.

"Why donor, why don't you come to do a fortune?" The monk who was a guest on the right side of the door saw it and knew that Yue Qi was worried.

Such money is best to make.

"Tell me a fortune?" Yue Qi seemed to have returned to her a little bit of awesomeness.

In the past, she disdained these things.

A typical liar!

If you are deceived, how bad is your IQ?

But now she understands.

All seeking is hard.

Who can have no desires and no desires for the rest of his life?

"Donor, what are you?" the young monk, the monk from Zhigu said with a smile.

There is a grammatical problem in the words, but Yue Qi doesn't care at all.

"I encountered a big health problem. I want to know if I can get through it smoothly." Yue Qi's voice was soft and small.

It's like a

The frightened little white rabbit.

Escape at any time.

Monks cannot do things like asking for signatures and explanations.

However, Yue Qi didn't care much about it.

It seemed that the sign was her last driftwood.

If you catch it, you will escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Please!" said the monk.

Yue Qi grabbed the sign and began to shake.

"Crash!"

The bamboo stick hits the cylinder wall, just like it hits Yue Qi's heart.

She finally understood the mentality of those who asked for signing.

"Crash!"

A bamboo stick jumped out of the sign and landed on the table.

Yue Qi stopped immediately.

His eyes were straight.

The monk in charge smiled and took the sign in his hand and looked at it carefully.

"Show me!" Yue Qi grabbed the bamboo stick.

From top to bottom,

I wrote four lines to sign the poem.

"The heaven opens the earth and creates a good relationship, and the day is auspicious and good time is perfect. If you get this signature, you will be able to do it, and the emperor will proclaim it."

"Do you need me to explain it to you?"

"Required!" Yue Qi nodded vigorously.

The monk Zhike took the bamboo stick and said incredibly: "This is Guanyin spiritual sign, the first sign... I will give you a sign!"

Yue Qi suddenly felt that the big rock in her heart had fallen.

Sign up!

Is this a hint from God?

"Then, my question..." Yue Qi was anxious.

"According to the signature poem, the donor will meet a good doctor and the pain will be cured." Every word of the monk in the guest seems to be heavy.

"Really?" A smile appeared on Yue Qi's face.

Although his face was extremely ugly, it still made the monk Zhike feel dazed.

"That's what it means to interpret according to the signature poem."

"Okay, thank you! How much does it cost?" Yue Qi asked with a smile.

"Uh... there is no certain rule." The monk said.

Yue Qi took out a red ticket and put it into the merit box next to the monk.

The monk proclaimed the Buddha's name and nodded to Yue Qi.

Yue Qi suddenly said, "Master, can I take this sign away?"

The monk Zhike was so excited that he was called "Master", but then frowned and said, "One hundred signs, one sign is missing, it won't work."

"Then can you sell this ticket to me?" Yue Qi took out her wallet directly, "How much does it cost?"

The monk from Zhigu coughed twice: "Donor, it's a vulgarity to say that he is selling. I am merciful. It's a fate to meet the donor... This... ah..."

Hesitate.

Yue Qi knows it.

Immediately, I threw two red tickets into the merit box.

"Then this signing

Give it to the donor!" The monk smiled.

"No need, I just need this sign." Yue Qi carefully put the bamboo stick into the bag, pressed the bag tightly in front of her, and left the Main Hall.
To be continued...