"Master, take a closer look, am I being entangled by a broom star, an unlucky ghost, or something? Really, I've been unlucky since I was a child, and I've been unlucky until now! It's been more than 20 years!"

Chen Song reverently knelt on the futon and looked at the white-eyed old monk sitting cross-legged in front of him, his face full of hope.

The old monk has white eyebrows, but his face is ruddy, his spirit is strong, sitting on the soft futon, his waist is straight like a vertical panel, this style makes Chen Song quickly understand an idiom he learned when he was a child, that is, crane hair and childish face.

Although the old monk had no hair, the top of his head was as smooth as a child's urine and boiled eggs.

Hearing Chen Song's wail, the old monk slowly opened his eyes and said in a deep and powerful voice: "Twenty unraveling, fifty fortune telling, and one hundred life changes!"

As soon as he said this, Chen Song suddenly threw the awe that was born from his treasure appearance out of the clouds, got up and left: "Phew, liar!"

"Come back, Amitabha, donor, please stay. The old monk came back to his senses and laughed, "What I said before was just a little joke between the old man and you, and the old man saw that you were depressed and full of sadness, so he wanted to tease you." And sit down in front of the old man, and slowly talk about the confusion in your heart. ”

The old monk's words were not convincing, but Chen Song was in a hurry to pour out now, so he sat on the futon and said: "I have no doubts in my heart, only despair, because I am too unlucky." ”

"Tell me about it. ”

Chen Song began to count: "I have had bad luck since I was a child, and I just remember that it was the Chinese New Year, and the big brothers in the village liked to fry cow with firecrackers together. I was afraid of firecrackers, so I hid behind a tree, and I dared to poke my head out when I heard the firecrackers, and a piece of cow dung flew over and stuck on my face!"

"Obviously, this cow dung doesn't fly as fast as sound. The old monk analyzed.

Chen Song was stunned for a moment, and then said: "When I was in elementary school, I learned an allusion, saying that Tang Bohu went to celebrate an old lady's birthday, and the first sentence he said was 'Your old mother is not a person', and everyone wanted to beat him at that time, but he took the sentence 'The Nine Heavens Fairy descended to the earth', which shocked the audience in one fell swoop." Later, when my grandmother had a big birthday, I wanted to show my hand......"

"And then after you finished the first sentence, your family didn't give you time to say the second sentence?" the old monk smiled, and then commented: "This is not bad luck, this is death." ”

Chen Song shook his head wistfully: "They gave me time, but I stuttered when I was a child." ”

The old monk was stunned.

Chen Song continued: "When I got to middle school, my grades were usually very good, but when it came to exams, I couldn't, and the reason was related to my back table. I asked the teacher to change my seat, but the teacher not only refused to transfer me, but also criticized me, and later let me know about it in the back seat and beat me up......"

"Amitabha. The old monk's face sank, and his two long white eyebrows that almost hung down to his cheeks trembled a few times, "This is campus bullying, you explain things clearly, tell the old man the name of your back table, and turn around and tell the Buddha about him!"

"It's very simple, I was young and ignorant, and I was influenced by famous quotes, isn't there a famous saying that 'every successful man has a woman behind him'? But I was sitting behind a man, so I felt that my fortune was ......."

"There is a woman behind every successful man in Shen Nima," the old monk couldn't help but interrupt him, "Dare to ask the donor, are you the old thief from the Taoist temple next door to entertain the old man?"

Chen Song hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, absolutely not, I said that it would be a student, and it was very stupid and simple." I'll go on, anyway, there are a lot of such things, and there are countless of them, so I'll talk about the one that is relatively recent. ”

"I studied veterinary medicine at university, and after graduating I went to work as a wildlife conservator in the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, during which I rescued an injured wolf cub and released it back into the grassland when it recovered. Then one day when I was patrolling the grassland, I came across it again, and we looked at each other and ran towards each other, but when I opened my arms to hug it, I realized that I had mistaken ......."

Speaking of which, in order to prove that what he said was true, Chen Song got up to take off his pants to show the scars on his legs.

The old monk didn't know why, but his face suddenly changed after seeing him untie his belt to him: "What are you doing? In broad daylight, the Buddha is by your side, what are you going to do to the old man?

"I'll show you the scar on the outside of my thigh, or you won't believe me. ”

"I believe in it, Amitabha, first put your pants on—yo, these little white legs, tsk. ”

Chen Song said while tying his belt: "I was lucky that day, there was a colleague in the car, he scared the wolf away with a gun, otherwise it would be a wisp of my lonely soul who came to you now." ”

The old monk turned his head to look at the hollow and dark side hall, and thought of the deserted barren mountains outside, so he said unhappily: "Mo Yan ghost in the wilderness, besides, how can there be any lonely ghosts and wild ghosts in socialist countries?"

Chen Song sighed: "I think there are ghosts, but I was entangled by unlucky ghosts." Master, that's not all, didn't I have to get a rabies vaccine after being bitten by a wolf? And guess what? I found out that the vaccine had expired!"

Hearing this, the old monk gasped: "You are really unlucky." ”

Chen Song looked at him pitifully and asked, "Master, do you have a solution?"

The old monk said, "Hello, yes." You shave to become a monk in this temple, the six roots are clean, and the bad luck is completely removed. ”

Chen Song shook his head: "That's not good, I still have a job and a family." ”

The old monk said disdainfully: "Foolish and ignorant, you almost lost your life because of work, how can you still be obsessed with it?"

"I changed jobs. ”

"What a job. ”

"Have you ever heard of Chinese life? Do you want to buy an insurance? I can provide you with professional advice, buying an insurance is buying a peace." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk and this temple are all covered by the Buddha, what can be unpeaceful?"

"Don't buy it, then goodbye. Chen Song got up again and left.

The old monk beckoned: "Come back, come back, don't be in a hurry, don't you come to worship the Buddha and want to transfer?

"Yes, yes," Chen Song sneered, "Professional brainwashing, habit has become natural." ”

The old monk pondered for a while, took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist, and then said with a painful face: "This is the transfer bead that I have spent a few years to open, alas, today I entrust it to you, and let it transfer it for you." ”

Chen Song bent down respectfully, stretched out his hands to take the Buddha beads and bowed three times: "Thank you, master." ”

He bowed respectfully, put on the bracelet respectfully, and turned away respectfully.

The old monk stood up suddenly: "Come back, come back, don't be in a hurry to leave......"

Chen Song looked at his watch and said, "It's not early, it's time for lunch, if I don't leave, I have to trouble the master for a fast, how embarrassing is that?"

I don't know if the side hall is connected to the kitchen or what's going on, he can already smell the smell of food.

It smells so good!

"Who cares about your meal?" said the old monk angrily, "I mean, why are you in a hurry to leave?

Chen Song raised his wrist and asked, "Do you still have to ask for money for this transfer bead?"

The old monk solemnly sang: "Amitabha, it's not that I asked you for money, but that you have to make merit to the Buddha......

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Chen Song put down the bracelet and turned around and left, and he didn't look back if anyone called him this time.

It's really unlucky, I finally found time to worship a Buddha, but I ran into a fake monk again, and Chen Song's belly was slandered.

Outside the side hall is the atrium compound, a bronze incense burner is smoking in the intercommunication, and all the incense candles are densely inserted inside, and the smoke from the burning of the incense candles gathers together like a black dragon, rising in the air.

Looking at the spectacular scene in front of him that was artificially made but secretly in line with the way of heaven, Chen Song sighed and turned around and returned to the side hall.

He took out the only five yuan of change left in his pocket and prepared to dedicate it to the Buddha as merit in exchange for the string of transfer beads.

But after he took out the money, the old monk's eyes widened: "Five, five yuan?

Chen Song snorted: "What, is it too little? The Buddha still cares about how much money there is?"

The old monk hurriedly got up and bowed to the Buddha's golden body, and then said: "Amitabha, the donor is not going to say anything, the Buddha naturally doesn't care about these things, but you have to show sincerity, you don't have sincerity and want the Buddha to bless you, isn't this difficult for the Buddha?"

Chen Song said: "I have all this money on me, this is still my fare back to the city, if not, then forget it." ”

"Don't go, don't go, the cash is gone, what about Alipay and WeChat?"

Chen Song took out his mobile phone, and the old monk smiled all over his face.

"You see, the balance of Alipay is zero, and the balance of WeChat is also zero. ”

"You are so miserable! Five pieces are five pieces, thousands of miles to send goose feathers is light, the Buddha is compassionate, even if he pities you an unlucky child!"