"Yanyan, let's go in." The little monk had already left first, and Xiao Siwen called Xiao Sui to go into the meditation room together.

Before they even stepped into the meditation room, the lingering incense entered their noses, calming their minds.

Xiao Siwen pushed open the door of the meditation room and entered, and Xiao Sui followed.

The meditation room is very simple, only a set of quaint tables and chairs, a landscape painting of the age is hung on the wall, the copper incense burner on the incense case is rusty, the incense is lit, but the incense case does not fall a little incense ash.

In the midst of the smoke, Xiao Sui saw an old Zen master meditating on the futon, the old Zen master was dressed in an imperial robe, his eyes were closed, and his hands were folded. Even if she didn't see his eyes, just looking at his face made Xiao Xuan feel respectful, and the Zen master's kind eyebrows and kind eyes made her feel a little close.

"Old Zen Master, excuse me." Xiao Siwen's voice was hoarse, his hands were folded, he took a step forward, and bowed respectfully and reverently.

Xiao Sui bowed.

The old Zen master turned around slowly, and when he saw a visitor, he got up and said with a smile, "The two donors, the poor monks only solve two signatures every day, and the two of them are in a hurry, and there is exactly one signature left." With that, he stretched out his hand to make a 'please' gesture and walked towards the incense desk on the side.

There are many pilgrims who come here every day to ask for signatures, and the old Zen master also has his own set of rules, that is, he can't sign two, and Xiao Xuan and the two of them just caught up.

Xiao Xuan didn't dare to look at it casually, but followed the Zen master to the incense case, after all, they had faith and awe for the gods in their hearts.

The Zen master was silent, and pointed to the futon in front of the incense case with one finger, and his father understood, and immediately knelt down.

The old Zen master took out the lottery, looked at the two people, and asked with a smile, "The poor monk can only solve one more sign today, may I ask if the two of you are coming, what are you asking?" ”

Xiao Siwen replied unhurriedly, "For the sake of my daughter's future numerology." ”

The old Zen master glanced at Xiao Sui with a deep smile, and then handed the sign holder to Xiao Sui, "Little donor." ”

Xiao Hui took the sign holder suspiciously, closed her eyes slightly, shook the sign holder, and a sign fell to the ground, she opened her eyes and stood up, and took the sign holder and the sign to the Zen master.

The Zen master plucked the Buddhist beads in his hand with his hand and said with a smile, "I'm not busy, I'm not busy, here, please come here and ask the poor monk to sign for the little benefactor." ”

The two of them sat on the wooden chair with the Zen master, and their eyes followed closely on the sticks in the Zen master's hand.

The Zen master shook his head, then picked up the slip and looked at it carefully, as if he was looking at a painting with far-reaching artistic conception. He was silent for a long time, but a shallow smile gradually appeared on his lips.

Xiao Siwen couldn't bear it anymore, and asked calmly, "Master, how to solve this sign?" ”

Xiao Xuan didn't understand what was going on with this unsigning, he supported his head with one hand, but he carefully observed the expression of the Zen master, and saw that his smile was getting thicker, Xiao Sui was a little panicked in his heart, put his hand on the table, and pricked up his ears to listen to the Zen master's opinion.

"The flowers bloom and are rich, and the rest lives up to the spring, the flowing water lasts for a long time, and the sea is immeasurable." The Zen master read it as it was signed.

When they don't say it, they are just anxious, but after reading it, they are confused.

"Zen master, is this saying that I was born rich and worry-free?" Xiao asked questioned.

The old Zen master said with a smile, "The little donor's sign is a sign." It is true that he was born rich and noble, and his life is also rich and noble, but it depends on whether the donor is willing to grasp it. Speaking of this, there was some mystery in the Zen master's eyes.