The monk groaned loudly, then squinted his eyes again and hummed an incoherent pop song.
The man next to Meng Lulu, dressed in brand-name clothes, seemed particularly displeased with the monk's appearance.
Not only because he felt embarrassed, but also for other reasons, he opened his mouth and accused: "What kind of attitude do you have!"
"Attitude? My small temple cannot tolerate your noble attitude. Please go out and turn left and go down the mountain to find your attitude. I won't send you away!"
This monk has quite a personality!
Bo Jinghan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at the monk with a somewhat searching look.
The man seemed to be leaving, but Meng Lulu stopped him: "Where are you going? You came all the way here just to hear about this spirit! Just shake it if he wants!"
After she finished speaking, Meng Lulu picked up the lottery tube and was about to stuff it into the hands of the man next to her.
But the bearded monk suddenly jumped up!
"No men allowed to touch!"
This voice shouted extremely loudly.
Lu Yan was so shocked that he cast a staring gaze at him.
Meng Lulu was startled, her hand shook, the lotus tube shook, and a lotus dropped out.
The old monk didn't explain much. He took the very delicate-looking lottery ticket tube from her hand, but it must have been touched many times, and carefully put it back on the table.
He picked up the signature from the ground, squinted his eyes, sat back on the sunken sofa chair, and asked feebly: "What are you begging for?"
"I'm asking for it on behalf of my boyfriend, asking about our marriage!"
Meng Lulu held the man's arm delicately, her intimate look did not attract the bearded monk's attention.
"Marriage... do you want to hear the truth or lies?"
"You're such a strange monk. If you come to ask about marriage, of course you have to listen to the truth!"
With a squeak, Meng Lulu leaned towards her male companion again.
But the monk sneered, weighed the bamboo stick in his hand and said, "Yes, this is a cheaper pick for you, so just accept it for two hundred and five cents!"
As he said that, he shouted to the children playing outside the door: "Little Taohua, come and collect the money, both of them are two hundred and fifty!"
As soon as the words came out.
Bo Jinghan couldn't help but bite his lip, pinched Lu Yan's arm, and suppressed his laughter.
It's not because the little boy's name is Xiao Taohua, but because of that sentence - both of them are two hundred and fifty!
Meng Lulu's face turned dark, but the man beside her didn't seem to notice. He thought it was just the price and hurriedly paid for the little boy.
Seeing that the money was in hand, the bearded monk turned over the lot and stared at it, shaking his head for a while and saying: "49 lot, this is the lot that will make Meng Jiangnu cry down the Great Wall..."
After some miscellaneous chatting, the bearded monk slapped the bamboo stick on the table and gave a conclusion.
"Hey, I'm crazy for listening to what others say. Wild flowers are as fragrant as chrysanthemums, and they have a good match to match them. Don't mistake crows for phoenixes. Young man, you have to be careful when seeking marriage. I'll send you the message, and the lottery will be resolved.
, it’s up to you whether you realize it or not!”
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Lulu, curled his lips and shook his head.
Then he waved his hand with a look of disgust and asked the little boy to see the guest off.
But Meng Lulu was unwilling to leave. She pointed at Bo Jinghan and said, "We came together. We will leave after they have finished begging!"
The old monk clicked his tongue, his eyes lingering on Meng Lulu and Bo Jinghan.
He handed the lotus tube in his hand towards Bo Jinghan, his originally chaotic eyes suddenly brightened in the smoke-filled temple.
