After hundreds of years of baptism on the moon, the temple of the Ming Dynasty has long been collapsed, and the current temple is funded by the local villagers and the government for more than nine years, and rebuilt according to the prototype one to one.

The temple is not very large, there is a large courtyard in front, and in the middle of the courtyard is a large hall for pilgrims to burn incense and worship Buddha, which enshrines several Bodhisattvas and gods and Buddhas.

The backyard is a row of small houses, which are the meditation rooms of the masters.

The monks here are all locals of Wan'an County, and I don't know why they saw through the red dust and came here to be monks.

The incense in the hall was continuous, and when Lin Meng and Zhou Yunyun arrived, many students were already watching the excitement around the master who had untied the sign by the sign holder in the main hall.

If there is someone who asks for a signature, show it to the master.

Because the temple is rebuilt for public welfare, the masters in the temple are also real ascetic people, except for the usual collection of a little pilgrims' incense money, the rest of the money is not collected, just take this interpretation as an example.

They also don't charge a fee.

"Lin Meng, let's go ask for a lottery too!" Zhou Yunyun took Lin Meng's arm and shook it coquettishly.

Lin Meng nodded, her eyes shining.

In her last life, she also asked for a sign, but that sign was not good or bad, it was a medium sign, and she forgot what the signature was, only remembering one sentence.

Master smiled and said to her, it was a life of hard work.

Lin Meng recalled his previous life, it was not a lifetime of hard work, although that life was a little shorter, but it was also a lifetime of hard work, and he did not enjoy happiness at all.

That is, the year he was with Qiao Ran was the happiest, and in the next two years, he went to join the army, but he couldn't see each other, and he only relied on letters to communicate, although the days were hard, but with his letters, she didn't feel bitter.

And then ......

She lost news of him and lost contact......

What day will not be bitter after that?

Lin Meng came back to his senses from his memories, but found that he had unconsciously walked towards the lottery.

Then he laughed and reached out to pick up the sticker that was placed on the ground.

The warm and cold touch of bamboo reached her palm, but her heart was hot.

I don't know......

Now, what kind of lottery will she shake out when she is reborn, will it be the same as in her previous life?

Sasha Sha ......

Lin Meng knelt on the futon, closed his eyes, and prayed sincerely to the kind-faced Bodhisattva in front of him, praying for a good ending in this life.

In the previous life, she was not so superstitious, but she encountered such a mysterious thing as rebirth, and the stick in the previous life was always accurate, whether it was crooked or what, so she was more in awe of the Bodhisattva God and Buddha in this life, and she was willing to believe it.

Da ......

A stick fell out.

Boom, another pick fell out.

Lin Meng opened his eyes and saw two sticks falling out of the ground in front of him.

Zhou Yunyun shook the lot on the futon next to her, and happened to drop the lot, when she heard Lin Meng's movement, she picked up her own lot, and then looked at Lin Meng's side.

"Why are there two branches, you have to shake them again......" Zhou Yunyun stretched out her hand to pick it up for Lin Meng.

Lin Meng stretched out her hand to stop her: "Wait, wait for me to ......"

The two sticks are smooth and wordless on the back side facing up, Lin Meng suddenly thought of a possibility just now, a heartbeat was fast, she slowly stretched out her hand and picked up the two signatures on the ground.

Lin Meng held the signature in the palm of his hand and didn't dare to read it.