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"Amitabha, when the poor monk looked at the faces of the two female Bodhisattvas, he was shocked to see them as heavenly beings, not ordinary people. They are extremely rich and noble, and it is indescribable!"

In the early morning in front of the Buddhist temple, Master Shandao came slowly, with an immortal air, stroking his beard and saying with a smile.

Except for the delicate mute woman who bent down slightly and politely returned the greeting.

Neither Xue Zhongzhu nor Old Monster Sun expressed anything.

Master Shandao calmly looked at the three strangely matched people, turned his head and smiled kindly at the pretty girl who seemed to be in a low mood, and said:

"I observe that you, the female Bodhisattva, have the appearance of a prosperous husband. Your flowery face is very endearing. Most likely, you have a bad fate in love. Right now, you have a frown on your face. Could it be that you are hurt by love? Is it difficult to have both?

"There is also this female Bodhisattva. Although her face is cold and cold, she suddenly has peach blossoms. She seems to be an enemy..."

Zhao Qingxiu turned her head sideways and was stunned for a while.

With his back to the old monk's candle in the snow, the air around him suddenly cooled down.

Master Shandao still doesn’t know it.

Old weirdo Sun was cheerful and said: "Bald Donkey said it well. If you can speak it, just say more."

Master Shandao glanced at Hebo Qiu Laodao and ignored this colleague who seemed to be stealing his job.

"It just so happens that this temple is very effective in seeking marriage." The old monk was talking to himself, then turned around and gestured to the Buddhist temple behind him:

"Many lost benefactors at the foot of the mountain come to this temple to inquire about their marriage... Those who wish to fulfill their wishes, are the two female Bodhisattvas willing to enter the temple and give it a try?"

Old Monster Sun had his hands wrapped around his sleeves and looked sideways at Master Shandao with a smile, his eyes expected and encouraging, but also mixed with a look at his future inmates.

But Xue Zhongzhu seemed to have something on his mind, so he ignored it and walked forward.

Zhao Qingxiu and others followed.

Master Shandao persevered and chased after him. He rummaged through the sleeves of his cassock and took out a box of bamboo tubes.

"Two female Bodhisattvas, please stay. If you are in a hurry, our temple also provides a simple service for seeking marriage. You only need to reverently shake the marriage lottery tube twice and one lottery will fly out. It is specially prepared for the Bodhisattva donors who are in a hurry..."

As if remembering the words of Master Shandao just now, Zhao Qingxiu couldn't help but look at the old monk more and hesitated slightly in her steps.

Master Shandao hurriedly handed over the bamboo tube.

Zhao Qingxiu couldn't refuse. As soon as her fingers touched the lottery tube, Xue Zhongzhu beside her suddenly waved her hand.

He also touched the lucky draw tube and knocked the marriage lucky draw tube away.

Master Shandao was stunned.

"Clatter, crash, crash!" The bamboo sticks inside the tube made a clanging sound.

But immediately, a rather strange scene happened.

I saw the bamboo tube rolling on the ground, and most of the bamboo sticks stopped in the tube safely, but two bamboo sticks wrapped in red paper flew out alone.

By coincidence, one of the sticks whirled and hit the hem of Zhao Qingxiu's skirt, and one flew down to the feet of the candle in the snow.

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

All four people stopped moving.

Zhao Qingxiu looked down, picked up the red sign, and opened the red paper seriously with a small face.

Next to her, Old Monster Sun clicked his tongue in amazement. The good old Taoist priest took a closer look with his pointed head and read out on behalf of the mute:

"There is no way out in the mountains and rivers, but there is another village with dark willows and bright flowers?"

"Amitabha! This female Bodhisattva really has the appearance of a prosperous husband. She is the best sign."

Master Shandao quickly straightened up his appearance, put his hands together, looked like a master, had a solemn face, and said:

"Although the road of love is difficult, never give up on the hard work. As long as your heart is strong and you have a destination ahead of you, you will sleep with dreams from the locust root. After all the hardships, the rewards will come. Remember this."

Zhao Qingxiu paused, bit her lower lip, and stared at the words on the red paper, "Ahhh..."

After all the hardship comes happiness...

Old Monster Sun glanced at Xuezhongzhu, who looked very unhappy, and suppressed his laughter. He did not mind watching the excitement and said:

"Hey, what about the big female gentleman?"

The old Taoist priest, Zhao Qingxiu, and Master Shandao all turned to look.

At this moment, the woman with blond hair that reached her waist and a fox-white fur was standing quietly. A bamboo stick fell in front of her high boots, with no intention of picking it up.

Hehuo Qiu Laodao looked curious and bent down to pick up the bamboo sticks on the ground. But the next second, the bamboo sticks disappeared from his field of vision.

At the feet of the candle in the snow, a bamboo stick for marriage was turned into powder by the sword energy and disappeared from the world.

"You old bald ass with a good nose, are you looking for death?" She squinted with cold eyes.

"..." Stranger Sun.

"What are you looking at?" Xue Zhongzhu was not angry with his seventh junior sister who looked at her stupidly: "Let's go!"

Xuezhongzhu held Zhao Qingxiu's wrist and left with a cold face.

Old Monster Sun followed me obediently. Before leaving, he turned back with a righteous look on his face:

"Do you know who she is? All the marriage calculations fall on this master. Well, I don't know whether you, an old bald ass, have good eyesight or poor eyesight.

"With this bit of deception, it's enough to coax the mute girl. Do you think this master is just like the mute girl and will be willful?"

The old Taoist priest sneered.

The three oddly matched people left quickly.

Master Shandao was left stunned, standing there, looking at the ground, and rubbing his eyes.

After a while, I looked around and saw no one. The old monk had a sad face and muttered something like, "Female donors from other places are so rude" and "Well, the ones that opened so early in the morning didn't even open yet, so they gave away a lot of lottery tickets for nothing."

Master Shandao sighed for a while, raised his hand to touch his bald head, and walked back to the hall. He happened to meet the young novice monk with beautiful hair who was jumping around and holding a lotus tube.

The latter seemed to be about to run back into the hall, bumped into Master Shandao, and bowed obediently:

"Master."

Master Shandao nodded solemnly and asked solemnly: "Well, what are you doing?"

"There is a new female benefactor in the temple who is looking for my disciple to ask for a fortune..."

Xiufa said happily, but before he finished speaking, the new lottery tube in his arms disappeared. The little novice was stunned, looked down, then looked up, and saw that the master had taken away the new lottery tube.

Master Shandao straightened his cassocks, walked into the hall with a compassionate look on his face, and said without looking back:

"Well, let's go as a teacher and take a rest. By the way..."

Before leaving, Master Shandao handed over an old lottery tube that was stained with dust and had marks from falling, and warned:

"If the stick falls off, go to the back hall and cut some bamboo to patch it up."

Xufagan stared at Master Shi Shiran's leaving figure, speechless.

After a while, I took the old damaged sign tube and went to the back hall dejectedly.

The young novice monk was very diligent. He quickly cut a new bamboo stick, took a new piece of red paper from the Buddhist scriptures and used it as a bookmark, dipped it in ink and picked up the pen.

"Huh."

The little novice monk, who knew all the signatures by heart, scratched his head with the end of his brush and muttered:

"Which sign is missing?"

Xiufa rummaged through the existing bamboo sticks, but it seemed too troublesome, so she turned around and took out a book of marriage luck signs, poured out all the bamboo sticks, and compared them one by one with the illustrations to do the elimination method.

After a while, he nodded with a sudden look on his face: "Found it."

In the deserted hall, the young novice monk wrote on a piece of red paper and read softly:

"The sound of the wind ruffling the bamboo leaves only the sound of a golden pendant; the moon moves the shadows of the flowers, and it is suspected that a beautiful lady is coming.

"Well, it's a sign on the root, in front of the flowers and under the moon, the chickens and dogs hear each other, and the old moon sends each other, good things are coming soon... This is a 'beloved man like jade' approaching, and he has already met, but the person who drew the lot does not know it

ah."

Xiufa muttered: "It's not difficult for the young monk at all, but why does the master still not let the young monk become a disciple? Is there still a secret that he hasn't mastered yet?"

The young novice scratched his bright bald head, sighed, threw a stick into the bamboo tube, and filled it up again.

"With so many signatures, the cause and effect of this mortal world is really complicated, and it's a source of worry."

The hall was empty, no one responded.

…

In a silent underground palace.

During the day, the light was slightly brighter, but it was still claustrophobic and quiet.

I saw a haggard monk sitting far away from the lotus pedestal in the center, sitting in the darkness.

At present, the figures of Ouyang Rong, Zhao Qingxiu, Old Monster Sun and others have long disappeared.

Everything seems to have come to an end, the dust has settled, and no one will come back.
To be continued...