"Hey, it's not..." The middle-aged monk was about to speak when he was interrupted.
"Nothing." The host opened his mouth and shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't need to say much.
The middle-aged monk was startled. After taking a look at the host, he looked at the little girl who was shaking the stick. The bamboo stick made a sound as her hand shook. The crisp sound echoed in the hall, one after another.
The host also stepped forward and stood quietly watching.
After a long time, a bamboo stick landed, and the stick came to a halt. Yue'er was overjoyed, smiling and bending his eyes to pick it up.
"Little donor, Lao Na will come to resolve the signing for you!" The host stepped forward with a kind smile on his face, and it was you, not you.
"Hmm, here."
Yue'er handed him the lottery, looked at him with a pair of beautiful eyes, and asked expectantly: "Can this tell me, when can we go home and see my parents?"
The host smiled and looked at the bamboo stick. The next moment, the smile on his face was stagnant. I saw that it was a stick without a signature. He half the stick looked at it again. There was still no sign on the front and back, but when he was condensing his eyebrows, he saw the golden letters floating on the bamboo sticks, and his heart was shocked.
"Hi! This... how could this be like this?"
The middle-aged monk was also taken aback, his eyes widened unbelievably.On the bamboo stick, usually only the sign number is written, and then the sign is corresponding. However, there is no sign number on the bamboo stick. At this moment, rows of golden words appeared out of thin air.
Rao has stayed in the imperial temple for many years and has dealt with the lottery for more than 20 years. He has never encountered such shocking things.
They saw that Hao'er naturally saw it too. Looking at the scene, Hao'er didn't speak, but after a glance, he looked at the golden Buddha on the hall, and felt a little surprised.
"The immortal fetus is pregnant with a dragon and a phoenix. However, there is no life star in the palace. Nine deaths and one life are difficult. Let it be natural. Don't force it." The host lightly read these words, but the hand holding the bamboo stick trembled.
Fairy tire?Lifeless Star?
Hao'er listened to the sign written by the host, her brows and eyebrows drawn, and her cold face was frosty.He took a step forward and took the bamboo stick from the host and looked at it again, pursing his thin lips, looking at the host and the middle-aged monk.
"It's better not to reveal half of this matter today!" He said coldly, his voice fell, and he turned around, led Mu Chen and Mu Yue, 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 his throat, and he didn't know how to speak.
Today's incident is far beyond his imagination. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would not even dare to believe that the Buddha had actually appeared, but why was it such a little girl?And the poem...
"Ah! Host, the bamboo stick was taken away by them!" He realized that the signature with the Lord Buddha's manifestation was actually taken away by them.
The host took a deep breath and suppressed the tumbling in his heart. He hurriedly went to the middle of the hall and knelt down. He said with both hands together, "Amitabha Buddha."
Then he got up and said, "This matter today is not to be disclosed to the outside world." He looked at the person beside him, with seriousness and solemnity on his face, and said, "Remember, don't disclose the half.