He ignored the young woman and hurried over, dragging me and running away.
"What are you doing!"
"Don't ask so many questions! Come with me."
We arrived at a small white house, which seemed to be a Buddhist temple. A female tourist was kneeling on a futon and rolling lots. Next to her stood a middle-aged monk with a kind face. It seemed that he was from the temple helping to interpret the lots.
The middle-aged monk knew Qin Shi, and he smiled and said: "It's rare, donor Qin, why do you have time to come to me today? Monk, I don't have the ability to interpret the fortune for you."
At this time, the female tourist said: "Master, my lottery has come out, please help me find out what it means."
Qin Shi kept silent with a dark face, as if waiting.
The middle-aged monk took the bamboo stick handed over by the female tourist, looked at it carefully for half a minute and then asked: "What does the female donor want to ask?"
The woman hesitated for a few seconds and then said, "Ask about marriage."
The monk said: "This is the eighty-seventh lot of this temple. I look up to heaven for blessing. This body is especially in the morgue. The female donor said she wanted to ask about marriage. The story does not match the poem's lot, so I cannot understand it."
After hearing this, the woman gritted her teeth and said, "Master, I want to ask if my husband will go to jail."
The monk glanced at the bamboo stick in his hand again and said calmly: "It's like chiseling a stone to find jade, or searching for gold in the sand. All of these are for the purpose of keeping one's heart in mind. Does the female donor understand?"
The woman thought for a while and seemed to have made up her mind and said, "Thank you, Master, I understand. I will divorce my husband as soon as I get back."
The monk stared, sighed, and said nothing.
After the woman left, Qin Shi, who had been silent for a long time, immediately closed the door tightly. He said in a panic: "Master! Quick! Give me the gilded lotus holder in the temple to use!"
"Donor Qin, what happened?"
"Don't ask, hurry up! I want to use it now!"
The monk hesitated for half a minute, then turned and entered the inner hall.
A few minutes later, he came out again with a strange "lottery tube" in his hand.
This skewer tube is more than twice the size of the normal one. It is placed in a yellow sheepskin bag. It is not made of wood, but made of red copper. It has unknown patterns carved on the surface and is gilded. The skewer is also larger than normal.
The ones are much bigger, don't look like bamboo sticks, and are white in color.
He shook it vigorously back and forth, and soon a stick fell out.
I also saw that there was not a word written on the signature, but a strange, black grass was drawn on it.
He quickly put the lottery back and shook it a second and third time. The same lottery came out three times...
He stopped shaking, stood up, and gasped with panic in his eyes: "No more than three! No more than three! How could it be like this!"
"Brother Qin, where are you going!"
He said: "I have to find a place to hide! Is something going to happen here soon?"
"What happened?"
"We're going to burn people to death!"
"Burned people to death? Brother Qin, you said last time that my friend was going to die, but it turns out that he is still alive and well now, and we are all fine too!"
He suddenly spoke excitedly.
"It's different! The situation will change! It will change! You don't fucking know! You don't understand!"
Watching him run away in a hurry, I was confused and didn't know what he was afraid of.
I turned around and asked the middle-aged monk what was going on.
The monk shook his head and said: "This gilded lotus is not meant for the donor's family. I can't understand it, so I don't know what the donor Qin means."
...
At around three o'clock, I came out after burning incense and suddenly saw Lao Fu in the crowd.
He was holding a very tall girl with shawl hair and a peaked cap. This girl was much taller than Lao Fu. I estimated she was at least 1.75 meters tall.
"Uncle Fu!" I called, and Lao Fu heard me.
As a result, before I could say anything, I saw Lao Fu picking up the girl and walking into the crowd. They were walking very quickly.
I hurriedly caught up with them, squeezed through the crowd and stood in front of them.
When we met, the tall girl lowered her head. I asked out of curiosity: "Uncle Fu, why are you running away? Who is this?"
Lao Fu didn't speak, but the girl slowly raised her head.
