"Cut, I think you're good at not learning, and you're clever and clever."

Qiao An'an's eyes rolled, and she suddenly trotted two steps up.

"Zhao Weitong."

Zhao Weitong shook the fan in his hand slightly: "Suddenly his face changed, is this something to ask me?" ”

"What does it mean to count the heavens...... Isn't fortune-telling great? Why don't you do the math for me. ”

Zhao Weitong glanced her up and down: "What do you want to calculate?" ”

"That's it...... When will these things end? ”

Zhao Weitong said meaningfully: "Until death." ”

To the death?

Joan Ann frowned.

"Oh, just kidding, just kidding, people have their own fate, things are man-made, this fate, how can I say it accurately, others sent me a word to count the sky, it is to give me face, how can I count the sky."

When the words fell, Zhao Weitong laughed.

"Pretending to be a ghost."

Hu Xiaodou walked up and snorted coldly.

By the time I got up, it was already past six o'clock.

The temple is located in the middle of the forest, and the plaque reads "Chenyuan Temple".

Under the afterglow, the temple is peaceful and peaceful, go up the last step and enter the quaint gate, in which there is a statue of more than four meters to sit on the pedestal, stretch out his fingers, and carry a black bead around his neck.

Underneath is an offering table with a rectangular incense burner and a curling cigarette.

There was a small monk sweeping the floor outside the door, and there was a merit box next to it, which contained a lot of money, and a price list was posted on it.

Jo Anan glanced at it.

"Thirty incense sticks...... Fifty ...... of peace charms"

Forehead...... This is indeed a Buddha who does not have no yuan.

"A few donors, after five o'clock, the temple will no longer receive pilgrims, and a few will be invited to come back tomorrow."

The little monk walked up with a broom, saluted, and said politely.

"Little monk, we have climbed up for so long, you are accommodating, how about I ask for a marriage?"

Zhao Weitong hugged the little monk.

"Donor, please respect yourself, this is the rule of this temple, it cannot be broken."

The little monk dodged Zhao Weitong's clutches and said unhappily.

Obviously it's just a ten-year-old child, and he's still pretending to be steady here.

"Oh, little donor, my Buddha is merciful, for those who ask, his old man will definitely not refuse."

As he spoke, Zhao Weitong took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code on the merit box, a thousand yuan.

"Ding, WeChat collection, one, thousand yuan."

"Donor, this is not ......"

"Ding, WeChat collection, two, thousand yuan."

The little monk frowned in embarrassment, and after a long time, he sighed: "Seeing that the donor and my Buddha are related, I'll ask my senior brother." ”

With that, the little monk ran away with a broom.

Qiao Anan was dumbfounded.

"Damn, it's really ...... Outrageous. ”

"Wife, you have to get used to it, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, this Buddha will also fall into the mortal dust, and he will have to eat fireworks."

Fu Chuanyin laughed.

The corners of Qiao An'an's mouth twitched, the most important thing is that fortune telling is so profitable now?

"No way, those rich people believe in these things the most."

When the little monk went to look for someone, Qiao An'an pulled the aquatic life and looked nearby, in front of the backyard, there was a small pond with white lotus and some carp.

Shui Sheng lay on the edge of the pool and looked at the things inside, quietly.

Soon, the little monk returned, followed by a monk in his thirties with a scar in the corner of his eye.

"A few donors, the little monk Huijue, is Hui'an's senior brother, I heard that several donors have something to ask my Buddha, a few are kind-hearted people, my Buddha is compassionate, and I am willing to send a few donors."

Qiao Anan silently rolled her eyes in her heart, the power of money is indeed strong, Buddha, just cross it.

"Master Huijue."

Hu Xiaodou walked up.

"Just call me Huijue, the master doesn't dare to be." Hui Jue immediately clasped his hands together and bowed, looking guilty.

"Master Huijue, may I ask if there is a dust master in your temple?"

Hui Jue was slightly stunned, and then said, "This donor knows my master?" ”

"I also listened to what my second uncle said, a few of us want to find Master Chen, and I ask Master Huijue to be accommodating."

"I'm sorry donor, the master is in retreat, and I don't see any guests."

Hu Xiaodou directly took out the ghost things dug up in Gutao Town from his bag.

"Master Huijue, if you give this thing to Master Chen, she will naturally understand."

Hui Jue just glanced at it, and his face changed drastically.

"Amitabha, why does the donor carry this fierce thing!"

He looked at the things in Hu Xiaodou's hand vigilantly.

"Please also ask the little master to help, this thing was sent to my post station, but since I received this express, I have nightmares all night long, several times I was almost hit by a car to death, I threw this box away, it will come back inexplicably, I asked a master to see it, and it is said that this thing is to blame."

"The master said that there is a very fierce thing living here, and only a high monk can exceed it, so my second uncle told me Master Chen, Master Huijue, and please help."

Hu Xiaodou said sincerely, with a hint of fear.

Qiao Anan glanced at him, this guy has good acting skills.

Hui Jue frowned, looking at the ghost thing in Hu Xiaodou's hand, he seemed to be a little jealous.

Hu Xiaodou didn't force much, and directly scanned the code to pay.

"Ding, WeChat collection, five, thousand yuan."

Qiao An'an blinked,, all so generous?

Is she the only one who is poor?

"Now it seems, that's how it looks."

Fu Chuanyin replied very seriously.

The corners of Qiao An'an's mouth twitched, feeling a big blow.

"But don't worry, wife, I can definitely afford to support you."

"You're a ghost who has been dead for a thousand years, and you still raise me?"

There is no mistake.

"Wife, don't believe it, there were several boxes of gold and countless jewels in my funeral back then."

Qiao An'an's eyes lit up: "Then where are your funeral goods now?" ”

"Uh...... Probably in the water. Fu Chuanyin thought for a moment, and then said slowly.

"Where is that?"

"I don't know, I'm also a ghost, listen to what my lieutenant said, I don't know the specifics."

The corners of Qiao An'an's mouth twitched, doesn't that mean she didn't say it?

Sure enough, you still have to rely on yourself.

"Amitabha, it seems that this donor is also related to the Buddha, since this is the case, my Buddha can't watch the donor suffer, wait for me to ask the master."

"Please come with me to the backyard."

After saying that, Huijue made a gesture of please.

This also made Qiao Anan feel the power of money again.

"Go, I'll pray here." Zhao Weitong waved his hand.

Hu Xiaodou originally planned to provoke people, but now seeing that Zhao Weitong was so conscious, he didn't say anything.