When Brother Ninth heard this, he chuckled and moved closer to the old monk.
"The peaches and plums welcome the spring light, and the three lives reflect the moonlight. The flying dragon descends from the bright hall, and the blue sky illuminates the heart." The old monk looked at Brother Xiaobai with joy, "The benefactor has profound blessings and an innocent heart. It is a destiny destined to carry you. Three lives, this fortune is auspicious."
Senior Brother Xiaobai looked at me with a smile and stuffed the paper with the signature into his sleeve.
I looked back at him fiercely, "Humph, what does your marriage to a good wife have to do with me? Humph!"
When the Ninth Senior Brother heard this, he ran to my side, crooked me with his elbow, and said mischievously: "Little Junior Sister, this is a good sign..."
I said lightly: "Senior Brother Ninth, if you don't want me to sign a lottery, please ask me when will Sister-in-law Ninth show up?"
When Brother Ninth heard this, he held his chin and pondered for a while, then hurriedly ran to the side, grabbed the lotus tube from the little novice monk's hand, knelt down on the futon, and murmured for a long time before he suddenly became confused. The ground shook the lotus tube.
After a while, a bamboo stick fell to the ground with a bang. The ninth brother lowered his head and stared at it for a long time, then carefully picked up the bamboo stick and handed it to the old monk respectfully.
The old monk recited the name "Buddha" and ordered the young novice monk to get the fortune teller.
The Ninth Senior Brother was impatient, rubbing his hands anxiously and pacing back and forth in the hall.
"Brother Ninth, please stop going around. The Bodhisattva is dizzy after seeing this." I pulled on his sleeve in a funny way.
Over there, the young novice monk had presented the signature written on yellow paper to the old monk.
Brother Ninth hurriedly brushed off my hand and ran to the old monk's side.
The old monk looked at the signature for a while, then looked up at Brother Ninth, and then looked down at the bamboo stick for a while. After a while, he hesitated and said: "This..."
"What the hell! What's going on?" Brother Ninth jumped up and pointed at the old monk and yelled.
"Donor, please be patient..." The old monk pondered for a while, "This sign means that the benefactor's marriage seems to be a bit bumpy, and I'm afraid he may have to go through some ups and downs... It's probably not easy to find a good spouse and achieve a good marriage..."
"What?" Brother Ninth snatched the signature and looked at it over and over again. I leaned over and took a look. What was written on the yellow paper was "There are winds and rains on the road, and there are thorns in the road. When the sword comes out of the box, it will not be there." Covered in dust and dust.”
Oops, it seems, seems, seems not good...
"Why is his one so good?" Senior Brother Ninth pointed angrily at Senior Brother Xiaobai.
"Everyone has his own chance..." the old monk said slowly.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Brother Ninth pushed the old monk away and went to get the lottery tube again without any explanation, "I will shake the lottery again and you won't believe it..."
The old monk chanted "Buddha" again and looked at the ninth brother helplessly.
I hurriedly asked Brother Ninth: "Brother Ninth, how could one day draw two marriage lots? What if you knocked the Bodhisattva unconscious and forgot to ask Sister-in-law Ninth to come to you?"
The Ninth Senior Brother was very surprised when he heard this. He held his chin and nodded deeply.
I quickly gave the old monk a wink: "Master, the first two sentences after this signature..."
Upon hearing this, the old monk responded alertly: "Of course, after this storm, there will be sunshine. The donor must be able... to overcome the thorns and thorns, or else he will be blessed with peace and prosperity..."
Upon hearing this, Brother Ninth's face gradually softened. After a while, he pointed at the old monk and said arrogantly: "If your signature is not correct, I will bring people here, smash the statues and destroy the temple, and destroy the big and small monks in your temple." Drag them all to the army!"
Immediately, the old monk's face turned pale. After a long time, he tremblingly said: "Good, good... If this is the case, it is also the will of the Buddha..."
Alas, it is not easy to become a monk if you don’t want to become a monk...
I hurriedly saluted the old monk: "Master Hailiang, my ninth brother is young and ignorant. If I bump into the master, I hope you won't blame me."
The old monk returned the gift with great gratitude: "The donor is kind-hearted, and the Buddha will protect the donor. God will obey his will and get what he wishes."
Alas, it’s not easy to get what you want today!
On the way back to the city, I quietly asked Danyang why he didn't ask for a lottery, but Danyang said: "So what if I ask for it, the constant destiny cannot withstand the change of people's hearts."
