There are several cottages with white walls and black tiles, which are full of Zen.

"It's right here, please come in. The young monk will go and pour some tea."

The monk Zhi Ke led Wei Shaoxuan and his two men into one of the elegant houses and said goodbye.

Looking around, I saw two people already in the cottage, sitting at the tea seat, waiting with serious faces.

They were a Persian businessman with a mustache and a sickly-looking young man in brocade clothes.

It was Li Li and Liu Zian.

Seeing that the guest finally arrived, the two people quickly got up and swept the couch to welcome the guest.

Wei Shaoxuan and Qiu Qiyi glanced sideways, glanced at Liu Zian, walked past him calmly, took off their shoes and entered the house.

With such a tacit understanding of raising their heads, it was obvious that they had made a secret agreement to come here today for a secret discussion.

Boss Li introduced, Liu Zian looked at Wei Shaoxuan with a smile, his face seemed to be relieved, and he held his hands respectfully:

"Master Wei, you are finally here. I have been looking forward to it with great anticipation. I have been here since noon to await your arrival."

Wei Shaoxuan chuckled and asked, "Does this young master have the habit of arriving early?"

Liu Zian:......

He turned his head and looked at Boss Li, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Wei Shaoxuan walked to the main seat at the table, sat down directly, grabbed the kettle, and wanted to pour tea, but Liu Zian took it first and poured tea for him flatteringly.

Wei Shaoxuan let go of the pot and raised his eyes slightly to look at him.

"Mr. Wei." Liu Zian wanted to speak.

"Amitabha."

At this time, an old monk with a white beard wearing a black cassock slowly walked outside, followed by a Zhike monk who was serving tea and pouring water.

"I'm sorry, I'm late." Master Shandao had a look of apology on his face.

Liu Zian frowned slightly, "Master, go get busy first..."

The uninvited Master Shandao didn't seem to hear him. The white-bearded old monk looked calmly at the peach-eyed young man who was drinking tea calmly. In his peripheral vision, the monk beside him also nodded slightly, indicating that this person was just casual.

A devout benefactor who donated large sums of money for fireworks.

As for the man with a box who seemed to be an entourage next to Wei Shaoxuan, he kept looking at him strangely for some reason. Master Shandao didn't pay attention. He put his hands on Wei Shaoxuan's luggage, smiled slightly, and said apologetically:

"The donor is devoted to the Buddha and has come a long way. I am sorry that I was not able to meet him from afar.

"Hey, I was originally in the main hall to receive kind guests, but just now a friend whom I had known for many years suddenly came to the small temple. I saw that he was frowning and puzzled, as if he was confused about the direction of life. Follow the mercy of my Buddha and spend all his time.

In line with human principles, the old man invited him to chat for a while and gave him some good guidance.

"Now he must have opened his thatched cottage. No, he is planning to stay in our temple for a few days and go to the Pure Land Palace to relax... This has delayed me for a while."

Seeing everyone looking at them, Master Shandao looked around with a kind smile:

"Everyone seems to be someone who is destined to be my Buddha. I have to come."

Wei Shaoxuan turned his head and looked at the current abbot of Donglin Temple with great interest. After all, he had just talked about this temple with someone.

According to his foster father, who was well-informed and knew a lot of secrets, this temple was a blessed place, but for some unknown reason, the original inheritance of Qi practitioners was cut off.

Wei Shao

Liu Zi'an, who looked impatient, was stunned for a moment and stopped talking.

Master Shandao couldn't take his eyes away, with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his face: "Well, it shouldn't have disturbed the donors' business, right?"

Liu Zian:......

Wei Shaoxuan sipped his tea and said with a smile: "There's no rush. Master, let's talk first."

Master Shandao nodded slightly, walked forward and sat down unceremoniously, straightened his black cassock, and with an air of immortality, he clasped his hands together:

"Amitabha, I look at the face of the benefactor. Is he destined to have a bad luck in the near future?"

"Oh, so accurate?"

Master Shandao smiled and said, "Does the donor need to ask for a fortune-teller? Our temple's marriage fortune-telling fortune-telling has always been very effective, and many people have fulfilled their wishes."

Wei Shao

Master Shandao looked secretly happy, and immediately took out a tube of spiritual sticks from his cassock sleeve and handed it out familiarly.

This skillful movement made Wei Shaoxuan raise his eyebrows slightly, take it with his eyes lowered, shake it lightly, and a bamboo stick flew out.

When everyone looked around, they saw six characters engraved on the bamboo stick:

It is unkind to meet people.

Master Shandao blushed.

This simple meaning does not require him to flexibly interpret the sign, so there is no doubt that the sign will be signed.

The white-bearded old monk quickly seriousened his expression and spoke in a serious tone:

"The donor doesn't know something. In small temples, the first lot usually doesn't count. Please give me another one."

As he spoke, he quickly stretched out his hand, grabbed the bamboo stick on the ground, and threw it into his sleeve.

Wei Shaoxuan glanced at the serious old monk, nodded slightly, shook the stick again, and a bamboo stick flew out.

Several people looked at it carefully. This time, the number of words on the bamboo stick was even less, only five.

"The one who harms female celebrities?"

Boss Li frowned and read out. He noticed that the air on the field was suddenly quiet. He asked in confusion: "What's the explanation?"

Liu Zian had some knowledge and said in a low voice:

"The so-called nühong people are people who weave and embroider Luo Yi, but they are not the ones who wear Luo Yi. Because nvhong worked hard to embroider it, she kept working hard and could not enjoy it, so she lamented it, so..."

"Isn't this just making wedding clothes for others? If you sign a marriage contract, it's a matchmaker for others..."

Boss Li was stuck in his words and glanced away.

Wei Shaoxuan instantly became sullen.

What kind of unlucky marriage sign?

"Also...it can't be explained this way. Who said that female beauties can't wear Luo Yi in the end? Aren't there many women who are female prostitutes themselves, and they all make their own wedding dresses...Winning the lottery, donor, this is at least winning the lottery!"

Liu Zian curled his lips and muttered: "It's fair to say that women are the winners, but as for men, how can they knit wedding clothes for themselves?"

Being brought down, Master Shandao's expression changed slightly. He suddenly turned his head and asked Zhike Monk with a puzzled look on his face: "Xiuse, what did you just say? Did your hair knock over the incense burner in Luohan Hall again?"

The Zhike monk looked confused. Master Shandao turned around and apologized to everyone: "Amitabha, there is an urgent matter in the temple. I will leave first. The benefactors will chat slowly. I won't disturb you anymore. I won't disturb you..."

The white-bearded old monk quickly picked up the bucket of magic lottery sticks that he used to earn incense KPI, picked up the long swing of his cassock, and walked out quickly without looking back at all.

In the hut, everyone's mouths twitched and they were all speechless.

Junzi has been promoted to Dafeng. Welcome to the new brothers (poke up or2). By the way, brothers who like Junzi's writing style can also read Kangkang Xiaorong's old fairy tale book "I Have a Sword Fairy Wife".
Chapter completed!