"Hello two donors."

The monk in front of him was dressed in a robe, with a smile on his eyebrows, and he was the image of a monk who adhered to the courtesy.

Not the slightest recognizable a minute ago.

He was still lying on his back at the door of this solemn and quiet temple, snoring and sleeping.

The monk who brought Sheng Kite and Shi Yan in introduced to the two of them without changing his face: "This is my junior brother, the law name is Huiyuan, and he has always been in charge of the lottery. ”

The monk named Huiyuan looked at Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan: "Oh, I'm here to ask for a blessing bag again." ”

Sheng Kite and Shi Yan glanced at each other.

Again?

Obviously, I just heard that it is a common practice in this temple to shake lots to ask for blessing bags, why would this master say this word again.

"This way, please." The monk Huiyuan sat down at a square table on the left side of the hall, the old god was there, and he sighed in a low voice: "The world, there are always so many wishes, and they can't stop and stop cutting." ”

He took a bamboo skewer jar from under the table.

"Two donors, which of you will invite first?"

Shi Yan silently stretched out his hand, took the sign jar and handed it to Sheng Yuan.

Huiyuan: "Before shaking the lot, abandon distracting thoughts and meditate in your heart about what you want to ask for." ”

"Okay."

Sheng Kite held the jar with both hands, his apricot eyes closed slightly, and after a few seconds of concentration, he was about to move-

Huiyuan said: "The sign is divided into the next, the middle, the high, the auspicious, and the same is true for the blessing bag that is sought, and the thing or person is closely related, all depends on the fate of the person who shakes the lot, whether it is fulfilled or not, before the lot, you need to be clear and cautious." ”

Sheng Kite's hand immediately stopped.

The steady, kind-faced monk stood beside Master Huiyuan and smiled comfortingly: "Donor doesn't need to care too much, my junior brother has always been too serious in what he says and does. ”

Huiyuan didn't wait for the sign to shake for a long time, thinking that Sheng Yuan was hesitating, and suddenly raised his head and scratched his head, as if he was wondering: "You little girl, what are you afraid of, this sign jar is in your hand, and you can't shake other signs except Shangji-"

The voice did not fall.

"Huiyuan." The monk standing beside him, his voice was neither high nor low, and his words implied a faint sense of admonition.

As if realizing that he "said too much and will lose", Huiyuan immediately bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "Senior Brother Huiyu, I was wrong." ”

The monk who was called Senior Brother Huiyu smiled gently and looked at Sheng Yuan: "Donor, please." ”

Sheng Kite put away the suspicion in his heart and threw a lottery from the lottery jar.

Take a look.

It was really said by this master that it was a - Shangji Sign.

Huiyuan, who had just been taught by his senior brother, didn't speak, but he had an expression of "look, I'll say".

But when it was his turn, the inkstone shook the lot.

A thin bamboo stick fell on the table, Sheng Yuan saw it, this Huiyuan master's face was stunned for a moment, although it was only for a moment, she still keenly caught it.

It was a look of surprise and surprise that "it shouldn't be like this".

Sheng Kite looked at the stick.

- Signing.

It's also a good sign.

So, is there a problem?

didn't wait for Sheng Kite to ask suspiciously.

Master Huiyu on the side took the lead and smiled and said: "Congratulations to the two donors, you have drawn two good lots, the request for signatures has ended, you can go with me to hang the lucky bag." ”

*

The wind was a little stronger.

The foliage of two towering trees shines through the sunlight, casting glow-green spots on the ground.

Sheng Kite raised her head and looked at the two red tassel lucky bags hanging high side by side.

"Shi Yan, what is your wish? Or hmm...... Is there anything in particular you'd like to get? ”

The Master Huiyuan just now said that people in the world always have a lot of wishes.

So, what is Shi Yan?

The objectives of this strategy mission have not been refreshed for a long time.

Sheng Yuan guessed, perhaps, you can explore it from Shi Yan?

But for a long time.

She didn't get an answer.

She turned back and crashed into a pair of dark, focused eyes.

Shi Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Sheng Kite quietly, the emotion at the bottom of his eyes was unknown, faintly with a temperature similar to some scorching, like hidden, like suppressed.

He looked at her to himself and tilted his head in confusion: "Huh? ”

Still waiting for him to reply.

He looked away, leaving only one side of his jaw with a slender and clean line.

"If you say it, it won't work."

The deserted young man said in a low-magnetic voice.

Sheng Kite let out a chuckle.

was so cute by the cub that she bent her beautiful almond eyes, obeyed his words, nodded petfully, and stopped asking: "Ah okay, I know." ”

*

The two of them stood under the tree and looked at the lucky bag on the tree for a while.

The backward crew finally caught up.

The quiet temple suddenly came alive.

Director Hu led everyone to visit Master Huiyu, probably because he had negotiated in advance, and Master Huiyu had already prepared a vacant land for the crew.

The incense offering and blessing session is completely over.

Someone began to point to the red lucky bag and ask, "What is this?" ”

Master Hui Yu explained with a gentle smile, this is a lucky bag.

"Is there really a spirit in this way? If it works, I'd like to ask for one. ”

"Well, in my personal experience, these are most likely things that people can comfort themselves."

As soon as these words came out.

The enthusiasm of everyone to try it was instantly reduced by more than half.

Master Huiyu on the side still had no change in face.

"Those who are interested can try, and the two donors have already asked for a blessing bag each."

Everyone looked at Master Huiyu's gaze, and then was slightly stunned-

The actor of the time, and Sheng Kite.

Both of them believed, so that is the case......

"I want to try."

"I want to, too."

"+1+1, Master, I'm +1!"

Everyone followed Master Huiyu into the main hall and stopped at a table, the stool behind which was empty.

After Master Hui Yu briefly explained the difference between the signs, he handed over the canned sticks.

The first person shook before asking.

"Master, may I ask, what kind of lottery did the two teachers draw just now? Is this convenient to say? ”

"Of course." Master Huiyu smiled lightly: "The male donor is signed, and the female donor is the lucky sign." ”

Everyone shouted "wow".

It seems that the good luck lottery is quite easy to draw.

But as a result, after shouting three sentences of "I want to get rich", the person threw a draw.

"Ah...... That's it. ”

The person next to him laughed: "You kid, it seems that if you want to get rich, it's difficult." ”

Then it was the man's turn.

He begged for "I want to fall in love this year", and then he also threw a draw in the branch, and he couldn't laugh for a moment.

The good luck lottery is not easy to draw at all!

"I'll go, how good should Sheng Kite's luck be, can shake out a good luck?!" I don't know who sighed.

The next second

"I'll try!"

Wan Lei squeezed in from the back of the crowd with an angry expression, isn't it just a lucky sign? What's the big deal, Sheng Kite can, so can she.

She silently recited a hundred times in her heart, "The position of "Tilt of Power" will definitely be able to suppress Sheng Kite's head."

"Smack".

Bamboo skewers fall out of the jar.

- Signing.

Wan Lei's face darkened directly: "............"

*

Nobody knows.

On the hill behind the temple, under the shade of greenery, a monk continued to sleep comfortably, but he did not open his eyes and muttered something in his mouth.

"I can't help myself."

"It's okay, why mess with that little girl, it's really ......"

After saying that, he fell asleep in seconds.

It's a foreshadowing...... (To the fingers.) ）

ENMM, I'll write about the start of filming tomorrow.

It is also the emotional line between the two.