Fate is entangled,

Marriage is at a loss. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

If it is connected by affection, it will never break,

in order to get through the hardships together and be in the same vein.

Pointing to the words on the note, the old monk slowly said with a solemn face: "Looking at what is said in this sign, the road to marriage between the two in the future may be bumpy." ”

"Why!" Song Xianzhang asked a little impatiently, and he felt a little abrupt as soon as he spoke. Compared with Meng Yimiao, who has always taken the initiative, he seems to care more about the fate between the two. Meng Yimiao didn't ask, her face was a little unnatural, as if she was thinking about something else.

The signing means that the fate of the two is very peculiar, so the marriage may change. However, as long as you truly love each other and advance and retreat together, it is still possible to achieve positive results. The old monk continued.

"Oh, I see, don't worry, master, we will definitely be together." Meng Yimiao said with a smile, and by the way, he took Song Xianxian's arm.

Song Xianzhang felt that she seemed to be covering up something, but this thought flashed in his mind for a moment, and the intimate actions of the girl next to him turned his thoughts back. The doubts in my heart were also thrown out of the clouds.

Out of the Marriage Pavilion, the three of them went straight to the Chongning Hall where Master Qingyun was. When I arrived, I found that there was a long queue at the entrance of the hall, and a long table was placed in front of the team, and a teenage monk was writing something on the table.

Seeing Song Xianzhang and Lu Wu's questioning faces, Meng Yimiao explained to them in a low voice: "These are all people who have come to worship Master Qingyun, and the little master in front is filling out the registration form. Everyone had to explain what they were asking for, and then meet with Master Qingyun in order of seriousness, and there were only ten places per day. ”

Song Xianzhang looked at the long queue that still insisted on waiting under the sun, and suddenly had some understanding. The fate of life is mostly related to one's own choices, that is, it is actually in one's own hands. In this case, why let others make decisions, even if there are hardships and twists and turns, it is just a compulsory course for everyone. Only those who really rely on their own strength to go on are the ultimate winners.

"We won't have to wait long, will we?" Lu Wu asked with a sad face, what should I do if such a big sun makes him ugly. That's right, our fine channel technique, Mr. Lu Wu, who has a good mind, pays more attention to his appearance.

"It's not necessary, I have a token given to me by Master Qingyun, and I can rely on this." As she spoke, Meng Yimiao raised her arm and shook the Buddha beads on her wrist to show them. It is composed of sixteen brown wood beads, each of which is round and smooth.

"It's past four o'clock now, let's hurry up and visit Master Qingyun!" Song Xianzhang saw that the time was already a little late, so he urged.

Walking up to the little monk, Meng Yimiao took off the Buddha beads and put them on the table to explain his intentions. Seeing them coming directly, several people in the front line were a little dissatisfied: "Hey, why don't you line up!" ”

"Like, we've been standing for an hour."

"Why are you so ignorant of the rules!" ……

After the little monk saw the Buddha beads, his eyes lit up, he got up and saluted, recited a sentence of Amitabha, and invited them into the main house. The few people who were protesting saw that the little monk attached so much importance to inviting them in directly, and they thought that they were some kind of amazing person, so they didn't dare to say more.

Follow the little monk through the main house, come to the back room, and after knocking on the door, an indifferent voice said come in. The little monk pushed open the door and walked in, and there was a small gilded statue of the Buddha in the room, and smoke was rising from the incense burner on the table. An old monk with kind eyebrows and a gray beard was sitting on a futon. Although his face is wrinkled, he is still red and looks very energetic. Half-squinting his eyes and meditating quietly, the powerful and gentle aura around his body is impossible to ignore.

Song Xianzhang and Lu Wu glanced at each other, and they both saw the amazement in each other's eyes, and they also deserved the title of a high monk for the prestige of this natural superior.

The little monk put the Buddha beads on the round table in front of Master Qingyun before he spoke: "Master, the old man is visiting." ”

Master Qingyun slowly opened his eyes at this time, and Meng Yimiao hurriedly stepped forward to greet him: "Master, it's me, do you remember me?" ”

Qingyun glanced at her and smiled slightly: "Even if I can't remember the face of the donor, I will never forget these eyes of the heart that are rare in a hundred years." ”

"Uh, Master, are my eyes really as powerful as you say? I can't feel it. ”

"Hehe, the wonder of these eyes will be revealed in the future. However, compared with fifteen years ago, the benefactor's state of mind and experience seem to have changed dramatically. The old man said that the donor must carefully consider what he does in the future, otherwise he will fall back into the abyss. ”

Hearing Qingyun speak, Xiao Er, who was nestled in her arms, couldn't help but show her little head and looked around curiously.

Meng Miao's face turned pale, and he didn't answer again. Qingyun didn't say much, and moved his gaze to Song Xianzhang and Lu Wu. His gaze was deep and distant, and he seemed to be able to see through people, and after a few glances, Qingyun couldn't help but show surprise.

"The two male donors are dignified in appearance, extraordinary in bearing, and upright, not like ordinary products in the world!"

Song Xianzhang bent down and bowed, as if he said hello, and then he replied: "The master is serious, and we are just ordinary people who can't escape life and death." ”

"If you can realize your own value, even if you lose your body, what does it matter, can the donor understand?"

"That's exactly what the master said." Lu Wu also bowed and replied, "But we are here today because this girl's eyes need to be unsealed. ”

"Oh, the benefactor has found her lover?"

When Meng Yimiao heard the question, she came back to her senses, showed a bright smile, pointed at Song Xianzhang and said, "This is my beloved." ”

Qingyun looked at the two people standing together and said, "The two of them are outstanding, and they are a good match, but I look at the faces of the two, I am afraid that the road ahead will be full of disasters and difficulties!" ”

It's the second time I've heard this kind of thing, and Song Xianzhang can't help but be a little worried, but the world is impermanent, if you are afraid of this and that, how can you live your life.

"Thank you, Master, for your advice, we'll be careful."

"Well, since the female donor will break the seal, then come with me, the two male donors will wait here first, and serve tea to the guests." Qingyun stood up as he spoke, and led Meng Yimiao to the compartment, and the little monk went down to make tea, and there were only two people left in the room.

"This master is quite mysterious, and he has to avoid us when he unlocks the seal, and I originally planned to see how he casts spells!" Lu Wu rubbed Xiao Er's plush big ears and said.

"Maybe it's inconvenient, it's okay if we wait here."