Seeing that Qingge didn't take his words as a joke, the young monk was overjoyed and took a few people to Nanhua Temple.
Qingsha Yao glanced at the little monk and asked: "Little monk, how old are you this year?"
The little monk smiled and said: "Little monk is ten years old this year."
"Ten years old?" Qingsha Yao looked at it, full of suspicion, and said: "You are not an old demon who has been practicing for thousands of years, right?"
Although the young monk was aggrieved, he also said with a smile: "Nanhua Temple is an important place of Buddhism, and monsters are not allowed to come and go. The young monk is not a thousand-year-old demon. Master Guiyi said that I am young. If I return to secular life, I will charm many little girls.
Yes, it’s a pity that the Buddha is on top and the monk cannot act recklessly.”
Master Guiyi!
Qingge's eyes flickered as she thought of the spiritual master's mental state of breakthrough, which was the word "Return to One".
Could it be a coincidence?
Or is it destiny--
Qingsha Yao was surprised when she saw the young monk speaking such words in a serious manner, and then she laughed exaggeratedly, "With you by his side, Buddha should not feel lonely."
The young monk raised his hands in front of his chest, opened his clear and dark eyes, and said seriously: "Donor, this is wrong. Buddha is happy when he is accompanied by all living beings."
Hearing this, Qingsha Yao smiled even more openly.
The young monk picked up a finger, put it to his mouth, looked around with his round eyes, and said: "This is an important place for Buddhism, please don't yell loudly."
Qingsha Yao suppressed a smile and her face turned red.
Ye Wuhen walked over, raised his hand, and plucked off the fallen leaves from Qingsha Yao's hair.
Qingsha Yao gave him a cold look, "Rogue."
Ye Wuhen: "..."
Looking at the four stars, the only one who can make her go rogue is Qingsha Yao.
"Little monk, where is Master Guiyi?" Qingge asked.
"Master Guiyi?" The young monk tilted his head and thought for a while, then said immediately: "At this time, Master Guiyi should be meditating. Master Guiyi meditates for an hour every day. But the donor wants to see Master Guiyi? It's just that
, Master Guiyi only sees designated people."
"The designated person?" Qing Ge was indifferent.
The little monk shook his snow-colored tea egg-like head, tapped his little finger in the air, and imitated the posture of an adult, saying: "The so-called designated person is the person who is destined."
"Really?" Qingge smiled slightly, glanced at the empty courtyard, and said, "It seems that I am not the destined person for Master Guiyi."
"Don't the donors want to ask for signatures? This is the place to ask for signatures." The young monk led a few people into a temple and faced Guanyin.
Under the guidance of the little monk, the four of Qing Ge knelt on the futon and shook the lottery tube. Then, a lottery fell out.
Qingge picked up the sign and handed it to the young monk. The little monk followed the serial number of the sign, found a piece of folded yellow paper, and placed it in Qingge's palm along with a Pixiu pendant.
The young monk said: "Pixiu means attracting wealth, driving away evil spirits and bringing good luck, and hopes that monsters and ghosts will stay away from the donor."
"What a cute little guy." Qing Ge took the Pi Xiu and the yellow paper and said with a smile.
The little monk scratched his head and found that there was no hair on it. He retracted his hand in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Really? Master Guiyi also said that I am very cute. In the eyes of Buddha, am I also very cute?"
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"In the eyes of Buddha, there is no good or evil, beauty or ugliness, all living beings are lovely." Qingge raised a finger and tapped the little monk's forehead.
The little monk's eyes shone brightly, "In this way, even if I go to the toilet, it is a very cute thing for the Buddha. Then I will not feel guilty when I go to the toilet in the future."
Qingge: "..." It's so innocent and cute.
Qing Ge lowered his head, opened the yellow paper, and two lines of words jumped into his eyes——
Just like a crane emerging from its cage, it can be seen everywhere.
There are no obstacles in the north, south, east or west. You can go straight to Jiuxiao Palace.
When the young monk saw Qingge's lot, he shouted happily, "It's a lucky lot. It's like a white crane soaring into the sky. Donor, the Buddha is looking after you."
When he said these words, the young monk looked at Qingge's black pupils, which seemed to be filled with holy light.
Singing softly and smiling, my heart is full of mixed feelings.
From great misfortune to good fortune step by step, the taste is like drinking water and knowing whether it is warm or cold.
"Although I am not in good luck, I am still lucky." Qingsha Yao shook off the yellow paper in her hand, "The spiritual lottery says that I have the destiny of the Phoenix, but I have to be reborn from the ashes and overcome the calamity of life and death before I can enjoy the honor of the Phoenix.
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"I am the winner of the lottery. Once I meet Jin Feng Yu Lu, I will win against countless people in the world." Ye Wuhen said, looking at the Qingsha Demon with eyes filled with excitement.
The Qingsha Demon whistled and looked away.
Ye Wuhen was full of doting and helplessly smiled a few times.
Qingge looked at Aventurine and was about to ask about the spiritual fortune teller. In the next room, a monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes came. The monk put one hand on his chest, walked to Qingge and said: "The donor is
The four kings, the girl who sings softly at night?”
Qingge was surprised, looked back at Qingsha Yao and the others, and then said: "Exactly."
"That's right." The monk took a step back and said, "Donor, Master Guiyi has invited you."
Master Guiyi——
Qingge's dark and deep pupils narrowed tightly.
The young monk clapped his hands and said, "Donor, you are the destined person that the young monk just mentioned."
Qingge silently followed the monk towards the east wing. When he reached the door, the monk nodded and smiled peacefully, "Master Guiyi is inside."
After saying that, the monk bowed slightly and left.
Qingge looked at the sandalwood door in front of her, hesitated for a while, then raised her hands, placed them on the door, and pushed it gently.
Crunch——
The door is open.
It seems like there is a fairy mist, and there is a strong scent of sandalwood.
Qing Ge looked inside and saw an old man with a kind face who was making tea.
The old man has frosty eyebrows and snowy hair, a fairy-like spirit, and a whisk in his arm.
"Donor, are you here?" Master Guiyi looked towards Qingge with a smile.
Qingge looked at Master Guiyi's face and was speechless.
This is a familiar and unfamiliar face.
After taking a bath with the little fox in Jialan's back garden, she met an old man who read her palm. The old man was Master Guiyi.
Qingge stepped forward, Master Guiyi spread his hands and said, "Sit."
Qingge sat on the mahogany chair, a shrewd look flashed in the depths of her pupils, Qingge said jokingly: "Master, do you want to read my palm again?"
"You girl, you are really naughty." Master Guiyi glanced at Qingge, who was calm, kind and kind.
"In front of seniors, young people should be naughty to be cute, right?" Qingge said.
Master Guiyi smiled and said: "It's so cute."
Qingge: "Master has given me the award."
At this moment, Master Guiyi made a cup of tea, sang it softly with a bamboo tong, and said: "Hold it tightly in the palm of your hand and give it a try."
Qing Ge Ru Yan, took the purple sand cup, held it in the palm of his hand, curled up his fingers, the hot temperature spread like fire, and connected his fingers to his heart. In an instant, Qing Ge felt an unprecedented pain, heart-piercing and unspeakable.