"Bad?" The Japanese monk raised his eyebrows, "No, no, no, how could you be so weak? You are simply the most lucky person I have ever seen!"
"If the luck of ordinary people is like a pond of water or a flowing stream, then your luck is like a long and magnificent river! You can't even see the end at a glance!" The Japanese monk said sincerely, "In layman's terms, it is
You are so dazzling in the crowd. If other people's luck is like scattered fireflies, then your luck is as dazzling as a huge 180-watt light bulb, making it difficult for people not to notice you.
…Can you understand this?”
Lu Mingfei twitched the corner of his mouth and asked, are you really a professional monk? The previous description is quite decent, giving people a strong feeling of ancient martial arts style, but the useless modern metaphor behind it is
What's going on? Isn't the firefly compared to the bright moon? Who taught you the metaphor of describing others as a big 180-watt light bulb? That unreliable master who taught you to wait and see your luck.
What?
"Are you sent by Lu Mingze to punish me?" Lu Mingfei asked the monk suspiciously.
"Which benefactor is Lu Mingze?" The monk was stunned, his face full of confusion.
"Then you were sent by Jiude Mai and Su Enxi?" Lu Mingfei asked, "Because I told them that I didn't need their remote assistance, so they complained about me, so they sent you to entertain me?"
"I have never heard of any of the weird names you mentioned, donor." The monk touched his big, round bald head, "No one sent me here. I really think you are very lucky, donor."
I'm trying to coax you to try my luck in your luck. We monks don't lie. Donor, are you suffering from delusions of persecution?"
He came here to try to rub his own luck with good reason, and even complained about his paranoia about being persecuted... He didn't expect that one day he would be complained about by a Japanese monk. Lu Mingfei took a deep breath and held back.
This monk threw out the impulse of Sensoji Temple.
Huiliyi ran over from the crowd, holding a bamboo stick in her hand. She handed the bamboo stick to Lu Mingfei's hand, with a little bit of showoff in her movements. This was the first time in her life that she asked for a fortune.
, it looks like a good lottery has been drawn.
Lu Mingfei borrowed the bamboo stick and looked down. There were actually Chinese annotations printed on the Japanese signature.
"The heavens and the earth are vast and good for good fate, and the days and times are auspicious and good for all things."
"Ouch! Here's the sign! It's actually the same sign!" The monk also brought his shiny head over, "Meeting is fate. I learned how to interpret signs from my master. May I ask if the donor needs it?
Do you need a visa decryption service?”
Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes. He thought to himself: Does this sign still need to be interpreted? The sign in your temple doesn't know what metaphor is and what is implicit, right? This sign is so straightforward that it almost hits his face, okay?
, it’s just like “Only mothers are good in the world”, you don’t need to use your brain to think about it, you can understand it as a person.
But Lu Mingfei turned around and looked at Eri Yi who was confused about the lottery. He only knew that he had drawn a good lottery. He still said to the monk in a compromising manner: "Then I'll ask you to interpret the lottery for me.
"
"You cannot interpret the signature by looking at it. It depends on what you are asking for, whether it is marriage, career or education. Depending on the visualization in your mind when asking for the signature, the meaning of the signature will be interpreted differently... But this one
The lottery is no small matter." The monk clasped his hands and looked at Eriyi, "May I ask what the donor was thinking about when he asked about this lottery?"
"Sakura." Eriyi wrote in a small notebook and showed it to the monk.
The monk was stunned.
"Well... don't get me wrong, Sakura refers to me." Lu Mingfei explained while suppressing his shame, "Sakura is my name, just understand it this way."
"I didn't expect that the donor was so lucky that even his name was so unique." The monk said with emotion.
"Stop talking nonsense, what do you mean when you say this lottery is extraordinary?" Lu Mingfei asked, "Is there anything different about this lottery compared to other lottery tickets?"
"Yes, the meaning of this lot is unique. In other words, if you are asking for marriage and you win this lot, it means that everything is in order and a good match will come true. But if you are asking for other things and you win,
If you choose this lot, then this lot will automatically become invalid." The monk explained, "And what I want to tell the donor is that this lot is the only marriage sign in the lot tube, and the other marriage signs will not work.
The good thing is that the only thing you can do is sign the lottery. This lottery is invincible and difficult to draw. It can only be offered once a day. Once you draw it, it will be gone, so this lottery... is extremely accurate!"
"Is it really so effective?" Lu Mingfei's heart moved and he unconsciously clenched the bamboo stick in his hand.
"It's so miraculous!" the monk said in a low voice, "It is said that the last shogun of the Tokugawa family asked for this signature. Guess what? When he was burned to death in the end, the kaiko he had always been secretly in love with
She actually took the initiative to express her feelings to him, and then jumped into the sea of fire with him to die for him... What a magnificent love!"
"Also last year, an Italian with terminal cancer came to Japan to travel. He was desperate and won the lottery at our Sensoji Temple. Then guess what?" the monk said excitedly, "His ex-wife actually took the initiative.
She remarried him! As long as her husband fills in his name in the insurance beneficiary column."
"And last month, there was a girl who was lucky enough to win this lottery. Guess what happened?" The monk said, "That girl encountered a stampede on the overpass in Ginza that night. Her lungs...
She was injured and went into shock and was sent to the hospital. Then she and her attending physician fell in love with each other at first sight. She was discharged from the hospital last week, and the two of them completed their engagement yesterday!"
"Damn, it's really evil, but is this really a sign for marriage? It's more like a death note or some kind of curse sentence." Lu Mingfei shuddered slowly, "I won this lottery.
It doesn’t sound like things were going well for the guys who signed the lot.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "But in the end, everyone did gain love, didn't they?" The monk comforted Lu Mingfei and said, "A person's luck in this life is determined.
Some people are short-lived and short-lived. It may not be a good thing to win the lottery in terms of marriage, because love has exhausted his energy and he will always have to use other things to repay it. But donor, you don’t need to worry about this at all. I just said
After all, donor, you are a person of great luck, and you are fully capable of creating a harmonious marriage."
"That's really what you said, so I'll give you some good advice." Lu Mingfei smiled, took out the money and was about to pay the monk as the signing fee.
Lu Mingfei now finally understood why so many people rushed to give away money even though they knew that places like temples and Taoist temples were highly suspected of cheating money. His words made people so happy, even if the other person was telling nonsense, he would admit it.
Already.
"Donor, you are vulgar." To Lu Mingfei's surprise, the monk actually pushed back his signing fee, "I am a monk, and monks do not hold money with both hands, and you are a person of great luck.
Man, accepting your money will destroy my merit."
"The donor probably hasn't been to Guanyin Hall yet. If you have done so, your trip to Sensoji Temple today will be complete. If you really want to pay homage to Buddhism, just put money in the money box at the entrance of Guanyin Hall and go in to pay homage.
Now." At this time, the monk came to Lu Mingfei's ear again and reminded in a low voice, "It is enough for the two donors to each throw in a five-yen coin. The homophone of the five-yen coin in Japanese is 'Yuan'.
, just spend a small amount of money to form a good relationship with the Bodhisattva, it is not enough, the donor should not be deceived by my greedy nephews, Guanyin is not a money-maker, my nephews have not reached the level of spiritual practice, the donor must not
I spent a lot of money in vain due to their deception."
"Master, you are truly a sincere person. Your Sensoji Temple is really a temple of conscience." Lu Mingfei sighed with emotion. After bowing to the monk, under the guidance of the monk, he pulled Eri away and headed towards the Guanyin Hall.
"People with great luck are really rare people with great luck. Such people will do great things in the future. It is absolutely right not to accept their money, otherwise I will definitely lose my merit." Until Lu Mingfei.
After Hei Liyi walked away, the monk was still facing the direction Lu Mingfei left, muttering to himself.
"Master! Master! I heard that you are the master of fortune telling here?" The middle-aged woman came to the monk's side holding a bamboo stick and carefully handed it over, "I asked for one for my son over there just now.
Sign, but the text of this sign is so profound that I can’t understand it, Master. May I ask, Master, if you have time, can you help me decipher the sign?”
The monk turned his head, looked the middle-aged woman up and down, and muttered something like, "My luck is too shallow," "I will have a mediocre life all my life," and "I can't add any merit to you by helping you interpret your fortune."
Such words were similar, but after a brief hesitation, the monk still sighed slightly and muttered: "Meeting is fate... evil fate is also fate."
"Where is the lot you drew? Let's take a look first." The monk stretched out a hand towards the middle-aged woman.
The aunt immediately handed the bamboo stick she had just drawn to the monk, and the monk read the sign carefully.
"Suppose it's a fictitious night. The night is still and the water is cold. There is no bait for the fish. The boat is full of laughter and the moon is empty."
It is indeed a misty signature, completely different from Lu Mingfei's idiotic signature of "Only mother is good in the world". This kind of signature is basically impossible to understand without a professional interpreting it.
"This female donor, when you were asking for your fortune, what were you visualizing in your mind?" The monk asked, "Career? Studies? Or marriage?"
"Marriage! It's marriage!" said the aunt. She pointed at Lu Mingze, who was teasing the koi carps in the pond, and then at Jia Jia, who was watching others acting as guardians. "This is my son, and my...
Daughter-in-law-to-be, I just helped them get married. How about it? Does it look right? I saw in the signature that it said "The boat is full of laughter and the moon is empty". Since they are all laughing, what does the signature mean?
Isn’t it good to be a thief?”
"To be honest, if this lottery is for career, education or peace, it can only be regarded as a winning lottery. If it is for marriage..." the monk said slowly.
"If you ask for marriage, it's a sign, right?" Auntie couldn't help but interject, her face full of expectation.
"If you ask for marriage, you can only count it as winning the lottery." The monk sighed and shook his head slowly.
"How could it be?" The aunt was stunned, "My son and his prospective daughter-in-law are so well matched, how could it be possible that he had to win the lottery? Wasn't the lottery all a joke in the end?"
"Laughing does not mean it is good. Let me explain it to you in detail." The monk said, "The meaning of this sign is: When everything is quiet and the water is deep and cold, fish cannot be baited or take the bait.
When I go hunting, I come back empty-handed. The boat has to carry the bright moon back home. The smile here is a smile of helplessness. The meaning of the meaning can be seen that the king's luck is under his eyes. It is better to pay attention to reality and not to focus on illusory things. You should seek truth from facts.
Otherwise, everything will be in vain and nothing will be accomplished.”
"Why is this...how is this..." The aunt was dumbfounded, "How could it be possible that my son and future daughter-in-law couldn't be married? They were so close to seeing each other! Is the fortune teller from your temple really effective? Could it be that it's not possible?
Is it accurate? How about I ask for another one?"
"Donor, our Asakusa Temple's fortune-telling is famous for its efficacious effects. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people visiting here." The monk clasped his hands together and said, "And asking for fortune-telling, this kind of thing requires a person who is sincere and spiritual.
Often only the first lot is the most accurate. Besides, asking for lots kills your luck. If you ask too much, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas will not be able to feel your sincerity, and your luck will only get worse."
"Then what should I do? I have already spent a lot of money on that girl. If my son can't marry her in the end, I will lose a lot of money!" The aunt asked sincerely, "Then I dare to ask the master about this matter.
Do you have a solution? How can my son and that girl get together?"
The monk looked left and right, finally opened his pockets and coughed twice very deliberately.
How could the philistine aunt not understand what the monk meant? The stingy heart of the housewife immediately broke out: "Isn't it said that it costs money to ask for a signature, but there is no charge for getting a signature? How can you still charge a fee? This is not deceiving consumers.
What? And don’t you monks keep your hands off money? It’s said that money will destroy your merits.”
"Yes, the interpretation of the signature is free, but the interpretation of the signature is not free. The interpretation of the signature is very energy-consuming. If you are not careful, you will lose your merits." The monk said sincerely, "We monks also have our hands.
If you don’t get involved in money, doesn’t it depend on you, the donor, to take the initiative to put it in? If you, the implementer, think that it’s not worth spending money on your son’s marriage, of course I can’t force it. For ordinary people, this kind of thing
Originally, I believe it or not, but I just heard you say that you have spent a lot of money for your son. If you fall short in the end because you are reluctant to part with such a little sincerity, don’t feel sorry, donor."
The aunt thought about it and realized that what the master said did make sense. She had invested so much in Jiajia, and in the end she just missed this last step. Wasn't this trip to Sensoji Temple just to seek marriage for the children?
If I fall at the level of Bodhisattva in the end, I will be slapped in the face. Besides, how much does sincerity cost?