"Whoa......

Feng Yiming opened his eyes and picked up the sticks that fell to the ground, which were still old-fashioned, with a poem written on the black-brown wooden strip with a red pen, with beautiful handwriting, as if it was from a woman's hand. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. ”

"The human face does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze. ”

Feng Yiming paced slowly with the slip in his hand, thinking a lot in his heart.

After being reborn, the world where the environment has not changed, does respond to the phrase "the peach blossoms on the human face reflect the red", but the next two sentences are hinting at the difficulties on the road in the future?

The middle-aged monk behind him stood on tiptoe, stretched his neck and secretly glanced at the stick, before he folded his hands and said softly: "Does the donor want to release the sign?"

Feng Yiming turned around slowly, and asked with a smile: "Xiye, sad?"

Literally, the donor is asking about the way forward, which must have been smooth sailing and achieved all his wishes, but now he is in a dilemma and struggling to support. The middle-aged monk looked like a monk.

Feng Yiming put his hands behind his back and paced the hall casually, "Go on." ”

Nima won't let me see your face, how can I say it! The middle-aged monk complained in his heart, his face was still calm and calm, and said: "The difficulties and dangers will always pass, and the ending is exactly what I said, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze......

"Dao Chief...... No, the master's business level is really not very good!"

"All the world wants is peace of mind. The middle-aged monk caught a glimpse of the security team led by Yu Hai outside, and said with a smile: "If the donor is not satisfied, of course I have a rhetoric." The old thing dissipates and the new thing is gone, and look at it and skip the dragon gate. ”

"The old thing dissipates and the new thing is gone, look at it and skip the dragon gate. Feng Yiming muttered and repeated, in the past year or so, all companies have developed rapidly, but they have also exposed the weakness of insufficient talent reserves and shortage of funds.

Feng Yiming looked at the slip in his hand and smiled dumbly, turned his head and smiled: "Spirit?"

"Faith is the ......"

"Don't believe me?"

"Amitabha. The monk folded his hands and said, "If you don't believe it, you will be spiritual." ”

"I hope it will be as you say. Feng Yiming inserted the slip into the holder and asked, "How much does it cost?"

"No money. ”

"Don't charge money?" Feng Yiming, who was walking to the side door, turned back in surprise, "Why?"

"It's fate. The monk's answer was simple and straightforward.

Feng Yiming looked at the hall with a smile, nodded and strode out, and glanced at the oil on the monk's lips strangely before leaving.

"Next time, remember to wipe the oil off your mouth!

Before Feng Yiming got into the car, he also turned his head to look at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, the monk was standing at the door of the hall, his hands were folded, his expression was solemn, he was really good-looking!

"Dad, how much money did you cheat?" asked a tall girl who slipped out of the side door and stuck her head out.

"What do you mean by cheating?" The monk watched the cars under the mountain leave one after another, and then glared at his daughter angrily, "If you don't get some extra money from time to time, where will you get the money to send you to study in the city?"

"I don't care if you're a liar!" the girl asked nonchalantly, "I should have made a small fortune, right?"

"Fart! free!" The monk touched his lips, and sure enough, it was a layer of oil, just now he and his daughter finally opened meat and were eating braised pork!

"Free?" the girl asked with a fuss, "Didn't you say that this line of ancestors must not be handed down for free?" or else it would be damned, ...... of God's curse."

"That young man walked in and walked in with extraordinary momentum, I pinched my fingers, this person has a fate with me......" The monk said halfway, caught a glimpse of his daughter's disdainful eyes, his old face turned red, and said: "That kid is young, but he is hugging back and forth, obviously not an ordinary person, it's okay to cheat other people's money, if you dare to cheat this kind of person's money, maybe tomorrow he will smash this Taoist temple......"

"It doesn't matter what kind of big guy he is, it has nothing to do with us anyway. The girl took out a bowl from behind her and ate half of the braised pork, picked out a piece of fat and stuffed it into the monk's mouth.

"I like the fat ones, you eat them yourself...... the fat ones you eat" The monk said while chewing the fat meat contentedly, this land is too poor, and there are a few mountain fields behind the mountain all year round, plus pretending to be a ghost to cheat some money, you can't buy a few pieces of meat all year round, and the countrymen dislike the meat without oil and water, and they like to eat fatty meat.

After a while, half a bowl of meat was eaten clean by the father and daughter, and the monk patted his stomach and sighed: "Next time I eat meat, I don't know when it will be, don't be too economical in school, you have to spend ...... on what you should spend."

"You're to blame. The girl looked at the convoy that had turned into a small black dot and said, "I thought I could slaughter it today, but I didn't expect that Dad, you are old and timid, if you don't teach me, let me come next time?"

"Get out!" The monk flicked his sleeves and reprimanded viciously: "In the past few years, the people who have come up to ask for signatures and incense are old men and old women, and young people don't believe this at all, what's the use of you studying......?

The girl rolled her eyes, picked up the empty bowl and went into the kitchen to clean up, the monk pondered the reason why the obviously extraordinary young man just now came to this dilapidated place, while cleaning up the sticker, suddenly saw a small note on the board, on which was written a string of numbers, the monk looked at it a few times, his face was gloomy, he turned around and pushed open the kitchen door, and asked in a low voice: "What are you copying their license plate numbers for?"

"It's just a copy, it's still Qingping's license plate, maybe it's ...... in the future" The girl saw that her father, who had always laughed and scolded, had an ugly face, and whispered at a loss: "I'm not uncommon to climb any nobles, but what chance is there in the future, didn't you say that you have a fate with him?"

Although her father has rarely made a move in recent years, the girl knows that her father, who is also a monk and a Taoist, still has a unique ability to look at his faces.

The monk's eyes were complicated, he was silent for a long time, sat down slowly, and said, "I said that it was nonsense, but I did look at his face...... In ancient times, it was either a very popular minister or a rich man, but in modern times, it was either rich or noble......"

The monk looked at the confusion in his daughter's eyes and sighed, "But the eyebrows are messy, the face is high, and the main knife is the main sword." This kind of person is surrounded by many disasters, and if he is not careful, he will harm others......"

The girl panicked, grabbed the note and was about to stuff it into the stove, the monk shook his head and said, "That's it, since you copied the license plate number, maybe there is really fate." ”

The monk slowly paced to the gate of the Taoist temple, looked at the convoy that was already invisible in the distance, and thought to himself that since the young man suddenly ran to this poor country, he must have dealt with it in the future, and he really didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse.