Chapter 186: The calamity is determined by fate (second update)
The Queen Mother was welcomed in, she offered incense and worshiped Buddha, added money for sesame oil, and then shook the lot. The sign was a down one, which was not good. However, the Queen Mother also knew that something was wrong with her, so she took the lot and went to the side to find a master for interpretation.
Ye Wanwan followed the Queen Mother all the way and knelt down before shaking the lot. Qing Sha handed the lot to Ye Wanwan and asked, "Do you want it?"
Ye Wanwan didn't want to at first, she didn't believe it, but now that she was here, she just took it for fun, picked up the lottery tube and shook it.
"Pah!" A lottery ticket fell to the ground. Qingsha quickly picked it up and handed it to Ye Wanwan.
Ye Wanwan took a look and signed...
Ye Wanwan didn't take it seriously, but Qingsha's expression suddenly turned bad: "This must be the wrong shake, try again."
Then let’s do it again. Ye Wanwan shook it again and decided again.
Two times, three times, four times... Qing Sha was so angry that her face was livid.
How could this be possible? I’ve signed the lottery ten times!!!
"Is this all about signings?"
Qing Sha was so angry that she grabbed all the lots inside and counted them. She was really surprised. They were all low lots, up lots, up top lots. There were only ten lower lots in total, and they were all covered by leaves.
Wanwan shook it out.
"Your Majesty, I am guilty. It must be because I touched these lots that the lot turned out to be low. If I don't touch it again, I will shake it again. It must be up or down."
Qingsha was so anxious that she was about to cry. Ye Wanwan had no choice but to pick up a handful and sign it, and took one out of it: "Then take this one and get it signed."
Qingsha immediately laughed when she saw the inscription: "The empress was born to be noble, and she will get the inscription as soon as she takes it."
This was obviously self-comforting, and Ye Wanwan stopped exposing her.
Look at the ten numbers next to you and sign them, this is your destiny.
Ye Wanwan walked over to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother had already finished asking. Qingsha actively handed over Ye Wanwan's signature: "Master, please show my master her signature."
Special emphasis, sign on.
The one who received the Queen Mother was the uncle of the presiding master of Hanshan Temple, whose monastic name was Chongming.
Master Chongming is not very old, he looks less than fifty years old, and he does not have a very kind face, but it makes people think that he is very wise. His eyes seem calm and unruffled, but in fact they are all-encompassing.
Master Chongming took over: Purple air travels eastward, hundred-year-old flowers bloom, and noble people meet each other, whether they will be prosperous or not.
"This...isn't this the benefactor's lot?" He put down the sign and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I looked at the face of the benefactor. The sky was round and the earth was missing, the children's palace was sunken, but the eyebrows were full of peach blossoms. The benefactor's children
If you have a weak relationship, if you have a weak relationship with your husband, you will be destined to have a peach blossom evil, and within three years there will be a bloody disaster and a fatal disaster."
Qing Sha stared at her after hearing this: "You... this is obviously alarmist. My mother-in-law has a noble status, deep blessings, and a good life. Don't talk nonsense here."
Ye Wanwan scolded: "Qingsha, don't be rude."
Qingsha felt very aggrieved and closed her mouth, but her eyes filled with tears, feeling aggrieved for her mother-in-law.
This shabby temple and smelly monk must be lying and talking nonsense.
The Queen Mother frowned tightly as she listened to the sidelines. The relationship between children was weak and the relationship between husband and wife was weak. Wasn't it Ye Wanwan that she was talking about?
A bloody disaster, a fatal disaster... "Master, since you can see it, is there any way to resolve it?"
Chongming slowly shook his head: "This is how fate should be. Even if there are all kinds of Buddhist teachings, they all lead to the same destination."
Does this mean she will definitely die?
Although she had expected it, it was really unpleasant to hear this result from someone else's mouth.
Ye Wanwan stood up: "Is this the fate? In three years, I will come back to see the master again."
Obviously, she doesn't feel that she only has three years to live. Even though there are various signs now that she can't escape the fate of her previous life, she still doesn't want to accept her fate, never!
Chongming nodded: "Amitabha, the donor is an open-minded person. I pray that the donor will break free from the shackles and wait for you again in three years."
Ye Wanwan left, but the Queen Mother frowned: "Master, is there really no way to resolve this?"
Although she was angry with Ye Wanwan, she never thought about Ye Wanwan's death. After all, the child she watched grow up, how could she not have feelings?
Hearing this, Chongming looked deeply at the Queen Mother, and then slowly shook his head: "How can we have both in this world? Whether we can resist or not is fate."
It was not enough for the Queen Mother to burn incense and unravel the fortune. She also had to ask the master to recite sutras for her to clear her mind, so she had to stay here tonight.
Ever since she untied the sign, Qingsha felt like an eggplant beaten by frost, as if her soul had been taken away. Those who didn't know thought that the fate was hers.
The Queen Mother looked at Ye Wanwan, her resentment was gone, only a sigh remained.
Ye Wanwan: "..." She is still fine, but why does her expression look like she is not going to die soon?
But speaking of it, the master is also quite capable. Within three years, there will be bloody disasters and fatal disasters. Three years later, isn't it the same age when the prince was killed?
It's absolutely true.
After listening to the scriptures, the Queen Mother went to rest, lay down and fell asleep. This time, she really did not have any more nightmares.
It was still early, so Ye Wanwan went to the back mountain and opened the Zen courtyard of Master Chongming.
Chongming sat under a jujube tree and meditated. At this moment, the jujube tree was covered with jujubes. The whole tree was bright red, and the whole garden was filled with the sweet smell of jujubes.
Sensing Ye Wanwan's arrival, Chongming slowly opened his eyes and held a plate full of dates from the side: "Donor, please give it a try."
Ye Wanwan walked over and tasted the dates: "It's very sweet."
Chongming raised his hand, and a ripe date happened to fall on his palm. He threw it casually and landed in the spring water not far away.
There was a layer of red floating on the spring water, which turned out to be all dates. There was a dustpan next to it, which was used to hold the dates washed in the water.
"I wonder what the donor's visit is about?" Chongming was full of Buddha nature and was not impatient at all for the sudden arrival of the uninvited guest.
Ye Wanwan sat under the jujube tree and looked up at the jujubes above: "Nothing, I just want to chat with the master. I wonder what sutras the master should recite to save the evil spirit who died unjustly and was full of resentment?"
Chongming: "The Great Sutra of Rescue from the Suffering, the Great Compassion Mantra, and the Rebirth Mantra."
Ye Wanwan took a date and continued to eat: "Can you ask the master to recite a rebirth mantra?"
Master Chongming followed the good deeds and rolled the beads in his hand, and recited the Rebirth Mantra seriously.
Buddhist chanting has a unique intonation, which makes people feel sleepy and clears away distracting thoughts. It really has a calming effect on the mind.
However, this scripture can only calm the mind and is of no use to evil spirits.
Look, Master Chongming has been saved and she is still here. Master’s Dharma is not very good either.
After Master Chongming finished reciting, Ye Wanwan picked up the plate of dates and said, "Thank you, Master. I won't interrupt you and take my leave."
He just took the other person's plate away.
Master Chongming smiled and shook his head slowly.
Purple air travels eastward, hundred-year-old flowers bloom, and noble people meet each other.
The number of calamities is determined by heaven, and your fate should not be cut off.