Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

"Oh, no..." The middle-aged monk was about to speak and was interrupted.

"No." Presided over the opening, shaking his head slightly toward him, indicating that he did not have to say much.

The middle-aged monk glanced at the host and looked at the little girl who was shaking the sign. The bamboo stick rang with her hands shaking, and the crisp voice echoed in the hall, one after another.

The host also stepped forward and stood quietly watching.

For a long time, a bamboo stick landed, and the signing was stopped. The child was happy and smiled and bent his eyes to pick up the sign.

"Small donor, Lao Nalai will untie it for you!" The host was on the front, with a kind smile on the face, using you, not you.

"Yeah, give it."

The nephew handed it over to him, looking at him with a pair of beautiful eyes. Some expected to ask: "This can tell me, when can we go home and see my mother?"

The host smiled and looked at the bamboo stick. The next moment, the smile on his face was a stagnation. I saw that this was a sign without a sign. He looked at it again and again. There are still no signs on both the front and the back. When I was framing my eyebrows, I saw the bamboo sticks. The words that were glowing with golden light floated up and I couldn’t help but see the shock.

"Hey! This... how could this be?"

The middle-aged monk was also shocked and opened his eyes in an incredible way. Above the bamboo stick, generally only the sign is written, and then the signature is corresponding, but there is no sign on the bamboo stick. At this moment, there is a line of golden light in the air.

Rao stayed in the Imperial Temple for many years, solved the signature for more than 20 years, and did not encounter such shocking things.

They saw that the nephew naturally saw it. Looking at the scene, the nephew did not speak. After just glanced at it, he looked at the golden Buddha on the big temple, and his heart was a little strange.

"The fairy is pregnant into a dragon and a dragon, but the Tiangong is incapable of a star, and it is difficult to live a life. It is natural to force it." The host thought about these words, but the hand holding the bamboo stick was slightly trembled.

Fairy? Lifeless star?

The nephew listened to the signing of the light thoughts, the eyebrows and one eyebrows, and the cold little face was frosty. He stepped forward from the host to take the bamboo stick and read it again. The thin lips were slightly sloppy and looked at the host and the middle-aged monk.

"It's best not to reveal a half-word today!" He said coldly, his voice fell, and he turned and took Mu and Mu and walked out.

Watching them leave, the middle-aged monk took a deep breath, looked at the host, wanted to ask, but found that he could not speak at all, as if the words were stuck in the throat, I do not know how to open.

Today, this matter is far beyond his imagination. If he didn’t see it with his own eyes, he couldn’t even believe that the Buddha actually showed up, but why would it be such a little girl? And that sign poem...

"Ah! Host, the bamboo stick was taken away by them!" He only reacted, and the signature of the Lord Buddha's manifestation was actually taken away by them.

The host took a deep breath and suppressed the tumbling of his heart. He quickly came to the middle of the hall and slammed his hands together and said: "Amitabha."

Then he got up and said: "Today, I can't disclose half of the points." He looked at the side with nothing, with seriousness and dignity on his face. "Remember, you can't reveal a half point."