"Giggle......

There was a giggling laugh from the stove room. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Don't tease, I don't dare, I don't dare."

"Haha......"

Hearing Chu Qilan's plea for mercy, Luo Wei couldn't help laughing when he saw Chu Qilan's fair face covered with black pot ashes.

"I blame you." Chu Qilan's face was resentful, and Luo Wei's face was also full of pot ashes.

"Wash it up, the water is boiling." Luo Wei saw Chu Qilan showing such a little daughter posture, he couldn't help but laugh and said, It's a little late today.

Chu Qilan washed her face and came to the stove again, and Luo Wei scraped the remaining artichoke and sweet potato paste. The two sat down again to eat.

After the fuss just now, the relationship between the two deepened a little, and the two talked about everything.

The two chatted until more than two o'clock, when Chu Qilan became sleepy, and she entered the wing room in the temple accompanied by Luo Wei.

Chu Qilan went to sleep, Luo Wei was not idle, he began to bake the clothes of the two in the stove.

After a night of silence, Lowe dried his clothes and fell asleep.

The rain kept going on and on, and at half past eight in the morning, Lowe got up, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

"Well, can we go back?" Chu Qilan appeared behind Luo Wei, looking at the raindrops in a line, and couldn't help frowning.

"I don't know when the rain will stop, so I can only stay in here first." Luo Wei frowned, he didn't want to be trapped here, there were a lot of things waiting for him in this Dionysian manor.

"This rain won't stop for a while, or let's go ask for a signature."

"Okay." Chu Qilan said with a smile, I came to this Longfeng Temple to play, just to ask for a sign.

"Master, please also ask for a root sign to preside over it for us." Chu Qilan and Luo Wei appeared in the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

"Please." The old monk nodded at Luo Wei and motioned for him to kneel on the futon in front of the statue of Guanyin.

"Three prostrations."

Luo Wei kowtowed three times to the statue of Guanyin, and then he shook it with the bucket.

"Bang, clang, clang......"

"Smack."

Yiluo Wei held the bucket in front of the Guanyin statue, I don't know how many times he shook it, and a bamboo stick flew out of the bucket.

"Congratulations to the donor, sign on the ninety-sixth, sign up, please bless and return the vow." The old monk picked up the bamboo sticks from the ground, and then smiled at Mimi.

"This ......" Luo Wei saw that the other party was referring to the merit box under the statue of Guanyin.

"Donor, bless and repay, but by heart." Seeing Luo Wei frowning, the old monk couldn't help but smile.

"Got it." Luo Wei nodded, and took out six red suns from his wallet and put them in the merit box.

The old monk saw the denomination of the ticket drawn by Luo Wei, his eyes narrowed, and then he said.

"This benefactor, please come forward."

Chu Qilan nodded, Luo Wei got up, and he also knelt on the futon.

After kowtowing three times, Chu Qilan began to shake lots.

"Congratulations to the donor, sign the ninety-nine, sign it." The old monk picked up the bamboo sticks on the ground and continued.

"Please bless the donor and repay the vow."

When Luo Wei heard this, he lost six hundred quick money in the merit box.

"Donor, this female donor is signed on the ninety-nine, and the extreme of the signature must meet the number of the nine." The old monk smiled at Luo Wei.

"Master, then you say how much should be put in the right amount." Luo Wei frowned, he felt that the old monk looked at them differently, just like he looked at the fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"The extreme number of nine must be in line with ninety-nine. If you want to say a number, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine is the best. The old monk pondered his tone for a moment, and then said.

"Master, do you support credit cards here?" Luo Wei frowned and asked the other party.

"Support card swiping." The old monk smiled.

"You ......" Chu Qilan was also amused by the old monk's words, merit box, donate, but with his heart, but this old monk insisted on donating nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, this is not what is in the eyes of money.

"Do you have any questions about the benefactor?" The old monk asked Chu Qilan.

"There is no doubt." Chu Qilan's face was covered with black lines, didn't he say that the people in this Buddhism are all pure-hearted and have few desires, how can he be so wealthy, he said to Luo Wei.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine will be fine."

"But it's good to do it with your heart." The old monk smiled.

"My heart is your sister!" Luo Wei burst into a foul mouth in his heart, this old monk's eyes are poisonous, and he knows that they have money, so he specially came to kill them. But scolding and scolding, this money still has to be given, and he put three hundred and ninety-nine in it.

"Master, I also asked for this sign, can you give us a sign." Chu Qilan took the sign in her hand and said.

"The master who unsigned the sign didn't come, and it rained today, so I guess I can't go up the mountain. If you want to read this, there is a book of the Heart Sutra, you can read it yourself. The old monk said to Chu Qilan.

Chu Qilan saw the Heart Sutra handed by the other party, he had two big heads, and this one spent 1,006 to ask for a signature, and he actually asked them to unsign it themselves. It's really infuriating.

"Two donors, after reading the sign, you can go to each hall to put incense on the Bodhisattva and add some sesame oil, so that the Bodhisattva will definitely bless you with a long life and everything goes smoothly." The old monk Chong Luo Wei and Chu Qilan said.

"This, this incense and sesame oil are sold there." Lowe asked with a smile.

"There is incense and sesame oil in this temple for believers to incense and add sesame oil." When the old monk heard this, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he knew that the main dish was coming, so he hurriedly said.

"What's wrong with this?" Lowe asked.

"There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, nine hundred and ninety-nine, ninety-nine, nine pieces of incense and sesame oil, and I don't know what level of incense the donor will wear." The old monk smiled.

"Master, why is it so expensive?" Chu Qilan couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's not expensive, but sincerity is spiritual." The old monk smiled, and then kept silent.

"Master, bring us a piece of sesame oil and incense of nine hundred and ninety-nine." Lowe laughed.

"One thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight." The old monk is better than anyone else.

"It's two thousand, don't look for it." Luo Wei handed the other party two thousand yuan, the matter of money is not a problem at all, two thousand yuan is just the money for a glass of fruit wine.

After paying the money, Luo Wei and Chu Qilan received sesame oil and incense, and he found that there seemed to be no difference between the nine hundred and ninety-nine incense, sesame oil and nine pieces of nine incense and sesame oil.

"Just this handful of incense and this barrel of sesame oil cost two thousand yuan, Luo Wei, you are really a local tyrant." Chu Qilan looked at the gold-inlaid incense and sesame oil in her hand, and couldn't help laughing.

"Local tyrants, what local tyrants, the monks in this temple are also open-minded." Luo Wei couldn't help but laugh.

As the saying goes, the blind man also opens his eyes when he sees money. What about this monk, the monk is also a human being, and he also eats whole grains. The various expenses of this temple also cost money. (To be continued.) )