The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

——What to do, he seems to have someone he wants to care about.

Three days later, Jianshan Temple.

Fang Yao knelt in front of the shrine for half a day, and finished reading all the Buddhist scriptures he remembered in his life; he hoped to seek a happy future for himself and his sweetheart, even if he had to pay the price, he was willing.

But the signature in the bamboo tube seemed to be a sign, even if he shook it a dozen times, all the signatures fell out.

Again and again; shattering all his hopes.

The old monk in the temple clasped his palms together, stood behind him with compassionate brows and eyes, and said to him,

——Into the magic barrier.

Fang Yao, who has always been cold-hearted and cold-hearted, felt extremely harsh when he heard these words, his heart seemed to fall into the boundless black sea, and fell silent in the bitter rot pool.

He ignored the old monk's advice, and placed the fourteen sticks that fell on the ground one by one on the ground; then he took out the other five sticks from the bamboo tube and threw them to the past together.

No matter how bad it is, it will win the lottery.

Seeing this, the old monk slowly closed his eyes, folded his palms together and recited a Buddha's mantra, with a boundless sigh flashing in his heart.

idiot.

He shook the bamboo tube again, and the bamboo sticks inside made noises as they moved, overlapping and breaking apart in disorder; after repeated several times, a stick finally fell out.

——Sign on the top.

As he wished to get the signature he wanted, Fang Yao picked it up contentedly, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Unsign."

Although he said that his family members do not lie, and Fang Yao’s actions just now were completely teasing me in front of the Buddha; but the old monk thought about the few black-clothed bodyguards guarding in front of the temple, and still reached out and took Fang Yao’s hand. bamboo sticks.

He thought it was just a forced signature that didn't fit the situation; but when he looked closely, he froze in place.

No.20 eight lottery, top up.

The old monk raised his slightly cloudy eyes, and after looking closely for a moment, he suddenly raised his palm and placed it on Fang Yao's forehead.

The sound of bells ringing in the distance reverberates among the valleys; it sounds far away, but it shakes in the soul.

"Benefactor, if you meet a noble person in the future, you will turn bad luck into good luck. It's the best sign."

After pulling out nineteen sticks, he finally got a satisfactory result. Hearing the old monk's sincere intention to untie the lottery, Fang Yao's usually indifferent eyes were tinged with warmth.

Seeing this, the old monk stopped talking; he slowly pulled out a red rope from his sleeve pocket and put it in Fang Yao's open palm; his eyes closed with compassion, and he recited softly and piously. One sentence: "Don't be too obsessed, let it go and it will come true."

--lay down?
Fang Yao clenched the things in his hands, and looked up at the old monk in puzzlement.

He obviously asked for the upper hand, why should he let it go?Could it be that the signature that the old monk unscrambled just now was playing tricks on him?

The compassionate old monk saw through what he was thinking, and after chanting the Buddha's name again, he said softly and slowly: "The benefactor is not a marriage. It is a relationship."

relative?Fang Yao's face changed.

Now his only living relative is his grandfather. Does the old monk mean that he will not live long?What kind of trouble is it to sign on the top, isn't this still a sign on the bottom?
If it wasn't for the concern that this is an important place of Buddhism, and the tomb of his mother's clothes was buried not far away here, he would really grab the old monk by his collar and ask him what he meant, pretending to be a ghost here!
The red rope held in his palm was loosened and tightened again. The stern-faced boy stared back at the Buddha statue for a few breaths, and finally left in silence.

The old monk looked down at the chaotic lottery, his face was still full of compassion: "Amitabha."