Out of the bar street is the Qinghe overpass.

There are many stall owners on the side of the overpass, all kinds of medicine sellers, fortune tellers, and word testers.

Yan Tao's eyes swept around the right side of the overpass, and raised his eyebrows with interest.

With one hand in her pocket, she went straight to the stall on the side of the road that said "Destined People", and asked with a smile, "Master, do you want to write about a destined person?" ”

Behind the stall sat a monk with his head bowed and his eyes closed, wearing a simple monk's robe, with a thin figure, and raised his head when he heard the words.

The monk was unexpectedly young and handsome, and his dark eyes were clear and clean.

When I saw him, it was as if all the dark colors of the world could be washed away.

He didn't dislike dirty, he sat casually on the ground, and a long string of Buddhist beads hung down his left wrist.

Seeing Yan Tao's appearance, he smiled slightly and exhaled the Buddha's name, "Don't make fun of me." ”

In this world, there are many fake so-called monks who have become monks, and a glance at the photos makes people feel greasy and fake.

However, this young monk, with a pure temperament and smile, is as pure as a born baby, clearly sitting in this earthly world, but as if he is standing outside the three thousand red dust, not falling into the world.

Young Master Yan suddenly became interested, sat down opposite him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Tell me, how do you find someone who is destined?" ”

The young monk's smile was shallow and soft, "Donor, can you come from the east?" ”

Yan Tao thought about it and pulled the corners of his mouth: "Maybe, I don't know the direction." ”

The handsome young monk twitched the corners of his mouth obviously, and said softly, "Then can the donor draw a lot?" ”

"Yes."

She had nothing to do anyway.

Yan Tao nodded, and the young monk took out a stick holder from underneath and handed it to Yan Tao and said, "My Dharma name is dust-free, and it means that there is no dust in the static scale." ”

"Yan Tao."

As soon as the stick holder was taken out, the wood barrel exuded an elegant sandalwood aroma.

The cylinder body is carved with the scriptures of ancient seal characters, which is quite ancient.

"Please."

Yan Tao held the stick, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes picked it, she always measured the words and calculated the hexagram for others.

There are few times when others tell their fortunes.

Young Master Yan happily drew lots and threw out a long lot.

Wuchen took the sign one step ahead of Yan Tao, and after he glanced at it, he smiled, "It seems that the donor is the person I am looking for." ”

"Come on, come on, show me the signature."

Young Master Yan took the skewer and lowered his head to look at it.

On the wooden skewer, three words were written with a brush - destined person.

Yan Tao ......

Nima.

"Do you have a destined-person written in this holder?"

"Naturally not," Wuchen smiled and raised his hand, "you can pull out any one and take a look." ”

Yan Tao took two.

The first sign - the falling flowers intentionally follow the flowing water, and the flowing water is ruthless in love with the falling flowers

The second sign - Dawn Sun, Vientiane Rong, Heqinghai, Yan Qingnianfeng

She drew two or three more lots, still poems.

The three words of the destined person really seem to be the only one.

"Can the donor come with me?"

Wuchen smiled lightly, "I sat here for three months before waiting for the donor, someone deposited something in my temple that needs to be returned to you." ”

Wuchen got up and cleaned up the things on the stall, "Tanga Temple is not far from here, and you can get there by subway for three stops." ”

As soon as Wuchen sat up, the two girls who had been on the side of the overpass for an unknown amount of time rushed over, "Master, are you going home?" Shall we send you? ”