Time flies by quickly, and it’s the weekend in a blink of an eye.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and with the holiday approaching, the atmosphere of the Reunion Festival is instantly strong in the coastal land.
Various small vendors pop up in large numbers at night, selling all kinds of moon cakes, fruits and vegetables, and there are even small carts walking around the streets hawking.
There were a lot more pedestrians on the road, all of them were beaming and wandering around under the bright full moon.
Ye Fan and Li Ruoxin will announce their engagement to everyone tomorrow, and they are very nervous.
Yiyi and Nuonuo were picked up by Ye Zhonghua during the day, saying that they had not seen their granddaughter and grandson for a long time, and they felt bad.
Ye Fan longed to have a two-person world with Li Ruoxin, but Novan's business was so good today that Li Ruoxin was so busy that he postponed their date for more than an hour.
Finally, when Li Ruoxin got off work, it was already eight o'clock. The two of them had a quick meal and then went to the night market to visit the temple fair.
The temple fair is a special program for the Mid-Autumn Festival in Binhai. Xinpu District has the largest temple in Binhai, Baoling Temple!
Ye Zhonghua and his mother repeatedly told Ye Fan that he and Li Ruoxin must come here to burn incense, saying that the Buddha here was so powerful that he might be able to give him a lucky baby.
By then, the population of Lao Ye's family will become more and more prosperous.
Ye Fan couldn't survive his parents, so he had no choice but to agree.
I have to say that Baoling Temple is indeed very popular on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Ever since the temple gate was opened at five o'clock in the morning, the incense has been burning here. The crackling sound of firecrackers almost shook the land within a hundred miles. Several fire brigades around were ready, for fear of causing any accidental fire.
Ye Fan and Li Ruoxin held hands and walked inside with the flow of people.
There were too many people here. In order to prevent Li Ruoxin from being taken advantage of by passers-by, Ye Fan hugged her tightly.
However, there are still a few gangsters who want to come forward and take advantage.
Ye Fan pushed them aside mercilessly, and pressed his elbow slightly on the abdomen of two of them. They immediately turned into bitter faces, covered their stomachs and retreated away.
"Brother Ye, is it traditional to burn incense and worship Buddha in Binhai Mid-Autumn Festival?"
Li Ruoxin saw that there were many small vendors around, just like a busy market in ancient times, with all kinds of strange and weird things.
She was very excited and had never seen such a prosperous time.
Ye Fan smiled and said, "It's a tradition! Xiao Li, let's ask for a fortune teller later to see when you will give me a fat boy!"
Li Ruoxin immediately blushed and spat softly: "Brother Ye, didn't you say you're not superstitious?"
"If you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't have it. We who do business must have some sustenance, and this should be used as psychological comfort!" Ye Fan laughed and pulled Li Ruoxin into Baoling Temple.
The incense stall in Baoling Temple was very busy today, and the monks and nuns in the temple were busy making a mess.
Not only that, the temple also employs a dozen girls wearing monk robes and monk hats, carrying merit boxes and walking around. When they see a wealthy owner, they just say "Amitabha" and often get a hundred dollar bill into their account.
Ye Fan secretly thought about it, no wonder it was rumored outside that all the monks were driving sports cars. It looked like the merit box could hardly fit in. It was not even big enough to hold tens of thousands of dollars.
It is estimated that the income can exceed one million in one hour, let alone a sports car, even a private jet is just like water.
The temples inside Baoling Temple are obviously much quieter. There is a Guanyin Temple here, with a dozen young people wandering around at the door.
Ye Fan is very disgusted with this kind of magician business model.
The temple is a sacred place, but it is disturbed by the smell of copper.
Li Ruoxin and Ye Fan walked inside and saw three old monks each setting up a table.
One of the tables sells incense and candles, another table has lottery tickets, and the last table has a sign that reads, "All kinds of lottery tickets, ten yuan a time, no payment allowed."
The young people gathered around the last table. One of them was joking with the old monk with a smile on his face, holding a piece of paper and a huge sum of ten yuan in his hand.
The old monk calmly stuffed the banknotes into the drawer under the table, took the other person's signature paper and read with a shake of his head: "One person holding a sum of money, the dragon will fly at noon, the garden will be level and stable, and the ladder will be climbed proudly."
"Master, what kind of sign is this?" the young man asked hurriedly.
The old monk pretended to be profound, "What do you ask for?"
"Career." The young man replied.
The old monk asked again: "zodiac sign?"
"horse!"
The old monk nodded, counted with his fingers, took a deep breath with his eyes closed, and opened them suddenly.
"This is the top sign! As the saying goes, when seeking wealth in business, you must be righteous, and it will not be beneficial to be partial to wealth. People who are born under the sign of Horse will be partial to wealth, and they will travel in all directions!
In the spring, business will not be profitable in the fifth lunar month. From June onwards, it will be like a dragon bringing rain, which will surely bring a lot of money. However, those who are born under the sign of Horse will be able to make a fortune.
I have been stuck in the waves for several years, but I have not been able to achieve wind and thunder. I have high ambitions. Today, there are many changes in my escape. You should know that you can travel thousands of miles away. Your plans will be successful, but there are obstacles in your precautions. You can wait for six or nine months with your heart, but you may be afraid of it if you are a monkey.
Getting in trouble with officials is not a loss of wealth.
If you are a horse, you will definitely make money!"
The whole conversation was so confusing that even Ye Fan couldn't wrap his head around it, let alone those young people.
"Thank you, master, thank you, master!" Although he didn't understand, the young man was very happy. Anyway, it was enough to just sign, so why did he care so much?
"Damn, is this okay?" Ye Fan's eyes turned white, "What nonsense is this old monk talking about? I can't understand a word of it."
"Brother Ye, if you could understand, wouldn't you be a master too?" Li Ruoxin covered her mouth and smiled, and entered the Guanyin Temple with Ye Fan.
There were well-known guests in the ancestral hall who welcomed them and lit incense for them.
Ye Fan knelt on the futon and didn't know what to ask for. He muttered: "I hope Guanyin Bodhisattva will bless our family in safety and health."
Turning around and looking, Li Ruoxin was mumbling something.
Avalokitesvara can not only seek children and grandchildren, but also marriage. It is the object of worship for many Buddhist men and women. After all, there is nothing you can do if marriage fails.
"Brother Ye, let's go get a signature too!"
After offering the incense, Li Ruoxin took Ye Fan's hand and suggested.
The Zhike on the side smiled slightly and said, "Two benefactors, today we have a big event for guests at Baoling Temple. We usually pay 20 yuan for the lottery, but today it only costs 10 yuan."
Ye Fan curled his lips and said, "If I ask for a signature, someone else should interpret it? Little monk, are you looking down on me? Don't look at me like that. Go out and ask around. Who doesn't know my name as a half-immortal? I am a low-key person, generally
I won’t show off to others.”
"Donor, do you know how to interpret lots?" Zhike looked dubious.
Ye Fan raised his head and put his hands on his back. If he had a Qingguan Taoist robe, he would definitely be a magic stick.
I saw him looking at the full moon outside the door, nodding like an expert from this world.
"This is natural! I am the 18th generation descendant of Jie Zhuan Sect. I know astronomy and geography at the top and human ethics and animal ethics at the bottom.
The three religions and nine streams, the three realms and the five elements flow back and forth in my hands, and the five hundred years of secrets of yin and yang are stored in my chest and abdomen. Don't ask me where I come from, my hometown is Penglai Wonderland."
Zhike touched his bare head and felt that what the young man in front of him said was more profound than the old monk.
To put it bluntly, it's even better than bullshit.
"Ahem, donor, please go to the door and turn left to get the signature."
Ye Fan waved his hand, "I know, the road is very close, you don't need to send him off."
After saying that, he walked out with Li Ruoxin who was covering her mouth and snickering.
After leaving the Guanyin Temple, Li Ruoxin walked towards the three tables.
Ye Fan quickly stopped him: "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Please sign! Brother Ye, can you help me solve it later?" Li Ruoxin chuckled, her pink and white face was as attractive as a painting.
Ye Fan was sweating profusely, "Hey, hey, hey, don't be impulsive, I'm just talking nonsense, I can't read the signature!"
"Who told you to be so full?" Li Ruoxin ignored him and walked towards the second big table.
The old monk sitting on the chair was dozing with his eyelids drooped. When he saw a customer coming to the door, he was not enthusiastic. He just pushed the sign tube forward and said: "A sign costs ten yuan."
"Robbery..." Ye Fan muttered in his heart, took out three steel coins from his pocket, and suddenly said: "Master, today's promotion, how about I give you three dollars?"
The old monk was stunned for a moment, "Three yuan?"
"It's very cheap, let's get one!" Ye Fan chuckled, "There is no store like this after passing this village. If you don't miss this opportunity, don't come back again!"
The old monk was a little confused, "Three yuan is too expensive, how about five yuan for two?"
"Okay, okay." Ye Fan pushed the ballot box back.
The old monk picked it up and found five dollars from the drawer.
Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and put the note tube on the table angrily.
"Donor, please don't mess around. It's ten yuan a piece. No bargaining."
"Master, we are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away. We look back five hundred times in the past life in exchange for passing by each other in this life.
You and I have talked so much, maybe we were brothers in our previous lives. Three yuan a piece, just a friendly price!" Ye Fan grinned.
The old monk was first fooled, and then saw the other party's strong words. He was very angry and wanted to get angry. Suddenly a red ticket was handed to him.
"Master, don't be as knowledgeable as him. I'm asking for a sign." Li Ruoxin's hands were so tender and tender that the old monk was dazzled.
"Okay, okay." The old monk quickly handed the ballot box to Li Ruoxin and put the hundred-dollar bills into the drawer.
Ye Fan quickly pulled his sleeve and said angrily: "Isn't it ten yuan a lottery?"
Li Ruoxin couldn't stop laughing, secretly thinking that Brother Ye's old habit of being an iron cock had happened again.
The old monk wanted to struggle, but Ye Fan's hand was so strong that he couldn't move, so he had to count out ninety yuan and stuff it back into Ye Fan's hand.
Ye Fan laughed, "Master, you must be honest in business!"
The old monk almost vomited blood for three times and shouted: "What an injustice! What an injustice!"
At this time, Li Ruoxin had already shaken out a piece of paper, and the old monk took out the paper based on the numbers on it.
Behind the table a few meters away, the old monk who was reading the signatures looked grim and turned his head to the other side. The meaning was clear, he was puzzled!
"This monk has a lot of personality!" Ye Fan hummed and came to the old monk who was interpreting the signatures, and said: "Amitabha, you are so good. Master, why don't you look at me?"
The old monk turned his head and stared angrily, "Donor, please speak kindly, otherwise you will not be able to wait for the bliss of the West after death, and you will end up in the tongue-pulling hell!"